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Such a meticulous yet vicious battle. Even so, Zhangsun Wuji was still smiling. ”Congratulations, Junior Sister. There I was wondering why you would once again step back into the worldly affairs. It must be because of your mastery over the heavenly arts.”

”Right. After you, I have mastered.” Tai Yan's voice returned to that elegant yet distasteful tone. ”It is forever 'after you'… Zhangsun Wuji, I think that without you, there will be no 'after you'. Am I right?”

With a flick of a finger, the wind started to roar as the petals on the ground swirled with the wind, forming a giant crimson red spear, dashing towards Zhangsun Wuji's chest.

”Then, if there is no 'after' me, I will be the only one. Am I right, Tai Yan?” Zhangsun Wuji said calmly as he flicked his finger. That string of beads suddenly gathered into a heavy, translucent ball, hitting straight onto the spear.

Bang!

It was hard to imagine that the collision of those fragile petals and soup could result in such a tremendous impact; and even harder to imagine that such breathtakingly beautiful battle could ensue — petals dancing around in the air as the spear was shattered by the pearls of water, creating a purple and red horizon of petals.

Meng Fuyao remained seated. Her gaze was fixated on this battle that did away with all movements except of the finger. Mesmerized by that fast-paced, ever-changing battle, she could feel her adrenaline pumping. Ever since she broke through the sixth level ”Cleaving Nine Heavens”, each level could further be subdivided into three sections where she had to get past them. Currently, she had yet to find the method to cultivate the second section of the sixth level, 'Break of Dawn'. But the battle between Zhangsun Wuji and his junior sister Tai Yan had allowed her to gain enlightenment.

With dust all over her, Meng Fuyao excitedly paid attention to Zhangsun Wuji and Tai Yan's every movement, contemplating over every movement that brought about millions of changes to life, searching for the origins and process of these changes. Her finger subconsciously emulated the moves, sponging up the miraculous actions. Engrossed, she failed to notice the anger on Tai Yan's face.

Bam!

Meng Fuyao suddenly felt a burning sensation on her cheek when a force hit here. She staggered backward as Tai Yan laughed coldly. ”You scoundrel actually dare to secretly learn the heavenly arts! Go die!”

Zhangsun Wuji turned back and glared with anger.

Meng Fuyao regained her balance and caressed her cheek. She could feel her face heating up and the appearance of a red welt — her blood immediately boiled.

'Slapped me? How dare you slap me!

'In my two lives, I've never been slapped!

'How dare she hit a lady in her face. This lass must be looking for death!'

Without a word, Meng Fuyao jumped and rushed out.

But someone was faster than her. Zhangsun Wuji, who remained in the same spot throughout, suddenly moved. With a flash, he dashed across the dancing petals to the opposite rooftop. In mid-air, he waved his sleeves and directly attacked the roof.

Tai Yan had sat on the roof, expecting his attack. His attack came, though was unexpectedly directed at the roof she was sitting on. Tai Yan fell from the roof. She quickly did a flip in mid-air and landed on the floor with much elegance. With a snort, she raised her hand to attack, but Zhangsun Wuji was now on the half-destroyed rooftop. Looking down on her, he prepared to attack once more.

Shocked, Tai Yan subconsciously moved backward on to have the wall behind her collapse. She could only move forward, towards Meng Fuyao rushing towards her direction.

Smoothing her sleeves, Meng Fuyao sprinted forward. Seeing that Tai Yan was being forced in her direction, Meng Fuyao eagerly welcomed her with a slap only for Tai Yan to successfully avoid it.

Tai Yan vanished and appeared right behind Meng Fuyao, with a smirk, she said, ”You have no ability to even lay a finger on me.”

Her sentence was barely completed when a purple finger flashed past her eyes and delivered a slap to her. The sound of the slap lingered in the air — a celebratory sound of the stinging pain on Tai Yan's cheek.

The sound had Zhangsun Wuji grinning. ”Me slapping you is equivalent of her slapping you.”

”Zhangsun Wuji, you shameless prick. How dare you join hands with someone to attack!” Tai Yan clutched her face as a sardonic peal of laughter came out of her mouth. ”Do you not have the least bit of shame?”

”Since you have learned to pull off sneak attacks, why can't I surround you?” His icy cold eyes pierced through her. ”Tai Yan, you and I have fought for many years, and you still refuse to let the matter go. This is up to you but let me warn you that if you dare to harm the innocent, I will not mind personally killing a fellow disciple.”

”Zhangsun Wuji, let me tell you as well. As long as you are alive, I will forever continue to fight you.” Tai Yan laughed manically. ”Since I have mastered my heavenly arts, teachers have allowed me to intervene with worldly affairs once more. Henceforth, I will have all the time in the world to go against you. What you do, I will destroy. What you protect, I will harm. I will prove to the teachers who is the real number one!”

Her finger pointed to Meng Fuyao. ”Like this. This slap is merely a prelude. From now on, when I am not in a good mood, and there is time, I will come and slap her.”

Meng Fuyao scowled at her. 'This vicious… midget!

'Urgh… Fine, a decently exquisite midget. '