[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 157

Chapter 157: Fingers Intertwined

In this battle, Dugu Yuan’an and Xue Mu fought for more than five hundred moves before stopping. Although Dugu Yuan’an’s sword moves were more exquisite than Xue Mu’s, she realized that her internal energy couldn’t outlast her. Xue Mu, on the other hand, became more and more powerful as she fought, her internal energy growing stronger. While surprised, Dugu Yuan’an was also extremely gratified and joyful.

Mu’er was depressed and frustrated in her youth. Now that she could become an expert in the eyes of the world, she would definitely be very happy.

Both stopped. Dugu Yuan’an sheathed her sword, bowed slightly to Xue Mu, and said with a beaming smile, “Young Hero Xue has good kung fu. It seems I can’t match you.”

Xue Mu raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, returning a smile and a bow. “Young Hero Yu is too modest. We haven’t compared punches and kicks yet. If we did, I’m afraid I couldn’t beat you.”

Dugu Yuan’an smiled. “Want to try again?”

Xue Mu waved her hands repeatedly. “Not fighting, not fighting anymore. Fought too long, I’m so tired.”

To be honest, where was she tired? It was just because the sword technique she learned could no longer crack Yuan’er’s sword technique. Even if her internal energy was abundant, flaws appeared in her sword moves, inevitably falling into an awkward situation. She had to stop losses in time.

Dugu Yuan’an knew Xue Mu was always smart and must have noticed the profundity of her sword technique, but still thought she was yielding to her. Thinking that if she used her palm and finger techniques on Xue Mu, she could also catch her off guard. But wouldn’t that make her lose face? After thinking about it, she gave up.

All the elders could see that these two juniors were considering each other in their hearts. Old Madam Yan nodded slightly and whispered, “These two children have very delicate minds. Although their martial arts are good, their friendship is even more precious.”

Sect Leader Mo Shen beside her also smiled and echoed, “Yes, the way of the martial arts world is not just about winning or losing. It’s wonderful that they support each other like this, just like the Dugu couple, being a happy heroic couple.”

Duke Wutu said, “Making friends through swords, understanding each other through hearts, is truly a blessing. Wen’er, now that your third daughter has found her home, are you also much more relieved?”

Dugu Wenxing smiled and responded, “What Master said is very true. Moreover, Yuan’er can stand up now. Huansheng and I have been joyful all the way.”

Dugu Yuan’an sheathed her sword. Someone outside the field shouted loudly, “Are the two heroines stopping just like that? It’s not satisfying enough to watch. Who wins and who loses is not yet settled!”

Xue Mu clicked her tongue very lightly and said gently to Dugu Yuan’an, “Yuan’er, shall we go down and rest first?”

Dugu Yuan’an nodded lightly. Xue Mu took her hand and walked down the martial arts competition stage side by side, ignoring the sighs of regret in the crowd. Old Madam Yan said, “You two little girls, how long do you want this martial arts competition to last?”

Xue Mu was stunned. Dugu Yuan’an said politely, “Old Madam Yan, this Discourse on the Dao Conference is held once every fifteen years. If it ends simply like this, I’m afraid the heroes will feel even more unsatisfied. Why not give them another chance to go on stage and practice their skills? If Mu’er and I go on stage again, it will definitely be the last match of the martial arts competition.”

Old Madam Yan laughed heartily. “You girl speak truly arrogantly. Alright, for your sake, let them spar a bit more.”

**

Two days later, when everyone who wanted to go on stage had finished, eagerly waiting for the martial arts competition to end, Dugu Yuan’an competed with Lan Qian and Han Yan for two rounds respectively. During this period, she also broke through the tenth level of Soul Cold internal kung fu.

This breakthrough seemed easy, defeating the two favorite disciples of the Sect Leaders. Only Xue Mu knew that late at night, for Dugu Yuan’an to break through her internal kung fu, the entire wing room turned into a small world of ice and snow. If she hadn’t used her internal energy to emit heat to alleviate the cold, the wood in the house would have been frozen damaged.

After Han Yan and Lan Qian, Xue Mu tried to go on stage to spar with Dugu Yuan’an in punches and kicks again. She used all her lifelong learning, including “Life Lost in the Yellow Springs Claw,” “Absolute Killing Palm,” “Blazing Burning Palm,” and even Diwu Miaofu’s “Suspicious Shadow Fist.” She also used the “Burning Soul Heart Sutra” to drive her internal energy to resist the Soul Cold internal energy of Dugu Yuan’an’s palm technique. Victory was already in sight, but she ultimately couldn’t avoid Dugu Yuan’an’s “Vanishing Without a Trace Finger.” Her acupoints were sealed, and it would take quite some time to open them with internal energy, so she had to become her defeated opponent.

Thus, no one challenged Dugu Yuan’an anymore, and the martial arts competition segment ended. Old Madam Yan asked Dugu Yuan’an to choose a day to come to the Goose Shadow Mountain Villa, where she would secretly teach Dugu Yuan’an the mental cultivation mantras of the “Origin Returning Wonderful Method.”

Three days after the martial arts competition ended, the Grandmaster experts of the major sects sparred. Completely different from the fights between the younger generation or Jianghu chivalrous warriors, the competition between Grandmasters transcended simple moves and techniques, integrating the momentum of heaven and earth into palms, fists, sabers, and swords. Profound internal energy, superb martial arts, and state of mind were integrated into one. It was a calm confidence accumulated over time. No moves were better than moves, the power penetrating the mind directly. The crowd watched, daring not breathe loudly, awe arising spontaneously in their hearts.

Controlling momentum with the heart, penetrating nature, understanding the principles of heaven and earth.

This sentence suddenly burst into Xue Mu’s mind. Practicing the “Burning Soul Heart Sutra” these days, she had memorized those mantras fluently backwards. Xue Mu recited the mantras silently in her mind, her mind sinking into them, as if glimpsing a ball of fire igniting in her Dantian, internal breath generated continuously. And the sentence she suddenly thought of was like a gentle breeze, making the burning fire neither extinguished nor dry, generating a profound and warm power filling her limbs and bones.

Watching the battle, Diwu Miaofu saw Xue Mu suddenly close her eyes and meditate on the spot. Just as she was about to poke her, her hand was held by Dugu Yuan’an, who shook her head with a smile on her lips.

“Don’t disturb your Sister Xue. She is having an epiphany.”

Diwu Miaofu scratched her face and muttered, “Then I want to have an epiphany too.” So she concentrated on staring at the duel of the Grandmasters, gesturing in imitation. Dugu Yuan’an gazed quietly at Xue Mu immersed in meditation with closed eyes.

From their initial acquaintance to the later forced marriage, she witnessed Xue Mu grow from inexperienced and ignorant to calm and powerful now.

This rebellious, flamboyant, and bright woman had long become an indispensable part of her life.

Dugu Yuan’an gently touched her chest, feeling the sudden palpitation, smiling brilliantly.

No matter what kind of Xue Mu, she will make my heart flutter again.

Hearing Xue Mu exhale softly, slowly opening her eyes, seeing Dugu Yuan’an staring at her obsessively, the fire she had suppressed with difficulty was about to burn her whole body hot again. She asked gently, “Yuan’er, what’s wrong?”

“Looking at you.” Dugu Yuan’an chuckled.

Xue Mu intertwined her fingers with hers, letting her lean on her shoulder, and whispered, “Yuan’er, having you by my side, I am truly so happy.”

Smelling the clean and gentle fragrance on her body, Dugu Yuan’an closed her eyes contentedly and sniffed deeply.

“I am also very happy, Mu’er.”

—End of Volume 2: Heavy Evening Mist—