Senior Sister Bai Yueguang is incredibly strong.

Chapter 33 Sect Grand Competition (8)

The second major competition is an individual competition, and today's competition is in Kendo.

Luo Zai Shui sat in the audience, enjoying the peace and quiet.

On the field, Shi Ming defeated another person, and Xue Xin gave a symbolic clapping.

"How long will this match take?" Ji Tinghan yawned. "What kind of arrangements did the Wen family make? They arranged for Qi Refining cultivators to fight against Golden Core cultivators. Aren't they going to get completely crushed?"

Xue Xin shook his head: "Who knows what the Wen family is thinking? Senior Brother has already had ten matches."

Ji Tinghan sighed: "Not only senior brother, but junior sister has also had more than a dozen matches. If this continues, even the best will run out of stamina."

Luo Zai Shui frowned and asked, "Is anyone from the Wen family going to participate?"

Ji Tinghan scoffed: "None of them actually played. Not only the senior brothers, but even Ye Xiao played more than a dozen matches."

"Tsk." Luo Zai Shui rested his chin on his hand. "They think they can beat Senior Brother and the others like this?"

Xue Xin sighed as he watched his senior brother take the stage again: "That's true, but what they're doing is really disgusting."

"Xue Xin, go and deliver some pills to Mu Yi to replenish his spiritual energy."

Seeing that Jian Muyi, who had just left the stage, looked rather unhappy, Luo Zai Shui pushed Xue Xin to the other side.

"Senior Sister—"

Su Wusi's call of "Senior Sister" was weak and feeble.

Luo Zai Shui turned around and looked at Su Wu Si in surprise, "Are you finished?"

Su Wusi plopped down on her right and took a big gulp of tea: "That's it. The morning's competition is over. The afternoon's... tsk... I suspect the Wen family rigged the draw."

Luo Zai Shui raised an eyebrow: "Isn't it obvious?"

Su Wusi was seething with anger, but a can of tea forced him to suppress it: "I really want to stab them through with a sword."

"Junior Sister Luo."

Ye Xiao had finished his competition at some point and sat down to her left.

Luo Zai Shui raised an eyebrow: "You're done competing too?"

Ye Xiao shook his head: "There's more this afternoon, why is Brother Shiming still competing?"

"The eldest brother has bad luck; the people he drew are all quite difficult to deal with, and there are several other people waiting behind him."

Su Wusi offered an explanation.

Ye Xiaoqing coughed, sat up straight, and looked straight ahead: "I see..."

Luo, sandwiched between the water, seemed to have glimpsed something.

She curled her lips into a smile and asked, "How did you end up here?"

Ye Xiao's ears turned red without her noticing, and she was still trying to argue, "I came to scout out the enemy's situation."

"Really?" Luo Zai Shui rested her chin on her hand. "Don't you know how strong our senior brother is?"

Ye Xiao's gaze unconsciously drifted towards Su Wusi.

Just then, Shi Ming defeated another opponent and was sheathing his sword.

Ye Xiao had a sudden inspiration: "His sword is quite nice, what's its name?"

Luo Zai Shui didn't expose Ye Xiao's lame excuse, but simply replied, "Nameless."

"What?" Ye Xiao seemed not to have heard clearly. "How could such a fine sword not have a name?"

Su Wusi looked at Ye Xiao and began to think, "Why is this person so dull?" She explained, "The name of this sword is Wuming (Nameless)."

"Oh."

Ye Xiao looked somewhat uneasy, sat up even straighter, and stared blankly ahead, seemingly saying nothing.

Luo Zai Shui patted Su Wu Si's hand: "I'm going to check on Mu Yi and the others. You stay here and watch over Senior Brother. Come back right away, and don't wander off."

"Ah good."

Su Wusi was a little confused. Didn't the third and fourth senior brothers have the fifth senior brother's side?

"Hey, senior sister..."

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Zai Shui had already disappeared.

Ye Xiao's ears turned even redder. He was now restless, unsure whether to walk or sit.

"Um, Miss Su, I..."

Su Wusi looked at him, somewhat puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"No...nothing..."

