Chapter 71: Defeating You Until You Admit Defeat

Gongsun Qian’s face changed dramatically with rage, as if he could hardly wait to tear Yun Feiyue apart. Yet Yun Feiyue hid behind You Tong—what was there to be afraid of?

You Tong was shielding Yun Feiyue, and she knew it; that night, he’d even helped her teach Mo Mei a lesson. In a way, he was on her side.

“Gongsun Qian, since Miss Yun does not accept the challenge, let’s leave it at that,” You Tong’s voice was firm and brooked no argument.

Gongsun Qian didn’t dare truly oppose You Tong; to go against Mo Chi and the Mo family would be nothing short of courting death. Though he was disgruntled, he could only look for another opportunity to deal with Yun Feiyue.

Looking up, he caught sight of Yun Feiyue and Xiao Mumu making faces at him.

Gongsun Qian’s flesh quivered—he was furious!

Just then, white plum blossoms floated down from the sky, and a woman in an elegant pale dress descended gracefully, a faint smile on her lips, appearing as divine as a goddess as she landed atop the Ink Platform.

She stood by Mo Feiyuan’s side.

The sight—handsome man and beautiful woman—was a perfect match.

“I just overheard Gongsun Qian’s words, and I think…” Mo Mei glanced at Mo Feiyuan before continuing, “they make a lot of sense.”

Ha! Yun Feiyue sneered inwardly; she’d long known this woman bore her a grudge. As expected, Mo Mei seized the chance to kick her when she was down.

Yun Feiyue remained impassive, treating these words as nothing more than wind beside her ear.

Mo Mei, seeing Yun Feiyue unmoved, pressed on, “Someone like Miss Yun isn’t suited to compete in our Sky Martial Ranking. The Sky Martial Ranking gathers masters from all realms, each respected in their nation or sect—and all upright individuals. Miss Yun, with your appearance…”

“Auntie, my Feiyue is a beauty whose face shines like flowers and moonlight. She’s the center of attention just standing here. You, with your powdered face looking like a steamed bun, have no right to criticize her looks!” Xiao Mumu protested, baring her teeth and claws.

Mo Mei maintained her gentle smile, gazing at Xiao Mumu with the air of a benevolent saint. “Children speak without filter; I won’t take offense. But Yun Feiyue… to have raised your son to act this way, perhaps you should reflect on yourself.”

At these words, murmurs erupted among the crowd—

“When did Miss Yun have a child?”

“Is that really her child? No wonder she was gone for years—must have run off with a wild man!”

“Tsk tsk, who would’ve guessed? She probably only came back after being dumped!”

“How foolish! She gave up the Sky Martial Ranking for a wild man!”

Each comment was more unpleasant than the last.

Yun Feiyue gently rubbed her forehead. It seemed the overture for the Sky Martial Ranking was truly infuriating. Enough!

“Yes! She’s the woman without morals—bearing a child out of wedlock, disregarding the Sky Martial Ranking. This time, she must be removed from the competition!” Mo Mei’s purpose and wish.

“Remove her!”

“Remove her!”

A chorus broke out, and Yun Feiyue became the target of everyone’s scorn.

Yun Hai, the strongest wit on the Golden Lance Continent, would not let this go. “Heh, I see you so-called masters are no better than this. Some people, with a few coquettish words and gestures, have you so bewitched you forget your own name. Forget being masters—why not become male slaves instead? Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to kiss someone’s smelly feet. Ha ha…”

With that, Yun Hai grabbed Yun Feiyue’s hand. “Moon, we don’t need to join this contest. It’s pointless. Whoever wants to join, let them.”

But Yun Feiyue would not back down; it was clear Mo Mei wished her gone, and if she left, Mo Mei would be so pleased she’d lose sleep.

“Second Brother, why leave now? My show isn’t over yet! I can’t go just because someone wants me to, can I? Wouldn’t that make me a coward?”

Yun Hai nodded, supporting her. “Don’t worry, Moon. With your second brother here, anyone who dares bully you will die!”

“Second Brother, your skills are barely passable. This isn’t up to you or me—it’s up to him…” Yun Feiyue raised her finger, pointing at Mo Feiyuan.

Mo Feiyuan remained expressionless, unsurprised by Yun Feiyue’s gesture. After these days together, he understood her temperament well. Dragging him into the fray, making him uncomfortable—she seemed to enjoy it.

As if he owed her. Yes, he did.

“Our Mo family’s first master, Lord Shen Yin, do you think my situation violates any rule? Am I disturbing public order, or offending anyone?” Yun Feiyue fixed her gaze on Mo Feiyuan.

Mo Feiyuan’s icy face gave only two words: “No.”

Yun Feiyue smiled faintly, shifting her finger to Mo Mei. “So, is it your decision, or Mo Feiyuan’s?”

Mo Mei smiled serenely, as if a halo of sainthood surrounded her. “Of course, it’s up to the lord. I am… the lord’s person; everything depends on his judgment.”

The lord’s person…

That phrase sounded oddly unpleasant.

Yun Feiyue gave a cold laugh and drew her Buddha Butterfly sword. “Since you’re working together, if I don’t show you my true strength you’ll never be convinced. Come, I accept the Gongsun family’s challenge. And if you’re interested, Mo Mei, join in! Today, I’ll make sure you’re utterly convinced!”

At this, the Gongsun family was nearly beside themselves with excitement, as if they already saw Yun Feiyue defeated.

Yun Feiyue’s red robes floated lightly, Buddha Butterfly gripped casually in her hand, eyes fixed ahead. Her movements were unhurried, almost languid.

Xiao Mumu struggled in Luo Yunhuang’s arms. “Master, I have to protect Mother. Mother is always so silly… She must be really angry this time! More angry than ever before!” Only an angry mother would do something so reckless.

Mo Feiyuan’s gaze sharpened, watching the figure in red by the Ink Pool, and the child clamoring to protect his mother. An unprecedented murderous intent began to spread, his eyes sweeping over those laughing and waiting for a show.

He remembered each one.