Chapter 348
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Chapter 348: The Mysterious Beautiful Woman
The girl’s eyes shifted to Su Yi, as if reluctant to accept the results and wanting to continue the fight.
Finally, the girl stared at Su Yi and asked, “What is your name?”
“Su Yi.”
Su Yi was taken aback. That girl was really tough.
At this moment, Su Yi’s gaze was fixed on the sword in the hands of the young girl. His tongue slightly licked his dry lips, his eyes showing a hint of strange colors—moved by it.
This sword was definitely extraordinary, much stronger than a Spirit Weapon. He estimated that it would sell for a lot of money.
“Poof…”
Listening to Su Yi’s words, the young girl’s face almost broke into laughter. Out of nowhere, she felt like the boy in front of her wasn’t as annoying anymore.
“Remember, my name is Mu Yao. Next time we will fight again, and I won’t let you go then! Little Ink, let’s go.”
Finally, the girl’s voice faded as she stamped her feet. Yuan Qi burst forth, and her figure rose and fell several times before landing on the back of the Ninth Nether Demon Snake.
The Ninth Nether Demon Snake looked fearfully at Su Yi, then spread its wings and flew away.
“Mu Yao!”
The Ninth Nether Demon Snake vanished from sight as Su Yi watched the back of the young girl.
Although Su Yi had never used his true strength nor his trump card, this young girl made him feel as though she hadn’t used her full strength either, giving him an unfathomable feeling.
That girl’s cultivation method seemed very special, suppressing her cultivation base and making it difficult for people to detect.
With Mu Yao’s moves and gestures, there was a strange atmosphere—seamlessly combining many intricacies that he himself didn’t possess.
Su Yi thought that perhaps this was the benefit of cultivating at a prestigious school—having strong guidance from masters rather than needing to explore and deduce things on their own.
“If it was a real fight, I could win!”
But Su Yi was confident that if he truly let go and gave it his all, even though his opponent was unpredictable, he would definitely emerge victorious.
This confidence stemmed from his unwavering belief in his own strength.
Raising his eyes to the sky, he noticed that the sun was about to set in the west.
Once Su Yi tidied himself, he retraced his steps, avoiding any further unnecessary trouble.
The mountain peaks towered high, shrouded in lingering clouds and mist. The setting sun cast its golden glow upon the earth, dyeing the sky with vivid red hues.
“Hiss…”
The Ninth Nether Demon Snake emerged from a quiet courtyard and faced a beautiful woman in plain clothes. Filled with reverence, its massive body quickly shrank to half a foot and hid itself aside.
“Master, I was about to win! Why did you stop me from fighting?!”
Mu Yao strode forward, her small mouth pouting in dissatisfaction.
The modestly dressed beautiful woman seemed to be in her fifties, yet her figure remained petite and graceful. She wore a plain-colored long dress that extended from the hem to her waist, accentuated by a faint-colored belt that highlighted her slender frame.
Her elegance and nobility were unmistakable. Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, styled into a delicate bun adorned with a jade hairpin.
Her face, akin to a blooming hibiscus, bore light traces of powder and rouge. Her arched eyebrows resembled curved willows, and her demeanor was as serene as the night sky.
But what stood out the most were her deep, dark eyes—mesmerizing, as if they could draw anyone into their depths.
Such a woman, in her youth, must have been a breathtaking beauty capable of capturing the hearts of all who beheld her.
Gazing at Mu Yao, the beautiful woman gave a slight smile and said, “Do you really think you would have won if the fight had continued? That young man used only a branch as his sword, yet you failed to gain much of an advantage.”
“This…”
Mu Yao glared, seemingly wanting to rebut, but she knew deep down that the young man had been terrifyingly strong.
Pouting, she muttered, “But I hadn’t even used my full strength! If we fought again, he would definitely lose!”
“Do you think that boy used his real strength?” the beautiful woman asked, looking at Mu Yao with a knowing smile.
Mu Yao wanted to respond but stopped herself.
“I told you before—there are people in this world far stronger than you. Today, you have finally seen it. This is a good lesson for you.”
The beautiful woman smiled as she spoke.
Mu Yao clenched her small mouth, her eyes filled with determination. “I will definitely beat that annoying guy next time!”
“Perhaps there will be a chance. But for now, focus on your cultivation. Soon, the future and glory of the Divine Sword School will rest on your shoulders. Your competitors this time are very strong.”
The beautiful woman’s face gradually returned to its usual composure, yet her eyes still held a trace of warmth.
“Rest assured, Master! I fear no one. Whoever stands in my way shall be defeated!”
Mu Yao spoke with firm conviction, her gaze unwavering and full of confidence.
“Go now. Retreat and cultivate well. Do not cause any more trouble in the days ahead.”
The beautiful woman gently stroked Mu Yao’s black hair behind her ear, her eyes filled with affection.
Mu Yao pouted, leaning against her master affectionately. Raising her lips, she looked adorable and mischievous.
“Master, I’m not being naughty. I can be good.”
Pouting for a moment, Mu Yao then turned and left with the Ninth Nether Demon Snake. Her graceful figure skipped and hopped away into the evening glow.
Watching Mu Yao’s departing silhouette, the beautiful woman smiled faintly. Then, her gaze shifted toward the distance—toward the direction of the Thirty-Sixth Sword Peak.
Softly, as if speaking to herself, she murmured, “Su Yi…”
Dusk. The setting sun was as red as blood.
Su Yi, using all his energy and force, silently deployed the Hundred Transformations Step and soon returned to the foot of the Thirty-Sixth Peak.
The sky was bathed in the afterglow, and in the distance, birds spread their wings, their cries echoing pleasantly under the rosy hues.
The scene was breathtaking, refreshing the mind and spirit.
“Brother Su Yi! No good! No good, Brother Su Yi…!”
Suddenly, from not far away, a hurried voice rang out. A figure quickly ran toward him.
Judging by the voice, it seemed to be Zhang Qing.
In no time, the figure reached Su Yi—and indeed, it was Zhang Qing.
Panting heavily, Zhang Qing looked at Su Yi. His pale and anxious face carried a hint of joy, but that joy was quickly replaced by solemnity.
“Brother Su Yi… it’s not good.”
Su Yi’s expression turned serious. “Zhang Qing, what happened? Take your time and tell me.”
Zhang Qing gasped and spoke quickly, “They’re here again—with a lot of strong ones! Martial Sister Jiahui was severely injured, and everyone else was hurt. They said that if you don’t go to see them, they will directly abolish Martial Sister Jiahui’s cultivation base!”
He clenched his fists and continued, “They’re inner disciples. They don’t care about us at all! Even if they really cripple Martial Sister Jiahui, the sect won’t do much to them—at most, just a light punishment…”
Zhang Qing’s face was grim. The inner disciples simply had no regard for the outer disciples.
