The Ice-Cold Beauty Senior Sister Keeps Falling for Her Own Theories - Chapter 12

“I can sign a life-and-death contract with this bitch!”

“To eradicate the remnants of the sect, I will stop at nothing. Besides, isn’t this bitch just refusing to accept the sect’s judgment? A life-and-death contract is the perfect solution.”

Ye Hu looked disdainfully at Gongsun Muhan, raised his chin, and continued loudly, “This way, no one can accuse the Wanyin Sect of ingratitude over this matter. Moreover, our Bixia Sect can uphold our dignity and ensure that sect remnants do not escape justice.”

“Little bitch, do you dare to sign it?”

Lu Yishu revealed a satisfied smile, thinking that Ye Hu was indeed not foolish. He hadn’t made a mistake in choosing him as a pawn. He nodded slightly at Ye Hu, signaling his approval.

Xuanyuan Lianyue, however, frowned. The life-and-death contract was indeed applicable, as Ye Hu had said. Though Ye Hu’s spiritual power was low, only at the Orange Tier, Gongsun Muhan had no spiritual power at all. Fighting Ye Hu would surely mean her defeat.

She looked at Gongsun Muhan and sighed. “Fellow cultivator, perhaps you should endure this a little longer. Signing this contract will cost you your life.”

“It’s fine.”

After replying, Gongsun Muhan stepped forward. She didn’t have to sign the life-and-death contract, but refusing would mean admitting guilt.

She could endure for a while, but not forever.

She had once held illusions about the sect leader, enduring for so long in the Bixia Sect, only to be met with escalating humiliation and slander. A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit, endurance was never the way to deal with villains. Repaying evil with evil and fighting fire with fire was the only truth.

Moreover, she had already decided to leave the Bixia Sect. If she could use this life-and-death contract to break free from the sect, it might not be such a bad thing.

“I’ve always heard that the Bixia Sect is renowned in the cultivation world for its fairness. But now, he has a sword, and I am empty-handed. Isn’t that rather unfair?”

“I thought you were going to say something important. Even without a sword, I can uphold the sect’s righteousness and kill you.” Ye Hu moved to toss his sword aside.

“No need.”

“You keep your sword. I want that willow vine over there and the green vine from this shrub as my weapons.”

“Ahahaha, you’re killing me! You won’t even take an advantage when it’s offered. Truly, the more foolish, the more despicable.”

“Fine, I have no objections.”

Amid his wild laughter, Ye Hu infused his sword with spiritual power, threw it out to cut the vines Gongsun Muhan had mentioned, and spun them back together. Instead of handing them directly to her, he tossed the vines into a nearby mud pit, walked over, and stomped on them dozens of times.

“Hahaha, you bitch, aren’t you going to thank me? I was kind enough to test these vines for you, to see if they’re tough enough…”

Many onlookers couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. Xuanyuan Lianyue looked at Gongsun Muhan and sighed once more.

Now was not the time to clash with the Bixia Sect… Ah…

If it were exposed that she knew forbidden techniques, the consequences would be a hundred, a thousand times worse than being labeled a sect remnant.

Gongsun Muhan watched as he trampled the white willow vine and the green vine root until their surfaces were utterly ruined, the two vines mixing with the dark brown mud.

The corners of her lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile. He had stomped on them perfectly, how could this not be considered saving her effort?

The white willow vine and green vine were common plants found in miasma-filled forests where demonic energy gathered. But few knew that mixing their sap made an excellent attractant for demonic bees, something they found irresistible.

She had originally intended to strip the two and twist them together into a single strand. Now that he had crushed and mashed them, their juices would only mix more thoroughly. Combined with the mud that had long been saturated with demonic energy, the fusion of the three would only become more irresistible to the demonic bees.

Seeing that the others had already cleared the central area, Gongsun Muhan slowly walked over, picked up the two green vines, each about half a zhang long, and tightly twisted them into a braided whip resembling a twisted hemp rope.

“Hmph!”

Finding nothing else to amuse himself with, Ye Hu turned away and began joking with the disciples of Bixia Sect, exuding an air of absolute confidence.

Gongsun Muhan let out a soft laugh. At some point, she had unwrapped the bandages from her left hand again, and her fingers slowly traced along the length of the whip. Beneath her palm, a trail of dark red blood crept like a lean, agile centipede winding its way forward…

The air grew heavy and stagnant as Gongsun Muhan advanced step by step. In the distance, a green leaf drifted to the ground, its descent harmonizing with the rhythm of her footsteps.

