The Passerby Female Supporting Character – Chapter 9
by Little PandaWhy Am I Always the One Getting Hurt
Without giving Mu Tong any time to react, the cold-gleaming sword let out a light ring and swiftly left its sheath, its tip pointing directly at the enemy’s legs.
Because she still wanted to keep him alive, Ye Tingran didn’t strike at vital points, while Zhiyu drew her sword a step slower, striking at Mu Tong from another direction.
The two coordinated well, surrounding Mu Tong in the middle.
Song Linlin, who was lying on the ground, saw them draw their swords and immediately scrambled up using both hands and feet, distancing herself from their fighting range.
The surrounding people all started screaming and fleeing, rushing in crowds toward the medicine shop entrance, pushing against each other in chaos.
Fortunately, there weren’t many people inside, and everyone managed to escape successfully. At the medicine shop’s entrance, many onlookers who enjoyed watching the commotion gathered from afar to observe the battle inside.
In this world, survival of the fittest was the law here, and occasional battles were too common, frequently occurring in these larger towns.
With disciples stationed here from the sects, everyone would more or less give face to the sects and not actively cause trouble.
However, there were certainly some mentally disturbed cultivators who liked to attack people at the slightest provocation, though most cultivators maintained an indifferent attitude toward ordinary people, just as humans wouldn’t care about ants on the ground.
As long as ordinary people didn’t actively cause trouble, cultivators wouldn’t attack randomly, but behavior like Mu Tong’s was completely seeking death in others’ eyes!
Even if he were beheaded in the street, no one would go looking for trouble with the cultivator who killed him.
Song Linlin crawled up from the ground, retreated a few steps, and found a pillar to hide behind.
Although she had a sword [佩ε | pΓ¨i jiΓ n | ceremonial sword worn at the waist] hanging at her waist, this clearly wasn’t a battle she should get involved in. Since Ye Tingran and Zhiyu had already taken action, Song Linlin should certainly be more cautious.
Mu Tong quickly crouched down and immediately darted toward an opening, but his speed was still a bit slow. Ye Tingran’s sword struck his calf, though fortunately, he dodged fast enough that it was merely a graze, and the wound wasn’t serious.
He indeed knew martial arts! He wasn’t an ordinary person!
Earlier, while discussing in the inn room, Ye Tingran had suspected that Mu Tong must be a cultivator. Now, even while being attacked by two people, he could still react quickly.
His strength seemed considerable; at least Song Linlin felt that if she were in that situation, she would have already died and been waiting for reincarnation.
Mu Tong rushed to a redwood [η΄ ζ¨ | hΓ³ng mΓΉ | high-quality red-colored hardwood] chair, pulled one of its armrests, and drew out a long sword – he had actually hidden his weapon inside the furniture.
Song Linlin was shocked – that was clearly the chair she had been sitting in earlier!
Fortunately, Mu Tong hadn’t thought of fighting then, otherwise, Song Linlin would have certainly been the first victim.
Too dangerous! Why was danger always so close to her?
After drawing his sword, Mu Tong didn’t look at Ye Tingran and Zhiyu who were surrounding him, but instead turned his head, fixing a venomous and angry glare at Song Linlin hiding behind the pillar.
“Damned girl, this is all because of you!”
He cursed viciously, then charged straight toward Song Linlin with his sword raised, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent, looking as if he wanted to cut her into pieces.
“Holy sh*t!”
Seeing the sword coming while Ye Tingran and the others couldn’t stop him, Song Linlin performed a “Qin King Circling the Pillar” [秦ηηΉζ± | qΓn wΓ‘ng rΓ o zhΓΉ | ancient defensive maneuver of dodging around a pillar], her body flashing as she dodged to the other side of the pillar.
Mu Tong’s attacks all landed on the solid, thick supporting pillar, leaving deep sword marks. At this moment, Ye Tingran caught up and blocked his next offensive.
After narrowly dodging the attack, Song Linlin caught her breath, seeing a strand of her hair on the ground. Fortunately, not much hair was cut off; it would just make her sideburns look uneven in length.
Taking advantage of Ye Tingran and Zhiyu blocking him, Song Linlin quickly retreated to a distance, but Mu Tong seemed fixated on her. Even while being intercepted by the other two, he still charged toward her.
