[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 109

Chapter 109: Battle to the Summit

Xue Mu’s lightness skill and internal kung fu had both achieved some success now. Although she still couldn’t compare with Dugu Yuan’an and Diwu Miaofu, in front of these men, she was as powerful as a peerless expert. Before anyone could propose friendship, Xue Mu carried Dugu Yuan’an over small puddles, leaping dozens of zhang in an instant, circling from a hillside to the back, disappearing from sight.

Xue Mu didn’t care what those men felt. Carrying Dugu Yuan’an on her back, she felt her internal energy filling her body even more powerfully, with endless strength. She grinned and said, “Yuan’er, am I amazing now?”

Lying on her back, Dugu Yuan’an smiled gently. “Very amazing. I wonder if Miaofu has reached the top of Huangding Mountain by now.”

“Their internal energy is strong. We, on the other hand, detoured and delayed a lot of time.” Xue Mu said while rushing forward, leaving a group of Jianghu chivalrous warriors far behind. When they caught up with the Dugu couple walking slowly on the road, she stopped to greet them.

Xue Mu grinned. “Hero Dugu, Madam Dugu, what a coincidence.”

Dugu Wenxing looked at her. “You carried Yuan’er up?”

“Yes, but not at the beginning.” Xue Mu said, “I’ll go ahead with Yuan’er!”

The Dugu couple smiled watching the two rush forward. Dugu Huansheng said with gratification, “The children have grown up.”

“The children grew up long ago.” Dugu Wenxing said, “However, Yuan’er having a partner to accompany her is luckier than Ruo’er.”

Mentioning Yu Gongruo who left town and disappeared, Dugu Huansheng’s smile faded a lot. She sighed, “This child is worrisome. Actually, how could I be biased? I love both children. She felt I had more contact with Yuan’er. When she came to the Dugu Manor to meet me, she had to be sneaky, and even when practicing martial arts, she had to be careful not to be noticed… Sigh, how could I not want to bring her back to the manor?”

The two spoke very softly, only audible to each other. After this conversation, Dugu Huansheng stopped talking. Holding hands with Dugu Wenxing, she quickened her pace forward. Although the two seemed to be strolling, their internal energy was there, and in a short while, they walked a long way.

While Xue Mu and Dugu Yuan’an were rushing, Diwu Miaofu, Han Yan, Lan Qian, and the Saintess of the Snow Saint Mountain Villa were already approaching the steepest cliff, which was also the peak of Huangding Mountain. All four used all their skills to be the first to climb to the top of Huangding Mountain. Unexpectedly, when climbing the last twenty zhang, they tacitly used moves against the other three!

The wind howled in their ears. A slight carelessness in climbing to the top meant the danger of falling off the cliff. The four only had the peak in their eyes, and a fight was inevitable.

The Saintess of the Snow Saint Mountain Villa was the first to attack, and also the fastest. Cold air suddenly erupted around her, surging towards the other three, seeping into the skin and almost freezing flesh and blood. She swung her hand back and struck with a palm. The biting cold force swept fiercely to the side. The three pushed their body movements to the limit and dodged in time. The cold force left streaks of white frost on the rock wall!

Han Yan only thought the Saintess’s cold internal energy had improved a lot, able to attack people with internal force from a distance without even using a sword. Fingertips plucking the small zither at her waist, she played a note, turning it into invisible sword intent to attack the Saintess. That sword intent didn’t confront the cold air head-on, but bypassed it with skillful force, aiming straight for the Saintess’s heart!

Seeing Han Yan and the Saintess already engaged, Lan Qian stomped her feet on the rock wall. Using lightness skill, her body rose rapidly. A “Returning Wind Palm” slapped towards Diwu Miaofu. This palm seemed gentle but contained powerful internal force. Lan Qian borrowed the power of the mountain wind. The whistling sound brought by the palm wind was no less than the real mountain wind, rushing straight at Diwu Miaofu’s face.

Diwu Miaofu stepped lightly on a dangerous rock, her body flashing past with borrowed force, dodging Lan Qian’s palm force. Then she took out a purple thing from the tattered cloth strips. Lan Qian knew it must be some Gu worm or Gu pill, so she stared closely at her actions. Unexpectedly, Diwu Miaofu didn’t deal with her, but hit the object in her hand towards the sword the Saintess stabbed at Han Yan’s long neck!

