Chapter 435: Sparring Between Martial Sisters

“Haoran, which girl are you cozying up with now?”

“Is it Xixue, or Anning?”

“It can’t be…”

Sitting across from them, Zhao Nishang exaggeratedly expressed—

“Ah! It’s actually my senior sister, your martial aunt, our Piao Miao Holy Land’s master, Shangguan Yunlan!”

“……”

You’re a legendary realm expert; how could you not know it’s me!

As soon as Zhao Nishang spoke, Shangguan Yunlan was “startled,” scooting away from her martial nephew.

Now, hearing her junior sister’s teasing.

Imagining “Chapter Sixteen: Their First Kiss” from “The Close Martial Aunt,” she felt ashamed of her “forbidden desire” and blushed as she “explained” herself:

“N-no hugging!”

“I was just guiding Haoran in his cultivation!”

“Afraid he couldn’t hear, so I got a bit closer!”

“That’s all! Junior sister, don’t say nonsense!”

“Oh? Really? That’s such a pity!” Zhao Nishang continued with a mischievous smile.

“Did I interrupt your ‘one-on-one private lesson’? Should I leave?”

“……No need!” Shangguan Yunlan replied.

You shouldn’t have come!

Now, the romantic atmosphere is ruined, and even if you leave, it can’t be fixed!

Thinking that her martial nephew might have said something… pleasing, but was interrupted by her junior sister!

Shangguan Yunlan glared at Zhao Nishang in annoyance—

Hmph, you said you’d support us, is this how you support?!

Shangguan Yunlan thought.

But neither she nor Wang Haoran knew.

Zhao Nishang was playing a bigger game—

“Ah, speaking of which, Haoran.”

“Your martial aunt has been teaching you for so many days.”

“So, during this time—”

“Who’s better, your master or your martial aunt?”

Zhao Nishang leaned on the chair, getting close to Wang Haoran, insisting he make a choice:

“Now, do you want me to teach you, or do you want your martial aunt to continue?”

Hearing this, Shangguan Yunlan also leaned in.

A bit expectant.

Though the question didn’t mean much, if…

“Martial Aunt is better!”—If she heard that, she’d be very happy.

“……” With two “elders” watching him from both sides, Wang Haoran felt like a child being asked, “Who do you like more, mom or dad?”

So, his answer could only be—I want both!

“Master and Martial Aunt, you’re both great…”

“I want you both to—”

“Guide me!”

However, Zhao Nishang wasn’t pleased with this answer—

“Hey, you don’t think Auntie is better!”

“Auntie is so sad!”

She glanced at Shangguan Yunlan, who smiled hearing her martial nephew wanted her to continue teaching—

“Haoran, don’t say things just to make your martial aunt happy!”

“……No, I didn’t!” If not saying things to please, Martial Aunt is definitely better!

Auntie, you can’t teach!

And Zhao Nishang—

“Really? I don’t believe it!”

She finally revealed her true intention—

“With two legendary experts teaching you, other disciples in the Holy Land might have opinions.”

“So, we can only keep one.”

“Since you can’t choose, let your martial aunt and me decide!”

Saying this, Zhao Nishang provocatively looked at Shangguan Yunlan:

“Senior sister, we haven’t sparred in a while.”

“Why not have a match now to decide who continues teaching Haoran?”

“……” Though knowing she wasn’t a match for her junior sister.

Hearing the last sentence and recalling her junior sister’s previous attempts to match her with her “good nephew.”

She suddenly thought—”Could it be that my junior sister is giving me a chance to stay by Haoran’s side?”

“And slowly deepen our relationship…”

The more she thought, the more excited she became, and she stood up immediately:

“Alright!”

“Junior sister, let’s do it!”

—However, Shangguan Yunlan only guessed half right.

She didn’t expect that during the sparring.

Her junior sister would be swift and ruthless, showing no mercy.

Even with her full effort, she struggled to keep up.

Her realm was lower, and her combat talent was lacking.

Soon, overwhelmed and not expecting her junior sister to be so heavy-handed, Shangguan Yunlan was caught off guard by Zhao Nishang.

A heavy palm strike landed on her abdomen.

“Bang—!” She fell to the ground, blood seeping from her mouth.

Wang Haoran hurriedly ran over to help the somewhat disheveled Shangguan Yunlan—

“Martial Aunt, are you okay?”

“Cough cough, I’m fine.”

Even now, taking the opportunity to lean on her martial nephew, Shangguan Yunlan’s breath was weak.

Then, she looked angrily at Zhao Nishang—

“Junior sister…!” You hit too hard!

She was seriously injured, and her dantian’s true energy was in chaos!

“Haha, sorry, senior sister.”

An apology without a hint of sincerity—

After all, senior sister… you’ll thank me later!

“Recently, I felt my strength improving, so I got a bit excited…”

With a bit of humblebragging, Zhao Nishang took out a pretty medicine bottle from her bosom—

“Haoran, come, help your martial aunt to my room.”

“I need to heal her!”