sinovels Chapter 23: The Shura Field
Chapter 23: The Shura Field
When Xue Bufeng saw Ding Baiyun, he deliberately let out a long sigh, but a smile had already appeared on his face:
"Sigh, I always said the most fun thing in this world is that the world is always playing tricks on me."
"Why is it that when I compliment a woman's beauty, no one hears me, but when I gossip about someone, everyone hears me?"
"Perhaps it's because God sometimes has mercy." Ding Baiyun first looked at Xue Bufeng, then at Li Xunhuan, and finally her gaze fell on Thousand-Handed Rakshasa, who was holding the golden silk armor with great affection.
Upon closer inspection, it was truly astonishing.
Two women, both possessing remarkable beauty but with completely different temperaments, silently met each other's gazes in mid-air.
Ding Baiyun's beauty is like a snow lotus on a high mountain; it is like an orchid in a secluded valley, pure and aloof, as if looking at her too much would be an offense.
The beauty of the Thousand-Armed Rakshasa is like a poisonous flower in full bloom, gorgeous and luxurious, full of aggressive allure.
A clear hint of displeasure flashed across Ding Baiyun's eyes.
Ding Baiyun had already noticed during the day that the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa and Xue Bufeng had an unusual relationship.
Otherwise, why would Xue Bufeng have made a special trip to the border town to find the Golden Silk Armor for her?
A hint of jealousy she had never felt before made her unable to look away from the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa once their eyes met.
Who is the Thousand-Armed Rakshasa?
Although she restrained herself in front of Xue Buye, she was still the ruthless bandit Thousand-Handed Rakshasa who killed without hesitation, and had never been afraid of anyone.
Sensing the meaning in Ding Baiyun's gaze, she immediately raised her chin defiantly, her alluring eyes slightly narrowed as she glanced sideways, her gaze filled with undisguised provocation and arrogance, as if to say:
What are you looking at?
Do you think I'm someone you can look down on?
An invisible, tense atmosphere, more subtle and sharper than the clash of swords, instantly filled the air.
Li Xunhuan witnessed this scene and murmured to himself:
"If two jealous women set their sights on each other, it's like two needles clashing against a wheat awn, even more deadly than a divine sword against a demonic sword."
"This kind of thing is for you to handle. I've never been good at dealing with the grudges between women."
After he finished speaking, he folded his hands and took two steps back, adopting a posture of watching a good show.
Xue Bufeng also crossed his arms, watching the scene unfold with great interest:
"Brother Li is right. A jealous woman who sets her sights on someone is more terrifying than Bai Tianyu's divine blade."
"While I'm neither afraid of divine blades nor of women who catch my eye, I sometimes enjoy watching women fight, especially fighting for me. Isn't it a skill for a man to seduce many beautiful women into fighting for him?"
Li Xunhuan smiled wryly: "I'm afraid many men wouldn't want this kind of ability. One jealous woman is enough of a headache, let alone two?"
Xue Bufeng sighed again and said:
"But sometimes, even if a man doesn't want to seduce a woman, she will still be seduced by him. Just like a naturally beautiful woman never needs others to praise her beauty; she knows better than anyone else that this is something that no amount of effort can change."
"Unless the woman is disfigured, the man will become a eunuch."
"But I would never become a eunuch..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ding Baiyun's cold gaze finally swept over him, carrying a hint of reproach, and she spat, "Who fought for you?! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth!"
The Thousand-Handed Rakshasa glared at him fiercely, but dared not actually retaliate. Instead, he directed his dissatisfaction and competitive spirit even more intensely at the "iceberg" opposite him.
In fact, they may not necessarily want to make things difficult for each other.
However, after Xue Bufeng said those words, if they didn't continue arguing, it would seem as if they were genuinely jealous of Xue Bufeng from the beginning.
So they always have to argue, no matter what, to make themselves seem less jealous.
After each of them glanced at Xue Bufeng, the "culprit," Ding Baiyun spoke first, her voice like ice beads falling onto a plate:
"I never expected that the Golden Silk Armor, which has recently caused so much chaos in the martial arts world, would be here. However, although the Golden Silk Armor is good, it is also the root of trouble. It may not be a blessing for you to keep it. It would be better for you to hand it over to me than to lose your life for a treasure."
Ding Baiyun is indeed clever.
By immediately bringing up the golden silk armor, one could make their claim seem much more "legitimate."
Thousand-Handed Rakshasa sneered, retorting, "Whether it's a blessing or a curse is none of Miss Ding's concern. But you, Miss, are so pure and innocent; why are you getting involved in this bloody, sordid world of martial arts and men's fighting?"
"Not everything in the martial arts world is sordid."
Ding Baiyun said calmly, "It's still better than some people who use their looks to please others and their cunning to take things away from them."
"Using one's looks to please others?"
The Thousand-Armed Rakshasa's eyebrows stood on end, her beauty dazzling:
"That's my skill! It's better than some people who put on airs and whose thoughts are anyone's guess. They probably can't even speak when they see a man they like, right? They just put on a cold face and secretly follow him around!"
She gave Xue Bufeng a meaningful glance.
A faint blush rose to Ding Baiyun's fair cheeks, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell; her tone grew even colder:
"That's utterly absurd!"
"The person who doesn't know anything might not be me."
The Thousand-Armed Rakshasa took a step closer, his eyes darting around: "Perhaps, that person is simply unaware of what's going on?"
She paused, then laughed as if she'd stumbled upon a huge joke; her laughter was crisp yet laced with sarcasm.
"But it's no wonder. Miss Ding comes from a prestigious family and grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, so it's easy for her to talk like that. We, the drifters of the martial world, have always relied on our own abilities to survive, and we can't compare to Miss Ding."
The two exchanged words back and forth, and although they did not fight, their verbal sparring was more intense than any clash of swords, and it was filled with a suffocating tension.
Li Xunhuan watched with great interest.
Xue Bufeng crossed his arms, a smile playing on his lips, truly appearing to be an outsider watching the spectacle.
Just as the atmosphere of this chaotic scene reached its peak, even Yuanyuan and Bingbing were so frightened that they shrank behind Xue Bufu—
A delicate, melodious laugh, yet subtly imbued with a certain sinister magic, suddenly came from behind a pillar in the main hall of the Divine Blade Hall:
"Oh my, no wonder I smelled so much jealousy when I came over! Turns out, two angelic ladies are bickering over my senior brother!"
As soon as the delicate, laughing voice faded, a figure nimbly emerged from behind a pillar.
The girl who arrived was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She wore a uniquely tailored pale yellow shirt with patterns embroidered in gold thread on the cuffs and hem. A soft whip inlaid with tiny gemstones was tied around her waist, jingling as she moved, sparkling like glass.
She was also extremely beautiful.
But it is a cunning beauty that is completely different from the extravagance of the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa and the aloofness of Ding Baiyun.
Especially her bright almond-shaped eyes, which gleamed with cunning and intelligence, and her naturally upturned lips, with two small dimples that seemed to convey an innocent and naive smile, yet deep within that smile lay a hint of spoiled wickedness and willfulness.
She was like a strange flower blooming in the underworld, beautiful yet dangerous.
As soon as she appeared, she went straight to Xue Bufeng, naturally extending her fair arm to affectionately link it with his, leaning half her weight against him, tilting her head up, and sweetly calling out:
"Senior brother~ Dear senior brother~ Did you come all this way to see me?"