Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Toying with Gu Qing Yuan

“My master won’t lose. That was just an accident!”

Blamed by everyone, Ye Chu Xue’s eyes reddened quietly, full of grievance.

No matter whether her master won or lost, it shouldn’t have anything to do with her.

She stubbornly held her head high, her face full of defiance.

The Sect Master grew angrier the more he looked. Back then, he thought Ye Chu Xue was promising. Now he realized he had misjudged her.

He closed his eyes, clenched his fist, and sat back down. “No rush. Let’s watch a bit more. Maybe it really was an accident…”

The elders had no choice but to sit as well, silently praying that Gu Qing Yuan would win.

“Lu Xing Yao!”

On the sparring platform, Gu Qing Yuan’s eyes were bloodshot. He wanted nothing more than to skin Lu Xing Yao alive and tear out his tendons to ease the hatred in his heart.

Why could Lu Xing Yao always dismantle his killing moves so precisely?

Why?!

Right then, he felt like his clothes had been stripped off, standing naked in front of Lu Xing Yao.

“Fellow Daoist Gu is angry?”

Lu Xing Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, deliberately showing contempt. “I thought you ditched the challenge to pick up your sweetheart because you were sure you’d win. Turns out you just stopped caring and decided to crash and burn!”

Even Lu Xing Yao didn’t expect he’d have a day when he was so sharp-tongued.

But if it let him vent for Song Wan Ning, he didn’t mind changing himself a bit.

“In the past, I often treated Fellow Daoist Gu as my greatest rival. I never thought that after so many years, Fellow Daoist Gu would fall to this. It’s truly sigh-worthy…”

As he spoke, he even sighed with a face full of regret.

“Lu Xing Yao!”

Gu Qing Yuan completely snapped. He couldn’t hold back anymore and kept attacking.

What happened next made him start questioning his entire life.

No matter what move he used, Lu Xing Yao broke it instantly. Every counter was ruthless, and he could even hurt Gu Qing Yuan while defending.

After more than ten exchanges, Gu Qing Yuan had become a complete joke.

The disciples below all went mute, a sharp contrast to their earlier cheers. It was humiliating.

They watched Gu Qing Yuan attack, then watched him get blasted away.

Again and again, like a clown who just wouldn’t quit.

Lu Xing Yao was truly hateful. He could have ended it cleanly, but like he was teasing a monkey, he only countered and broke moves without attacking first.

The disciples watched until they were numb, but the people on the high dais could see what Lu Xing Yao was doing.

He was destroying Gu Qing Yuan’s Dao heart.

“What a vicious scheme—damn it! What does the Myriad Swords Sect want?!”

The Sect Master wished he could rush up and stop the match.

But he couldn’t. This was a formal challenge. Unless one side admitted defeat, even if Gu Qing Yuan was beaten to death, they could only watch helplessly.

Ye Chu Xue’s face went pale too. She lost all her earlier smugness.

In her heart, her master had always been as steady as a mountain and as invincible as a war god.

As long as her master was by her side, she felt completely safe.

But now?

Her master was being forced back step by step, toyed with like a plaything…

The filter of his mighty image shattered in an instant.

Ye Chu Xue swayed, barely able to stand.

Song Wan Ning watched their changing expressions, the smile at her lips deepening.

Even the food in her mouth tasted better.

This show had been set up for half a month.

It truly didn’t disappoint her.

Behind Song Wan Ning, Li Ruo had her mouth stuffed with dried fruit, cheeks puffed like an adorable little squirrel.

Her eyes were wide. At first she was shocked and confused, but now she buried her head and couldn’t stop her shoulders from shaking.

Heaven knew how hard she was holding back her laughter.

At the same time, her respect for her master grew even deeper.

Weren’t Gu Qing Yuan’s killing moves exactly what her master had used in sparring with Senior Martial Uncle Lu these past half month?

She had studied seriously and memorized every move. She couldn’t be wrong!

During those half-month sparring sessions, Senior Martial Uncle Lu had already mastered every flaw in those moves. Now he was just treating Gu Qing Yuan like a monkey, wasn’t he?

Li Ruo hurriedly raised a hand to cover her mouth, afraid she’d laugh out loud and cause trouble for her master.

But to others, the little one couldn’t bear to watch Gu Qing Yuan being toyed with and chose to look away.

On the sparring platform, the fight continued.

Gu Qing Yuan’s hair was a mess, his eyes blood-red. He had already gone into a frenzy.

No one could accept having their killing moves broken so easily again and again.

He had clearly used all his strength, yet the other side could effortlessly find every flaw.

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Gu Qing Yuan refused to accept reality and attacked more and more fiercely.

He tried to prove his strength, but inside he was already falling apart.

His Dao heart began to crack right then.

Lu Xing Yao kept adding fuel, speaking coldly. “Gu Qing Yuan, I think you should just admit defeat. If you’re willing to admit you’re not as skilled, I’ll let you go. How about it?”

“If you keep resisting, you’ll only become more of a joke.”

“Gu Qing Yuan, you couldn’t beat me in the past, and you’ll only be the loser in the future…”

Every time he said a sentence, Gu Qing Yuan’s expression grew wilder.

Lu Xing Yao felt delighted, his moves growing smoother and smoother.

The deeper you loved, the deeper you hated.

Song Wan Ning once wanted to protect Gu Qing Yuan with her life. Now she only wanted him ruined, even with a damaged Dao heart.

Ruthless.

Yet it only made him like her more.

To dare to love and dare to hate—wasn’t that a kind of freedom?

Lu Xing Yao raised his head and looked at the nearly crazed Gu Qing Yuan. Coldness crisscrossed his eyes.

Gu Qing Yuan probably never expected that the one who could hurt him would be Song Wan Ning, the person who understood him best.

Thinking of that, a sour jealousy rose again in Lu Xing Yao’s heart.

How much did she have to care to know Gu Qing Yuan’s killing moves that well?

Sometimes, he truly envied Gu Qing Yuan.

Lu Xing Yao’s expression turned icy.

He’d played enough. Now it was time to get serious.

His aura suddenly changed, and at last he swung his sword down.

Endless cold light swept across the entire sparring platform. All the crowd could see were countless sword lights, crisscrossing like complex formation patterns, leaving no gaps as they surged at Gu Qing Yuan from every vicious angle.

The protective divine light around Gu Qing Yuan shuddered, and sword light shot outward in all directions.

But it didn’t disperse. Like breathing, in the next instant it shot back toward Gu Qing Yuan’s body.

At the same time, another dark light appeared quietly, like a strand of ox hair, almost impossible to notice among the countless sword lights.

But that tiny dark light pierced straight into Gu Qing Yuan’s heart meridian.

Driven mad, Gu Qing Yuan hadn’t guarded against it in his wide, reckless movements. “Pfft—!”

His body jerked, and then he spat out a huge mouthful of blood.

At that moment, Lu Xing Yao’s next attack was already upon him.