Chapter 27 – Open a Path with a Sock
When disciples of the same sect fought each other, there were fewer restrictions. Both contestants went all out.
Even though it was a male and a female, neither held back.
He jabbed her in the eye, she kicked him in the butt. She slashed at his chest, he sliced at her thigh. The fight was wild and fierce.
Song Zhen watched from below, jaw practically on the floor. So her senior brothers and sisters had been holding back when fighting outsiders! Some of these tricky moves… she couldn’t even replicate them.
The other sects’ disciples gawked, mouths agape.
Being eliminated earlier had been lucky for them.
They’d thought the Mystic Cloud Sword Sect disciples’ underhanded moves had been bad enough—but seeing them used against their own, even worse!
For some reason, their hearts felt a little better.
Song Zhen got so excited she shouted: “Senior Sister! Hit him between the legs!”
This suggestion displeased the senior brother on stage.
“Junior Sister Song, you can’t be so biased! We’re all allies—why are you only giving her strategies?”
The senior sister replied: “I’m closer to Junior Sister Song. Enough talk—this top spot is mine. Take my best shot!”
Accused of favoritism, Song Zhen quietly closed her mouth.
Both on-stage fighters were her own people. Being too biased wouldn’t be appropriate anyway—so she stayed quiet. In the end, whoever won was fine.
The fight had drawn all eyes. The other matches couldn’t compare in excitement.
This was a real eye-opener for the other disciples.
At the Nascent Soul stage, fights were dazzling, flashy, and cool—but spectators had seen plenty of that.
This, however… was rare and captivating.
Elder Rong hid his face in his sleeve, unwilling to watch.
As long as he didn’t see any of this, it was none of his business—after all, they had won!
The elders from other sects scowled. They could call these moves underhanded, but no rules were broken. And now the two were fighting among themselves—there was nothing outsiders could do.
You couldn’t deny that these two senior disciples were truly skilled. Their cultivation levels were already evenly matched, and now their cunning and cleverness were neck and neck as well.
After a while, Song Zhen was getting tired just watching, and these two still hadn’t decided a winner.
She yawned and dug into her bag for some food.
“Sigh, why hasn’t this ended yet? It’s past mealtime already.”
She’d wanted to eat in the dining hall but couldn’t squeeze out through the crowd.
Looking around at the crowded spectators, an idea suddenly struck her.
Before long, Song Zhen somehow pulled out a stinky sock. She hung it on her sword and barreled a path through the crowd.
“Make way, make way! I warned you—if it hits you, it’s on you!”
The surrounding disciples, disgusted, quickly cleared a wide path—suddenly, it wasn’t crowded at all.
Song Zhen raised an eyebrow smugly and said to the senior brothers behind her, “See? I told you I had a way. Come on—let’s charge the dining hall!”
Nearby, a disciple unconsciously tapped his toes. Was my sock really that powerful?
His senior brother bumped his shoulder, expression complicated:
“How many days has it been since you last washed your feet and changed clothes?”
They couldn’t have pushed through earlier, but now, thanks to a sock, the crowd parted easily. The sock’s “power” was undeniable.
The embarrassed disciple protested: “I wash every day! My clothes are clean! I’m very hygienic!”
Junior Sister Song! You’ve ruined my reputation!
Song Zhen was walking at the front when she suddenly sneezed.
As for the sock that had been hanging on her sword, it’s now gone, she had no idea where it had flown off to.
It would probably end up in the hands of some lucky, or unlucky person. Only time would tell who that would be.
Right now, the most important thing is eating. With everyone else still busy elsewhere, the dining hall was empty, and they could finally enjoy a proper meal.
Elder Rong, watching his disciples march off, was baffled.
??? You’re all leaving? Aren’t you going to care about the senior brothers and sisters that were still fighting?
Their flashy antics completely confused the disciples from the other sects. Those who weren’t competing just all left?
Not long after they walked off, the senior brothers and sisters up on the stage finally finished their match. In the end, the senior sister narrowly defeated the senior brother by a tiny margin.
“Ahhh! I won! I’m the top contender! Everyone, I won!”
She cheered toward the audience—but the space where Mystic Cloud Sect disciples had been standing was now empty.
Her smile froze. Where did everyone go?
A kind disciple from the Buddhist sect said: “Amitabha, they’ve all gone to eat.”
The two disciples who had just finished their match widened their eyes, thinking they must have heard wrong. They hadn’t even finished competing yet, and they just walked off to eat? Were they really that unconcerned?
Just as the two were questioning reality, a little monk from the Buddhist sect pulled out a sock and handed it to them.
“This was left by the Devoted Song just now. She used this sock earlier to clear a path, but it accidentally floated onto my head. Could you two kindly return it to its rightful owner?”
You had to admit, the little monk had a really good temper—disciples of the Buddhist sect were famously calm and composed.
The senior brother, who had inexplicably received the sock, thought: …Wait, why am I even taking this thing?
And what did that just mean? She cleared a path using a sock? Was this some kind of new magical artifact?
He sniffed the sock cautiously. Ugh. Sweat, and a hint of foot odor.
Junior Sister Song has foot infection? That means her body is weak… I need to report this to the sect master and make sure her health gets properly tended to.
The senior sister next to him looked utterly disgusted at his actions. You already took it, why are you sniffing it? What kind of perverted habit is this?
Just as she was scolding him with her eyes, the sock was suddenly shoved into her arms.
The culprit, with a self-righteous air, said, “This is Junior Sister Song’s personal item. Holding onto it would be bad for her reputation, better that the Senior Sister return it to her.”
The senior sister, now stuck with the stinky sock, was completely baffled: “???”
Everyone around watched, dumbfounded, as the sock went back and forth between them. It’s just a sock, why are they passing it around like it’s some priceless treasure?
Then the little monk spoke again:
“Oh, I forgot to mention. Although this sock flew over by accident from the Devoted Song, it doesn’t actually belong to her, it’s from a male disciple.”
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