Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart

Chapter 342: Duel

"You—"The Great Elder’s beard trembled with anger, nearly flipping the table and storming out.

Seeing the Great Elder’s defeat, Chu Wuqu felt delighted and pressed his advantage: "Old geezer, you’d better hold back, or you’ll end up like a rat running into a burning mountain, utterly disgraced."

"Chu Wuqu—"

The Great Elder was so furious he almost jumped up.

Chu Wuqu laughed heartily, and the others couldn’t help but lower their heads to suppress their smiles.

Only to hear a resounding "clang," the Great Elder drew his long sword.

Chu Wuqu was not to be outdone and drew the White Frost Sword.

"What? Want to fight?" Chu Wuqu snorted coldly, "Then come on, old man, I’m not afraid of you!"

"You’re courting death!"

With a loud shout from the Great Elder, two figures flashed out of the hall’s door, and soon the sounds of clashing swords could be heard.

"Alas—"

Xuan Hua couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh.

The remaining three elders still occasionally fixed their sharp gazes on Shen Qinglan.

Shen Qinglan raised her eyes to meet theirs, smiling faintly, "If any of the elders have questions, feel free to ask; Qinglan will speak openly."

The three elders lightly coughed, exchanged glances, but no one spoke up.

After an unknown amount of time, the Second Elder suddenly spoke, "As the Young Madam of Yongning Manor, everything else doesn’t matter, but skills in zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, and martial arts must not fall behind!"

"Zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting can’t fill the stomach." Xuan Ying murmured.

Upon receiving a death stare from the Second Elder, Xuan Ying’s breath hitched, hurriedly shutting his mouth and hiding behind Xuan Hua.

The Second Elder withdrew his gaze, focusing on Shen Qinglan again, "You may not know zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but since our Yongning Manor is a Jianghu sect, martial arts must be possessed!"

"So?" Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow, "Is the Second Elder wanting to spar with me?"

"Ridiculous!" The Second Elder chuckled disdainfully, "I’m over sixty years old, I would not bully a young girl in her teens."

"Clang—"

Shen Qinglan drew her Jingyu Sword, confidently curling her lips at the Second Elder, "That might not be the case!"

"Oh?" The Second Elder’s eyes narrowed, "Do you really want to spar with me?"

"This isn’t sparring," Shen Qinglan replied casually, "This is seeking guidance!"

"Alright!"

This confidence and calm, this spirit of facing challenges, made the Second Elder admire her.

"Then let’s go!"

Shen Qinglan stood up, quickly moving out of the hall, with the Second Elder following suit.

At this, everyone couldn’t sit still and hurriedly got up to leave the hall.

"Hahaha—"

Only to hear Chu Wuqu’s excited laughter coming from the courtyard.

"Hold on, young girl, I have high expectations for you!"

He could be seen moving along the eaves, occasionally exchanging blows with the Great Elder.

Meanwhile, Shen Qinglan had already started fighting with the Second Elder.

"Isn’t that the Wuqu Swordsmanship created by Elder Chu himself?" Xuan Hua looked at Duan Yunfei, "Did the Young Master teach it?"

"How could he have taught it?" Le Zhao shook his folding fan with a smile, "That’s what Miss Shen taught herself."

"Although Miss Shen’s swordsmanship is not yet fully formed, every move is sharp and imposing," Xuan Ming curled his lips into a smile, "The Second Elder is using only thirty percent of his skills, he’s really underestimating her!"

Duan Yunfei curled his lips, a proud expression all over his face.

Over there, Chu Wuqu and the Great Elder were still fighting fiercely on the rooftop, while here, the Second Elder had gone from being at ease to having a drastically changed expression, having to exert his full effort.

Le Zhao laughed, "Miss Shen may not know Qinggong, but she thrives on her agility, which makes it hard for the Second Elder to catch her."