[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 129

Chapter 129: Surging Gaze

The male disciple of the Snow Saint Mountain Villa held a soft sword in his hand. The sword light flickered coldly, light and chilling like snow. Yu Qingdong used “Flowing Shadow in the Wind” to block, shaking out sword shadows with the wind. The sword lights of both sides appeared and disappeared, elusive and unpredictable.

Seeing this battle, everyone knew that Saintess Xue Yue hadn’t used any of her learned sword techniques yesterday. Looking at this male disciple’s sword moves, they all thought: This must be the “Snow Blade Sword Technique” that could fight back and forth with the Yu Clan of Jin Mountain in the past!

As the sword momentum surged, the ground seemed to be invaded by some kind of chilling air, which then surged around the martial arts competition stage. The people of the Jianghu standing in the first two rows couldn’t help shivering. The chill penetrated the bones, as if even the soul could be frozen at this moment, and their bodies shuddered uncontrollably.

Immediately after, the male disciple unleashed the unique skill of the “Snow Blade Sword Technique.” The soft sword shook fiercely upwards, the tip pointing straight to the sky. Then internal force surged out, as if to draw the flying snow in the air into the sword. A blinding cold light burst from the sword tip. Yu Qingdong sensed the surrounding temperature drop sharply. The most chilling sword qi condensed above the sword tip. When the attack came, he retreated with elegant body movements. The soft sword hacked straight down, bringing that surging sword qi along with the sword edge to Yu Qingdong’s face.

As the cold air approached his face, Yu Qingdong felt his qi and blood stagnate. Fortunately, the wind came from the northwest at this time. Using ten percent of his strength, his sword light flashed instantly, breaking through that chilling sword qi. At the same time, using the “Wind Light Art,” he bypassed the opponent’s soft sword to hit the vital acupoint on the opponent’s chest. This sword strike was extremely powerful. The opponent cried “Ah,” blood sprayed from his mouth, and he retreated several steps repeatedly, falling on his butt.

The people around cheered loudly. Xue Mu applauded in her heart, thinking that although this disciple of the Snow Saint Mountain Villa had ingenious and precise sword techniques, he didn’t expect Yu Qingdong’s lightness skill and sword mantra to use the wind as momentum. With such agile force, the opponent couldn’t dodge in time and could only be stabbed by that sword.

“That person’s internal energy is inferior to Yu Qingdong’s.” Dugu Yuan’an said, “But this ‘Snow Blade Sword Technique’ is truly impressive.”

On the side of the Blue Wind Mountain Sect, Sect Leader Qi Qing pondered the sword move just swung by the disciple of the Snow Saint Mountain Villa, thinking: This “Snow Blade Sword Technique” should have been improved. Even though the fight with the Yu Clan of Jin Mountain was fierce at the last Discourse on the Dao Conference, no such sword move was seen. It seems that in order to win the position of the number one sect in the martial arts world, the Snow Saint Mountain Villa must have drawn lessons from the sword moves of the “Soul Cold Five Swords.”

Lan Qian also whispered, “Master, it seems the Snow Saint Mountain Villa will gain great fame in this martial arts competition. That Saintess Xue Yue is not easy to deal with. Master once taught disciple… taught disciple Senior Martial Aunt’s set of palm techniques. Can disciple use them on stage?”

Xue Mu didn’t know that Xue Duanhun’s set of “Absolute Killing Palm” had been researched by Sect Leader Qi Qing for many years, evolving from three palm moves into eight trillion palm moves (Note: Likely a hyperbolic expression or typo for ‘eight moves’ or ‘eight variations’). The “Absolute Killing Palm” improved by her integrated soft force and created corresponding countering moves against the palm techniques of other sects.

Sect Leader Qi Qing’s original idea was to teach this set of improved palm techniques to her beloved disciple Lan Qian, so she could win cleverly in the martial arts competition and shake the opponent’s mind. Therefore, after Xue Mu arrived, she didn’t mention that she had improved the “Absolute Killing Palm.”

