Chapter 366: Chapter 366: The Pragmatic Sun Lian
’It’s a good thing I have some skill, or I would have been utterly humiliated.’
But now her cheeks burned with shame. She had thought she was teaching someone a lesson, but now it looked like she was the one being taught.
Sun Lian’s heart sank. ’No matter what, I can’t lose.’
After a brief moment of thought, Sun Lian attacked again.
This time, she wasted no time and immediately used her ultimate technique.
Drawing a Prison!
Her long whip suddenly transformed into countless specks of firelight, rising from all directions beneath the ground.
In the blink of an eye, they formed a fiery red net that surrounded Song Wanning.
Song Wanning’s gaze sharpened. She looked down and saw Array Patterns suddenly materialize beneath her feet, blooming one after another like blossoming lotuses.
But she quickly sensed something was wrong. The flowers were sprouting wisps of tentacles that reached for her.
The thick stench of blood nearly filled her nostrils. She swung her Longsword, unleashing a strike with no reservations.
Her Sword Dao True Realm, infused with a dense fire attribute, slashed toward the tentacles.
She had merely constructed a channel to draw upon the power of her inner world.
The flash of her sword instantly severed all the tentacles, and the surrounding red light quietly subsided.
"Hiss... Senior Sister Sun Lian’s Drawing a Prison was broken so easily?"
"No, it was broken before it could even take full effect!"
"Senior Sister Sun Lian’s Drawing a Prison technique primarily works by rapidly ensnaring a person with thousands of fire threads. Then, the fire lotuses below release a strange aura to bewilder the target’s Divine Soul, causing the opponent to lose focus."
"But this time, it was broken the moment it appeared, and so effortlessly too!"
"..."
The way the disciples looked at Song Wanning had changed. Their earlier disdain and contempt were gone, replaced by shock and admiration.
This was how the Cultivation World worked. Strength was the only thing that gave you the right to speak.
Song Wanning held her Longsword and reflected on the strike she had just made.
’I need to achieve maximum speed and fully maximize the power of this strike. Only then can I win with a single blow in a real battle.’
"Pfft—"
Her technique broken and her Spiritual Power severely depleted, Sun Lian couldn’t stop herself from spitting out a mouthful of blood.
In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she was already injured and wounded.
At this point, she finally realized she was no match for Song Wanning, but she would not admit defeat.
Sun Lian gritted her teeth and relentlessly charged at Song Wanning again.
In the next instant, however, a flash of light emanated from beneath Song Wanning. Sun Lian felt a jolt in her Divine Soul, and by the time she recovered, a Longsword was already at her neck.
Her expression froze. She naturally knew that Song Wanning’s move was also a Divine Soul attack.
A familiar tactic, now used against her. A bitter smile appeared on Sun Lian’s face.
She could see it clearly now. Song Wanning had been holding back the entire time, not using her full strength at all.
’And here I was, thinking I was her equal...’
’How ridiculous.’
"I lose!"
Sun Lian admitted defeat, utterly and completely convinced.
’Song Wanning didn’t become a True Disciple because of connections at all. Which bastard spread those rumors?’
"I’m sorry, Senior Sister Song!"
She quickly changed her form of address. Even though the other woman had joined the sect later and had a lower Cultivation, she was willing to call her Senior Sister.
"I failed to distinguish right from wrong and spoke insolently to you before. I hope Senior Sister Song can forgive me!"
Although Sun Lian could be impulsive at times, she wasn’t an idiot. Her opponent’s strength was formidable, and she was a True Disciple. She definitely couldn’t afford to offend her.
Her rapid change of face surprised Song Wanning somewhat.
After all, most people she had encountered before were more stubborn than stone. It was rare to see someone so pragmatic.
"You’re too polite. I won’t take this matter to heart."
Song Wanning smiled, no longer pressing the issue. She nodded at her opponent and sheathed her Longsword.
Seeing this, Sun Lian breathed a sigh of relief. It was a good thing Song Wanning didn’t hold a grudge, or they would have truly become enemies.
"My apologies for the offense!"
She cupped her fist, then flew down from the stage.
Sun Qing and the others were waiting for her below the stage. She returned to them with a red face, stammering for a long time without being able to say a word.
Sun Qing saw this and smiled. "Do you believe it now? I told you not to be so impulsive."
Hearing this, Sun Lian’s face grew even redder. "I... I just misjudged her! And you, Big Brother, you didn’t even try to stop me..."
’By the looks of it, Big Brother knew from the start that I would lose.’
"If I had tried to stop you, would you have believed me? It’s better to go up and see for yourself, so you won’t be used as someone’s pawn again in the future."
Sun Qing tapped Sun Lian on the head, glanced back at Song Wanning one more time, and then led his group away.
Song Wanning was a newcomer, yet so many people had suddenly appeared to challenge her. It didn’t take a genius to know someone was pulling the strings from behind. But this girl just had to be the sucker.
’Luckily, Song Wanning didn’t seem inclined to make things difficult.’
...
Sun Lian’s group left, and even Sun Qing had shown no intention of fighting on his sister’s behalf.
The gazes of the disciples below the stage grew even more fervent.
Song Wanning pretended not to notice. She casually scanned her surroundings but didn’t spot any powerful figures, feeling a little disappointed.
’In that case, I won’t waste any more time today.’
"If there are any others who are unconvinced, feel free to challenge me."
"If there’s truly no one in the sect, I don’t mind if you all come at me at once."
With that arrogant declaration, she turned and left without a backward glance.
She left behind a crowd of disciples buzzing about her final words. After all, her statement was far too presumptuous and arrogant.
"Big Sister, you’re deliberately provoking them, aren’t you?"
The Dragon Spirit blinked its big, sparkling eyes as it looked at Song Wanning.
It was obvious that the disciples were now quite furious.
The disciples’ earlier worshipful gazes had now changed.
’By doing this, isn’t Big Sister worried about making too many enemies?’
Hearing this, Song Wanning shrugged, a nonchalant expression on her face.
"The people of the Ancient Cold Sect are much smarter than that; they won’t be so easily used as pawns. If I’m not a bit more arrogant, it’ll be hard to draw out the truly talented disciples."
She wanted to see how she measured up against the native geniuses, get a rough gauge of her own strength, and, more importantly, use the challenge to hone her combat abilities.
After all, her Master still needed some time to return, and she happened to have nothing else to do.
It was just a shame that the challengers were all ordinary disciples.
Not a single talented disciple had shown themselves.
"Winning or losing doesn’t really matter. After all, there’s always someone better out there, and victory and defeat are common in battle."
Even in the Lower World, she had lost plenty of times, so she felt no psychological burden.
The Dragon Spirit nodded as if it only half-understood. It glanced at the recently dormant Golden Small Sword, a trace of nostalgia in its eyes.
’Big Brother only went into hibernation this morning, and it’s only been a little more than half a day, but I’m already not used to it.’
’But why did Big Brother suddenly fall into hibernation?’
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