Chapter 9
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Chapter 9: The Terrifying Turtle Skill!
The two old turtles were ruthless, and now all three brothers are lying there spitting blood.
Wen Yun had just finished helping Elder Martial Brother wipe himself dry, but then Third Martial Brother groaned and spat out blood.
Only Second Master Brother was in good spirits, pulling out a small mirror from somewhere and jokingly saying, "If my admirers see me in this pitiful state now, they would surely feel heartbroken."
After thinking about it, Wen Yun decided not to wipe the blood for him, letting Second Master Brother maintain his pitiful appearance.
After two days of feeling down, the three of them finally felt a bit better.
"We must protect The Tenth Peak and not disturb the Master during his crucial seclusion," said Yue Xingzhou, his face slightly pale but his voice steady.
Xu Wanfeng said, "If only we had taken in disciples earlier, we wouldn’t be in a situation where we have no one capable."
Bai Yushan remained silent.
Wen Yun spoke up, "I can go."
"No, you can’t," Yue Xingzhou immediately objected.
Bai Yushan held the sword and said firmly, "No."
Xu Wanfeng also looked over and said seriously, "Although Martial Sister Wen, you were once a young genius, but times have changed and we must not take risks."
"Many of your opponents have Golden Core cultivation, you are not their match right now–"
Before Xu Wanfeng could finish, Wen Yun swiftly grabbed a dark wooden stick next to her, accurately pointing it at his throat in a flash.
She moved so fast and silently, without any visible use of power, catching everyone off guard.
Yue Xingzhou widened his eyes, knowing that Second Junior Brother was caught off guard by Wen Yun, but didn’t she lack cultivation?
Why could her sword… no, her stick move so unbelievably fast!
Even a Golden Core Stage sword cultivator using power might not achieve such terrifying speed!
Wen Yun raised her head slightly, revealing a graceful face with thick eyelashes casting a light shadow on her eyelids.
"Second Master Brother," she spoke with a clear voice.
"Can I go now?"
Xu Wanfeng paused for a moment and nodded instinctively.
"You may."
*
Wen Yun insisted on participating in the inner door competition, and her three senior brothers stopped looking for new disciples temporarily to focus on helping her prepare.
Xu Wanfeng found a scented letter paper from somewhere and began reading the elegant handwriting on it.
"In this inner door competition, all disciples under one hundred years old will draw lots. Those with the same number will duel on stage to determine the winner."
"The winner will then draw lots again, and after several rounds, the remaining one hundred disciples will have the chance to challenge the direct disciples of each peak for the Swordsmanship Contest Token."
Yue Xingzhou took over the conversation seriously, "As far as I know, only a few ordinary inner disciples have formed a Golden Core. With Martial Sister Wen’s strength, as long as she doesn’t encounter them, she should be worry-free."
After explaining the rules, they finally got to the main topic.
Wen Yun was sipping tea when she saw one after another colorful treasures being taken out from the three people’s space bags.
"Attack-type treasures require spiritual Qi to activate, so I have found defensive treasures for you."
Yue Xingzhou took out a jade pendant and handed it to Wen Yun, "I lend this spiritual jade to you, younger martial sister. It was a gift from our master and can withstand all illusion attacks below the Soul Changing Stage."
Bai Yushan produced a robe and said coldly, "This robe is made of dragon skin, impervious to swords and fire."
Xu Wanfeng also presented a palm-sized tortoiseshell, "The Xuanwu shell can withstand a full-force attack from a Soul Changing Stage cultivator!"
Excitedly, he said, "This idea came to me after seeing Martial Sister Wen’s swordsmanship. All you need to do is wear all these treasures and wait for the opponent to attack you. Once the opponent’s spiritual power is depleted, use your swordsmanship to defeat them!"
He patted the tortoiseshell proudly, "I named this strategy Turtle Skill!"
Wen Yun: I think you look like a turtle.
What are they doing now?
It’s like a group of primary school students fighting, and then suddenly a primary school student arrives in a mech suit and attacks directly.
After making the defensive magic weapon, the three of them weren’t done yet, they wanted to find her an extraordinary sword.
Those two burning sticks in her hands are really embarrassing!
But since the Spirit Sword requires affinity to be compatible, and Wen Yun is determined not to give in this time, they have no choice but to give up.
Alright, if Martial Sister Wen loves the burning sticks, let’s use the sticks then.
They could always make a fancy scabbard for her burning sticks.
*
So, three days later, Wen Yun arrived at the martial arts competition site carrying a scabbard made of cold iron marrow.
The disciples passing by slowed down their steps, exchanging fearful glances.
"Is that thing made of cold iron marrow? Whose extravagant item is this?"
"Yes, my master’s sword has a nail-sized piece of cold iron marrow mixed in it, said to be bought with his three hundred years of savings."
"Using cold iron marrow to make a scabbard, what material should be used to forge the sword inside!"
"It’s a pity such a precious sword is on a disciple with no cultivation. What a waste, it should be mine…"
Walking confidently through the condemning gazes of the rich second-generation cultivators, Wen Yun calmly approached the draw area and picked her number.
"Ninety-nine."
Interestingly, a male disciple had drawn the same number before.
He held up his sword and proudly said, "I’m afraid I may offend some people this time. I hope this younger martial sister can forgive me."
The discussions of the people around confirmed his strength.
"It turns out to be Martial Brother Cheng from The Third Peak. I heard he has reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage. This young martial sister might have a tough first battle."
Wen Yun nodded slightly to show she heard it, then quietly sat aside to rest with her eyes closed.
The scene on stage was lively, but because these disciples were mostly in the Qi Refining Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage, they were mostly competing in controlling spirit Qi and sword techniques.
