13. The Ma Family's Empty Compound
With Tian Yu’s keen hearing, she naturally caught every word of the discussion about Guo Songyang.
She was certain that if she agreed to a duel with Guo Songyang, regardless of victory or defeat, her name would be renowned throughout the martial world.
But she did not want to agree.
After watching her blade technique, Guo Songyang interrupted without hesitation, inserting himself to end the Divine Blade Tournament early so he could challenge her.
Though his words were courteous and gentlemanly, his actions were undeniably intrusive.
She disliked that.
“Sorry,” she shook her head. “I have no interest in fighting you.”
Guo Songyang was completely taken aback by her refusal and froze for a moment, instinctively asking, “Why?”
Tian Yu replied calmly, “I don’t know about elsewhere, but here in Guandong, no interest means no interest. No explanation needed.”
Having said this, she unhesitatingly turned her blade’s back behind her, spun around, and resumed dealing with the men brought by the Seven Great Clans.
Those men, who had just seen Guo Songyang challenge her, were feeling relieved.
They had firmly believed that since Guo Songyang, the Iron Sword, had spoken, she would surely accept. And once she did, they could take advantage of the chaos between the two to act covertly.
…But she didn’t even bother to give Guo Songyang face—she simply refused outright.
The resolute and dismissive manner left them dumbfounded and chilled: if she wouldn’t even grant Guo Songyang face, then there was no chance she would change her mind for any of them.
Sure enough, as Tian Yu returned to their side, she looked again at the Kang family stronghold disciple who had earlier accused her of being unreasonable and asked, “Well, have you made your decision?”
“Will you cripple your martial arts yourself, or imitate your young master?”
The man knelt trembling, unable to speak for a long time.
Tian Yu said, “If you truly can’t decide, then I’ll decide for you.”
As her words fell, the Kang disciple suddenly looked up, eyes filled with terror, and pleaded, “Miss Bai! Do you really mean to wipe us out completely?”
“Wipe you out completely?” She almost laughed. “Eleven years ago on the summer solstice night, your seven clans conspired in secret to storm Bai family fortress, seizing the Bai family’s Divine Blade and sword manual—that was wiping out completely.”
“Now, I’m only asking you to cripple your kung fu. What’s so ruthless about that?”
He tried to argue, “But without our skills, we—”
He was cut off as the scornful gazes of those around him fell upon him, instantly silencing him.
In the end, Tian Yu finished for him.
“Without your martial arts, you won’t be able to bully men or oppress women, nor run rampant anymore,” she said. “Is that what you meant to say?”
In truth, everyone knew it was more than that.
Those capable of annihilating a family would never have only one enemy.
In the eleven years since the Bai family’s fall, the Guandong martial world had been completely controlled by the Seven Great Clans, who would seize any excuse to eliminate perceived threats.
Now the tide had turned; the Seven Great Clans were the ones retreating with their tails between their legs. Those who once had grudges but dared not confront them now took revenge as they saw fit.
That was why, even though Tian Yu’s blade was drawn, these people still struggled not to strike.
If possible, they truly did not want to end up in such a situation.
But delay was useless.
Tian Yu would never show mercy here.
Struggling and refusing to act? Then she would do the job herself.
She had no interest in absorbing the meager internal energy from these men; instead, she drew her blade and swung it toward their dantian.
The blade energy surged forth like a thousand-pound boulder crashing down, instantly tearing through their meridians.
In just five strikes, she completely destroyed the kung fu of the entire group.
She sheathed her blade cleanly and decisively.
The martial artists who had come upon invitation were initially terrified by the scene.
But the Seven Great Clans had committed so many sins that before long, someone couldn’t help but shout approval and said, “Miss Bai, your righteousness is admirable!”
Old acquaintances of the Bai family, led by Boss Ma, quickly caught on and began loudly echoing the praise.
The defeated members of the Seven Great Clans, amidst the applause for Tian Yu, fled Bai family fortress like beaten dogs in shame.
Tian Yu kept her promise and did not stop them.
But if others who held grudges seized the opportunity to pursue them, she would not intervene either.
People must always pay for what they have done.
If one believes in bullying the weak, then when one becomes weak, one cannot blame anyone else.
…
After the Divine Blade Tournament ended, she did not linger at the Bai family fortress.
Nor did she return directly to the forge.
She had retrieved the Bai family’s sword manual, divided into seven parts, from the corpses of the seven enemies. After collecting them, she burned the bodies clean in front of everyone.
With the current spotlight on her, going straight back risked disturbing the master’s peace.
Moreover, apart from the master, the forge also sheltered Wu Yazi and Su Xinghe; if their whereabouts were leaked, that would be even worse.
After much thought, she accepted Boss Ma’s invitation to stay a few days at his ranch.
The ranch lay at the foot of Changbai Mountain, about two or three days’ ride from Bai family fortress—a convenient journey.
Tian Yu listened eagerly to Boss Ma’s introduction, but on the second day, Guo Songyang, who had challenged her at the Divine Blade Tournament, came riding after her.
He remained undeterred, insisting on a duel, saying that without facing her once more, he would have restless nights.
Tian Yu: “...”
She truly did not understand the spirit of a martial fanatic who persisted even after rejection, only feeling this man was handsome but utterly deaf to reason.
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