Proud Goddess Falls in Love with Me
Chapter 838 - 838 798 Swordsmanship Tournament

838: Chapter 798: Swordsmanship Tournament 838: Chapter 798: Swordsmanship Tournament Li Xunying came to Nangong Lingya, his eyes sharp as swords, staring intensely at her.

Nangong Lingya felt uneasy under his gaze, only able to lower her head and fix her eyes on the ground.

“Do you know Nangong Qianying?”

Nangong Lingya suddenly looked up, surprised, and asked, “Why do you ask this?”

“Answer me, do you know him or not!”

Li Xunying continued to press, unwilling to answer Nangong Lingya’s question.

“I…

I…”

Nangong Lingya hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“Will you speak or not!”

Li Xunying directly picked up a dagger and pressed its sharp edge against Nangong Lingya’s snow-white neck.

Suddenly, a glaring streak of fresh blood seeped out, staining the blade of the dagger.

Nangong Lingya felt pain and immediately started to sob, shaking with nervousness all over.

“Big brother, Nangong Qianying…

he…

he’s already dead, he passed away three years ago.

He’s practically my great-grandfather, I don’t have much affection for him, nor any interaction.

Why you’re asking me about this, I truly have no idea!”

Li Xunying clutched the dagger handle tightly, his teeth gritted, and his forehead veins bulging.

After hesitating for a moment, he still took the dagger back.

Once the dagger was lowered, Nangong Lingya finally breathed a sigh of relief, her body no longer trembling.

She quickly took out a handkerchief from her handbag and pressed it against the wound on her neck to stop the bleeding.

Her eyes red and swollen, prolonged sobbing had left her looking feeble and listless.

Lu Chuan could tell at a glance that this girl had led a pampered life, never having suffered in the outside world, and most certainly never having faced a life-or-death situation.

Just having a dagger pressed to her neck had scared her to this state.

“Do you know the way up the mountain?”

Lu Chuan asked.

“I…

I know, I’ve played here before.

I know a hidden path that makes climbing the mountain not so difficult.”

Lu Chuan poked her shoulder and said, “Lead the way then!”

“Okay…

I’ll show you the way, but you guys have to let me go later.

I don’t want to die.”

Lu Chuan nodded slightly, “We’ll see how you do.”

With that, the three of them left the post station together.

The entrance was deserted, with no one in sight, only the carriage still parked there.

Lu Chuan walked towards his horse, and he and Li Xunying mounted their horses.

Nangong Lingya hesitated for a moment at the spot, then walked towards Lu Chuan, got on his horse, and sat behind Lu Chuan.

She had developed a fear of Li Xunying from the bottom of her heart.

If she had to choose between Lu Chuan and Li Xunying, she would definitely choose Lu Chuan without hesitation.

“Li Xunying, your enemy is already dead.

Do you still want to continue seeking revenge?”

As Lu Chuan rode forward, he looked back at Li Xunying and saw him sitting on the horse with his head bowed, looking very dejected.

“Young Master Lu, in the end, I failed to take my revenge,” Li Xunying lamented.

“Tell me, will my brothers’ spirits in heaven curse me?

For such an obsession, to remain in this world for so long, only to achieve nothing in the end.”

“That enemy of mine has died a natural death, and I no longer have the chance for vengeance!”

Lu Chuan sighed helplessly, “In that case, I won’t force you to follow me anymore.

If there’s something else you want to do, you can leave.”

“Young Master Lu, I am alone in the world, with nowhere else to go.

Please let me continue to follow you,” Li Xunying pleaded.

“At least, that old bastard still has remnants left in this world, I can exterminate them one by one, and perhaps console the spirits of my brothers in heaven.”

Lu Chuan nodded slightly, “Since that’s the case, then follow closely; let’s first head to the mountain’s peak to assess the situation.”

Nangong Lingya, hearing the conversation between the two, became curious, “You two, do you have a grudge against Nangong Qianying?

He’s already dead, and now the Nangong family has undergone a complete transformation, renewed entirely.”

“Therefore, there’s no need for you to keep clinging to the past.”

She began to persuade them.

Lu Chuan responded indifferently, “Don’t talk too much, just stay quietly behind!”

Nangong Lingya nodded helplessly, hanging her head in silence.

After riding for a while, the slope of the mountain became steeper.

With no other choice, they dismounted and continued climbing up along the slope.

Nangong Lingya’s constitution was clearly weak; after just a couple of steps, she was already gasping for breath.

Her face flushed red, she looked at Lu Chuan, pleading, “I can’t climb anymore, I really can’t go on; let’s rest for a while.”

“Rest?

If we don’t hurry, it will be dark soon.

If we can’t make it today, we’ll have to spend the night on the mountain!”

“What, are you willing to spend the night outdoors with us two men?”

Nangong Lingya nervously swallowed, “Then…

let’s just continue climbing the mountain…”

She hurriedly got up and followed behind Lu Chuan, making her way up the mountain.

After an indeterminate amount of time, they finally saw a figure ahead on the seemingly endless mountain path.

The figure was clad in a red robe, pacing back and forth in the same spot.

The place where he stood was a flat expanse of mountain terrain, not very expansive, but big enough to accommodate quite a few people.

Lu Chuan hastened up the mountain to approach the man.

“Fellow practitioners, have you come to participate in the swordsmanship competition hosted by the Fiery Sword Sect?”

Lu Chuan nodded, noting the young man before him wore a bright and enthusiastic smile.

“Climbing up here must have been quite exhausting, I have some water prepared here, have a drink?”

The man picked up a gourd from beside him, opened the lid, and offered it.

Inherently wary of unfamiliar drinks, Lu Chuan promptly pushed the gourd away, declining the offer.

“No need, I have my own.”

Lu Chuan took out his water flask from his waist, opened the lid, and took a large swig.

“Now tell us, what exactly is this so-called swordsmanship competition all about, and what exactly do we need to do?”

“This competition, you can consider it as a major assembly where our Fiery Sword Sect selects disciples.”

“As long as you overcome the challenges set by our elders and pass the sword arts trial, it’s considered a success.

In the future, you can join our Fiery Sword Sect as a Sect Disciple.”

“If your potential is good enough, you could become an Inner Gate Disciple, or even a Direct Disciple.”

Lu Chuan scratched his head; he had no intention of joining the sect.

But since he had climbed all the way up here, he might as well participate once, considering it swordsmanship practice and, incidentally, to claim the rewards here.

“Let’s go inside; I’m ready to start the competition at any time.”

Lu Chuan walked into the flat terrain.

Soon, he saw dozens of figures gathered around, seemingly exchanging and discussing swordsmanship with one another.

Lu Chuan headed towards the crowd, and a disciple from the Fiery Sword Sect, noticing Lu Chuan, quickly approached.

“You’re new here, right?

How about we spar a bit, exchange some swordsmanship insights?”

“Better not, I’m here for the competition, to take the prizes.”

“Don’t back out; you’re not scared, are you?

Although I’m a disciple of the Fiery Sword Sect with superior swordsmanship, you’re not entirely without a chance to beat me.”