To put it simply, they were not very skilled. They didn’t know how to use special moves, only basic sword fighting.
But with spiritual power infused, it was different. They were much better in strength and speed than ordinary swordsmanship.
After watching for a while, Wen Yun felt a bit sleepy. However, it was her turn now, so she had to go on stage carrying her sword sheath.
Her opponent was none other than Martial Brother Cheng.
Both sides introduced themselves before starting the sword fight.
The other person said confidently, "The Third Peak, Cheng Lingfeng!"
She replied, "The Tenth Peak, Wen Yun."
She noticed a hint of confusion on the other person’s face, realizing that he was ignorant and had never heard of The Tenth Peak before.
However, Cheng Lingfeng quickly regained his composure and shouted, "Draw your sword, Martial Sister Wen!"
Just as Wen Yun was about to cast a spell to knock her opponent off the stage, a voice suddenly erupted from the crowd—
"Turtle Skill!"
After shouting this, Xu Wanfeng swiftly covered his face with a fan and retreated into the crowd, pretending innocence to a younger martial sister nearby, "Hmm? Which senior is causing a disturbance here? That’s quite unbecoming."
"…"
On stage, Wen Yun paused in frustration and reluctantly stopped moving.
She had planned to quickly finish and go back to carving fire hemlock, but since Second Master Brother had specifically come to watch, she didn’t want to disappoint him.
So when Cheng Lingfeng’s sword came at her aggressively, Wen Yun lazily and carelessly moved…
…and sat down on the ground.
Cheng Lingfeng was surprised and tried to retract his sword, but it was too late; the gleaming sword attacked Wen Yun directly in the face.
Unable to move any further.
The attacked girl made no resistance, just lowered her gaze and pursed her lips, not fighting like in a duel but lost in thought.
Yes, she was contemplating the right size for the fire hemlock wand.
Cheng Lingfeng stared in disbelief at his sword, then stubbornly thrust it towards Wen Yun’s arm again.
Still not okay.
Oh, unexpectedly this unfamiliar younger martial sister actually forced out his strongest move!
Cheng Lingfeng laughed loudly, gathered his mind, exerted all his strength to perform the strongest move, shouting out the name of the sword technique—
"Azure Sky Dragon Descend!"
In the next moment.
The sword was knocked away, falling to the ground with a "plop".
In contrast to his earlier arrogant roar, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
He looked blankly at the sword on the ground, then at the girl opposite him.
She remained unfazed, even lifting her sleeve to quietly stifle a yawn. He was close enough to see clearly that her beautiful eyes were tinged with drowsiness, appearing even more enchanting.
Cheng Lingfeng’s face turned white then red, and finally he bowed silently to Wen Yun, picked up the sword, and walked off the stage feeling lost.
The people beside him kept stabbing him in the heart with their words.
"Ah, Martial Sister Wen is truly beautiful, but why is Martial Brother Cheng hesitating at such a time?"
I am not.
"Yes, he couldn’t bear to strike her when he saw her sitting weakly on the ground!"
I didn’t!
"Oh, seeing him, with such talent, falling for a beauty’s trap…"
Stop talking nonsense!
Unable to explain, the devastated Cheng Lingfeng quickly left, holding his chest.
Xu Wanfeng laughed so much that his eyes almost turned into small lines.
"Haha, my master gave me this amazing beginner’s treasure. It’s really useful."
After winning, Wen Yun went to draw another number card. Before going on stage, someone suddenly came over and pulled her clothes.
Bai Yushan, with bandages on his face, also felt that this kind of attire was too strange, so today he wore a mask.
He didn’t realize that this was also very strange.
Bai Yushan said seriously, "The dragon robe was also bestowed by the master, not inferior to the Xuanwu shell."
Wen Yun was puzzled, "So?"
He excitedly said, "In the next round, you should try wearing the dragon robe."
"…"
What’s wrong with all of you from The Tenth Peak!
No wonder your master gave you all defensive treasures, seems like the disciples are just asking for trouble, afraid of being beaten to death, right?
Although feeling speechless about senior brother’s strange taste, Wen Yun still put on the Dragon Robe before going on stage.
This robe could change its size according to the body, with a light and sheer material, shining under the sunlight, swaying gently as she walked. The tiny dragon scales sparkled like starlight, creating a dreamlike beauty.
Wen Yun was already beautiful, naturally stunning even without any adornments. Now, with the Dragon Robe, she was even more captivating.
As soon as Wen Yun stepped onto the stage, she noticed her opponent staring at her with wide eyes.
"She politely bowed and introduced herself, ‘The Tenth Peak, I am Wen Yun.’"
"The other person then realized and took a deep breath, trying hard not to turn away, said, ‘The Second Peak, I am Wang Cai.’"
After a brief moment, Wang Cai, who couldn’t even harm Wen Yun a bit despite exhausting all his strength, came down with a face full of doubt about life.
The audience watching from below was disappointed that someone hesitated to act despite the opportunity.
Wang Cai, "I tried my best! My hands are shaking now!"
"She stood still there, unable to make herself attack!"
Wang Cai, "No, I did try to attack, but it didn’t penetrate!"
However, the crowd disregarded Wang Cai’s explanation and continued to discuss, "Luckily, her next opponent is the elder martial sister of the sixth peak, she won’t be deceived by her beauty again."
They didn’t have to wait long before the elder martial sister of the sixth peak came down exhausted.
Her hands were shaking even more violently, she could barely hold the sword steady, let alone talk to others.
The unaware crowd was shocked, "Even the elder martial sister can’t attack? Is this Martial Sister Wen really that terrifying?!"
Author’s note: Turtle Skill, truly terrifying!
Thank you for the invitation. I heard that sword cultivators are very poor? I’m sorry, but we are not poor!