Who Said My Wife Is A Demon! - Chapter 49

Liang Xin couldn’t bear it anymore and gritted her teeth, angrily stomping to the guest room diagonally across.

“Brother Yang! Are you here now?”

Just as she pushed the door open, she was met with the deep and profound gaze of Luo Xian’er, causing her body to involuntarily tense up.

Liang Xin remained silent for a moment before obediently lowering her head. “This, this young lady, sorry for the intrusion.”

“It’s alright.” Luo Xian’er saw through her intentions with just one glance. “If you want to watch the battle with Brother Yang, feel free to take a seat.”

“O-Okay.”

Liang Xin’s face turned slightly red as she nodded repeatedly, cautiously sitting down across the table, feeling a bit embarrassed.

As Luo Xian’er had guessed, she was a bit upset about the consecutive defeats in the arena and wanted to complain to someone.

With no guards around and no one else in sight, the first person that came to her mind was….Yang Shifei.

She stole a glance upwards, gritting her teeth in frustration.

“Why is Brother Liang angry?” Yang Shifei smiled. “Because of the battles in the arena?”

Liang Xin muttered, “Our people have been losing several rounds, isn’t Brother Yang angry?”

“It’s too early to be angry now. There are still more matches to lose.”

“Huh?” Liang Xin was dumbfounded.

Without explaining further, Yang Shifei turned his gaze back to the arena, lost in thought.

After all, he hadn’t been in this world for long and didn’t know much about the Liang Empire itself. The conflict between Yan and Liang was far from something he could relate to.

Even if Liang Empire were to collapse before his eyes, he wouldn’t feel much.

Yang Shifei chuckled inwardly. He didn’t have many unrealistic fantasies about the Jianghu, just a slight sense of regret.

In fact, there wasn’t much difference between the ways of the Jianghu and those of officials and merchants; it was all about people fighting against each other.

…

Half an hour later, the situation in the arena became tense, and the atmosphere inside grew increasingly heavy.

At first, Liang Empire’s side could still maintain their excitement, with many young martial artists eager to learn from the Yan Empire’s tactics, not showing any signs of weakness.

But with each successive defeat, everyone’s faces became increasingly difficult to look at.

These young martial artists from the Yan Empire were truly formidable.

Despite several rotations during the matches, the Liang Empire had lost dozens of people, barely winning a few battles.

If these Yan Empire people were to continue mocking them incessantly, with three sneers in every sentence, the martial artists present could still voice their anger, or even directly turn hostile and attack them.

However, since the start of the battle, the people from Yan Empire had become humble gentlemen one after another, not only holding back their strength but also emphasizing martial ethics. They constantly praised their opponents, making the martial artists present feel embarrassed and ashamed, wishing they could disappear underground.

“It’s a clever move, indeed.”

Yang Shifei calmly said, “In martial and ethical terms, all the factions present have been thoroughly defeated.”

“But, but we still won against a few people.” Liang Xin was completely annoyed. With a mournful expression, she muttered softly, “They only defeated some martial artists from second-rate sects, which doesn’t count. There are still… other experts to come.”

“But the momentum on both sides is completely different now.”

Luo Xian’er whispered, “There are still two young talents from the Yan Empire who haven’t entered the arena yet, still retaining their strength. But on our side, there are very few left to participate. Once they are all defeated, the martial artists of Liang Empire will probably lose face.”

Liang Xin saw this clearly too, but could only remain silent.

“Both sides are probably testing each other in secret.”

Yang Shifei focused his attention, carefully observing several spots in the arena.

The disciples of the Shoujian Sect, the Azure Sun Sect, and the Qingshan Sect, renowned figures in the Liang Empire, were all staring solemnly at the arena, facing unknown strong enemies, evidently hoping to learn a few more moves.

The people from Yan Empire were also watching the battle intently, occasionally making subtle movements, as if deducing their opponents’ moves.

“The real geniuses haven’t made their move yet; they’re afraid of disrupting the situation.”

Yang Shifei pondered, “The wins and losses of those Jianghu people don’t matter much. But if these representatives of the righteous path of Liang Empire are defeated, there will be a lot of trouble.”

…

On the third floor of the palace.

An elderly man in Taoist robes stood by the window, silently observing the battle, his aged face filled with seriousness.

After a long silence, he suddenly said, “Your Highness, you’ve taken a risky step.”

Duke Dingjiang sat alone at the table, tasting his drink. “Once we step out of Liang Empire’s territory, we’ll attract the attention and possibly the opposition of other countries. There might even be more intense battles at the Thousand Blade Forge. If we can’t even defeat these few Yan Empire martial artists, it’s not worth contending for the Saint Weapon.”

“But, now even the disciples of the Shoujian Sect have been defeated.”

“…”

Duke Dingjiang paused, then silently got up and went to the window, seeing a person in the courtyard being knocked back by a sword.

For a moment, everyone in the courtyard couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

The disciple of the Shoujian Sect also returned to the team with a look of embarrassment.

“These young people from the Yan Empire are indeed extraordinary.”

Just at this moment, a slightly charming female voice suddenly sounded.

Wearing a gorgeous white robe, Qiu Buhuan walked over gracefully and calmly said, “They are all disciples from the Iron Cong Mountain in the Yan Empire. Although they are not one of the Nine Sects, they are still among the best in the Yan Empire. Each of their disciples has profound martial skills and has experienced battles since childhood. They should not be underestimated.”