If Lan Qian had mentioned it before, Sect Leader Qi Qing would have nodded without hesitation. Now knowing the blood feud between the Yu Clan of Jin Mountain and Xue Duanhun, she hesitated for a moment, thinking: The other murderers in the extermination case of the Yu Clan of Jin Mountain are still at large. I wonder if they have come to the Discourse on the Dao Conference to covet the martial arts of other sects. If they recognize the “Absolute Killing Palm,” will Qian’er be implicated?

Thinking of this, because she didn’t nod directly, Lan Qian knew she hesitated. Only knowing the palm technique once belonged to Senior Martial Aunt Xue, and unaware of the connection with the extermination tragedy, she thought Sect Leader Qi Qing missed Senior Martial Aunt Xue and was unwilling to let the palm technique be revealed in front of everyone easily. Sourness surged in her heart, but she still said considerately, “Master, rest assured. Disciple will not use such exquisite palm techniques easily, so as not to make things difficult for Master.”

Naturally, Sect Leader Qi Qing couldn’t explain anything to her. She simply nodded. Lan Qian smiled gently, but a hint of disappointment appeared in her eyes.

Afterwards, a female disciple of the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect went on stage to challenge Yu Qingdong. Yu Qingdong was a bit tired. He glanced at Sect Leader Qi Qing, signaling with his eyes whether he should step down and leave the stage to the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect. Sect Leader Qi Qing nodded. Yu Qingdong then said loudly to the female disciple, “Maiden Quan Zi’an, I will withdraw first!” With that, he jumped off the high ground and ran back to Lan Qian’s side.

After two matches, Dugu Yuan’an still felt Sect Leader Qing Lan’s burning gaze lingering on her face, inevitably feeling a bit annoyed. Suppressing the various emotions in her heart, she thought: Could it be that this Sect Leader Qing Lan recognized me? My Little Aunt said I don’t look much like my mother, at most the eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar. She said I look fifty percent like my mother, and the other fifty percent like my father. But I haven’t seen my father, so how do I know who I look more like?

Could it be that this Sect Leader Qing Lan knows my father? Thinking of this, her heart moved, and she looked straight in the direction of Sect Leader Qing Lan. Unexpectedly, seeing the faint thoughtfulness on Sect Leader Qing Lan’s face, and seeing her look at herself, a trace of disgust instantly flashed across her brows and eyes. She was even more surprised, thinking: Could it be that Sect Leader Qing Lan has really seen my father? Otherwise, why would she look at me like this, and why would she have hatred towards me? Truly strange!

Since childhood, Dugu Yuan’an knew that her father left Jin Mountain, but she didn’t know the reason. The elders in the clan also followed past conventions, treating him as dead, never talking about him. Her Little Aunt had only heard of him but hadn’t seen what her sister’s husband looked like.

Thinking of this, Dugu Yuan’an had another thought: Her father roamed the Jianghu. I wonder if he met the Sect Leaders of these renowned orthodox sects. If he met them, would he be a very powerful martial arts expert? Otherwise, how could people from famous sects have met him?

She turned her face to watch the female disciple fighting with a male disciple of the East He Mountain Sect on the martial arts competition stage, and deliberately glanced at the change in Sect Leader Qing Lan’s gaze. Seeing a bright light flash in her eyes instantly, then turning her face back, confirmed the guess in her heart: Yes, that Sect Leader Qing Lan must think she looks familiar. When she revealed her profile, Sect Leader Qing Lan’s reaction was even greater!

Thinking of this, she pulled Xue Mu’s sleeve. Xue Mu turned back, unaware of the dark tides surging in their gazes, and said, “What’s wrong?”

Dugu Yuan’an looked up at her bright smiling face, tenderness overflowing in her heart, thinking again: I have Mu’er. Why bother asking Sect Leader Qing Lan if she knows a man who looks very much like me? If I ask, and Sect Leader Qing Lan confirms my identity, wouldn’t she kill me? I already have a family now. Why think about that illusory blood kinship?

Xue Mu waited for a while. Seeing the expression on Dugu Yuan’an’s face change again and again, finally she said gently, “Just wanted to call you.”

Xue Mu smiled cheerfully and said, “Then keep calling me. I will definitely look back at you every time.”