"Oh--"

Su Wusi turned back to watch Shi Ming's match intently.

When Luo Zai Shui returned, the two still didn't exchange a single word.

Luo Zai Shui sighed; matchmaking was clearly not her for the job.

"It looks like Senior Brother's competition is almost over. Let's pack up and go back to rest. There are still more competitions this afternoon."

Seeing Luo Zai Shui return, Ye Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to return to his own team.

Xu Yu looked at him with a pained expression, feeling as if her senior brother had already betrayed her.

Luo Zai Shui couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Su Wusi was a little confused: "Senior sister, what are you laughing at?"

Luo patted her head, but her gaze fell on Ye Xiao: "I'm laughing. Will anyone throw the game this afternoon?"

Su Wusi scratched his head: "Who would hold back in a match like this?"

My senior sister's words were quite meaningful. Could it be that someone bribed the opponent?

"Let's go, let's go. Senior Brother has finished his competition, let's go back and rest."

"Oh……"

Shi Ming was carrying his sword and walking towards Luo Zai Shui.

Luo Zai Shui handed him a handkerchief. Shi Ming took it, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to return the handkerchief to his junior sister when he suddenly remembered that he had used the handkerchief and it would be inappropriate to return it directly to her. So he held the handkerchief in his palm.

"Thank you very much, junior sister. I will wash this handkerchief and return it to you when I have time."

Luo Zai Shui smiled and said, "There's no need for that. If you like it, Senior Brother, I'll give you this handkerchief."

The handkerchief in his hand still faintly carried Luo Zai Shui's spiritual power and the scent of medicine on her body. It wasn't as pungent as the medicine she usually drank; instead, it had a refreshing fragrance. He put the handkerchief into his sleeve.

"Then thank you very much, junior sister."

Normally, the sword cultivators' disciples should have decided the winner today, but judging from the Wen family's behavior, it will probably have to wait until tomorrow.

After resting for a while in the guest room, the group was about to return to the field. By then, the sun was blazing and the sunlight was quite dazzling. As Luo stepped out of the room, he subconsciously shielded his eyes from the sunlight with his hand.

Jian Muyi fanned himself with his hand: "To practice swordsmanship in this heat, what's the difference between that and dancing on lava?"

It's no wonder Jian Muyi is being pretentious. Xianyun Peak has a pleasant climate year-round and has never experienced such scorching sun. Many cultivators also find it difficult to endure, which is especially tough on those cultivators who still have to participate.

"Junior sisters, it's so hot, you shouldn't go."

Shi Ming glanced at the sky and felt that there was no need for them to go, especially since Xue Xin was weak. If he got heatstroke, Luo Zai Shui would have to take care of him.

Luo Zai Shui shook his head: "It would be unreasonable for none of us to go. Besides, if we don't go, it will seem like there's discord among the disciples of Xianyun Peak. It's better to avoid attracting gossip."

Ji Yuan nodded: "It's just a bit hot, but it's nothing serious. Just bear with it."

Lu Da distributed some heat-relieving pills to everyone and instructed them, "Those of you outside have to keep an eye on things. We can't act quickly inside, so we'll feel more at ease if you're all together."

Shi Ming knew that what his uncles said made sense, so he stopped trying to stop them.

When they arrived, a large crowd had already gathered, but most of them were strangers. Of the five major sects, only the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the Idle Cloud Peak practiced swordsmanship.

Luo casually found a place to sit down, and the talisman she carried automatically formed a magic array to escape the heat. Ji Tinghan followed suit and made one for himself and Xue Xin as well, drawing envious glances from those around them.

It was rare to see a member of the Wen family appear in the afternoon.

It was also an unfamiliar face, with a cultivation level of around the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. In Luo Zai Shui's opinion, the man's swordsmanship was quite ordinary, and she wondered why the Wen family would send someone like that to the stage.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the battle suddenly turned around. The Wen family's swordsmanship suddenly became ruthless, and the person on the stage was completely unable to defend against it.

The crowd gasped in shock. In the blink of an eye, the Wen family member pierced the man's heart with his sword.