The ink-black depths of her eyes coalesced, overwhelming the icy blue hue, swirling like a vortex at the bottom of the deep sea.

The moment Ye Hu met her gaze, he was pulled into its abyss.

He had seen this look before, two years ago, at the inter-sect tournament. Back then, he was merely an outer disciple without even the right to spectate. He remembered clearly: it was those same dark blue eyes that, with their arrogant, contemptuous, and icy glare, had instantly seen through the weaknesses of all the prodigies, both inner and outer disciples of Bixia Sect… She had challenged 237 disciples of Bixia Sect one after another, defeating each with a single move, ultimately claiming the position of head senior disciple.

Suddenly, a wisp of white smoke, named fear, rose in his heart, the same color he had seen in the eyes of those cowards who had fallen before him back then, shrinking behind him in shame…

“Ye Hu! What are you standing there for?”

Lu Yishu, standing nearby, grew furious at the sight of Ye Hu frozen as if entranced, his face darkening as he roared.

Seeing Gongsun Muhan tilt her head in provocation, a mocking smirk lifting the corner of her lips, Ye Hu shuddered and quickly suppressed the shameful thought. She was nothing but a waste now, someone anyone could trample upon. How could he possibly fear her…

He had merely been momentarily dazed. Gongsun Muhan must be trying to intimidate him…

“Heh!” Gongsun Muhan raised an eyebrow at him. “Let’s begin.”

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Ye Hu’s eyes. Gongsun Muhan was surely doomed.

Little did he know that as he lunged forward with his sword, Gongsun Muhan shared the same thought, he, too, was doomed.

Though arrogant, Ye Hu knew that Gongsun Muhan had once been a Blue Rank Nine cultivator, only a step away from the highest cultivation level, the Purple Rank. So, with this strike, he channeled all the spiritual energy from his dantian and fully unleashed the pressure from his consciousness sea, enough to pin Gongsun Muhan in place and turn her into a living target.

No doubt, after this single sword strike, the tale of him defeating the former genius in one move would spread throughout Bixia Sect…

“Ha!”

Ye Hu shot through the air, sword in hand.

Just as Gongsun Muhan prepared to dodge to the side, she found her feet weighed down as if by a thousand jun, completely immobilized.

The disciples of Wanyin Sect noticed this as well, all breaking into a cold sweat for her.

Xuanyuan Lianyue’s heart leaped into her throat, fearing that she might resort to a blood sacrifice to break free.

Facing Ye Hu’s triumphant grin, Gongsun Muhan bent backward at a 180-degree angle, twisted to the right, and with a carp’s leap, flipped upright again.

Seeing his first strike miss, Ye Hu, flushed with anger and humiliation, spun around, twirled his sword into a floral arc, and lunged again.

Gongsun Muhan sidestepped nimbly. As he swept his blade horizontally toward her, her upper body swayed like a fish riding the waves, she leaped forward, dove low, then twisted into a side-flip, tracing an arc identical to the crest of a wave. In an instant, she materialized behind Ye Hu.

His spiritual power is unstable, his mind unsettled.

Now!

Her right hand flicked, and in the blink of an eye, her long whip coiled around Ye Hu like a spirit serpent, binding him tightly.

Thud!

Gongsun Muhan yanked him violently into the air before slamming him down as if hurling a stone.

Ye Hu crashed hard, his vision swimming and organs rattled. The suppression over his consciousness sea shattered instantly.

Before he could even process it, the world spun around him, leaving him unable to form a coherent sentence.

“You! Ugh! Ah-”

“Gongsun Muhan!” Seeing this, Lu Yishu moved to intervene, a pale cyan sphere of spiritual energy coalescing in his palm.

“Senior Brother Lu,” Xuanyuan Lianyue interjected calmly, her gaze fixed on him. “Once a life-and-death contract is signed, no outsider may interfere. What is the meaning of this? Do you wish to stain Bixia Sect’s name with injustice?”

Hearing this, Lu Yishu had no choice but to withdraw his energy, clenching his fists silently as he watched the unresolved duel.

Gongsun Muhan dragged Ye Hu in circles across the ground. The vine whip tightened relentlessly, digging into his flesh, scraping up coarse gravel that tore his skin, painting a crimson ring that soon darkened to a grim black. Only then did she halt her motion.

With a sudden tug, she hauled him to her feet. Thump! A fierce kick sent him soaring like a football. Simultaneously, Gongsun Muhan leaped several meters into the air, her whip shooting forth like an arrow loosed from its bow, aimed straight at Ye Hu’s face.

