I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 5

Compared to this matter, the next two days passed by with little of note.

The preliminary selection for the Daoist conference had finally concluded. During these two days, Shang Can thoroughly familiarized herself with the layout of the Elegant Residence and generally grasped the patterns of the night patrols—indeed, they did not patrol the kitchen. After discussing with Wan Shao, she decided to explore the outskirts of Yanyang tonight.

As the competition resumed, Shang Can quickly won another match effortlessly. When she descended from the platform, Wan Shao, who had somehow procured a handful of sunflower seeds, had just cracked a few.

"... You might as well let up a bit?"

Reluctantly, Wan Shao divided the seeds with her, cracking them while advising her.

Although there were still many contestants and the competition felt akin to an open selection, Shang Can's decisive victories drew considerable attention.

"I did let up," someone behind them whispered about how Shang Can had dispatched her opponent with an elusive move. Shang Can pretended not to hear, secretly crumbling the sunflower seed shells into her palm and burning them without lifting her eyelids, saying, "I didn't even draw my sword."

"Then you might as well be throwing the match."

It was as if she had written "I'm letting up" across her face for the world to see. Wan Shao felt deeply concerned, giving her a feigned glare, which quickly turned into a grin as she patted her shoulder.

"Beautiful win!" After saying this loudly, she quickly lowered her voice, grinding her teeth in anger, "These disciples of the immortal sect should be taught a lesson for their empty bragging!"

Upon hearing this, it was clear that Wan Shao was still harboring resentment over the male cultivator's earlier comments. In contrast, Shang Can appeared much calmer. After finishing the sunflower seeds, she clapped her hands and magically produced a box of sesame candy, chewing thoughtfully while only half-listening to Wan Shao's chatter.

"But you can't keep playing like this in the later rounds. You have to at least pretend to exchange ten moves or something. Look, in all these bouts, no one has settled a match with a single move like you just did—"

"Ah!"

While she was speaking, a sudden gasp erupted from the platform as a sword flew from someone's hand, spinning in the air before crashing down with a clang.

"Thank you for the lesson."

The calm voice drew Wan Shao's attention, and she looked up to see a figure descending from the platform, radiating an otherworldly grace. Meanwhile, the defeated opponent remained dazed on the platform, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"Look."

Shang Can's voice came from beside her. Noticing Wan Shao's gaze, she gestured towards the platform with her chin, her expression noticeably more cheerful than before.

"Isn't that also a win with a single move?"

"..."

Wan Shao was left speechless, sinking into deep thought with a frustrated expression.

... What's the deal with this? Is everyone from Qingyu like this?

If Wan Shao had felt somewhat good while watching the matches these past couple of days—after all, as a contestant who hadn't qualified, she would soon be asked to leave Tainwaitian, yet thanks to that fake Shang Can's commotion, she could still enjoy free meals and accommodation while watching the competition—she thought it wasn't such a bad deal.