Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 355 - 205: Is This a Sure Win?

Chapter 355: Chapter 205: Is This a Sure Win?

The crowd made their way to the sword forest behind the mountain.

The so-called "sword forest" was simply a patch of woodland.

Unlike ordinary woods with their lush verdure or sparse decline, each ancient tree here bore hanging swords, shimmering with cold light, much like rows of soldiers in armor, presenting a spectacular view.

Throughout the entire woodland, intangible sword Qi crisscrossed and interwove, seemingly substantial, making one feel the sharp aura upon every breath.

Mo Bailing led everyone to a bamboo house.

Within the bamboo fence and thatched abode sat a young man with an ashen face pale as paper in a wheelchair, engrossed in an ancient tome, his expression concentrated as if all the world around him had gone silent.

"Fang,"

Mo Bailing called out softly.

Ran Qingchen recalled the rumors about the second young master of the Famous Sword Villa upon witnessing this scene.

It was said that this second young master was born mute, with not much talent for cultivation, and had been crippled from a young age, unable to walk. After countless famed doctors failed to heal him, the Famous Sword Villa had given up in despair.

With no hope for cultivation, he then poured his heart into music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Fang placed down his book and gave Mo Bailing a gentle smile, then his gaze shifted, slowly sweeping over the people around him.

The gentle eyes suddenly brightened, fixating on Ran Qingchen in her flowing green dress, ethereal as a banished fairy. His astonishment was undisguised, with sincere admiration apparent in his eyes.

Immediately feeling his manners had lapsed, Fang’s face flushed with embarrassment as he leaned forward slightly to offer an apologetic bow to Ran Qingchen.

His graceful comportment made it hard for anyone to take offense.

Mo Bailing cleared his throat and said to the crowd, "The first challenge comes from my home’s second young master."

Fang took out a chess set.

Jiang Shouzhong’s eyelid twitched.

Not chess for the first challenge, big brother? Isn’t this taking my life?

If it’s connect five, sure, that’s doable.

Mo Bailing continued, "You may choose any skill you are proficient in to perform, whether music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. As long as my young master is pleased, you may pass. If you enjoy chess, you may choose to play against my second young master. Win, and you will have passed this challenge."

The crowd looked bemused.

They’d figured it out: what was claimed to be three challenges was really only two.

This test laid out by the second young master of the Fang Family was nothing more than his family’s way to alleviate his boredom and loneliness by adding a bit of fun to his life.

Jiang Shouzhong was speechless.

To ask for a sword and yet require a talent display—shall I perform a pole dance for you?

But it was their rule to follow, regardless.

"Music, chess, calligraphy, or painting—which can you do?"

Ran Qingchen suddenly asked Jiang Shouzhong in a low voice.

Jiang Shouzhong hesitated, and then shook his head helplessly, "None. And you? What can you do?"

Ran Qingchen tilted her chin up slightly, "I can’t do any of it either."

Can’t do it?

Can’t do anything and still so proud?

Jiang Shouzhong had no energy left to complain.

But then Mo Bailing cleared his throat and said with a straight face, "Lord Ran is the first to pass the challenge."

Huh?

The onlooker’s expressions turned sour.

Even if it was just for your second young master’s entertainment, you can’t cheat so blatantly.

The person hasn’t even showcased a talent yet.

Even Ran Qingchen was puzzled; she was prepared to withdraw.

In response to everyone’s skepticism, Fang lifted the corners of his mouth, smiled silently, and wrote four characters on a piece of paper, displaying it to everyone—"A beauty like a painting."

Some people are a painting just by standing there.

Basically, that counted as showcasing a talent.

This... works? Seeing these four words, everyone present was left speechless... True, they were annoyed, but who could argue with natural beauty?

Jiang Shouzhong was dumbfounded.

Impressive.

He gave a surreptitious thumbs-up to the woman beside him.

Initially displeased, Ran Qingchen’s lips curled slightly when she saw the man’s gesture. However, considering the man beside her was proficient in nothing, she began to worry again, contemplating how to help him pass the challenge.

As for the Dragon Slaying Sword, she herself had no particular longing for it.

Acquiring it would be good, but it didn’t matter if she didn’t.

This time, she harbored little hope of borrowing the sword, already preparing an alternative plan to prevent the demon dragon’s emergence.

But if Jiang Mo could get it, it would give the man an extra means of protection in the future... After all, this guy had a strong ability to attract hatred, having already offended the Yin Yang Sect and the Murong Family.

The first to showcase her talent was a woman from Danxia Peak named Duo Ying.

She took out a jade flute and played a piece.

The tune was melodious, exuding a sense of spirituality.

Fang nodded in appreciation, indicating she had passed.

Several others opted for chess, while Murong Nan brought forth a brush and painted a Bamboo House, and did a decent job.

This surprised Jiang Shouzhong somewhat.

After Ran Qingchen’s explanation, Jiang Shouzhong learned that Murong Nan admired "the Gentleman of Painting" Shangguan Yunjin from the Wanshou Mountains and Rivers, hence his proficiency in the fine arts.

In the end, those who passed the challenge were Ran Qingchen, Duo Ying, Murong Nan, and Yuantong, who had won at chess.

"Jiang, are you sure you don’t want to showcase a talent?"

Mo Bailing asked with a smile in his eyes.

I don’t know anything ah... Jiang Shouzhong felt quite helpless.

Ran Qingchen said coldly, "I’m not feeling well, so I won’t take part in the next challenge. Let Jiang Mo have my place."

However, Mo Bailing shook his head, "The chance to be tested cannot be given to another."

"Um..." Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he tentatively asked, "Would reciting a poem do?"

Mo Bailing replied, "Reciting poetry won’t do, but composing one will."

Alright, alright, the time has come for me to play the role of a plagiarist.

Jiang Shouzhong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "What a coincidence, I recently dreamed I composed a few poems, so I guess I’ll just have to embarrass myself."

This guy can compose poetry?

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