Chapter 111: Chapter Twenty-Nine – Three Swords (Monthly Ticket Bonus)
“Interesting, Senior Sister Zhong, I accept!”
Ye Changsheng got into position.
“Although my cultivation is not as high as Senior Sister Zhong’s, lagging behind by a Major Realm, since Senior Sister Zhong wishes to duel, I am naturally willing to oblige.”
“Heh heh, to deal with you, I don’t even need my Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation? With my Qi Refining Realm cultivation, I can crush you!”
Zhong Yanhan knew there was more to his words but was very confident.
There was a world of difference between her and Ye Changsheng.
Who was he? Just a flower grown in a greenhouse, who had never experienced a life-or-death battle.
Whereas she carried the weight of a deep-seated hatred and had repeatedly skirted the edge of death. The difference in their mindsets was a chasm.
There was no possibility of her losing; her concern should be how to make Ye Changsheng lose spectacularly and beg for mercy on the ground.
“Senior Sister Zhong, after all, we are fellow disciples. Sparring should stop before it gets too serious.”
Ye Changsheng pointed to three spots on himself and proposed, “Whoever lands three hits first, loses?”
“Fine.”
Zhong Yanhan agreed and drew her sword.
She had received a specially crafted weapon from the White Emperor Sword Sect – the Frost Abyss Sword.
It was a Splendid Grade, upper-tier weapon, forged with Myriad Transformation Ice. Merely drawing the sword caused the surrounding temperature to drop, and a thin layer of frost mist appeared around Zhong Yanhan.
In comparison, Ye Changsheng’s Tiny Grass Sword looked rather shabby, especially with a cute little rabbit dangling from it, making it seem like a child’s plaything.
“Senior Sister Zhong, just so you know, I’m going to do whatever I want with you,” Ye Changsheng said. “You remember, right? The first time I met you, I was interested.”
“You’re dreaming. I won’t lose. You go first, I’ll let you have the first move!”
“Then, Junior Brother shall respectfully oblige!”
Ye Changsheng took a step forward, closing in on Zhong Yanhan, and then swung the Tiny Grass Sword.
Zhong Yanhan activated the power within her and channeled it into True Qi, attaching it to the Frost Abyss Sword. She intended to sever Ye Changsheng’s Tiny Grass Sword with a single strike, beat him to a pulp, and kill him instantly.
However, Ye Changsheng performed an unbelievable move; his strike was a feint.
The rabbit carcass on the Tiny Grass Sword was flung towards Zhong Yanhan’s face, obscuring her vision.
Zhong Yanhan was stunned. What kind of despicable and vulgar trick was this!
Seizing the momentary gap, Ye Changsheng’s Tiny Grass Sword lightly touched Zhong Yanhan’s chest. Protected by True Qi, it didn’t injure her.
“Senior Sister Zhong’s first, I’ve taken it.”
“You… Ye Changsheng, you’re despicable!!”
Zhong Yanhan hadn’t expected to lose her initial advantage due to such carelessness.
Enraged, she raised the Frost Abyss Sword and directly sliced the rabbit carcass in half.
Ye Changsheng frowned. “The bunny was so cute, why did you cut it? How cruel.”
“Shut up! It’s all because of you, Ye Changsheng, for killing it!” Zhong Yanhan had rabbit blood smeared on her face, looking somewhat disheveled.
He only knew how to use cheap tricks. Just wait and see, I’ll lop off your dog head within three moves!
Zhong Yanhan refused to back down and charged at Ye Changsheng, engaging him in battle.
Sword light flashed and crisscrossed as Zhong Yanhan launched a series of fierce attacks.
But Ye Changsheng’s Sword Intent seemed to weave an impenetrable net. Coupled with the Tiny Grass Sword’s inexhaustible nature, Ye Changsheng grew stronger with each bout, preventing Zhong Yanhan from breaking through even an inch.
Ye Changsheng’s Swordsmanship was incredibly advanced, far beyond what anyone his age should possess.
