Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

"05:59"

Six minutes left.

Wu Xiaode returned to Fang Yuming's body once more and saw the remaining time.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingsi entered the game.

But overall, he doesn't need to do anything extra, nor does he need to fight for anything, let alone prove anything.

Doesn't matter anymore.

——No matter what Fang Yuming wants to do, the body is nailed in place and cannot move, unable to do anything.

Although he himself cannot move.

But it does not matter.

Just watch.

Watch until the end.

In the arena.

The Xiushui Sword was held horizontally, pointing at Bai Zongmang.

Song Qingsi's eyes, like cut autumn water, were filled with tears; for the sake of her demeanor, she had to gently cover her face with a small white handkerchief to catch them.

She looked infinitely fragile, as if silently enduring some kind of harm.

However, the buzzing on the Xiushui Sword suddenly became fierce.

Sky-high Sword Qi erupted from the sword's spine, forming an illusion of azure mountains like dark green, enveloping the entire arena with chilling air.

——No one present could escape!

It was the famed, unparalleled lethal top sword technique of Qingcheng Sect, "Qinghong Shangmie."

The disciples didn't dare to move.

Their lifeblood had been locked, and any movement would trigger the frantic attack of the Sword Qi——

If she wished.

Bai Zongmang stood on stage, drenched in cold sweat, involuntarily pressing his hand on the whisk at his waist.

Maybe only the ancestral treasure in his hand could withstand the opponent!

But this was too absurd!

Being attacked just for a quick glance, fighting to the death.

Is this sword cultivation?

No.

This is a woman!

But Song Qingsi was chosen as Sect Leader, shouldering the fate of Qingcheng Sword Sect for hundreds of years to come; how could she be such a person!

Bai Zongmang calmed himself and cupped his fists:

"Sect Leader Song, he glimpsed at you. How about I have him apologize to you?"

"Not enough."

"Then what does Sect Leader Song wish——"

"Cripple him." Song Qingsi said, with a look of disgust toward Junior Master Zhang.

Bai Zongmang's temples throbbed.

It seemed a fight was inevitable today.

Because going to war just for a glance would mean losing face with past Sect Leaders when asked after his demise.

But there was no choice.

This was an era where a glance could spark vendettas.

"Does Sect Leader Bai think I'm unreasonable?"

Song Qingsi suddenly asked.

...There's still a chance.

Try to salvage this?

"This... Sect Leader Song," Bai Zongmang forced a bitter smile, "I really can't understand, but how about I personally apologize to you?"

"But Sect Leader Bai, your actions have always told me you have no intention to apologize," Song Qingsi said.

"Why say that?" Bai Zongmang asked.

"I felt insulted when he looked at me, but your Little Fang helped shield me, and what came of it——"

Killing intent suddenly flared from her, and threads of sword radiance burst from the long sword, making the dreamlike city of Sword Qi ever more vivid.

Song Qingsi's gaze changed too.

If it had been a threat earlier, now she was truly prepared to act.

Yet she lowered her head, her tone increasingly soft:

"You want to kill Little Fang now?"

"——Even to kill the one standing up for me, Sect Leader Bai, you still say apologize?"

A flash of realization struck Bai Zongmang.

As the leader of a sect and an experienced cultivator, at this moment he finally grasped the core of the issue.

Matchmaking!

Song Qingsi was matchmaking with Fang Yuming!

Being looked at was merely an excuse for Song Qingsi to involve herself in this matter.

She was here to help Fang Yuming.

——Why help Fang Yuming?

They were matchmaking!

Song Qingsi, the most outstanding Sword Cultivator of Qingcheng Sword Sect in centuries, had taken a fancy to our Fuyun Sect's Fang Yuming!

If not so, why would she risk taboo to interfere in another sect's internal affairs?

Why would she create such a sword technique and stage such a grand event?

This was laying groundwork, seeking favor, willing to further interact with Fang Yuming.

She had chosen Fang Yuming!

Understanding dawned, Bai Zongmang felt as if his heart was about to fly.

That's Song Qingsi!

If Fang Yuming and she become Tao companions in the future, combining their swords and rising together——

Fuyun Sect would naturally gain the support of Qingcheng Sword Sect!

Sword Cultivators are terrifying in power and reliable in character.

After a hundred years, no one would dare bully Fuyun Sect!

It's simply the ancestor's blessing!

Bai Zongmang moved his hand away from the whisk, keeping his expression unchanged, and said indifferently:

"It seems to be a misunderstanding. Fang Yuming did not dishonor his master nor did he attack his uncle without reason, but was standing up for you."

"Precisely." Song Qingsi said.

Bai Zongmang forced himself to suppress the joy in his heart, making sure it didn't appear on his face.

Humph.

