Competing with the Male Lead for the Female Lead (Transmigration) - Chapter 28
Wen Wuning and Sheng Baihe were roughly equal in cultivation. In terms of swordsmanship, Wen Wuning, this halfway-trained outsider, was superior to Sheng Baihe.
So Lan Feier wasn’t worried.
However, Wen Wuning lacked Sheng Baihe’s ruthlessness in taking lives.
In Wen Wuning’s eyes, Sheng Baihe was indeed hateful, but he had been kind to her, and she didn’t want to kill him.
Sheng Baihe was different. He was furious. “Wen Wuning, I’ve indulged you too much!!!”
The air suddenly vibrated. Lan Feier felt her bl00d surge and her head spin. She held onto the tree trunk and looked up in disbelief. Sheng Baihe had actually advanced!
The spiritual power accumulated during the Qi Refining stage burst forth in one go. With the boost of spiritual power, the ordinary weapon in his hand actually overpowered the green sword. His sword seemed to carry the weight of a thousand jun (ancient unit of weight), while Wen Wuning’s sword suddenly appeared soft and powerless, putting her at a disadvantage, relying solely on her nimble movements to evade.
The gap between different cultivation stages was so obvious.
No matter how much a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage cultivated, they could only be considered a relatively strong martial artist, still belonging to the realm of mortals. But cultivators who entered the Foundation Establishment stage could utilize the spiritual power accumulated during the Qi Refining stage, and only then could they be considered true cultivators.
Sheng Baihe felt the changes in his body. Besides the spiritual power that appeared when he made a move, his strength and speed had also increased, and his five senses had been enhanced.
He hadn’t been able to find any openings before, but now, in his eyes, Wen Wuning was full of weaknesses.
Sheng Baihe, still in a fit of anger, showed no mercy with the sword in his hand.
He forcefully cleaved aside Wen Wuning’s green sword, aiming straight for her heart.
Lan Feier, who was watching the battle from a distance, constricted her pupils.
The cold, sharp sword tip stopped its momentum in mid-air. Sheng Baihe asked harshly, “Will you submit or not?! If you submit to me, I’ll give you anything! I’ll even find a way to bring the dead back to life for you!”
Wen Wuning’s hand holding the green sword was numb from the impact just now. She looked up at Sheng Baihe, who was consumed by rage. Fighting him head-on, she had no chance of winning. But agreeing to Sheng Baihe?
“Absolutely impossible.”
Sheng Baihe’s face twisted, his bl00d rushing to his head.
He remembered the goddess of his university days, who had played him, the then-naive him, in the palm of her hand, ordering him around and mocking him like a dog.
He remembered the contempt and ridicule on her face when they finally fell out. Sheng Baihe raised his head and roared in sorrow and anger.
Sheng Baihe suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Wuning’s snow-white neck, his face ferocious. “Women are all the same! You won’t submit, will you? I don’t mind rape!”
Wasn’t it about looks! He had them now! He would have power and influence in the future!
Isn’t this what you women want?!
Sheng Baihe’s wrist was like iron, unmoving, holding Wen Wuning’s neck and pressing her firmly onto the grass.
Wen Wuning’s face changed drastically.
“Do you think this green sword alone can do anything to me?!” Sheng Baihe raised his hand and slapped away the green sword that was trying to sneak attack him.
“You women are just cheap!”
Wen Wuning’s dark eyes held a stubborn hatred.
This bit of hatred made Sheng Baihe regain a sliver of clarity, and his wrist loosened slightly. A struggle flashed in his eyes. “If I could, I really wouldn’t want to hurt you…”
Wen Wuning was different. He had read the book, he knew. He also knew from their half-year of interaction.
Wen Wuning wasn’t like those women from his original world who had beautiful and innocent appearances but were actually vicious, snobbish, and had dirty, ugly natures.
He still remembered that woman’s exquisite makeup and ugly face.
Sheng Baihe’s gaze fell on Wen Wuning’s face.
Wen Wuning was real. Her beauty was real, truly beautiful and truly pure.
“Why can’t you obey me? What else do you want me to do?”
Remembering Lin Niaoniao disguised as her that night, gentle and shy like water, Sheng Baihe passionately leaned down to kiss the person he had longed for for so long.
Lan Feier hadn’t expected her to face this situation again.
Actually, when she decided to join Wen Wuning and Sheng Baihe on this trip, she had guessed that she might face this kind of situation.
She just hadn’t expected it to come so quickly, so suddenly.
Why?
Why did Sheng Baihe advance at this critical moment?
Even the heavens were helping Sheng Baihe.
Even the heavens were helping him.
Lan Feier gripped the rough bark of a tree, raised her head, and looked at the figure submerged in the grass.
A huge sense of frustration made Lan Feier’s face pale. She said woodenly, “Even the heavens are helping him.”
No one could save Wen Wuning.
She might as well go with fate.
Lan Feier turned her head and strode away.
She was powerless to do anything about what was about to happen behind her.
She couldn’t fight against fate, and neither could Wen Wuning.