“Saint Envoy, do you think any of our Liang Empire’s martial artists can match them?”

“Why do you need me to say?” Qiu Buhuan glanced at the elderly man in Taoist robes. “As an elder of the Nine Sects, why haven’t you sent out your disciples?”

“This arena battle is ultimately for the qualification to obtain the Saint weapon. We won’t interfere easily.”

“If all the martial artists outside are defeated, what will your Cloud Ascension Sect do then?”

“…The talents of the Liang Empire are abundant, and there will naturally be capable individuals who will step forward.”

Although the elderly Taoist said so, he couldn’t help but sigh slightly. Even though the Liang Empire indeed had some exceptionally talented individuals, they were evidently not present here.

Duke Dingjiang furrowed his brows.

Although he had approved of this arena battle, the current situation had indeed taken an unexpected turn.

The young people from the Yan Empire were much stronger than expected. Especially the young man wielding the black iron giant sword, it seems like he disguised his strength previously.

A genius who had reached the peak of Spirit Perception possessed profound martial skills, such a talent was rare in the current world. No wonder he had the confidence to step onto the forefront of a foreign battlefield.

During their conversation, another young martial artist jumped into the arena and began to fight.

“He won’t win.”

With just a glance, the elderly Taoist shook his head. “Yan Empire came prepared, and it’s true that we have lost this battle.”

Duke Dingjiang sighed helplessly, “Elder Huang, can you let a few of your top disciples take action, at least to avoid too much loss of face for the Liang Empire?”

“They are watching from the other side and have probably been restrained for a long time. If no one wins, they will come forward on their own.”

Hearing this, Duke Dingjiang felt a headache coming on.

After all, this battle was supposed to select a few qualifiers for the Saint Weapon, but now, only disciples of Cloud Ascension Sect, one of the Nine Sects, were left standing. This banquet was probably in vain.

“—Your Highness, why worry.”

Both of them turned around, “What do you mean, Saint Envoy?”

“I believe there are indeed many heroes hidden within the Liang Empire.”

Qiu Buhuan squinted her beautiful eyes slightly, “I am looking forward to when ‘that person’ will appear.”

Both Duke Dingjiang and the elder of the Cloud Ascension Sect felt surprised and suspicious. Which genius could make the Thousand Blade Forge Saint Envoy say so?

…

After a while, the arena fell silent, and one could hear a pin drop.

The disciples of various sects had faces full of humiliation but dared not say a word. The heroes and geniuses gritted their teeth and endured, hesitating to make a move.

Only the Yan Empire martial artists on the stage looked around, seemingly waiting for the next challenger to appear.

With ten victories in ten battles, it seemed to have completely extinguished the courage of the Liang Empire martial artists.

“I can’t stand it anymore.”

Liang Xin suddenly stood up, her face gloomy. “I’m going down to fight.”

Yang Shifei frowned slightly, “You won’t win against this person. And there are other experts who haven’t made a move yet.”

Liang Xin gritted her teeth, her hands trembling, “Who cares if those people make a move or not, I just can’t accept this!”

With that, she immediately ran out of the room, and her figure soon appeared in the courtyard, using movement skills to leap over the crowd.

Seeing Liang Xin trembling as she stepped onto the stage, Yang Shifei secretly calculated the timing of when to intervene.

“Young Master.” Luo Xian’er held his right hand.

Yang Shifei turned his gaze to meet hers, listening to her soft murmur, “You are very curious about the Jianghu, aren’t you?”

“Why bring it up all of a sudden…”

“When you arrived, there was anticipation in your eyes.”

Having his thoughts exposed, Yang Shifei was not embarrassed, just shrugged helplessly, “Unfortunately, it’s a bit regretful.”

Luo Xian’er whispered, “In this life, why care about ‘other people’s Jianghu’ when we are still alive?”

Yang Shifei smiled and said, “I understand.”

Luo Xian’er’s beautiful eyes flickered, feeling relieved in her heart.

“…”

Tan Xiang approached from behind, her face cold, holding a royal palace sword in her hand.

Luo Xian’er gently drew the sword a few inches, the blade shimmering with silver light.

“The disciples of the Nine Sects are about to take action. If it’s to make a name for the Falling Moon Pavilion, now is the best time.” The young lady looked calm, her eyes filled with many expectations, “It’s a great opportunity ahead, do you want to give it a try?”

Yang Shifei felt a warmth in his heart, his gaze scanning the martial artists in the courtyard who were bowing their heads and keeping silent.

Miss Luo was considerate to the utmost, and she could also see through people’s hearts and situations clearly. The atmosphere was so suppressed that even the heroes were already in despair. Not taking action now might invite criticism and might even allow the so-called disciples of the Nine Sects to seize the opportunity.

But… it’s the first time in twenty years he had to opportunity to appear amidst the crowd and turn the tide.

There was a subtle sense of everyone waiting for him to show off.

Luo Xian’er sensed his strange mood and smiled, “I also want to see Young Master’s stylish entrance.”

Yang Shifei’s mind settled, raising his hand to grasp the sword hilt, and smiled slightly:

“Be back in a moment.”

With that, he suddenly drew the sword from its sheath and leaped out of the window.