Chapter 92: The Ninety-Second Day of Slacking Off
Wen Ying had heard a little about what happened to that “tool man” disciple afterward.
At the time, after being sent flying and suffering fractures all over his body, he had confessed to drugging Wen Meng as if he were repenting for his sins.
Naturally, the Sword-wielding Elder could not tolerate a disciple who used such underhanded means to win. However, considering he had confessed his crime voluntarily and shown remorse, he was merely expelled from the Xun Xian Sect without having his cultivation destroyed.
Now that he had entered the Xun Xian Sect again, it certainly wasn’t as a disciple.
Presumably, it was because of the Trial of Immortals… Had he joined another sect?
“You two junior sisters must be surprised to see me here,” the disciple said with a smile before they could even ask, explaining, “I haven’t joined another sect. After Master expelled me, I realized I wasn’t cut out for cultivation. I went into business.”
“You mean… you are one of the sponsors of this Trial of Immortals?” Wen Meng asked.
…?
A question mark slowly formed in Wen Ying’s mind.
She hadn’t misheard.
Sponsor… was it the kind of sponsor she was thinking of?
“Junior Sister Wen is correct,” the disciple nodded. “Speaking of which, I have Junior Sister Wen to thank for this. That time you punched me into the sky… it was then that I experienced the sensation of flying up and falling back down… The flight up felt exhilarating, and the freefall was incredibly thrilling. During that time, my mind was clearer than ever…”
Listening to the disciple’s words, Wen Ying had a premonition.
The “business method” this disciple was talking about couldn’t be…
“So, I used talismans to allow more ordinary people to experience this sensation of rushing into the sky and plummeting down, while ensuring their safety,” the disciple chuckled, scratching his head. “Originally, I just tried it out of curiosity, but I didn’t expect more and more people would come to try it… So I rented a storefront and specialized in this business. I named it the ‘Drop Tower.’ It feels roughly like falling from a two-story building. Isn’t the name vivid?”
Wen Ying: “…”
Sure enough.
Vivid. It was too vivid.
“Of course, besides thanking Junior Sister Wen, I must also thank Junior Sister Wen,” the disciple turned to Wen Ying. “Perhaps Junior Sister Wen doesn’t know… I was the one who swapped your lot. At that time, I had a lapse in judgment… If Junior Sister Wen hadn’t whittled that lot into a stick, I wouldn’t have met Miss Wen Meng as an opponent, and I wouldn’t be who I am today.”
…Wen Ying felt that the one he should be thanking was actually Xiao Hei.
“Aside from gratitude…” The disciple’s tone suddenly deepened. He bowed slowly, deeply, and sincerely to Wen Ying and Wen Meng. “Junior Sister Wen, Junior Sister Wen, I am sorry. Before, I was too obsessed and my intentions were crooked, nearly causing a great mistake. Even though the mistake didn’t result in a tragedy, the wrong I committed was real. I am sorry.”
The disciple’s admission of fault was very sincere.
And Wen Meng ultimately chose to forgive him.
The fact that he had drugged Wen Meng with ill intent was real.
But since Wen Meng felt he could be forgiven, then let him be forgiven.
As for Wen Ying…
She didn’t care about winning or losing, nor did the swapped lot matter to her.
In the end, it was just him cheating; it didn’t really count as harming her. The rule-makers, the Xun Xian Sect and the Sword-wielding Elder, had already punished him, and that was enough.
…
The match between Wen Meng and Wen Ying began on time.
This time, to avoid any unexpected situations, Xu Mofeng specifically announced the new rules for the competition early on—
First, one cannot use moves that do not look like moves, such as lying on the ground immediately or other strange actions.
Second, one cannot use strange spells, such as invisibility.
Third, the competition stage cannot be used for other purposes, such as singing opera.
Anyone violating the above acts would have their match results voided and would have to reschedule.
Xu Mofeng couldn’t understand why, in just an ordinary competition, such absurd things always happened involving Wen Ying.
Even more absurd was that Wen Ying managed to win every time.
…Honestly, Wen Ying wanted to know too.
She just wanted to lose an ordinary match; why did it always take such a strange turn?
These rules were poorly set. It would have been better if violators were declared the losers directly. If that were the case, Wen Ying would definitely violate each one once and lose immediately!
With these three rules in place, Wen Ying couldn’t use her previous methods to throw the match.
However, after hearing about the “Drop Tower” from that disciple, a new idea for throwing the match had sparked in Wen Ying’s mind.
Wen Meng and Wen Ying walked onto the stage.
After a simple bow, the match began with Xu Mofeng’s announcement.
As a body cultivator, Wen Meng settled into a horse stance, sinking her qi into her dantian, channeling energy into her fists—
Wen Ying, meanwhile, stood up straight as if getting ready.
Her hands were pressed tight against her pant seams, her back straight—a standard “attention” posture.
The crowd didn’t pay much attention to Wen Meng’s moves. Instead, they were very curious about Wen Ying’s.
Everyone knew that in Wen Ying’s previous matches, she had never used a proper move.
It could be said that every one of her actions was beyond everyone’s expectations—she always brought surprises to the audience.
Wen Ying’s strength was terrible, yet she won every time for strange reasons. Her luck was simply too good.
But could luck last forever?
This time, Wen Ying finally assumed a proper starting stance. Could it be that she was really going to make a move this time?
This time, they would surely see her beaten badly!
Wen Ying let out a breath.
Finally, she moved.
She opened her mouth and spoke in a pinched voice—
“The Third Set of Middle School Students’ Broadcast Gymnastics, Dancing Youth, begins now—”
As soon as these words came out, not only the crowd but even Wen Meng was stunned.
This move… why hadn’t they heard of it?
“First section, Stretching Exercise. One two three four five six seven eight, two two three four five six seven eight…”
Accompanying her own rhythm, Wen Ying began to march briskly in place, raising her left hand to the side, bending her right arm to the left, turning her head, returning, putting her hands down, continuing to march… a series of broadcast gymnastics movements.
Throwing the Match Style Three—Doing Broadcast Gymnastics!
Didn’t they say she couldn’t use moves that didn’t look like moves? Well, broadcast gymnastics at least looked like a set of moves, right?
But doing it without music felt strange to Wen Ying, as if it lacked a soul.
Anyway, Wen Ying didn’t care about other people’s gazes. She naturally did whatever made her comfortable—so she simply provided the dubbing herself.
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