He spoke with righteous words, yet didn't dare to glance at Fang Yuming even once.

The young lady is thin-skinned.

The fact that she could personally come up the mountain to shield her beloved was already her limit.

It's imperative to carefully preserve her dignity.

Otherwise, this marriage would be no more.

Bai Zongmang shouted sternly, "Zhang Xiaoyi, didn't you say Fang Yuming intended to act dishonorably towards Fu Caier? Yet it turns out you just cast a glance at Song Qingsi!"

Junior Master Zhang cupped his hands and said:

"I only glanced at her!"

"But it was that kind of glance!" Bai Zongmang rebuked.

"Sect Leader, please see clearly, I truly only spared a glance, without ill intent!" Zhang Xiaoyi felt he was going mad.

Song Qingsi suddenly interjected, "When Fang Yuming made his move, you were only focused on watching me, watching me intently, so much so that when his sword was at your throat, you didn't notice it. Do you admit this?"

Bai Zongmang clenched his hand tightly.

The Supreme Elders slightly nodded.

Song Qingsi had already won!

She had completely won this round with just her words!

The Cultivation World reveres the strong and scorns the weak.

Her words had already provided Zhang Xiaoyi with the best way out, allowing him to avoid bearing the reputation of a "Nascent Soul defeated by a Golden Core" for countless years to come.

A man being lecherous and looking at a woman, being taken advantage of by a fellow cultivator—

It's quite normal.

A few years ago, two cultivators flying in mid-air collided because they were looking at beautiful women on the street, breaking their necks.

These things are something people laugh off.

For Zhang Xiaoyi to carry a "lecherous and amorous" reputation was nothing out of the ordinary.

There are plenty of such cultivators.

Senior Brother Yao He, under the alias "Elder Wang," descended the mountain and slept with the next-door fisherman's wife, pursued and chased down two streets without daring to fight back.

Not fighting back, coming back to face a confinement, was but a romantic affair.

Fighting back—

That's coercion and must be severely punished.

At any time, Zhang Xiaoyi would definitely choose "amorous" over "useless"!

As long as he admits it, then Fang Yuming's actions would not be seen as deceiving his master or dishonoring his ancestors, but rather as being jealous and protecting a female companion.

The entire interrogation would lose its meaning to continue.

—Now it all depended on Zhang Xiaoyi's choice.

If he were a normal person—

"Report to the Sect Leader, I didn't know Sect Leader Song, so I looked a few more times and didn't notice anything else at the time... This was my fault."

Zhang Xiaoyi began to speak.

Bai Zongmang was almost about to kneel and thank the heavens.

But who knew Zhang Xiaoyi would say again:

"However, back then, Fang Yuming really did spy on Fu Caier bathing, this is absolutely true, and Fu Caier can testify."

He looked toward Fu Caier.

Fu Caier covered her face and cried, sobbing, "It's okay, I don't blame him... it's all in the past."

She suddenly shivered.

And it wasn't just her.

Zhang Xiaoyi, Yao He, Li Tao, and even the disciples present couldn't help but shiver.

Bai Zongmang was greatly alarmed, shouting loudly:

"Insolence! Zhang Xiaoyi!"

He constantly glanced at Song Qingsi.

Song Qingsi's expression had changed.

The Xiushui Sword in her hand was no longer humming, but had fallen silent.

The sensation of an impending storm loomed in everyone's hearts.

If before she participated with an amused attitude, even feeling a bit embarrassed, stepping out like this in front of her beloved—

At this moment, she was thoroughly irritated.

Because one cannot act this way.

She had been willing to climb the mountain alone, involve herself in Fuyun Sect's matters, stand out to give everyone a way out, and even saved Zhang Xiaoyi's reputation—

This was all for Fang Yuming.

Now Zhang Xiaoyi, using her words, had exonerated himself and immediately turned to confront Fang Yuming.

This was a classic case of taking advantage and turning ungrateful.

What kind of person was Song Qingsi, to tolerate such behavior?

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at Fu Caier, gritted his teeth, and said:

"This matter indeed holds true, I ask the Sect Leader to see clearly!"

Bai Zongmang closed his eyes.

From this moment on, the only thing he had to do was to promote the matter between Fang Yuming and Song Qingsi.

And it had to be done openly and with integrity.

This is for the benefit of the entire sect!

If you must die, go and die.

In any future expedition outside the sect, or when dealing with matters down the mountain, if he doesn't return, the sect will never pursue it.

No.

Maybe he wouldn't even make it through today.

At this moment, Fang Yuming's personality returned to his body once more.

He glanced at that time.

"00:10".

Ten seconds left.

What would happen after ten seconds?

He had a rather bad premonition; unfortunately, he stood there like a log, unable to move.

Time...

Came to an end.