When We Get Back, I’ll Teach Him a Lesson!

Wang Yuan wanted nothing more than to kick He Ange away.

But the sword wouldn’t wait. He had no time to argue with He Ange because the Silver Phoenix Sword was bearing down on him at full speed!

He Ange, ever the cunning one, had already ducked behind Wang Yuan.

Left with no choice, Wang Yuan had to summon his own sword and personally intercept An Luo Yi’s Silver Phoenix Sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The clash of two true disciples’ sword spirits unleashed a terrifying wave of energy across the swordsmanship plaza.

At that moment, Wang Yuan stood in front of He Ange, struggling to fend off the Silver Phoenix Sword, while He Ange leaned casually against the wall, watching the spectacle.

Wang Yuan had assumed that An Luo Yi was only using three or four tenths of her strength in her sword technique against He Ange. He thought it would be easy to handle.

But as soon as he faced the Silver Phoenix Sword head-on, he realized just how wrong he was. The sheer force of the attack nearly shattered his arm—it was a level of power that pushed him to his absolute limit.

Before he knew it, Wang Yuan’s face was flushed red from the strain of holding back the sword.

The disciples below couldn’t help but wonder: given Wang Yuan’s earlier humiliation of He Ange, it was clear they were enemies.

So why was Wang Yuan now shielding He Ange from the Silver Phoenix Sword? Why was he buying time for him?

Didn’t Wang Yuan want to deflect the sword and let it continue chasing He Ange?

He did. He absolutely did.

But the problem was that the Silver Phoenix Sword was right in front of him. If he let go, it would pierce straight through his chest!

He couldn’t move.

Unlike He Ange, who had cleverly redirected the sword earlier, Wang Yuan lacked the finesse to deflect it.

And to make matters worse, He Ange had positioned himself directly behind Wang Yuan. No matter how the sword approached, it would have to go through Wang Yuan first.

Wang Yuan had truly become a human shield.

He even began to suspect that An Luo Yi was targeting him on purpose. If a “cripple” like He Ange could deflect the Silver Phoenix Sword, why couldn’t he?

Forget deflecting it—Wang Yuan couldn’t even muster enough strength to hold it off.

The scene remained at a stalemate.

The Silver Phoenix Sword radiated sharp energy in front of Wang Yuan, who was using every ounce of his strength to resist it.

Wang Yuan knew that even the slightest lapse in concentration would result in the sword piercing through him without mercy.

“Senior Brother Wang Yuan, you’re so reliable. Thank goodness you’re here,” He Ange said, clapping sincerely from the safety of the platform’s corner.

To Wang Yuan, the words were nothing short of infuriating. He Ange was standing there, completely unscathed, while Wang Yuan was struggling for his life. If He Ange hadn’t redirected the sword toward him, he wouldn’t be in this mess. This was clearly deliberate revenge!

“Damn it… I can’t hold on…”

Wang Yuan was at his breaking point.

Though he was a true disciple, he was only at the early Core Formation stage. An Luo Yi, on the other hand, was at the late Core Formation stage and a Child of Destiny. Her sword’s power was more than enough to overwhelm him.

If she didn’t call off the Silver Phoenix Sword soon, Wang Yuan would be completely drained and likely skewered.

Panic set in.

“An Luo Yi! What are you doing? Why haven’t you stopped your sword technique yet?” Wang Yuan shouted.

“Senior Brother Wang, why haven’t you stepped aside yet?” An Luo Yi replied coldly from the adjacent platform, her gaze indifferent.

“How am I supposed to step aside like this?!”

“That’s unfortunate. My Silver Phoenix Sword is naturally stubborn—it never turns back. So, I must ask Senior Brother Wang not to block its path. My sword is meant to test the strength of our new inner disciple, He Ange, not you.”

Despite Wang Yuan’s sweat-drenched face and desperate struggle, An Luo Yi remained composed, her expression devoid of sympathy.

Wang Yuan was on the verge of collapse.

“Even if you’re testing He Ange, there’s no need to go so hard on an inner disciple! Haven’t you tested him enough already?”

“What are you saying, Senior Brother Wang? You didn’t seem so satisfied when you were testing He Ange earlier,” An Luo Yi retorted, her tone laced with mockery.

“You—!”

