Chapter 109

Chapter 109: She Wants Only Her Life

Bai Mu Mu narrowed her eyes. This was the surprise she had prepared for Shen Sang Ruo.

[After today, Shen Sang Ruo will be a stray dog thrown out of the sect.]

The instant Shen Sang Ruo saw Bai Mu Mu’s look, she understood the point of Bai Mu Mu’s move.

If Shen Sang Ruo’s goal today had been the Young Sect Master seat, Bai Mu Mu’s plan would have worked. Shen would have been dragged down with her and had no choice.

But when had she ever said she wanted that seat? [What I want is her.]

About this odd sect and Shen Dao Chen’s favoritism, Bai Mu Mu knew it, and so did Shen Sang Ruo.

In this Young Sect Master contest, all Shen Sang Ruo had ever wanted was to beat Bai Mu Mu hard in the strength match.

Shen Dao Chen would surely be furious. So what? She wanted to use this chance to leave the Flying Cloud Sect.

Her tie with Shen Dao Chen was special. They had been foster father and daughter for many years, woven tight. She could not cut it as easily as she had with Master Ling Xiao.

So she would make a clean, final break with Shen Dao Chen.

As for the method, Shen Sang Ruo looked at Bai Mu Mu with meaning. It was right before her eyes.

On this point, her move and Bai Mu Mu’s scheme happened to agree. There was no need to frame anyone. [I will shoulder the “crime” myself.]

Her lips curved. She tapped her toes and sprang up, shooting straight toward the falling Bai Mu Mu.

Her figure was as light as wind. In the blink of an eye, she reached Bai Mu Mu’s side.

The flames had already burned Bai Mu Mu in many places, and a thin thread of blood slid from the corner of her mouth.

The pain nearly pushed her into unconsciousness. If she did not need to stay awake to “report” to Shen Dao Chen, she would have let herself pass out.

Seeing Shen Sang Ruo appear next to her, Bai Mu Mu thought Shen meant to save her. She forced a mocking smile and was about to say that it was too late to fix things now.

But in the next heartbeat, Shen Sang Ruo closed the Luan Feather Fan, shaped her hand into a fist, and slammed it into Bai Mu Mu’s belly.

Already falling fast, Bai Mu Mu almost got nailed into the flooring of the stage.

There was a deafening boom.

Smashed to the ground, Bai Mu Mu felt like her whole body was coming apart.

Pain twisted her face. She stared at Shen Sang Ruo in shock. How could she still dare to hit her? Was she not afraid—

Her thought snapped off, because Shen Sang Ruo again raised the Luan Feather Fan. With a light sweep, a strong wind scooped Bai Mu Mu up and threw her back into the air.

Shen Sang Ruo followed close, arriving at Bai Mu Mu’s side again, clearly about to punch her once more.

Still dazed, Bai Mu Mu sneered on instinct: “You cannot defeat me! This will only make Shen Dao Chen hate you even more!”

She still thought Shen Sang Ruo had not seen through her plan and called Shen Sang Ruo a fool in her heart.

She added in a harsh voice: “So what if you win the match? Every wound I take will turn into Shen Dao Chen’s disgust for you!”

Shen Sang Ruo answered with a solid punch. Pain swept Bai Mu Mu’s whole body again and blanked her mind.

When the wind lifted Bai Mu Mu into the air once more, her mindset finally shifted. Her earlier confidence turned into fear of the pain. She could not understand what Shen Sang Ruo was doing, and her sharp voice cracked: “You are crazy! Do you not want the Young Sect Master seat? If you keep hitting me, are you not afraid of being thrown out of the Flying Cloud Sect?”

Shen Sang Ruo finally spoke, repeating what she had said before: “Do you still remember what I told you?”

Bai Mu Mu had no time to think before Shen Sang Ruo slapped her flying again.

Her body spun several times midair. Just as she was about to fall, Shen Sang Ruo kicked her back up.

For each strike, Shen Sang Ruo gathered spiritual power into her palm or foot. Look closely, and you could see it was not simple spiritual power but flickering flame. Each touch left a black burn mark on Bai Mu Mu.

Bai Mu Mu had prepared to be hurt for the plan, but the pain had already gone far beyond what she could bear.

Then Shen Sang Ruo turned into a streak of light, hanging in the air and flashing again and again around Bai Mu Mu.

Each flash added a scorched mark. Bai Mu Mu finally could not stand it and screamed.

She did not know if the blows had knocked her clear, but suddenly she recalled what Shen Sang Ruo had said the day she gave her the Fire-Scale Vine: “Relax, there will come a time when you come begging me.”

The ruthless Shen Sang Ruo before her overlapped with the one from that day whose eyes glinted with killing intent.

A buzz filled Bai Mu Mu’s head. At last she understood the deeper meaning of that line, and she understood something else: Shen Sang Ruo truly meant to kill her, and she had started planning it three months ago.

[She does not want the Young Sect Master seat or the name of a Flying Cloud Sect disciple. She only wants my life.]

Fear poured over her like a tide. The growing pain told her she was getting closer to death.

But Bai Mu Mu still could not make sense of one thing. Fine, Shen Sang Ruo did not care about the people of Thunder-Scale Peak, but did she not even care what Shen Dao Chen thought?

That was over ten years of father and daughter between them.

In the next moment, Shen Sang Ruo gave her answer with action.

She folded the Luan Feather Fan and struck Bai Mu Mu with the fan’s handle, slamming her to the ground again.

This time she did not toss Bai Mu Mu back into the air. She stopped about ten meters away.

She slowly opened the Luan Feather Fan. The soft green feathers now looked like life taking blades.

She drove the Sunset Glassfire Art and swung the fan with nothing held back.

Even now, she had enough spiritual power to throw out three more fan strikes.

A sky darkening fire cloud brought down a flood of Glazed Flame, as if to give Bai Mu Mu the final blow.

By now, the strength contest was an obvious crush by Shen Sang Ruo.

Facing this again, Bai Mu Mu no longer wore her earlier calm. Fear and despair broke across her face.

She tried to form ice for defense, but it was already too late. The Snowfrost Staff lay on the ground to the side.

After so many years as a planner and raider, this was the first time she truly felt death closing in, as if a sword pressed against her throat.

She screamed for the System in her heart, but the last life saving chance had already been spent at the Slanting Mountain Icefield.

She stared, eyes wide, and fear strangled her voice before any sound could come out.