Obtaining Top Art on Family's Extermination Night

"If they win, Setting Sun Valley gets one of the two Yuqing Fruits from the Yuqing Banquet.

"If they lose, they turn around and leave."

Hearing this, Fang Shuwen couldn’t help but shake his head.

"Coming to someone’s door to forcibly take their things, and they say it as if they’re the ones in the right..."

Zhou Qingmei nodded in agreement.

"Exactly.

"That Weng Zhenliu also said that the Yuqing Fruits originally have no owner. The Cold Ice Pond on Yuqing Pavilion’s mountain wasn’t dug by Yuqing Pavilion, and the Cold Ice Grass wasn’t planted by their predecessors either.

"Yuqing Pavilion just happens to occupy this mountain, yet they dare to call themselves the masters of the Yuqing Fruit.

"When that Senior Zhai Xing heard this, he was so angry he almost attacked on the spot.

"But in the end, he held himself back.

"Finally, this Senior Sister He from Yuqing Pavilion stepped forward to compete against that junior from Setting Sun Valley."

This Senior Sister He’s name was He Yuting, and she was the head disciple of her generation at Yuqing Pavilion.

Her Martial Arts were on par with Li Nanchen’s.

However, He Yuting and the young man opposite her had been fighting nonstop until now, and they were still locked in a stalemate.

Because of this, Setting Sun Valley had lost some of its contempt for Yuqing Pavilion, while Yuqing Pavilion was growing anxious.

In truth, at this point, the true prize was no longer the ownership of the Yuqing Fruits.

It was a clash between two top Sects from the Eastern Domain and the Southern Domain.

Neither side wanted to appear weaker and become a laughingstock.

Fang Shuwen nodded slightly.

"From the looks of it, however, this Senior Sister He’s Martial Arts are superior to that young man’s.

"His Saber Technique is vicious and sharp, but I can see his Inner Strength is unstable. In another thirty moves or so, I estimate he’ll reveal a major opening."

Zhou Qingmei’s eyes lit up. She was well aware of how skilled Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts were.

Since Fang Shuwen had said so, the outcome of this match was certain.

Zuo Qingshuang, who was sitting there, appeared not to have turned her head, but she had actually heard Fang Shuwen’s words and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhuji Pavilion and Yuqing Pavilion were of equal renown. If Yuqing Pavilion were to lose, Zhuji Pavilion would, by extension, also appear weaker.

Facts proved that Fang Shuwen’s insight was indeed formidable.

After almost exactly thirty moves, the black-clothed young man struggled to turn his saber, instantly exposing a huge opening at his side.

This was because his Inner Strength was failing, causing his saber move to be unstable.

He Yuting’s foundation was solid. With sharp eyes and quick hands, her fingers flickered and transformed—it was the move Butterfly Shadow Filling the Sky, from Yuqing Pavilion’s Jade Butterfly Flying Flower Finger technique.

The phantom-like finger shadows, shifting between real and illusory, instantly aimed at the various acupoints on the black-clothed young man’s arm.

This was also because He Yuting, with victory in her grasp, was holding back.

Her fingers weren’t aimed at any vital acupoints; otherwise, a single touch would have likely cost him half his life.

Everyone present was an expert. They could all see that once this finger strike landed, the black-clothed young man would be defeated without a doubt, so they began to relax.

But at that very moment, He Yuting suddenly let out a muffled grunt and was sent flying backward.

After landing, she fell unconscious.

"Ting’er!"

A beautiful woman rushed out, arriving by He Yuting’s side and cradling her upper body to check her condition.

Seeing that her qi circulation was blocked, the woman’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t help but glare angrily at the black-clothed young man.

"Boy, what trick did you use?"

The black-clothed young man chuckled lightly.

"Why would you say such a thing, Senior? I was sparring with this young lady. Fists can be merciless and blades have no eyes. Although injuring her by accident was not my wish, it’s a reasonable possibility in a fight.

"What trick could I have used?

"Everyone here is a senior expert. If I, a junior, had truly used some underhanded method, could I possibly have deceived all of your discerning eyes?"

"You!"

The beautiful woman’s expression was extremely grim. She was certain that he must have used some trick at the critical moment. Otherwise, how could a situation of surefire victory have been reversed in an instant?

’But the young man has a point,’ she thought. ’Everyone present is an expert. What kind of trick could he possibly have used to deceive so many skilled eyes?’

The beautiful woman couldn’t help but look toward the others.

Seeing that everyone was frowning, it was clear that none of them had noticed anything either.

For a moment, she was overcome with a mixture of anger and frustration.

Seeing this, the young man’s expression grew slightly frivolous. He slung the short saber behind his back and said with a light laugh:

"Yuqing Pavilion of the Eastern Domain can’t be this sore of a loser, can they?

"When your disciple is winning, it’s only natural.

"But when I win, it must be because I used some secret trick?

"If that’s really how it is... then the so-called Seven Great Sects of the Eastern Domain have truly been an eye-opener for me."

"Insolent!"

Zuo Qingshuang snorted coldly and slapped the back of her chair.

More than two months had passed since her serious injury. While she couldn’t say she was fully recovered, she had regained about seventy or eighty percent of her strength.

Under the might of the Golden Jade Divine Technique, the flow of True Qi from this single slap was enough to make everyone present not dare to underestimate her.

Weng Zhenliu, the Vice Valley Master of Setting Sun Valley, was heard saying faintly:

"Yuanzhou, be quiet.

"Are the Seven Great Sects of the Eastern Domain something you can comment on so casually?

"This is an expert from Zhuji Pavilion, which is as renowned as Yuqing Pavilion. Hurry up and apologize to the senior."

"An expert?"

Hearing this, the black-clothed young man glanced at Zuo Qingshuang, a strange light flashing in his eyes. He then cupped his fist and said:

"I, this junior, was wrong. I ask that Senior quell her anger."

Zuo Qingshuang didn’t miss the strange light that had flashed through his eyes. She already disliked him, and now she found him even more repulsive.