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Upon my arrival, Ning Feiwan couldn't help but furrow her brows tightly.
"Ms. Wei, where is your sword?"
"I'm sorry, but our sect does not use swords." I removed Fenghua from my back and held it in my hand. "May I ask, Lady Ning, how will we determine the victor in this contest?"
Ning Feiwan replied seriously, "As long as one side admits defeat, that will suffice."
"Very well, I concede." I raised my empty hand in a gesture of surrender. "So, can we call it quits here?"
At my words, Ning Feiwan was momentarily taken aback, then her expression turned displeased. "Are you looking down on me?"
"No," I lowered my hand and looked at her with a hint of helplessness. "To be honest, we Purifiers specialize in cleansing and exorcising; we have no combat skills, so I truly cannot engage you in battle." Please just let me go.
"Stop pretending and making excuses! There should be a limit to looking down on others! Your true strength will be revealed once we exchange blows!" Frustrated by my repeated attempts to avoid the fight, Ning Feiwan charged at me with her sword, forcing the confrontation.
Sure enough, being honest didn’t help at all…
I sighed quietly and swung Fenghua—
A gust of wind arose, and Ning Feiwan's figure froze in place, unable to move.
"Eh?!" Not only she but even the crowd watching was momentarily stunned.
"This..." Ning Feiwan struggled desperately to break free from the binding but to no avail. "Ms. Wei, this is too despicable!"
"May I ask, what is despicable?" I asked calmly.
"If it's a competition, it should be conducted fairly. What do these cunning demon arts amount to?"
"May I ask, what does it mean to be fair?" I looked at her indifferently. "Is it fair to force someone who cannot wield a sword to face off against a swordsman? Is that what you call fairness?"
"I..." She gritted her teeth, unwilling to accept my words. "You are twisting the argument!"
"I am merely speaking the truth," I tilted my head and observed her. "I said I cannot wield a sword and have no skills to fight back, so I cannot possibly compete with you; yet you also said that as long as one side concedes, the outcome is determined. I have already conceded, but you refuse to acknowledge it. Everything is clearly following the rules you set, and now you blame me for being despicable and not fair enough? Or do you mean that your so-called fairness requires me, someone who cannot wield a sword, to stand still like a target for you to stab a few times before I have the right to beg for mercy?" I raised an eyebrow and smiled. "If that's the case, then you should have added a caveat from the very beginning: conceding only counts after blood has been drawn."
"I..." Ning Feiwan was suddenly speechless, unsure of how to retort.
"Moreover, what binds you now is not the typical demon arts known in this world, but my exclusive skill, which is also my strength," I said with a charming smile. "As you wished, let me give you a firsthand experience."
"Hmph, stop twisting the facts! You despicable person only knows how to use underhanded tricks; what is there to be proud of!" Lan Juan suddenly stepped forward, unsheathing her sword and pointing it at me defiantly. "Do you truly look down on others this much? The more you disdain showing your true abilities in battle, the more I will force you to act! Since you insist on conceding only after blood has been drawn, I'll make sure you lose convincingly!"
"Wait, Lan Juan, this is my competition; do not interfere!" Ning Feiwan shouted anxiously.
"Hmph, if you can't even move, how can we talk about competing? Look at her arrogance; she won't even follow the rules for a simple sparring match. If we don't teach her a lesson today, what will become of the reputation of the Gusu Lan?"
With that, she lunged forward with her sword aimed directly at me.
Sighing inwardly at her insistence on representing the Gusu Lan all by herself—who gave her that authority? Who truly is arrogant here?
Feeling helpless, I let out a long sigh and slightly turned my body—
In the next moment, Lan Juan's sword pierced through my left shoulder with precision.
"…Huh?" Lan Juan suddenly froze in place.
Seeing my movement, she must have been certain that I would dodge her sword or intended to restrain me in the same way, so she completely disregarded the force behind her strike. Little did she expect…
I released the wind binding Ning Feiwan, grimacing in pain as I turned to Lan Juan and forced a smile. "Well, I'm sorry, but I really have no ability. Is this satisfactory?"
"I…" Lan Juan stared blankly at the spreading pool of crimson that was gradually expanding from beneath her sword.
Ning Feiwan, freed from the wind binding, stood frozen with wide eyes, unable to move.
The once noisy surroundings had fallen into a deep silence.
I wiped the smile from my face and stepped back expressionlessly, pulling the sword from my wound. A spurt of blood erupted forth, splattering Lan Juan's face with a crimson hue, yet she remained dazed.
The blood quickly stained half of my body.
I slowly raised my hand to press against the wound and murmured nonchalantly, "Heh… what a Gusu Lan… such propriety and righteousness…" I shot a cold glance at Lan Juan and said sternly, "So you only know how to bully the weak…"
Indeed, I had intentionally calculated the angle for her to stab me; after all, such an injury was nothing more than routine for someone like me who had endured trials on Wailing Hill.
If merely getting hurt could resolve these troubles, that would be just perfect.
However, what I hadn’t anticipated was their reaction… What’s going on? Hey, Lan Juan, snap out of it! I'm still waiting for your response! Shouldn't you be expressing your disdain for me and mocking my incompetence right now? Why is everyone silent?
Could it be… that these girls have never had real combat experience and have never seen anyone get hurt and bleed?
So, was their so-called restraint really just that—restraint? Had they never truly been hurt? That couldn't be right. Clearly, she wielded her sword with impressive skill, striking without hesitation...
Just as I was lost in thought, a terrified scream pierced the air, jolting everyone back to reality. In an instant, panicked cries began to erupt all around us—
"Someone's been killed! Lan Juan has killed someone!"
"Lan Juan accidentally killed Ms. Wei!"
"I—I didn't... it wasn't me... I..." I watched as Lan Juan trembled, her face a mask of fear and confusion as she took a few steps back, oblivious to the sound of her sword clattering to the ground.
"Uh..." I stared in disbelief at the sudden chaos unfolding before me. "No, wait, everyone, please calm down! No one has been killed, and no one is dead. I'm still alive..."
Oh no, this felt like it was about to escalate!
I had originally planned to leave quietly amidst the crowd's jeers, retreating to the Detached Courtyard to nurse my wounds in solitude. Perhaps I could even use my injuries as an excuse to take a few days off from lessons and enjoy some peace...
But why was I, an injured person, expected to manage the situation? Wasn't that a bit ridiculous?
"What happened? What's going on?"
The commotion attracted a few passing senior sisters, and upon seeing my bloodied state, they froze in shock.
"Guest Minister Wei! What happened? Are you okay?!" One of them rushed forward to apply pressure to my wounds and check for injuries. "You all! What are you standing around for? Someone take her to the Medicine Room!"
"Wait! No, it's not necessary! I'm fine; it's not that serious. I can handle it myself; please don't worry!" I forced a stiff smile, my eyes darting around for an opportunity to escape.
Oh no! This is really hard to handle...
"How can this be nothing to worry about? What nonsense are you saying! If you don't get this injury treated, it could endanger your life!" Seeing my attempt to escape, the senior sister firmly grasped my hand without letting go.
"No, um... I'm really fine..." I struggled desperately for one last time.
"Xiao Chun, hurry, help support her from the other side!" Ning Feiwan rushed over and lifted me up from beside her.
"Okay!" Qi Wei, who was so frightened she was crying, quickly wiped her face and came over to help without hesitation.
"Uh?" Suddenly, I was lifted off the ground entirely; there was no chance for me to run away now.
"Let's go!"
With that command, the two of them worked together seamlessly and hurriedly carried me away.
"Wait, let go of me! I don't want to go to the Medicine Room!"
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