Chapter 915
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Ye Wushuang, accompanied by Li Wenbo, Su Jin Yue, and Qing Shiyu, appeared at the entrance of the valley. Upon seeing Ye Wushuang’s arrival, Shi Wuheng stepped forward and said, “Ye Wushuang, don’t take it to heart. My two disciples here… they both have issues with their heads.”
Among the current seven core disciples of Lingjian Mountain:
The strongest, Qin Mu Yu, is a disciple of Master Yan Ling.
Li Wenqing is a disciple of Master Yuwen Yi.
Mu Zili is a disciple of Master Mu Ye Yun.
Ye Wushuang and Qing Shiyu are, in a sense, disciples of Master Siyin.
Ji Ou and Jiang Yihan are disciples of Shi Wuheng.
Logically speaking, as one of the six mountain masters, Shi Wuheng should be delighted that both of his disciples have become core disciples. However, these two troublemakers often cause him more headaches than joy. In the entire Lingjian Mountain, the ones who cause the most trouble are undoubtedly these two!
Ye Wushuang looked at Master Shi Wuheng and拱ed his hands with a smile, saying, “Senior Brother Ji Ou sincerely wanted to spar with me, and he meant no harm. Naturally, I won’t be angry about it!”
“Normal sparring among us is nothing to be concerned about…”
Upon hearing this, Shi Wuheng’s expression froze for a moment. Ye Wushuang’s words seemed to imply… confidence.
Shi Wuheng leaned closer to Ye Wushuang and whispered, “Young Master Ye, do you have the confidence to defeat my silly apprentice? He’s already at the second level of the Wanfa realm, you know.”
Ye Wushuang smiled faintly.
Shi Wuheng understood immediately.
Then, Shi Wuheng said again, “Alright, let him have a match with you. But don’t hold back, Young Master Ye. Teach this boy a lesson, even if it means beating him to a pulp.”
“Um…”
Isn’t Ji Ou your disciple?
Wouldn’t that be… a bit too harsh?
Upon hearing Ye Wushuang’s words, Ji Ou immediately said, “Master, look, Ye Wushuang is willing to spar with me. This is a fair and square competition!”
“Silence!”
Shi Wuheng glared at Ji Ou.
“A competition is fine, but I’ll be the referee. No overly fierce moves,” Shi Wuheng said, fixing Ji Ou with a warning look.
“You brat, if you hurt Ye Wushuang, I’ll beat you to death!”
The meaning was crystal clear.
As Shi Wuheng retreated to the edge of the arena, Ji Ou raised his blade, pointing it straight at Ye Wushuang, and declared with an air of dominance, “Ye Wushuang, since this is a sparring match, I won’t hold back. Even if I end up getting beaten by my master for it, I won’t show any mercy!”
Upon hearing this, Shi Wuheng felt an urge to jump into the arena and thrash his foolish apprentice right there and then.
Ye Wushuang, however, just smiled and said, “Since it’s a competition, we should both give it our all. Otherwise, it wouldn’t benefit our cultivation or understanding of our skills.”
“Good!”
The two stood firm in the vast arena.
From the surrounding mountaintops, disciples and elders rushed over to watch the spectacle. Soon, the Fourth Master, Mu Ye Yun, and the Fifth Master, Rong Siyan, also arrived. These two masters, having heard the news, were quite curious about Ye Wushuang, whom Master Siyin held in such high regard, and wanted to see what made him so special.
Seeing Master Shi Wuheng standing at the edge of the arena, closely watching the match, the two masters began to tease him cheerfully.
Master Mu Ye Yun chuckled and said, “Shi Wuheng, if your precious apprentice loses, you’ll be embarrassed. But if he wins, then Master Siyin will be the one to lose face. Tell me… do you want to embarrass yourself or Master Siyin?”
Master Rong Siyan also couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Jiang Yihan and Ji Ou, these two rascals have come this far because they’ve always been fearless. But Master Shi, in choosing these two out of all the disciples, you’ve shown quite the keen eye!”
Shi Wuheng glanced at the two masters and snorted dismissively.
The match began at that moment.
Ji Ou raised his blade, pointing it at Ye Wushuang, and said proudly, “Young brother Ye, this blade of mine is called the Lei Huang Dong Tian Dao, a royal-grade spiritual weapon that I’ve wielded for some time now. It’s quite effective.”
“I’m currently at the second level of the Wanfa realm and practicing a royal-grade blade technique. Let’s get one thing straight: if you lose, don’t say I bullied you.”
Ye Wushuang smiled and replied, “Deal!”
In his heart, Ye Wushuang silently thought, “If I win, let’s see if Siyin and Su Xuanyi can still say I’m bullying you!”
Whoosh…
At that moment, Ji Ou swung his blade, launching a powerful strike. The blade and its wielder moved as one, a formidable aura of dominance and attack rushing straight towards Ye Wushuang.
