Chapter 302

Chapter 302: A Jinx?

The people in the teahouse were already affected.

Now that Li Shuang and Luo Ming Yue had stirred them up, they could no longer hold back. Before a few Flowing Moon Sect disciples could say anything, the other cultivators were already shouting in anger. Someone roared: “Fine, fine, the Sword Sect disciples are this arrogant!” Another bellowed: “Everyone, together! Today they will pay for that arrogance.”

While the crowd grew hot, Luo Ming Yue slipped to Li Shuang’s side and whispered: “Junior sister, can you still keep this under control?”

Li Shuang gave the tiniest nod.

These Flowing Moon Sect disciples were not that strong. The strongest cultivator in the teahouse was only at the Divine Transformation Stage. As for those stronger than that, the teahouse did not have the means to make them linger.

She herself was at the Divine Transformation Stage.

But this small scene was nothing to her.

A bunch of people yelled and rushed up.

The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple glanced at the Flowing Moon Sect disciples.

The Flowing Moon Sect disciples looked unsure, then gave the faintest nod.

Their job was only to test Li Shuang’s current strength.

A group attack should still count for a test, right?

It should… right?

Li Shuang’s lips curled with a calm smile as she said: “Good, now this is a bit interesting.” She held Black Abyss, ready to fight.

Li Shuang was steady, but Luo Ming Yue was tense. [They are coming. A whole group. What do I do now? Charge straight in?] She bit down. [Forget it, where could I run anyway?] She braced herself. Sword Sect honor could not be stained. Luo Ming Yue was about to draw her sword and charge.

Suddenly, Li Shuang caught her hand.

Luo Ming Yue blinked at her junior sister, confused.

Li Shuang tugged Luo Ming Yue and leaped off the high platform. While dodging the wave of cultivators giving chase, she said lightly: “First Senior Sister, if you should dodge, then dodge.”

The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple paused, then growled: “You said one against a hundred. Why are you running?”

Li Shuang rolled her eyes.

She could fight a hundred.

But there was no need to expose her strength now.

Whoever worked behind the scenes clearly wanted to probe her power. Why let them get what they wanted?

As she dodged, Li Shuang kept slipping into the corners by the walls.

Blows rained down and smashed into the walls instead.

At first, everyone noticed nothing strange and simply chased Li Shuang while striking.

After a while, they suddenly realized the building was shaking.

Runes were carved all over the teahouse walls. Under the group’s heavy hits, the walls began to quiver.

The Flowing Moon Sect disciples’ faces changed. Not good. The teahouse could not hold.

Their leader tried to soothe everyone, saying: “It is fine, it is fine. These runes will repair themselves. Though it looks like the teahouse is about to fall, actually…”

Just then, a sword light flashed.

It looked like Li Shuang aimed at the disciples, but her blade veered and slammed into the wall.

The runes split further.

Luo Ming Yue called out in a rush: “Sorry, my junior sister missed.” Li Shuang kept “missing,” blow after blow. Luo Ming Yue kept up the commentary: “Sorry, missed again.” And: “Still off.” Then: “Huh, this building looks like it is about to fall.”

With Luo Ming Yue’s shout still hanging in the air, the whole teahouse collapsed with a roar under the crowd’s combined effort.

The Flowing Moon Sect disciples stood frozen.

On the rubble, the leading disciple muttered in a daze: “But actually… it was going to fall anyway.”

Darn it. The teahouse really had collapsed.

This was not an ordinary teahouse. Runes were carved on the walls and ceiling, and there was even a basement below.

Those runes could infect a cultivator’s soul and slowly draw away soul power. Given time, they could plant a seed of control in that soul.

One day, if Your Excellency decided to act, these people might all become pieces on a board.

They had not worked here very long yet, so the cultivators were only lightly touched.

To strengthen control, they needed people to stay longer inside the teahouse so the runes could spread the influence.

But now the teahouse had fallen.

The Flowing Moon Sect disciples went stiff. This meant those people would slip out of their control.

They snapped their heads toward the crowd.

The cultivators had stopped chasing Li Shuang. Instead, a haze lifted in their minds, leaving only confusion. [What came over me just now? For such a small thing, why did I strike at Sword Sect disciples?] Looking back, they felt they had been a bit crazy.

Only the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple kept howling as he charged at Li Shuang.

He came at the perfect time.

Li Shuang arched a brow and slid aside.

The giant blade slammed into where she had stood and blasted a huge pit in the floor.

He charged again.

She dodged again.

Another pit gaped in the floor.

The Flowing Moon Sect disciples stared. “…”

Something was wrong. Very wrong. Keep this up and they might even smash open the basement.

Li Shuang would not be doing this on purpose, would she?

The leading Flowing Moon Sect disciple stepped forward and called: “Two Daoist friends, for my sake, let us end this bout here.”

Luo Ming Yue poked her head out of the crowd and shot back: “You say start and we start, you say stop and we stop? Did that Tyrant Blade Sect disciple eat his fill? Why can he only smash the floor and not hit a person?”

The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple turned scarlet with anger. With a roar, he tore after Li Shuang.

Luo Ming Yue’s voice followed like a ghost: “Put some strength into it! Not to brag, but with skill like that, my Little Shuang cannot be bothered to draw her sword. No way you are so weak she will not even want to draw, right?”

The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple ground his teeth and shouted: “Li Shuang, draw your sword!”

Li Shuang lifted a brow and said: “That depends on whether you are worth it.”

The Flowing Moon Sect disciple wanted to persuade them again, but the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple would not listen. The teahouse floor was soon cratered with pits.

The leading Flowing Moon Sect disciple, face dark, forced a smile and murmured mostly to herself: “It is fine, it is fine. Although it looks like the basement could be found any moment, as long as they do not hit the array core, the basement will…”

Her voice had barely faded when there was a bang.

The giant blade crashed down.

The floor split open to both sides, and the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple dropped straight into the crack.

The basement… had been found.

Several Flowing Moon Sect disciples could not help looking at their senior sister. [Is our senior sister a jinx?]