[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 113

Chapter 113: Both Sides Suffer

The zither strings wound around Han Yan’s sword trembled slightly. Internal force was transmitted through the delicate sound of the strings. While blocking Lan Qian’s sword, she also felt the change in Lan Qian’s sword momentum. Alert in her heart, she subconsciously swung her internal energy outward along the zither strings on the sword body!

As the sword body met Lan Qian’s attack, the sound waves from the vibrating zither strings spread outward like ocean tides. At the same time, she retreated, leaving some distance between her body and the opponent’s long sword edge.

Han Yan shouted in a low voice, and the sword momentum was suddenly shaken by the sound waves, teetering on the verge of scattering. In an instant, Han Yan counterattacked, stabbing straight at Lan Qian’s heart!

Amidst the flashing sword light, Lan Qian immediately withdrew her sword momentum, executing a move “Wind Rolling Remnant Clouds.” The qi force on the sword surged like a wild wind, rolling up layers of sword shadows, continuously attacking Han Yan. The sword momentum was truly “one wave not yet settled, another wave rising,” heading straight for the vital points, giving Han Yan no room to react at all.

However, she didn’t know that the “Heavenly Sound Art” Han Yan learned in the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect had already reached perfection. With different angles of swinging the sword, different directions of sword qi, and different intensities of sword moves, the sound waves emitted by the zither strings wound around the sword body also varied.

At this moment, the zither sound roared, full of killing intent. Not only did she not choose to defend, but she even actively met the attack. The zither sound was sometimes intense, sometimes gentle. The two waved their long swords, “Clang, clang,” “Zheng, zheng,” nearly twenty moves had passed!

Lan Qian used “Flowing Shadow in the Wind,” making her figure flow like the wind, dodging Han Yan’s several cold edges in an instant. She thought to herself: It is said that the disciples of the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect can capture people’s minds with zither sounds. This Han Yan must have reserved moves. I absolutely cannot use the unique skills taught by the Master at this moment!

Thinking this, she only used the first few moves of the “Following the Wind Sword Technique,” utilizing the lightness skill “Wind Light Art” to adjust the offensive and defensive positions with the help of the wind. Her figure seemed to be dancing in the air, suddenly left, suddenly right. Her sword moves suddenly became slow, but every sword Han Yan stabbed was blocked by her.

Han Yan also had strength to spare at this time. Her fingertips plucked the zither strings on the sword body a few times, emitting short and deep zither sounds. This was the “Sound-Breaking Rhythm” in the “Heavenly Sound Art.” Opponents affected by it would have disordered qi, blood, and internal breath.

Lan Qian quietly circulated the Ling Heart Secret Technique. This secret technique was specifically for protecting the heart vessels, but in critical situations, its effect could also be sent to other meridians. Lan Qian transported her internal breath along the heart vessels to various vital acupoints, resisting the shock brought by the rhythm Han Yan played.

In the crowd of onlookers, Xue Mu thought: Why doesn’t Senior Sister Lan Qian use the close-combat claw technique? At this moment, Han Yan is concentrating on using the “Heavenly Sound Art” to disturb her mind with zither sounds. The purpose is to drag out the time. If Senior Sister Lan Qian wants to win this battle, she must get close to attack Han Yan, making her unable to play that profound rhythm!

On the stage, Lan Qian caught a glimpse of Sect Leader Qi Qing at the front of the Blue Wind Mountain Sect team out of the corner of her eye. Seeing a hint of concern amidst the Sect Leader Master’s seriousness, her heart warmed. The mantra of the sect’s unique skill surfaced in her mind. Making up her mind, she circulated internal energy and rushed towards Han Yan!

She used a sword move as cover to stab at Han Yan’s face. Han Yan counterattacked as she wished. Just then, a fierce wind swept across the top of Huangding Mountain. Lan Qian exerted force with her wrist, leading Han Yan’s Zither Sword elsewhere. Her body suddenly tilted to the left. The index, middle, and ring fingers of her left hand formed a claw, locking onto Han Yan’s heart vessels, and grabbed forward fiercely!