Crack, Crack!

“This mouth of yours, full of lies and filth, deserves to be beaten!”

Smack… smack, smack, smack…

“The pig slop mixed with mud and worms, the slops dumped over my head without warning, being dragged bound by ropes to scrub the floors, the drowning games in encircled water…”

“Each and every one of these deeds, even whipping you to death would not quell the hatred in my heart!”

Ye Hu’s screams were incessant; not a patch of his skin remained unmarred.

It was as if Gongsun Muhan had suddenly found an outlet for her pent-up rage. For over a year, ever since she was framed by Feng Jie, her consciousness sea shattered, her cultivation nearly obliterated, she had endured endless humiliation at Bixia Sect, much of it inflicted by this vicious, barking dog.

A blaze of hatred burned fiercely in Gongsun Muhan’s eyes, so bright it was piercing. When Lu Yishu met her fleeting gaze, he shuddered involuntarily, a flicker of guilt surfacing within him.

The moment her eyes shifted away, the reflected glint of a sword shone cold and sharp, clearly revealing the resentment and malice in Lu Yishu’s eyes, he wanted Gongsun Muhan dead!

Clang!

A cyan light flashed. Before anyone could register the sound of the sword being drawn, the blade, sheathed in spiritual energy, was already at Gongsun Muhan’s chest. They had no time to intervene.

“Watch out!”

“Fellow cultivator!”

“Gongsun Muhan!”

From meters away, Chang Yuru’s frantic, strained cry pierced the air. She had been too late before, forced to watch helplessly as her senior sister fell from the cliff, her fate unknown. Now, she was late again, was she doomed to witness her death once more?

But…

“Thud!”

The sword pierced through flesh. Gongsun Muhan let out a muffled groan and dropped to the ground, supporting herself on one knee. Her head hung low, dark hair cascading around her, obscuring her face from view.

She had managed to block the strike with her vine whip moments earlier, causing the blade to narrowly miss her heart. She would survive.

Head still bowed, her lips moved silently, forming an incantation.

Beneath the veil of her dark hair, the blood dripping from the edges of her wound began to twist and turn, weaving itself into a dense crimson web that crept steadily toward her heart,

Xuanyuan Lianyue and the others, along with Chang Yuru, tried to rush forward to check on her, but a sudden surge of immense force threw them back.

“Ah!”

Gongsun Muhan abruptly lifted her head, veins bulging in her neck. With a sharp shing, she gripped the hilt of the sword and yanked it from her chest.

She held the blade, silent and unmoving. Her left hand, seemingly numb to pain, slid across the sharp edge, coating the steel in a vivid crimson.

“Will this one sword be enough to finish them all?”

She murmured, as if speaking to herself or questioning an unseen presence. No one understood her meaning.

Suddenly, she raised her gaze, her eyes sweeping lightly over every member of the Bixia Sect. How wonderful it would be to slay them all with a single stroke.

But there wasn’t enough blood, her blood wasn’t enough…

Gongsun Muhan moved just as Lu Yishu gathered spiritual energy in both hands.

But to everyone’s surprise, she merely used the tip of her sword to flick the vine whip into the air. With a series of swift, dazzling maneuvers, she sliced the whip into hundreds of fragments, suspending them mid-air.

Confusion rippled through the crowd. Many inwardly sneered, thinking she had finally shown her weakness, destroying her own weapon out of fear.

“Ahahaha!” Lu Yishu burst into laughter, dispersing the energy in his hands as he joked with a fellow disciple beside him. “See? Trash should know their place.”

The disciple chimed in mockingly before stepping forward to taunt Gongsun Muhan, “And here I thought you were so noble! Since you’ve survived, why not beg me and Senior Brother? Maybe we’ll put in a good word for you when we return!”

“Hmm.”

“Urgh!”

The moment he formed the sound, his voice twisted into a choked, guttural rasp, the sound of unbearable pain trapped in his throat.

“You!”

In an instant, Gongsun Muhan drove every broken fragment of the vine deep into his body. Not a single one of his hundreds of bones was spared, each was pierced and embedded with the shattered vine.

Lu Yishu was pinned into a spread-eagle position, rigid and unmoving as he collapsed to the ground.

Gongsun Muhan stared down at his blood-soaked, perforated body, her disheveled hair framing her face. The heavy, metallic scent of blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. She inhaled deeply, almost greedily, and after a long breath, a flicker of exhilaration still burned in her eyes.

Next time… she would slaughter every last one of them…

[Malice value increased by 3 points. Current total: 90 points.]