[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 117

Chapter 117: Lingering Sounds of Blood

The “Heavenly Sound Art” of the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect was a musical martial art passed down from ancestors. However, the sword technique Han Yan currently practiced was different from other Junior Sisters. It was the “Sound Appreciation Sword Technique” uniquely created by Sect Leader Qing Lan’s mentor, Nun Yu Chen, who comprehended sword intent from the “Heavenly Sound Art.”

This sword technique had three realms—”Melting Sword,” “Harmonizing Sword,” and “Fate Sword.” Han Yan had mastered the fourth realm of the “Heavenly Sound Art” some time ago. After returning to the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect, she cultivated her mind in peace. Although her mind was disturbed by the matter with Diwu Miaofu, her sword technique realm had also reached the “Fate Sword” realm. This was her trump card. Even Sect Leader Qing Lan didn’t know she had comprehended the “Fate Sword” realm.

At this moment, she used the Zither Sword. As soon as she made a move, she integrated the “Phantom Sound Rhythm” with the sword intent of the “Fate Sword” realm. Sword qi attacked the body, zither sound attacked the heart, vowing to shake and confuse the Saintess’s mind. As soon as her impassioned music came out, some Jianghu chivalrous warriors with shallow internal energy were affected, their minds shaking violently, staring straight at the martial arts competition stage, dropping the chicken legs in their hands to the ground.

Xue Mu also felt chest tightness and dizziness. The Fire Poison in her body hadn’t been completely cleared, and today was the fifteenth of the tenth month, the day of the full moon. She sat cross-legged directly, circulating her internal breath in the Conception and Governor Vessels using the mantra Wu Qing taught her, then turning to circulate it through the meridians of her whole body.

Her internal energy had increased greatly, so within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she felt her spiritual platform clear and bright, indifferent to the zither sound on the stage. She only heard Dugu Yuan’an say softly and gently, “Madam has improved, no longer seduced by others’ zither sounds.”

Xue Mu’s face heated up. She snorted and said nothing.

While she was circulating her energy to regulate her breath, dozens of moves passed on the field. Han Yan attacked fast and hard, the zither sound becoming increasingly impassioned and melodious. However, Saintess Xue Yue’s veil hung low. The zither sound attacked, but had no disturbing effect on her mind at all. One could imagine how profound her internal energy was. As time passed, Han Yan became increasingly irritable. Whenever the sword momentum approached, the sword in Saintess Xue Yue’s hand also made a move, cleverly dissolving her fierce sword momentum and retreating unscathed.

Although Han Yan’s Zither Sword was powerful, it seemed insignificant in front of her.

The onlookers couldn’t help being shocked by this scene, holding their breath as they watched Han Yan’s moves become fiercer one after another, while Saintess Xue Yue still defended without attacking. Their hearts were full of doubts: Why doesn’t Saintess Xue Yue attack Maiden Han Yan? Does she think it’s unnecessary?

Suppressing the cold anger in her heart, Han Yan suddenly took an unorthodox approach with her sword. She attacked Saintess Xue Yue’s waist side. Taking advantage of Saintess Xue Yue breaking the move, she twisted her body to the back and hacked at the bamboo hat backhand. Saintess Xue Yue’s sword chased with the momentum. The direction of this sword was Han Yan’s injured left arm. She couldn’t defend at this moment. Once Saintess Xue Yue’s sword came down, her left arm would be severely injured if not severed!

Han Yan was prepared. Concentrating all her internal force on the hand holding the sword, the zither strings on the sword body buzzed. Sword intent vibrated out, tearing the bamboo hat completely. Cold light pressed straight towards her opponent’s neck. At the same time, Saintess Xue Yue’s long sword also slashed towards her left arm!

The change happened in an instant. Sect Leader Qi Qing, Master Cixing, Sect Leader Qing Lan, Villa Master Xue Qun, and Diwu Miaofu all circulated their energy to rush onto the high ground simultaneously. At this moment, it was too late for them to rush up. In the crowd, Dugu Yuan’an silently released a finger force, wanting to deflect the trend of the long sword slashing towards Han Yan’s left arm, but couldn’t catch up either.

