“Do you know that after you pierced my heart with ten thousand swords, I suffered a miscarriage? I endured excruciating pain to get home, then performed a Caesarean section on myself to deliver the children. The agony you inflicted on me that day—I will remember it for the rest of my life!” Feini shouted angrily.
“…” Qingshamu felt the pain just from hearing it, and was momentarily speechless.
“I used scissors to perform the Caesarean on myself. Look at this crooked, jagged scar on my belly—it’s all thanks to you.” Feini lifted her clothes to show the ghastly, chilling scar, which looked painful just to see.
“…” Qingshamu still couldn’t utter a single word, her expression stiff, but inwardly she was bitter beyond measure.
Moreover, as a highly skilled swordswoman, she felt her hands trembling from heartache today, utterly ashamed.
“I’ll say it again: if you want to kill us—me and my daughter—do it now. Otherwise, I will make you pay.” Feini continued to provoke, “Come on, twist my head off—use your favorite threat.”
“Mother, please don’t get carried away.” Bai Yuge·Rose hugged Feini, whose emotions were spiraling out of control, pulling her behind her to prevent any rash actions.
Though Feini spoke harshly, her body was trembling uncontrollably—it was truly pitiable, but clearly showed a kind of self-destructive tendency.
Bai Yuge cocked her head and glared at Qingshamu fiercely, the murderous intent in her eyes seeming ready to devour the woman before her.
Her voice was low and angry: “Anyone who hurts my mother is unforgivable, even if you are my father.”
Father!?
The word hit Qingshamu like a thunderclap, almost turning her into a statue on the spot, her mind blank from the overwhelming information.
“You’re not worthy to be my father. I’m the one your mother painstakingly raised.” Bai Yuge suddenly drew her Wooden Sword and pointed it at Qingshamu, then turned to Feini and said, “And she only exploits and bullies you—I know everything. I know she forced you into dangerous missions that almost cost you your life.”
“I…” Qingshamu gathered courage to say something, to defend herself, but in the end found no excuse.
“That’s my grudge with her; it has nothing to do with the next generation.” Feini told her daughter, “I will settle my own vendetta.”
Seeing Feini stand up for herself in front of their daughter made Qingshamu’s heart ache even more.
After all she had done to Feini before, Feini still didn’t want father and daughter to be enemies.
“I won’t just stand by and watch her bully you.” Bai Yuge rebelled as well, gently pushing her mother back before swinging her sword at her father.
“Clang!”
Despite being in a daze, Qingshamu’s automatic parry triggered, drawing her sword to block Bai Yuge’s strike.
The father and daughter faced off—Training Iron Sword against Training Wooden Sword—with wide, angry eyes and blank expressions, testing each other’s strength.
“Child…” Qingshamu called out.
“I’m not your child. Having your blood run through my veins is my greatest shame.” Bai Yuge said coldly, “You won’t even acknowledge yours.”
Before the real fight even began, her words were like sharp blades piercing Qingshamu’s heart.
This distracted Qingshamu, and her strength was quickly suppressed by Bai Yuge.
But she noticed Bai Yuge’s swordsmanship was a mess—relying purely on strength, speed, and instinct, like an uncut jade.
With a little guidance, she could achieve greatness.
In that moment, Qingshamu’s mind even imagined herself nurturing her daughter into a swordmaster.
But all this was just an illusion; reality was harsh.
The emotions between father and daughter were not peaceful, but filled with violent collisions and fury.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Bai Yuge unleashed a furious flurry of strikes, but each was neutralized by Qingshamu’s automatic parry—her strength was on a completely different level.
Although she was defeated instantly last time, it didn’t mean the hero was a rookie—her gear was just subpar.
“Xiaobai, stop attacking. You can’t beat her. Don’t let mother become a widow,” Feini said anxiously, clearly seeing her daughter was no match for the hero.
But the latter half of her words sounded confusing and somewhat humorous.
Because Bai Yuge and Qingshamu both had white hair, it was Feini who was the ‘black hair.’
Still, Feini’s words calmed Bai Yuge, who ceased her wild assault and once again exchanged sword clashes with Qingshamu, staring each other down.
The daughter couldn’t defeat the father, the father couldn’t get serious, and the mother only played with words. The situation became awkward.
But at this tense moment…
“Bang!”
The iron gate to the rooftop was suddenly slammed open, and a group of uninvited guests burst in, surrounding the three.
Bai Yuge and Qingshamu turned their heads simultaneously while sparring.
They saw several elegant yet arrogantly poised noble girls—obviously members of the Tea Party.
“Qingshamu, your Kendo Club has been opposing us constantly. Now that we’ve caught you, don’t blame us for being ruthless. Blame yourself for joining the wrong group.” A senior Tea Party member said calmly as she shut the iron gate behind them.
“Senior, what about the other two?”
“Since they’ve been seen, there’s no helping it. Send them all to the infirmary to lie down. Let them know what happens when you oppose our Tea Party.”
Other Tea Party members spread out, gradually forming a line to encircle the three.
“Child, let’s stop fighting and deal with these intruders first,” Qingshamu suggested.
“Don’t call me your child.” Bai Yuge spoke rebelliously, but her grip on the sword relaxed.
“Protect your mother,” Qingshamu’s Iron Sword also dropped, and she stepped forward to shield them.
“…” Bai Yuge pulled Feini back a few steps, watching Qingshamu’s back, forcing herself to suppress the urge to betray.
“This has nothing to do with them; they’re not Kendo Club members,” Qingshamu told the Tea Party girls.
“I see that transfer student is holding a sword-like weapon. Do you think I’d believe you?” The Tea Party senior sneered.
“If that’s the case…” Qingshamu’s expression turned cold and fierce, “I’ll have no choice but to go all out.”
Suddenly, a fierce wind swept across the rooftop.
The Tea Party members’ senses sharpened instantly—a primal beast instinct signaling an impending crisis.
“Fireball Spell!”
“Frost Arrow!”
“Chain Lightning!”
The Tea Party members began chanting spells, colorful elemental magic soaring into the air.
But just as the spells were about to activate…
“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Qingshamu vanished from the spot, leaving behind only streaks of dim sword energy tearing through the space.