Chapter 105: World Three【19】 Part 2

Jing Ke hadn’t told her little disciple before simply because she felt there was no need to overcomplicate things, but since Yin Honglian had brought it up, she didn’t mind giving her a brief history lesson.

“Master, are you also a descendant of the Former Dynasty’s imperial family?” Luo Yuezhu asked.

“Most likely, but I am the very last of my branch,” Jing Ke rubbed her chin. “Yin Honglian should also be the last of the Former Dynasty emperor’s branch.”

“However, our branch typically has children quite late in life. If we were to calculate seniority, I might even be old enough to be Yin Honglian’s grandmother or great-grandmother,” Jing Ke chuckled.

Luo Yuezhu’s mouth fell open. Master’s meaning is… the people of the Devil Sect also carry the bloodline of the Former Dynasty’s imperial family?

“Alright, these aren’t things a child needs to worry about. Just treat it as a storybook tale. The Former Dynasty fell so long ago; restoring a kingdom is no simple task,” Jing Ke patted her little disciple’s shoulder.

“What you need to focus on now is your next opponent. Ye Wenxin’s strength has also grown over the past few years, and her practical combat experience is far richer than yours. Make sure you don’t lose focus or take her lightly when the time comes,” Jing Ke advised.

Luo Yuezhu nodded. For her fifteen-year-old self, digesting so much information at once was indeed a bit overwhelming. She would likely need a whole night to process it.

The final two matches were scheduled for the next day, starting with the duel between Zhao Yi and the First Disciple of the Tianshan Sect.

In the end, Zhao Yi secured the victory, taking third place in the Martial Arts Tournament.

At the beginning of the Wei hour (1 PM), Luo Yuezhu finally stood on the platform, sizing up her final opponent on her path to the championship, Ye Wenxin.

“Luo Yuezhu,” Luo Yuezhu proactively announced her name.

“Ye Wenxin,” Ye Wenxin followed suit with a cupped-fist salute, stating her name.

Once their gazes locked, the atmosphere on the platform instantly shifted from tranquil to incredibly tense.

Although Ye Wenxin had been shocked enough by yesterday’s news to break her signature calm expression, she had still slept a full four shichen (eight hours) and stood on the platform in her peak state.

As the referee stepped off, Luo Yuezhu and Ye Wenxin drew their swords simultaneously, holding back nothing as they unleashed their full strength right from the start.

When their blades clashed, a wave of shockwave exploded outward from the pair. Many of the lower-level Jianghu figures in the crowd were swept off their feet, eating a mouthful of dust.

Clangs of clashing weapons rang out continuously. Ye Wenxin’s swordplay mastery and practical combat experience were far deeper than Luo Yuezhu’s, allowing her to take the upper hand in the opening exchange.

Knowing that Luo Yuezhu’s internal energy was far more abundant than an average person’s, Ye Wenxin had already decided on her strategy for this fight.

Speed. She had to use an incredibly fast offensive to completely disrupt Luo Yuezhu’s rhythm right away, ideally ending the battle within fifteen minutes.

Otherwise, if the match dragged into a stalemate, she would definitely be the one to suffer. The longer it went on, the lower her chances of victory.

Luo Yuezhu once again felt immense pressure. Unlike Zhao Yi’s pure sword intent, Ye Wenxin’s techniques shifted with blinding speed, successfully disrupting her rhythm at a critical moment.

However, Luo Yuezhu had been trained relentlessly by her Master for ten consecutive days. The memory of her sword being knocked away countless times was deeply engraved in her mind, allowing her to recover her rhythm in a remarkably short span of time.

Fifteen minutes later, the defensive and offensive dynamics between the two began to shift gradually.

Realizing she was on the verge of losing, Ye Wenxin didn’t give up. Instead, she continuously pushed her limits, driving her blade to become faster and faster, desperate to create a miracle.

But Luo Yuezhu’s learning ability was equally terrifying. As Ye Wenxin’s sword grew faster, Luo Yuezhu matched her speed, and could even move even faster!

Thus, after half a shichen (one hour), the sword in Ye Wenxin’s hand was sent flying by Luo Yuezhu’s powerful internal energy, announcing the final outcome of the Martial Arts Tournament.

Champion—Luo Yuezhu.

The moment the result was decided, the crowd erupted into cheers and shouts, with Luo Yuezhu’s name echoed by countless voices.

A young girl who had been completely defenseless five years ago had now become the premier expert among the younger generation. Barring any accidents, this status would belong to Luo Yuezhu for a very long time.

“So you’re the champion of this tournament? Let me test your skill!” Just as the crowd was celebrating Luo Yuezhu’s victory, a man carrying a massive saber leaped onto the platform.

Wearing black, close-fitting martial attire, he drove the profound iron saber in his hand straight into the wood of the platform.

Luo Yuezhu’s pupils contracted at the sight of him. Even without any introduction, she recognized exactly who stood before her.