Damn it, why does he keep targeting me?
Can’t take it anymore, must fight back!
Song Linlin drew her sword, this being her first time drawing it. She had never used a sword before, but this body still retained some muscle memory for combat.
Most importantly, Mu Tong was being blocked by Ye Tingran and Zhiyu. His own strength wasn’t particularly formidable, and his attacks were gradually weakening, so she could still manage to strike at opportune moments.
Song Linlin circled around the fighting group while Ye Tingran and Zhiyu, as the main force, suppressed Mu Tong. She seized opportunities to land several strikes on Mu Tong.
Although the damage wasn’t severe, only causing superficial wounds, the insult was extreme.
At this point, Mu Tong, being surrounded by three people, felt like coughing blood. Originally, he was just doing business in the city, responsible for gathering intelligence and transmitting information, not wanting to directly confront these three.
But he was forced to fight by this Zhang San, and now not only was his identity as a cultivator exposed, but he was also caught in Ye Tingran and Zhiyu’s encirclement.
If he faced just one of these two, Mu Tong could still think about how to escape, but he couldn’t handle both at once.
What Mu Tong found most unacceptable was that there was also this Zhang San on the side, who, despite having little strength, kept taking opportunities to add more wounds to his body.
It was truly humiliating!
Seeing that he couldn’t escape while being surrounded by three people, Mu Tong’s eyes sharpened, and he directly ignored Ye Tingran’s attack, instead turning to strike at Song Linlin with all his might.
“F*ck!”
Song Linlin shouted a plant’s name, hurriedly raising her sword diagonally to block, the clash of metal creating a piercing sound. She only managed to hold for two seconds. [LP: θ means βgrassβ but is slang for βf*ckβ]
Then, to Song Linlin’s shocked gaze, with a “clang,” her sword actually broke and fell straight to the ground. She herself was thrown back by the powerful force, her whole body landing on the ground not far away.
A faint iron-sweet taste spread in her throat, and Song Linlin felt she must have suffered internal injuries from the fall.
“Why… am I… always the one… getting thrown around…”
She spoke weakly, though this fall wasn’t undeserved. At this moment, Mu Tong had Ye Tingran’s sword completely pressed against his neck.
“I surrender!”
Mu Tong raised both hands, his sword falling to the ground, showing no trace of stubbornness.
In a desolate abandoned courtyard, Mu Tong was tightly bound with special material rope in the firewood room. This rope was provided by Zhiyu, as ordinary hemp rope certainly couldn’t restrain a cultivator.
This type of rope was of sturdy quality – without Golden Core Middle Stage strength, one couldn’t break free no matter how much they struggled.
Song Linlin sat on a haystack, having no strength to stand. Fortunately, Zhiyu had given her some healing pills to take, and she was feeling much better now.
Ye Tingran stood before Mu Tong with a serious expression and demanded: “Tell us, who instructed you to deliberately leak information about Luofeng Temple to us?!”
These words stunned Mu Tong for two seconds. His expression changed imperceptibly before quickly returning to normal. He looked up at Ye Tingran and said confusedly: “Miss Ye, what are you saying? I don’t understand…”
“Stop playing dumb,” Ye Tingran retorted.
Mu Tong maintained his confused expression, “About Luofeng Temple, wasn’t that just because you were inquiring about related matters… I merely mentioned it in passing, how can you say I did it deliberately?”
“Ye-shijie, stop questioning him!”
Song Linlin, sitting on the haystack, couldn’t stand watching anymore, not wanting to continue this back-and-forth, and angrily said: “Since he won’t talk, then we should…”
Song Linlin made a throat-slitting gesture and coldly snorted, “Hmph, useless people have no reason to exist!”
Mu Tong was startled by her action, and couldn’t help cursing in his heart:
Damn this Zhang San! So young, yet with such a vicious heart!
The author has something to say:
This chapter became too long, so I split it into two chapters. The next chapter will be posted later, and Chi Qianning will appear in the next chapter.
Yay! It’s kyot snek’s turn.
Calling running around a pillar like a headless chicken an ‘aincent defensive maneuver’ is hilarious