It finally dawned on Wang Yuan that An Luo Yi was taking revenge. She was using this as an opportunity to toy with him.

Seeing the realization dawn on Wang Yuan’s face, An Luo Yi let out a cold chuckle, her lips curving into a faint smile.

“I simply thought the pressure you were giving Junior Brother He Ange was too light. I wanted to help you push him a little harder. But I never expected you to be so kind, Senior Brother Wang, sacrificing yourself to shield him from my sword.”

“You think I want to do this?!”

It was all He Ange’s fault for redirecting the sword toward him!

Wang Yuan glared at He Ange, who was still watching from the sidelines. His hatred for the boy had reached its peak.

“Regretting it now?” An Luo Yi asked casually, glancing at her bracelet in the sunlight as if she couldn’t care less.

Her nonchalant attitude only made Wang Yuan more anxious.

“You’ve said enough! Call off your sword already!”

He was at his limit. He couldn’t hold on any longer.

But An Luo Yi wasn’t one to show mercy.

“I’ve already told you, the Silver Phoenix Sword doesn’t turn back.”

“If this keeps up, I’ll die!”

“Are you regretting helping Junior Brother He Ange earlier?” An Luo Yi asked again, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“You—!”

Wang Yuan’s face turned red with anger.

He knew exactly what she was doing.

An Luo Yi was forcing him to admit his mistake. If he said he regretted it, it would be a public acknowledgment that he didn’t want to help his junior brother and a confession of his earlier mistreatment of He Ange.

It was a double humiliation.

Thud!

As the crowd watched, Wang Yuan suddenly dropped to his knees. The Silver Phoenix Sword hovered inches above his head, its sharp energy pressing down on him. His legs trembled, and sweat poured down his face as he used every ounce of strength to resist.

He was completely spent, unable to even voice an apology.

The sword inched closer, its tip aimed at his heart.

In the nick of time, the Sword Elder stepped forward from the back of the platform.

Clang!

A heavenly sword descended, intercepting the Silver Phoenix Sword and deflecting it into the air. The blade spun gracefully before returning to An Luo Yi’s hand.

“An Luo Yi, you mustn’t act so recklessly. Today’s swordsmanship class is over,” the elder said sternly, stepping between An Luo Yi and the collapsed Wang Yuan. His sharp gaze bore into her.

An Luo Yi sheathed her sword and lowered her head.

“Understood,” she replied quietly.

She made no further moves against Wang Yuan but cast a sidelong glance at He Ange in the corner of the platform.

Noticing her gaze, He Ange looked back at her. But as their eyes met, An Luo Yi crossed her arms and turned away, deliberately ignoring him.

He Ange could tell she was upset.

There was nothing he could do about it.

Sure, he couldn’t beat Wang Yuan. But if he had gone all out from the start, he wouldn’t have been humiliated. However, with Qin Shiyan watching from the pavilion, he couldn’t risk exposing his full strength. She was no ordinary figure—likely someone with ties to the immortal court of Longchao.

If He Ange revealed his true capabilities, she might see through his demonic cultivation in an instant.

That would play right into her hands.

Fortunately, An Luo Yi’s intervention had eased the pressure on him.

The intense trial of the Silver Phoenix Sword allowed He Ange to showcase his swordsmanship while also using An Luo Yi’s blade to humiliate Wang Yuan. It was a win-win.

For He Ange, it was a good outcome. An Luo Yi had helped him vent his frustrations, and his secret remained safe from Qin Shiyan.

But for An Luo Yi, it wasn’t enough.

He Ange had performed well in her eyes, but his earlier humiliation at Wang Yuan’s hands was unacceptable. She knew he hadn’t been giving it his all.

She wanted him to shine, to become the most celebrated inner disciple of the Shengxu Sect. But he had no such aspirations. His goals were completely at odds with hers.

She wanted him to stand out; he wanted to remain inconspicuous.

She couldn’t understand him.

Though she had avenged him against Wang Yuan, she was still angry with him. Her revenge and her frustration were two separate matters.

The former was a matter of principle; the latter was personal.

She was upset, but she didn’t show it. Their issues were private, and she understood the importance of keeping them that way.

She decided:

She’d let him save face during the swordsmanship class. But when they got back, she’d teach him a proper lesson!