The Right Protector of the Devil Sect—the murderer who had slaughtered her family, her sworn enemy.

Luo Yuezhu gripped the long sword in her hand tightly, fighting to steady her emotions as quickly as possible. “My sword does not strike down nameless small fry.”

“Hahaha! Nameless small fry? If I truly die by your hand, only then will I be a nameless nobody,” the Right Protector scoffed, his tone incredibly arrogant. “As for those I have killed, they had no right to know my name.”

“Little girl, if you concede right now, I can spare your life. But if you refuse, then one of us must leave their life here today,” the Right Protector said.

The Right Protector did not regret his past actions in the slightest. The people were already dead; what was there to regret?

If he failed to pull up the weeds by the roots, it was only natural for someone to seek him out for revenge. If he was killed, at worst, he would simply return to this world in another eighteen years!

“Then let’s fight,” Luo Yuezhu said. With her enemy right in front of her eyes, she cast all reservations aside and charged forward, sword in hand.

The Right Protector roared with laughter, wielding his profound iron saber weighing several hundred catties as he lunged forward to meet her.

The Right Protector’s techniques were bold and sweeping, somewhat similar to the Deputy Hall Master of the Black Tortoise Hall whom Luo Yuezhu had faced earlier. However, the Right Protector wielded a long blade, which carried greater lethality and moved a bit faster than a heavy iron staff.

Initially, Luo Yuezhu planned to repeat her earlier tactic, utilizing her agility and lightness skill to dodge his attacks while seeking openings to counterstrike.

But after her sword struck, Luo Yuezhu realized the opponent had also mastered the Iron Shirt technique. Without channeling enough internal energy into her blade, simple cuts and slashes wouldn’t pierce his defense.

Upon realizing this, Luo Yuezhu quickly adjusted her approach. Instead of continuing to circle him with footwork, she prepared to meet his attacks head-on.

Buzz—

As the profound iron saber swept down, Luo Yuezhu raised her sword in a block.

Her sword hand vibrated with numbness from the impact, but Luo Yuezhu discovered she wasn’t unable to withstand it. In fact, she felt entirely capable of absorbing many more of his strikes.

Once she confirmed this, Luo Yuezhu launched a direct, frontal assault. While brute strength could break raw technique, highly refined internal energy could easily compensate for any lack of physical power.

If her sword’s edge couldn’t slash through his defenses, she would concentrate all her internal energy into the tip of her blade. As long as she could pierce specific acupoints, she could still inflict severe damage.

This was not a friendly sparring match; every single move the Right Protector executed was aimed entirely at taking Luo Yuezhu’s life.

Luo Yuezhu was the same, every thrust of her sword aimed directly at her opponent’s vital points.

Watching from nearby, Jing Ke had initially felt a trace of anxiety, but seeing her little disciple gradually adapt to the opponent’s moves, she slowly relaxed.

Having trained her little disciple personally, she knew exactly what her student was capable of.

Although her little disciple had already fought one taxing match, her internal energy hadn’t been depleted too much. Having long grown accustomed to continuous, grueling battles, she only needed a little time to finish off the Right Protector.

Thus, Jing Ke watched the battle closely as time ticked away—fifteen minutes, thirty minutes, forty-five minutes.

Just as the Right Protector was beginning to tire, Luo Yuezhu seized the opening, her sword tip slicing clean across his throat.

Blood sprayed out instantly, a small part of it splattering onto Luo Yuezhu’s white robes.

A heavy thud followed. The profound iron saber remained driven into the platform, but the man who once wielded it lay flat on the ground, using the last of his fading strength to close his eyes forever.

The Right Protector did not regret it. Betraying the Devil Sect came with a price, and he would never regret his decision to inflict collective punishment on those who aided his enemies.

His martial arts had been inferior; he accepted his death.

Seeing her little disciple standing blankly on the platform, Jing Ke walked up, patted her shoulder, and pulled her straight into an embrace.

“Alright, it’s all over now. It’s finished, and you performed wonderfully,” Jing Ke said. “You can rest now. Tomorrow, we head home.”

“Master,” Luo Yuezhu said, swallowing hard. “Master, are we going home?”

“Mm, we’re going home. Little Mu must be missing you terribly,” Jing Ke said. She then released her little disciple, holding her hand instead as they stepped down from the platform.

Luo Yuezhu didn’t resist, letting her Master lead her as she followed behind Jing Ke like a loyal little tail.

She had successfully avenged her family.

Father, Mother, Elder Sister, Elder Brother, and Grandmother… are your spirits in heaven watching this?

“Master, are we going home?” Luo Yuezhu couldn’t resist asking again, tilting her head slightly to look up at her Master.

Jing Ke stopped, turning to look down at her little disciple with a warm smile. “Mm, we’re going home. Tomorrow morning, we’ll ride our horses back to Peace Offering City together.”