Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Chapter 775 World 323

Shen Ruyin and Wei Linghua bowed at the same time and then raised their swords to fight.

Wei Linghua entered the path of immortality earlier than Shen Ruyin, but Shen Ruyin was more talented and had her own understanding of swordsmanship.

Although this is her first time learning swordsmanship and she doesn't have enough muscle memory at first, Shen Ruyin has shifted her attention elsewhere and spent much more time practicing swordsmanship because Chen Ling asked her to suppress her cultivation to prevent her from remaining small for too long.

Although Shen Ruyin herself felt that there were still many flaws that could be made up for, in the eyes of others, she was already amazing enough.

Shen Ruwan stood below the stage, watching her younger sister toy with Wei Linghua. She first gave her a glimmer of hope, then quickly blocked her moves, making Wei Linghua's attacks increasingly frantic and chaotic. Finally, she swung her sword forward, inflicting a small wound and a tattered coat on Wei Linghua, knocking her off the stage.

Wei Linghua was a little dazed after falling off the stage. She used her sword to prop herself up and wanted to go back on stage to fight Shen Ruyin again.

The senior sister in charge of the referee stopped her: "Fellow Daoist, you have already lost."

Wei Linghua then realized what was happening, looked at Shen Ruyin, and tightened her grip on the sword: "You just wait."

Shen Ruyin tilted her head: "Fellow Daoist Wei, are you a sore loser? You can't beat me on stage, so you're planning to cause me trouble off stage?"

Wei Linghua was pulled from behind by her senior brother, and suddenly came to her senses. She found that many disciples of the Supreme Sect were glaring at her, so she quickly said, "Of course not."

She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and cupped her hands to Shen Ruyin, saying, "I just wanted to say that I hope to have another chance to compete with Fellow Daoist Xingluo in the future."

"I see," Shen Ruyin said generously without pursuing the matter, only saying, "Then Fellow Daoist Wei must work hard. I've only been a beginner for a short time and I'm already able to beat you. In the future, we might not even be standing on the same stage anymore."

Shen Ruyin spoke the truth casually, but Wei Linghua seemed to be humiliated. She bit her lower lip, her face flushed with anger, and turned away, disappearing from the vicinity.

After registering the results, Shen Ruyin returned to her sister's side and found that not only Fuhe, but also Jinghong, who had been quiet all along, was there.

She had no choice but to temporarily suppress her desire to find Fu He and split the score, and asked with some curiosity, "Did Senior Brother Jinghong come to watch my match?"

Shen Ruwan turned her head following her gaze and realized that Jinghong was not far behind her. Her eyes widened, and she quickly moved to the side so as not to block their conversation.

Jinghong didn't notice Shen Ruwan's actions, but nodded to Shen Ruyin: "Junior sister's swordsmanship is excellent. It's rare that you have already developed sword intent after only a short time of learning."

"Within my Sword Peak lies a Sword Tomb, within which are inscribed the sword intents of many predecessors."

"If you wish to continue to improve your swordsmanship, you may come to Sword Peak to find me."

After saying these words, Jinghong left, leaving Fuhe standing there with his mouth agape: "My goodness, Junior Sister Xingluo, your comprehension of swordsmanship is so high!"

"The entry requirements for Sword Peak's Sword Tomb have always been very strict. Even a few people from Sword Peak themselves can get in, let alone those from other peaks."

"Ah," Shen Ruwan asked, "Is it reliable that Senior Brother Jinghong said he would take Xingluo to the Sword Tomb?"

“He’s reliable, there’s no one more reliable than him,” Fuhe whispered to the two of them after putting on a soundproof talisman. “Jianfeng’s senior uncle hasn’t made much progress in cultivation this year. With his death approaching, he’s already planning to relinquish his position as peak master and seek other opportunities.”

"As for the successor, it will be Senior Brother Jinghong."

"Now that Senior Brother Jinghong has returned from his trip, he has been gradually taking charge of the affairs of Sword Peak. I estimate that once he has sorted things out, we will be able to witness the handover ceremony of the Peak Master."

“But…” Shen Ruwan asked in confusion, “Isn’t Senior Brother Jinghong at the Golden Core stage?”

“Definitely not,” Fuhe said. “It’s just that people outside are used to calling him ‘Senior Brother True Man,’ but in reality, he was already at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage before he left the sect. He must have made a new breakthrough before he came back.”

As Fu He spoke, his gaze fell on Shen Ruyin again: "Looking at it this way, if Senior Brother Jinghong hadn't returned late and hadn't been a step behind in the succession, he would definitely have competed with Uncle Chenling for your disciple when he was taking on disciples."

"Senior brother, please don't talk such big words," Shen Ruyin covered her face, "I'm blushing from hearing this."

Seeing that Fuhe was about to continue teasing her, Shen Ruyin suddenly stared at him and stretched out a hand: "Senior brother, let's share half when we meet."

"What do you mean by sharing half when we meet?" Fuhe paused for a moment, but his hand unconsciously covered the brocade pouch at his waist.

Shen Ruyin followed his gaze and said, "I saw it all on stage just now. You were betting on me."

“Is that so?” Shen Ruwan looked at her senior brother and stretched out a hand as well. “Senior brother, I was in the first round just now. Did you place a bet? Quickly give me half of it too.”

Fuhe now deeply regrets the question he asked Shen Ruyin when they first met, in order to see if his bet would succeed. Ever since then, whenever he makes a bet with these two junior sisters, he is bound to be exploited.

He tried to be so discreet this time, not telling them at all, but he still got caught.

Fuhe's face showed a hint of resentment: "Xingluo, why are your eyes so sharp?"

Shen Ruyin chuckled and snorted, "You need sharp eyes, and this has brought me some benefits, hasn't it?"

"Here you go, here you go," Fuhe said irritably, taking out several spirit stones from the brocade pouch, giving half to Shen Ruyin and half to Shen Ruwan.

Seeing his somewhat pained expression after giving it away, Shen Ruyin and her sister laughed even harder and happily put the spirit stones away.

Shen Ruyin added casually, "Senior brother, next time there's such a good thing as splitting the money, be sure to tell us!"

As Fuhe watched them walk away, he couldn't help but laugh: "Those two girls."

Shen Ruyin and the other woman left Fuhe's side, but they didn't go far. Before long, it would be time for Shen Ruwan and Wei Linghua to compete.

Before the competition began, Shen Ruwan was secretly worried that Wei Linghua might not come because her sister had broken her mentality.

When she got on stage and saw Wei Linghua, who had changed her clothes and was walking up aggressively, Shen Ruwan couldn't help but smile slightly.

Seeing her smile, Wei Linghua gripped her sword tighter. She hadn't originally planned to say anything harsh, but she spoke up and said something.

"How does Fellow Daoist Fu Wan compare to your sister?"

Behind Wei Linghua, her well-informed senior brother closed his eyes and sighed deeply.