No one could have imagined that at that critical moment, Saintess Xue Yue would forcefully twist the direction of her long sword, hacking outwards, and twist her body to retreat. However, Han Yan’s sword still cut open the thin veil under the bamboo hat. The blade grazed past the back of her neck, provoking deafening screams and exclamations from below the stage!

Han Yan’s long sword dropped. She stared blankly at Saintess Xue Yue, whose neck was dripping with blood. Bright red blood beads kept emerging, darkening the color of her black robe collar. Sect Leader Qing Lan, Diwu Miaofu, and Sect Leader Qi Qing leaped to Han Yan’s side, while Villa Master Xue Qun and Master Cixing landed in front of Saintess Xue Yue.

Seeing that Han Yan’s left arm was only scratched a small cut by the sword qi, Sect Leader Qi Qing and Sect Leader Qing Lan were very surprised. Diwu Miaofu grabbed Han Yan’s shoulder and examined it carefully, asking urgently, “Are you okay?”

Sect Leader Qing Lan was burning with anxiety when Han Yan fought with Saintess Xue Yue. Knowing her beloved disciple was willing to pay the price of her life for the reputation of the sect, she would definitely do stupid things when forced into a corner. The moment Han Yan took the unorthodox sword approach, she wanted to rush onto the stage without thinking. She absolutely couldn’t let her beloved disciple leave with the regret of a severed arm!

Han Yan shook her head, pulling away Diwu Miaofu’s hand, and whispered, “I’m fine, but Saintess Xue Yue… but…” She was extremely confused in her heart, not knowing why Saintess Xue Yue forcefully twisted the sword edge direction, while she herself was willing to suffer losses on both sides just to achieve a draw, swinging that sword. Her mind was in turmoil.

“It’s good that you’re fine, Yan’er.” Seeing her beloved disciple unharmed, Sect Leader Qing Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Diwu Miaofu rushing up was truly unexpected to her. She already had the intention to accept a disciple. If she didn’t win her over now, when would she wait? So she looked at Diwu Miaofu. Just as she was about to speak, seeing her worried face, her heart shook fiercely, a cold numbness surging up like being hit by a heavy hammer!

Seeing Han Yan was fine, Sect Leader Qi Qing went to check Saintess Xue Yue’s injury. Villa Master Xue Qun’s face was cold and heavy. Master Cixing comforted him that the injury wasn’t serious. Saintess Xue Yue took off the bamboo hat, revealing a tightly coiled bun. A snow-white ribbon gently wound around the bun on top of her head. Her mask was still on her face. Villa Master Xue Qun helped her stop the bleeding first, then applied an ointment to the back of her neck.

Seeing the chaos on the stage, Xue Mu whispered to Dugu Yuan’an, “This Saintess Xue Yue is truly profound and unfathomable. I think she didn’t want to suppress Han Yan at all, but in this way, the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect has lost a lot of face.”

“She seems unwilling to hurt Han Yan.” Dugu Yuan’an said, “Maybe these two know each other.”

Neither Xue Mu nor she knew that Han Yan had actually never met Saintess Xue Yue. She nodded and said, “If they know each other, it would explain why she didn’t want to hurt Han Yan.”

Diwu Miaofu went to pull Han Yan. Her gaze inadvertently swept over Sect Leader Qing Lan, noticing her expression was wrong, her eyes cold as icy blades. Suspicion was instantly aroused, and she thought secretly: Why is she looking at me with such eyes?

Before Diwu Miaofu could open her mouth to ask, Han Yan’s clothes on her back were suddenly grabbed by Sect Leader Qing Lan. Circulating energy, she jumped back, returning to the disciples of the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect, leaving Diwu Miaofu standing there dumbly alone.

Dugu Wenxing and Dugu Huansheng were watching the stage from the side of the noble families. Dugu Huansheng suddenly gave an “Eh.” Dugu Wenxing looked at her. “What’s wrong?”

Dugu Huansheng stared at Villa Master Xue Qun for a good while, then shook her head, smiling apologetically at her husband. “Nothing.”

Even though Dugu Wenxing had been married to his wife for more than twenty years, he would still get jealous because his wife looked at another man. He snorted lightly. “Is Villa Master Xue Qun better looking than me?”

Dugu Huansheng was stunned, then burst into laughter, punching his shoulder hard.