Who Are You?
Sang Ying was slightly dazed by the inexplicable familiarity she felt with Hong Miao.
Her unusual behavior was interpreted by others as resentment and dissatisfaction towards her love rival.
It just so happens that the young lady of the Red Dragon Clan is somewhat familiar with Sang Ying, and also harbors a strange aversion to her. This aversion prompts her not to pretend not to see her and brush past her, but instead to take small steps and actively approach her:
"Is this Qinglong, my little sister? This is the first time we've met. I suppose you know who I am?"
"I don't know you. Who are you?" Sang Ying was in a hurry to go shopping with her mother and just wanted to get rid of the person as soon as possible.
Hong Miao's smile froze. She felt like she had been rebuffed like this many times before, but she used to live a very comfortable life, and no one would dare to speak to her like that.
With a quick change of heart, Hong Miao suppressed her smile and looked at Sang Ying with pity and sympathy, "I'm so sorry, little sister, Jingshan and I couldn't help ourselves, so I'm destined to be sorry to you. But if you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can still come to us for help."
"I am not your sister." Sang Ying replied in a calm tone, showing no sign of anger, but everyone watched as the young lady drew her sword while replying with an ordinary expression.
The longsword, gleaming coldly, was pressed against Hong Miao's nose. "Are you blocking our way like this to fight me?"
Sang Ying's sudden action startled Hong Miao, because her previous aura made it seem as if she was about to draw her sword and cut her down.
Hong Miao involuntarily shrank back. "Of course not, why would you think that? Why would I fight with you for no reason?"
Hearing this, Sang Ying sheathed her sword. "In that case, please make way for me."
Hong Miao really didn't want to give way in such a humiliating way, but she had always loved playing and dressing up, and felt that she was of noble status and didn't need to care about cultivation, so her strength was quite average.
Sang Ying looked incredibly formidable, and she really didn't dare to confront her head-on.
After Hong Miao made way for them, Sang Ying helped Madam Lanxin prepare to leave.
But after taking only two steps, Madam Lanxin suddenly turned back to Hong Miao: "Young lady, I only have one daughter, Qinglong. I hope you won't come up to us and claim kinship so easily in the future. If you need money, just say so, and we will give you some. But there's no need to call my daughter 'sister.'"
"Also, you need to keep a close eye on your fiancé. If he can break off an engagement once, there's no guarantee he won't do it again. How can such a faithless, immoral, and incompetent man be worthy of being my daughter's husband? Forget about him marrying her, I'd have to think twice even if he were to marry into the family!"
After coldly uttering these words, Madam Lanxin ignored Hong Miao's extremely unpleasant expression and left with Sang Ying.
News of the clash between the two sides at the courtyard gate quickly spread throughout Jialan City, and Xuan Jingshan, who was preparing for the competition in another inn, naturally learned of it soon afterward.
At that time, he was practicing swordsmanship in the martial arts academy of the post station when he heard what the servant relayed. He swung his sword down, and a long crack was split in the solid floor of the academy.
Upon seeing this, the servant standing nearby immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
"Did Madam Lanxin really say that?" Xuan Jingshan tossed aside the broken sword, slowly wiping his hands as he asked.
The servant, of course, dared not lie, and could only answer tremblingly, "That's what she said, and now the news has spread throughout Jialan City."
He glanced at Xuan Jingshan's expression and quickly added, "But everyone treats this as a joke, thinking that Madam Lanxin is a madwoman, and that her daughter is clearly unworthy of you."
"A joke?" Xuan Jingshan tilted his head slightly. "If she's a joke, then I'm the joke in the joke's mouth!"
With a slight exertion of force, the handkerchief instantly turned into powder.
He had originally intended to give the White Dragon Tribe some face in this competition, preventing them from being completely eliminated. But since they were being so ungrateful, he wouldn't hold back!
"Pass down the message: this time, I don't want to see a single member of the White Dragon Tribe enter the top 100!" Xuan Jingshan coldly ordered.
The servant quickly agreed and passed the message on.
Those who heard their young master's orders couldn't help but sigh inwardly: This time, the White Dragon Tribe is truly in deep trouble.
The Black Dragon Clan has chosen people who have just retreated from the Gods and Devils Battlefield; each one is exceptionally fierce. The White Dragon Tribe members are definitely not going to have a good time.
What a pity about that young lady from the White Dragon Tribe!
Completely unaware that someone was lamenting the loss of Sang Ying, after accompanying Madam Lanxin to buy everything, they even made a special trip to the martial arts academy at their post station.
The Red Dragon Clan is known for its bad temper. Because they arrived at the post station before the White Dragon Clan, they occupied the Martial Academy and refused to let it be used by the White Dragon Tribe.
Those who came with her this time were all soldiers who had fought alongside Sang Ying. None of them were willing to tell Sang Ying about this, fearing that she would be distracted by her cultivation and wouldn't be able to properly beat Xuan Jingshan.
If Sang Ying hadn't gone out for a stroll with Madam Lanxin and overheard others talking about this, those boys would probably have kept it a secret forever.
Now that we know, there's no rush to punish them. As the young master, Sang Ying is respected and protected by them, so of course she should also protect her own people.
So as soon as she returned, she went straight to the Martial Academy, determined to secure the right to use the academy for her people no matter what.
With this intention to cause trouble, Sang Ying arrived at the Martial Arts Academy without any obstacles.
Before she even reached the door, the commotion inside reached her ears. Sang Ying stepped inside and saw a young man who looked somewhat like Hong Miao, fighting bare-handed against a group of tall men.
The opponent was clearly only one person, yet he was able to knock away the continuously surging people one by one with just his fists without using any Spiritual Power.
One of them even flew down to Sang Ying's feet, smashing the floor tiles and creating deep cracks.
Sang Ying did not go forward to disturb them, but soon, apart from that young man, there was no one else standing in the entire martial arts academy.
"That's it? Tsk, so weak. You think you can compete with other dragons with this kind of strength?" The young man cursed a few times, until the other person couldn't even lift their head, before he was slightly satisfied.
As soon as he turned his head, he met Sang Ying's gaze.
The young man unconsciously frowned. "The young lady of the White Dragon Tribe?"
The young man, Hong Yan, the young master of the Red Dragon Clan, had also heard about his sister's humiliation. Although he felt that his sister was very different from before and her personality was no longer what he liked, she was still his sister, and it was not up to outsiders to judge her.
Therefore, he subconsciously developed a dislike for Sang Ying and the others.
Sang Ying corrected him, "It should be the young master of the White Dragon Tribe."
"There's no difference, so what brings you to the Martial Academy, Miss Bai?" Hong Yan asked.
Sang Ying frowned slightly. "The Martial Academy is for everyone's use, but I heard that you are occupying it and not letting the White Dragon Tribe use it, so I've come to demand an explanation."
"What's there to say? If you're capable, come and take it; if you're not, don't try. Isn't that a simple principle, Miss?" Hong Yan scoffed.
Sang Ying nodded after listening. "So, I'm here to steal it, aren't I?"
A note from the author:
Sigh, the editor won't let me update less... Of course, if I hadn't had something to do, I definitely would have liked to update more!
Thank you all again for your support and love. I will continue to work hard!