Chapter 3 — I Am the True Murong

5 We began to observe carefully, comparing each move one by one. Sure enough – every move of hers is exactly the same as my Dot Thuong Eighteen Forms, even the habit of tilting her wrist when swinging the sword is not half the difference. But that night in the back mountain, besides me and the master, was there a third person? Furthermore, the back mountain originally had a hidden formation personally arranged by the master. If someone snuck in, they would definitely be discovered. Could it be... it's all just a coincidence? Me and Mac Dung Nhuoc use the same swordsmanship, perform the same moves, have the same habits? No way! Unless… unless someone has performed some secret technique on me! Could it be... someone used forbidden magic to spy on me? Or... someone cast a spell on my sea of consciousness, stealing everything I created without me even knowing? I took a deep breath and took out the top quality body protection magic weapon that my master had given me. But — it didn't react at all. I carefully checked each layer of spiritual pattern, each stream of spiritual energy, but did not detect anything unusual. Our hearts suddenly fell into a vortex of doubt and fear. Right when I was still absent-minded, the group of female disciples chatting in the hallway discovered me. Mac Dung Nhuoc, her voice as sweet as honey, called me several times in a row: "Senior sister Kieu Linh! Oh, what are you doing hiding behind the pillar?" She smiled innocently, her face was still pure innocence, but her words contained something unknown - like sharp thorns soaked in honey. Several female disciples glanced at each other, their eyes flashing with suspicion and contempt: "Huh! You're not trying to steal something else, are you?" Even my senior brother, who used to be my believer, frowned, as if my behavior just now was really suspicious: "Kieu Linh! Stalking little junior sister in the middle of the night, what does it mean?! Could it be that... you want to harm someone?" Before I could say anything, the group of disciples pulled out their swords and shouted indignantly: "Warning you! Stay away from little junior sister, you scoundrel!" "That's right! Even if you steal something that doesn't belong to you, it will never compare to little sister's talent! Go away!" "Don't get lost? Then let me act on my behalf! An evil woman like you doesn't deserve to live in this world!" Those faces are looking at me with hateful eyes... Each person, each person, gradually overlaps with the group of people who tortured me to death in my previous life. I tried to suppress the anger in my heart, trying to keep my voice calm: "I was just... passing by." As soon as I finished speaking, I turned around and left. But Mac Dung Nhuoc quickly stood in front of me, pretending to accidentally stop me: "Senior sister, don't rush to leave! Once we meet... how about discussing a few sword techniques?" My rational mind screams: stay away from her! But the doubt in my heart does not allow me to step back. I need to know - where did she learn the "Eighteen Points of Pain" from! Therefore, the words came out of my mouth without any hesitation: "Okay. Please guide me, junior sister." The two of us immediately rushed out of the hallway, choosing a spacious open space in the dim moonlight. She skillfully swung her sword, the cold sword energy cutting through the wind rushed straight towards me, a hint of sinister intention flashed in the bottom of her eyes. That move - is the final move in "Han Suong Thirteen Forms". Being used by people It was the sword technique I created to attack right in front of me — that feeling was really hard to swallow. But fortunately, I fought with her in my previous life, and I know very well where Mac Dung Nhuoc's fatal weakness lies. I easily raised my sword to block the attack, but in my heart I understood: I couldn't reuse the moves she already knew, otherwise I would give her an excuse to falsely accuse me of being a sword thief. After a few rounds of fighting, I could only temporarily defend passively, while fighting while observing each stroke of her sword, each swing of her body, to find loopholes. Suddenly a ray of spiritual light flashed in the sea of consciousness - I improvised, using a completely different sword technique. Like in my previous life, I easily knocked away the sword in Mac Dung Nhuoc's hand. Victory or defeat is determined. Mac Dung Nhuoc's face instantly turned pale, as if he didn't expect me to make such a new move, his eyes widened and his mouth opened, clearly showing panic. I didn't pay attention to her expression, walked straight closer, and coldly opened my mouth: "This sword technique is guided by spiritual energy and attacks according to luck. Relying on your spiritual roots... is completely inappropriate." “So I ask you — is this really a family sword technique?” Mac Dung Nhuoc's face flashed with a trace of guilt, hesitating for a long time without saying a word. "This... that is... because..." 6 Before she could defend herself, the senior brother quickly ran over, frowned and glared at me: "Little junior sister just gave you a few moves! Don't get complacent too early! Tomorrow, little junior sister will show you a good face!" A few other disciples quickly chimed in and spoke up: "That's right! Do you think winning once is good?" “It's just luck, little junior sister didn't use her full strength today!” "Be careful tomorrow, you'll be so paralyzed you won't be able to lift your head!" "That's right! Little sister is kind and gentle, but do you really think you can win against her?" "Wait until the immortal sect conference, little junior sister will definitely defeat you and no longer have a strong armor! At that time... get out of the sect as soon as possible!" I just quietly sighed and put my sword back into its sheath. "No need to bother. Tomorrow... I will withdraw from the congress." In fact, after the last match, I clearly felt that Mac Dung Nhuoc's swordsmanship was exactly like mine. Even every time I prepared to counterattack, it was as if she had predicted my next move, immediately raising her sword to block the attack, with perfect precision. If it weren't for me having a stronger foundation and discovering her loopholes at the right time, today's outcome... perhaps I would have been the loser. Seeing Mac Dung Nhuoc's face as pale as paper, a speculation suddenly arose in my heart: Could it be that she had learned some kind of secret technique that could see through my consciousness? I'm not afraid of her, I'm only afraid of the "unknown" hidden behind her. Tomorrow is the immortal sect conference - the biggest event every three years, gathering countless elders and disciples from major sects to attend. {Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac} If during the competition, I instinctively performed a move, and it coincided with Mac Dung Nhuoc's swordsmanship, wouldn't I once again be accused of being an evil heretic demon, stealing secret secrets? But now, the truth is still unclear - if you continue to blindly participate, it is very possible that the tragedy of your previous life will repeat itself. So the only way at This is withdrawal. Even if... I cannot possess the sword of destiny for the rest of my life, I must first preserve the lives of my master and myself. Thinking of that, I immediately turned around and ran towards my master's retreat. The next day, the Immortal Sect Congress opened with great fanfare and lasted for three months. Van Kiem Tong is the number one sword sect, so the number of large and small sects attending is countless. But my master and I quietly rode our swords and, taking advantage of the chaos, left the Van Kiem Sect. Last night, I went to my master and told him all about the recent strange events. Of course, I hid my "reincarnated" identity. Even though Master had some doubts, in the end he still accepted after my endless pleading and left the sect with me at night. In the past, after his master failed to overcome tribulation, the spiritual tower was seriously damaged, leaving him with an illness that was difficult to heal, requiring him to often go to Medicine Vuong Coc and find the Void Immortal for treatment. As soon as I heard about it, my master and I immediately used this as an excuse to leave the mountain. Afraid that Lang Tieu Immortal Venerable would cause trouble, we didn't tell anyone and just quietly left the sect.