Han Yan couldn’t dodge in time and extended her left arm to block. Suffering a fierce claw move from Lan Qian, piercing pain came instantly. Her right arm took the opportunity to knock away the long sword in Lan Qian’s hand. The Zither Sword vibrated and slapped towards Lan Qian’s shoulder. The latter retreated hastily, yet the sound waves, amplified by the sword’s intent, still struck her left shoulder!

“Good! Beautifully fought!” Someone around clapped and cheered.

When Lan Qian and Han Yan fought, everyone held their breath and concentrated, their eyes locked tightly on the stage. Sword sounds and zither tones intertwined, and their moods fluctuated violently with them, as if they were in this life-and-death contest themselves. Sometimes exclaiming, sometimes murmuring praise. Now seeing both girls injured, pity arose, but more respect.

Lan Qian and Han Yan stopped fighting and went to each other to check the injuries.

Lan Qian said guiltily, “Sorry, Maiden Han Yan, I hurt you.”

Looking at the red patch on the sleeve of her left arm, Han Yan said, “Maiden Lan Qian, sit down. I’ll help you heal.”

The “Clear Sound Rhythm” in the “Heavenly Sound Art” was gentle and soothing. Han Yan used only one hand to slowly pluck the zither strings on the sword body. Through the zither sound, she calmed the minds of herself and Lan Qian, mobilizing internal breath to heal. In an instant, her left arm stopped bleeding.

Although Lan Qian’s left shoulder was injured by the shock, the bones and meridians were not hurt. The same went for Han Yan’s left arm. The claw move only left three very shallow bloody pits on her left arm. When the two attacked each other, they didn’t use deadly force. During the healing process, a feeling of mutual appreciation arose.

Opening her eyes after healing, Han Yan found Diwu Miaofu standing in front of her at some point, pinching a red medicinal pill with her fingers. A strange smell drilled into her nose. Han Yan wrinkled her nose subconsciously, but unexpectedly Diwu Miaofu stuffed the pill directly into her mouth, looking awe-inspiring. “Eat it quickly!”

Needing rest after healing, Han Yan had no strength to stop her. Forced into her mouth, a bitter, astringent, and fishy taste instantly filled her mouth. Her face turned bitter, and she was about to spit it out, but Diwu Miaofu covered her mouth forcefully, shouting, “If you don’t swallow it, it will be wasted in vain!”

Han Yan had to swallow it. Just as she was about to curse this demoness in her heart, a coolness slid down her throat. Then the coolness fell into her abdomen, slowly spreading in her torso. Then the coolness continued downwards, filling her lower Dantian with true qi. Her whole person was instantly refreshed, staring ahead with bright eyes.

Lan Qian’s injury wasn’t actually serious. She returned to Sect Leader Qi Qing first and took the Snow Wind Blue Flower Pill and several other superior pills.

Seeing that little beggar actually helping the disciple of the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect heal, the surrounding people couldn’t help being curious. Sect Leader Mo Shen of the East He Mountain Sect secretly thought it was bad. It seems this little girl has her eyes on the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect!

“Are you tired? Do you want me to support you?” Diwu Miaofu asked with concern.

Unwilling to lose her temper in front of everyone, Han Yan said faintly, “Han Yan can get up by herself. Thank you for your concern, Maiden.” With that, she stood up and walked off the stage. Diwu Miaofu stayed put. She turned back in surprise. “Come down.”

Diwu Miaofu looked at her and said, “Are you not fighting anymore?”

“Not fighting for now, will fight later. Leave the stage to other fellow Daoists first.” Han Yan said.

Diwu Miaofu nodded, the expression on her face very calm.

“I want to participate in the Discourse on the Dao martial arts competition.” She said. Although her voice wasn’t loud, she used internal energy, so everyone present heard it clearly and was in an uproar instantly.

Several Sect Leaders were also secretly shocked: This little girl’s internal energy is actually so profound!

Holding her left arm, Han Yan just sneered coldly upon hearing this.