Zhong Yanhan couldn’t understand. She was a true cultivator, so why was she inferior to a mere young master!
“Haa~”
Ye Changsheng yawned, placing his left hand behind his back and facing the enemy with one hand.
“You, you… Ye Changsheng! There’s a limit to how much you can look down on people!” Zhong Yanhan glared at him.
Yet, even so, Zhong Yanhan couldn’t land a decisive blow or injure Ye Changsheng.
“Alas, Senior Sister Zhong, whether others look up to you or not isn’t decided by your words, but by the sword in your hand,” Ye Changsheng said.
Zhong Yanhan was beginning to doubt Ye Changsheng’s strength. What was his cultivation level?
Yet Ye Changsheng seemed to be exerting only Qi Refining Realm strength and was somehow suppressing her in battle.
Although she was also using Qi Refining Realm cultivation, their practical combat prowess was entirely different…
One hundred moves later.
Ye Changsheng suddenly abandoned the stalemate, actively retreated, and leaped onto a fallen bamboo.
He bent the bamboo, crossed his legs, and wore a mocking expression.
“How about a rest, Senior Sister Zhong? You look rather tired.”
“No need!” Zhong Yanhan wiped the sweat from her brow.
If she only used the first level of Heart Sword, she couldn’t defeat Ye Changsheng. The Tiny Grass Sword, combined with the Wood Spirit Root, was incredibly troublesome.
To defeat Ye Changsheng, she would definitely have to use the second level, Energy Control and Sword, but that was the realm of Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.
Zhong Yanhan couldn’t bring herself to lose face after the boast she had made earlier.
“Don’t you feel like I’m the hunter, and you’re the pathetic prey?
Like… a little fox being hunted, isolated and helpless, begging the hunter to spare its life.”
“What do you mean by that!” Zhong Yanhan froze, and then a look of losing control gradually appeared in her eyes.
“Just a metaphor, Senior Sister Zhong, I said it casually.”
“Ye Changsheng, I will make you regret saying those words!”
Zhong Yanhan, blinded by rage, no longer cared about anything else and leaped forward.
Ye Changsheng rolled off the bamboo. The extremely bent wood sprang back, striking Zhong Yanhan in the face.
Zhong Yanhan cut down the bamboo with her sword.
At the same time, Ye Changsheng, using the diversion, launched a sneak attack from the side, successfully striking the protective True Qi on Zhong Yanhan’s nape.
“Senior Sister Zhong’s second one, I’ve got it,” Ye Changsheng said.
Zhong Yanhan got serious and unleashed Energy Control and Sword; six streams of Sword Qi surrounded her.
She no longer cared about appearances and just wanted to press Ye Changsheng onto the ground.
Ye Changsheng also knew that if he continued fighting, he would have to reveal strength inconsistent with his outward persona and expose his true abilities.
It was not yet time to reveal his strength.
Therefore, he used his last resort.
“Han’er, are you trying to kill your own father?”
Ye Changsheng altered his voice, using the mature tone that had made Zhong Yanhan act coy that night.
Zhong Yanhan froze. “Ye Changsheng, you, you, you… you heard everything that night!”
“Yes, Senior Sister Zhong. That night, you mistook me for your father and acted spoiled towards me.”
Ye Changsheng’s taunting successfully threw Zhong Yanhan into chaos.
He took advantage of her disarray and unleashed a series of fierce sword strikes.
By the time Zhong Yanhan reacted, it was too late; she was hit for the third time.
“You… I…” Zhong Yanhan was speechless.
She never expected to lose. How could she have lost to such a person!
“Senior Sister Zhong, who lost.”
“I… lost,” Zhong Yanhan said reluctantly.
“Then, if you lost, what will happen?”
Zhong Yanhan lowered her head, her expression grim. “…Do whatever you want with me…”
Ye Changsheng applauded. “Good! Senior Sister Zhong, a bet is a bet. Please keep your promise!”
