[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 130

Chapter 130: Entangled by the Ghost Swallow

On the stage, the sounds of “Zheng, Zheng,” “Clang, Clang” continued for nearly two incense sticks’ time. The disciple of the East He Mountain Sect retreated in a sorry state. Maiden Quan Zi’an of the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect looked arrogant, her clear voice echoing between the mountain walls: “Which expert still wants to come up and compete?”

Many people were looking at the Snow Saint Mountain Villa, hoping that Saintess Xue Yue would come out and have a good fight with this arrogant girl. But Saintess Xue Yue wore a bamboo hat, her face covered by a veil and mask. No one could see her expression or what she was thinking. They thought: Is this Saintess waiting for everyone to be exhausted before using her unique skills to crush the whole field?

Sect Leader Qing Lan was no longer looking at where Dugu Yuan’an was. Han Yan gently stroked the wound on her left arm, looking very haggard. Suddenly, a tall and thin young man wearing a silver wolf mask walked slowly out of the crowd southeast of the martial arts competition stage. He walked onto the high ground, cupped his hands to Quan Zi’an, and spoke in an extremely rough and hoarse voice, confusing everyone: Is this a man or a woman?

“Xue Wuluo of the Xue Clan of Jing Mountain, asks for Maiden Quan Zi’an’s advice.”

Xue Mu was startled and hurriedly turned back to look at Dugu Yuan’an. The latter nodded, signaling her not to act rashly and to watch the competition on the stage quietly.

Xue Mu looked towards the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect again. She saw the listless Han Yan’s eyes suddenly light up, staring straight at the young man who reported his name. Her face showed a mix of sadness and joy, worry and grief, eliciting sympathy.

“Young Hero Xue, please!” The Zither Sword in Quan Zi’an’s hand flashed out instantly. Sound waves rippled towards Xue Wuluo along with the sword qi!

The lightness skill Xue Wuluo used was the Xue family’s “Ghost Swallow Art.” With ghosts and charms as the core, integrating into the dark night, when using the lightness skill, the aura was cleverly concealed by internal energy, making it difficult for people around to perceive, as if disappearing from the world. In the daytime, the body was as light as a swallow, elegant and agile, quickly changing body shape and position to tease the opponent. Xue Mu looked back at Dugu Yuan’an. Seeing the latter raise her eyebrows slightly, she sighed, “I won’t hide this from you; I haven’t learned this set of lightness skills yet.”

Dugu Yuan’an pinched her fingers. Taking advantage of others watching the fight on the stage, she secretly kissed her fingertips.

Feeling the warmth and softness, Xue Mu instantly blushed and her heart raced. She pulled out her fingers, thinking indignantly: You always kiss my fingers, but you are unwilling to let me serve you. Hmph, I will never let you kiss again in the future, lest you tease me and then not let me love and cherish you.

She looked at Xue Wuluo on the stage and couldn’t help worrying for her. Xue Wuluo was hit by Yu Qingdong’s “Life Lost in the Yellow Springs Claw” before. Yu Qingdong’s strength should be on par with this Quan Zi’an. How could Xue Wuluo defeat the musical martial arts of the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect with only the martial arts taught by the Xue family? It seemed she had to pay close attention and save Xue Wuluo before Quan Zi’an struck ruthlessly.

She saw Xue Wuluo fighting Quan Zi’an with a long sword. The Xue family specially gave good weapons to the Guardian Stars to use, but compared with the Zither Sword of the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect, the material of the long sword in her hand was too poor. If the opponent’s internal force was strong, Wuluo’s sword would probably break in two. How could she continue fighting?

That Quan Zi’an seemed not to have practiced her kung fu well enough. Xue Mu heard the “Phantom Sound Rhythm” she plucked with the zither strings, but didn’t feel anything strange herself. Perhaps after yesterday’s influence, she adjusted her internal breath and found a way to cope, so when this “Phantom Sound Rhythm” sounded again, her mind was no longer affected.

She looked around and didn’t see anyone staring straight at the stage. Turning back, she smiled. “Yuan’er, look, this time I wasn’t bewitched by the beautiful girl’s wonderful zither sound!”

Dugu Yuan’an also smiled. “If you couldn’t even resist this girl’s zither sound, then I really would have to temper you properly.”

Targeted by the “Phantom Sound Rhythm,” Xue Wuluo swayed slightly on the stage. After retreating a few steps, she shook her head, sobering up just as the sword tip of Quan Zi’an’s Zither Sword was about to poke her mask. With a backhand slash, the crowd only saw that Quan Zi’an couldn’t handle Xue Wuluo, and the Zither Sword almost flew out of her hand. They were greatly surprised: Is this masked young man an expert?

But the serious experts present could see that between the two whose long swords collided, Xue Wuluo’s internal energy wasn’t very deep. It was just that Quan Zi’an practiced musical martial arts better. When comparing sword intents, she was no match for the opponent. So she was deterred by the opponent’s sword qi internal force, her tiger’s mouth shaken, almost unable to hold the sword hilt.

With her retreat, Sect Leader Qing Lan, who was paying attention to the competition, frowned, obviously extremely dissatisfied. Seeing the masked Xue Wuluo readjusting her posture to swing the sword, Han Yan actually felt a bit of joy. She wanted to find her own shadow in Xue Wuluo. If what Xue Mu said was true, then she and this girl should be twin sisters. She didn’t know what exactly happened to separate them from infancy.

“Yan’er.” Sect Leader Qing Lan suddenly called her name. Han Yan trembled and answered obediently, “Master.”

Sect Leader Qing Lan said faintly, “Is your mind made up?”

Han Yan was stunned, her brain spinning wildly, thinking: Master must think I willingly let Diwu Miaofu take my body, thinking I fell in love with her. Actually, how could I easily fall in love with someone who took my body?

She thought again: But I don’t want her to die now either. Master wants to confirm my mind now. Should I admit it or not? If I don’t admit it, will Master want to cut the grass at the roots and kill Diwu Miaofu? In short, it is absolutely impossible to let her go. If I admit it, Master has always loved me after all. Will she let Diwu Miaofu off? After I went back last night, she just sighed in disappointment, completely different from what I expected. But her silence also broke my heart. How can I make Master so sad?

Thinking of this, just as Han Yan was about to speak, she was disturbed by the ear-piercing zither sound on the field and frowned. Looking at the martial arts competition stage, she saw Quan Zi’an’s face flushed red, while Xue Wuluo had pointed her long sword at her back heart, her voice low and rough: “Maiden, let’s end it here!”

Thinking about things, Han Yan didn’t see clearly how Xue Wuluo approached Quan Zi’an, but Sect Leader Qing Lan saw it clearly, praising secretly in her heart: Don’t know which expert guided this lightness skill. It’s so weird, completely different from the operation rules of ordinary lightness skills. The trajectory is so tortuous, circling to the opponent’s side or back in an instant, almost as magical as disappearing and reappearing out of thin air.

And it was also the first time Dugu Yuan’an witnessed the lightness skill “Ghost Swallow Art” of the Xue Clan of Jing Mountain. The Xue family was willing to teach this superior lightness skill passed down for many generations to the guards. No wonder they were all so loyal. As far as she knew, the subordinates of the Xue family after Xue Jinming’s generation had never betrayed, presumably related to the “universal love” philosophy he believed in.

Squatting down, Xue Mu exclaimed in a low voice, “Damn it, after the Discourse on the Dao Conference ends today, I’m going to learn the ‘Ghost Swallow Art’ thoroughly!”

Dugu Yuan’an stroked the top of her head. Xue Mu rubbed against her palm like a puppy, smiling to reveal eight teeth.