Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 169 The World Has Mermaid Language (13)
Inside was the dark, rice-grain-sized thing it described.

She placed it in her palm and brought it close to her nose to smell it.

Her sallow skin instantly turned pale. She clutched her heart, involuntarily bending over as a wave of intense pain washed over her.

He collapsed to the ground, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and gradually closed his eyes.

2345 jumped onto Shen Yun's face in shock, its left and right claws striking repeatedly.

"Clap clap clap clap..."

"Awoooooo..." [Host, host, wake up, wake up, ahhhhhh...]

Half-asleep due to the pain, Shen Yun struggled to open her eyes, only to see the dog's paw swatting at her cheek.

"I'm fine, I just didn't expect Ai Wan's change to be for this reason." She picked up the things that had just fallen from the ground, and immediately felt unwell again.

2345 then realized that there was something wrong with this thing.

It quickly kicked it away.

"There is the flesh and blood of merfolk in here."

In this world, only merfolk can use a limited amount of spiritual power, so it's not wrong to say that this race is favored. Flesh and blood do not have the effect of immortality, but after being cleansed by spiritual power, they will naturally have some unexpected effects.

Ai Wan's change was precisely because of this.

"The greatest nemesis of merfolk is their own flesh and blood. If Ai Wan is only thinking of herself, that would be fine, but if she already knows my true identity, she probably won't let it go."

Her eyes were unreadable. Thinking of the pain she had just experienced, an idea suddenly came to her mind.

On the day of the competition, Shen Yun finally witnessed the true meaning of the word "cult".

The contestants below were Ai Wan and an inner disciple, but the contest lasted only for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

The man dressed in blue and white clothes flew out in a perfect parabolic arc before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

Shen Yun's lips twitched involuntarily. She remembered that this inner disciple had recently been hailed as a rare genius.

To lose so decisively, he truly is a rare genius.

The following scenes seem even more outrageous: some went on stage and said they were no match for him, some blushed and said they would only make two moves, and some even deliberately tripped over their own feet and pretended to faint when they went on stage.

It was simply unbearable to watch, so Shen Yun silently turned her head towards Yan Fa'an's banquet.

Yan Fa'an was staring intently at the tea leaves floating in the teacup in front of him.

Well, this guy is still no fun at all.

"What's wrong?" Yan Fa'an asked, puzzled, looking at him with such a strange expression.

Shen Yun glanced around and saw that everyone's gaze was fixed on what was below, so it was indeed him who was acting strangely.

"Patriarch, wouldn't it be better if you watched the competition?" She had noticed that Ai Wan kept glancing over here, her eyes filled with such tenderness and affection that it gave her goosebumps.

Upon hearing this, Yan Fa'an glanced down instinctively, his eyes lighting up at first, then he frowned and looked away, thinking for a moment before saying, "Not interested."

Shen Yun didn't quite believe him, and always felt that he was up to something bad.

However, Ai Wan's opponent below once again caught her attention.

The rule is to write names on slips of paper and draw them randomly, ensuring fairness and impartiality.

Now, standing on the other side is Ayaori.

Although thinking this way might seem petty, she just felt that Ai Wan would resort to underhanded tactics. Aya's technique was called the Ayabo Style, using a longsword as a weapon; the moves were gentle yet sharp, very suitable for a girl.

This is actually a superior technique, but it is far inferior to Ai Wan's.

Aya looked at the woman in the pink dress opposite her, pursed her lips, and a hint of fear flashed unconsciously in her eyes. Although she had been away from the Nangong family for a long time, she still felt uncomfortable whenever she came into contact with her again.

A moment later, Aya clutched her chest, staggered back a few steps, and even the longsword in her hand fell to the ground.

"Miss Ayaori, you flatter me." Ai Wan gracefully clasped her hands in a fist salute.

Aya left with the help of the two. Shen Yun's eyes flickered. Aya's injuries were not serious. Could it be that Ai Wan was actually a good person and that she had misunderstood?
Ai Wan looked at the person above again, her expression unreadable, "Brother Ling, are you willing to fight Ai Wan?"

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

"Is this the first time Junior Sister Ai Wan has issued a challenge to someone?"

"Could it be that she likes this man?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked over, then turned their heads back in unison. With someone so ugly, their junior sister definitely wouldn't be interested; it must be a coincidence.

Ai Wan braced herself against the ground with her longsword, lightly touched the ground with her toes, bent the sword slightly, and lifted her entire body into the air, flipping half a circle, with the tip of the sword pointing to the ground.

Shen Yun could hardly believe that the opponent would unleash such a powerful move right from the start.

She quickly turned her body, but the ribbon holding her long hair was torn, revealing a cascade of black hair.

Onlookers commented: "This person is a bit ugly, but his hair is really nice."

Sure enough, Ai Wan curled the corners of her lips and casually adjusted the accessories at her waist. As the longsword slashed, the sachet fell to the ground, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

Shen Yun's pupils suddenly contracted, and a familiar dull pain came from his heart. This taste was the same as the one that Gouza had brought over that day.

Unable to dodge it, they could only endure the incoming sword strike.

As the sword pierced his flesh, Shen Yun couldn't help but groan.

If she hadn't taken the pills that morning, she probably wouldn't have been able to withstand the transformation into a mermaid.

Her hunch was right, except that Ai Wan was targeting her.

However, this time the pain seemed to be hundreds or thousands of times greater than before. Shen Yun's mind was in a daze. Why did it hurt so much? He wanted to vent the rage brought on by the pain.

Yan Fa'an, who was above, leaped down and blocked Shen Yun's path, his gaze chilling. "What did you do?"

Ai Wan said with a serious expression, "Patriarch Yan Fa, Ai Wan is an upright person and would never do anything underhanded."

"Then why would she do that?"

The people standing nearby were stunned. Yes, it was just a sword wound, and it wasn't even a vital spot. Why was she in so much pain? Could it be that Junior Sister Ai Wan really did something?
“If the head of the family doesn’t believe me, he can have someone check.” Ai Wan thought for a moment and then suddenly said, “If there’s anything unusual, the herbs in the sachet I’m wearing are mixed with the blood of a mermaid.”

"But shouldn't mermaid blood only be beneficial to humans?" Ai Wan asked doubtfully.

These words were like a wake-up call, and everyone looked over. The only ones whose flesh and blood clashed with the merman's were themselves. Could this person also be a merman? But this merman was far too ugly.

Yan Fa'an subtly blocked everyone's view, saying, "A few days ago, Paopao went up the mountain with me and encountered a giant python. I suppose her injuries hadn't fully healed at that time."

"I see," Ai Wan said apologetically. "If I had known earlier that Brother Ling was injured, I definitely wouldn't have competed with him."

I read a novel about Li Gou Dan from "East Palace" being reborn, and wow, it was so good! The Dan Chi tribe wasn't wiped out, Xiao Feng didn't die, and Li Gou Dan only had Xiao Feng as his woman, wow...

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