Xue Xin instinctively wanted to get up to save the person, but before he could even lift his buttocks from his seat, he slumped back down. He opened his mouth and muttered, "It's hopeless..."

Ji Tinghan was also shocked: "How dare the Wen family..."

The people in the audience were also in disbelief.

"Didn't we agree to stop here? What is the Wen family doing?"

"Murder in full view of everyone, what else can the Wen family say!"

"They must be severely punished; a life for a life!"

A female cultivator rushed onto the field, embracing the man's remains and weeping bitterly. She pointed at the Wen family members and cursed them, seemingly enraging them. The Wen family members raised their swords, ready to strike the female cultivator again.

Luo Zai Shui's eyelids twitched, and he had no choice but to draw his sword, activate the Wind Riding Technique, and meet the attack head-on.

With a "clang," the Wen family member was thrown back several steps.

This action is like throwing a boiling stone into water.

The crowd erupted in cheers, but the excitement quickly died down.

Because the Wen family had arrived, Wen Lian brought with him a Nascent Soul stage expert.

"What is Junior Sister Luo doing? Is she interfering with the match?"

Luo Zai Shui did not sheathe her sword. She knew that Wen Lian would not uphold justice, but she still firmly said, "He killed someone."

Wen Lian's gaze swept over the already cold corpse, and his sticky gaze lingered on the female cultivator for a while longer.

He suddenly laughed: "It was just an accident that happened normally during a martial arts competition, how can you say it was murder?"

"he died!"

It was very quiet outside, except for the female cultivator's crying, but Luo Zai Shui's mind was in turmoil.

A voice called reason told her to sheathe her sword, otherwise the flames of disaster would reach Xianyun Peak.

But the fire in his chest was about to erupt, and he wished he could tear the man in front of him to pieces.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xue Xin and the others immediately flew to Luo Zai Shui's side, wary of Wen Lian's next move.

Wen Lian sized up the people in front of him, sneered, and pointed at the assailant: "You're saying he killed someone?"

He then ran his finger across the face of the people in the audience: "So, I ask you, which of you saw him kill someone?"

The Nascent Soul stage expert's gaze swept across everyone's faces, and everyone lowered their heads, none daring to meet his eyes.

Looking at the scene before her, Luo Zai Shui felt it was somewhat absurd.

Xue Xin and Ji Tinghan had never seen such a scene before, and could only tightly grip their magical artifacts and pray that their martial uncles would come to their rescue as soon as possible.

"You've killed him!" The female cultivator, clutching the cold corpse, tearfully accused the man of his crimes. "He killed my brother! He killed my brother! I'll make you pay with your life!"

Wen Lian raised one eyebrow, and the Nascent Soul stage expert beside him understood, raising his longsword to strike.

Without much thought, Luo Zai Shui flashed to the female cultivator and formed a formation.

That expert probably never expected that someone would dare to stand in his way.

Distracted, a talisman exploded in front of him, and Xue Xin and Ji Tinghan blocked Luo Zai Shui's path.

Ji Tinghan was surrounded by talismans, and made a hand seal: "Young Master Wen says he didn't kill anyone, so may I ask what Young Master Wen is doing?"

Wen Lian was somewhat dissatisfied that the expert had failed to eliminate them; they were nothing but ants, yet they dared to make a fuss.

Some of the people in the audience were getting restless, and one of them whispered a few words in Wen Lian's ear.

Wen Lian snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave.

The man followed Wen Lian away. Before leaving, he glanced back at Luo Zai Shui and said, "You can do whatever you want with that man."

That person naturally refers to the Wen family member who has no further use.

Before Luo Zai Shui could react, the female cultivator picked up the sword on the ground and pierced the man's heart.

"hehe--"

She collapsed to the ground, laughing and crying at the same time: "Didn't you say you were going to compete with me for the position of family head? How come you've fallen down? Get up! Get up and fight me! Brother, get up! Now that's settled, the position of family head is mine, you can't take it away from me, get up and look at me..."

"elder brother……"

Heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the venue.

Luo closed her eyes in the water, and only opened them after a long while.

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