Hearing a “clang,” the Saintess’s sword momentum was scattered, and she withdrew her sword without hesitation. Han Yan had already dodged to the side. Turning her head to look at the smiling Diwu Miaofu, her heart moved slightly, but she just snorted coldly and chased up after Lan Qian and the Saintess.

Diwu Miaofu grinned and circulated internal force to catch up. Only the last four or five zhang remained. Lan Qian and the Saintess were about to reach the top of the cliff, while Han Yan lagged behind them. Diwu Miaofu took the opportunity to circulate internal force in her palm. Approaching Han Yan, she shouted, “Go up!” She supported the sole of Han Yan’s boot with her palm, using all her strength to send her up. Han Yan also adjusted her posture in time, flying up to the top of the cliff simultaneously with Lan Qian and the Saintess!

The Saintess landed only a tiny bit faster than Lan Qian and Han Yan. Immediately after, Diwu Miaofu flipped onto the cliff top, put her hands on her hips, and laughed loudly. “Climbing this mountain made this lady so happy! Three fairy sisters, Miaofu greets you!”

Lan Qian and the Saintess bowed in greeting. Han Yan hesitated. Seeing Diwu Miaofu looking at her with a smile, and thinking that she actually helped her climb to the top, she was half moved and half annoyed, turning her head away to ignore her.

The brilliant golden glow of the morning sun shone on Han Yan’s face. She vaguely felt the Saintess’s gaze seemed to linger on her face, so she said, “I heard that Saintess Xue Yue’s sword technique has improved greatly in recent years. Han Yan will definitely have a good spar with Your Excellency later.”

She hadn’t met Saintess Xue Yue before, only hearing about the Saintess of the Snow Saint Mountain Villa from the Junior Sisters who went to the Tibetan region to find medicinal herbs five years ago. Actually, they hadn’t met the Saintess either, only having unpleasantness with other people from the Snow Saint Mountain Villa, and the Saintess defeated the disciples of the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect with sword moves without showing her face.

Sect Leader Qing Lan had dueled with the Holy Son of the Snow Saint Mountain Villa, now Guardian Xue De, at the last Discourse on the Dao Conference. Unfortunately, she lost. Coupled with the conflict between the sects caused by the trip to the Tibetan region, five years ago, the Sect Leader Master and the Villa Master made a five-year agreement to wipe out the previous shame at the Discourse on the Dao Conference. Naturally, the person shouldering this heavy burden was her favorite disciple Han Yan.

The Saintess of the Snow Saint Mountain Villa nodded slightly. Diwu Miaofu asked extremely curiously, “Sister Saintess, why don’t you show your true face to others?”

The Saintess didn’t speak. Han Yan said coldly, “Whether people show their true face or not, what does it have to do with you?”

Diwu Miaofu was about to refute, but on second thought, she leaned close with a grin. “Sister Han Yan, I won’t look at others, I’ll only look at you.”

Han Yan said angrily, “Go away! Who wants you to look at me!”

She looked heroic and cold. Recently, she often showed anger because of this little demoness Diwu Miaofu. But in Diwu Miaofu’s eyes, when she was angry, her eyebrows raised, her black eyes became brighter and more spirited, and her thin red lips pursed tightly. A bit of liking arose in her heart, and she shamelessly leaned over to pester Han Yan. “Then I’ll compensate you!”

Han Yan ignored her, looking at the disciples still struggling to climb below the cliff wall.

“…Han Yan?” A low female voice came from under the veil of the bamboo hat. Hearing the Saintess call her name, Han Yan turned back. “Saintess, what is it?”

The Saintess murmured softly and then remained silent. Han Yan only found it inexplicable. Diwu Miaofu leaned close to her again and said, “Sister Han Yan, I helped you just now.”

“So what if you helped me?” Han Yan said, “If you didn’t help me, it would mean your heart is vicious. Go away.”

Lan Qian looked at the two by the cliff, her eyes thoughtful.