Wu Yang answered, still sobbing, "Sister Leng told me I would have what it takes to counter the Star-Turmoil Swordsmanship by dint of the three moves only. What the heck, I had a careful scrutiny of them in every detail but still failed to manage them when I performed. That was rather odd!"
"Heh?" Wandong, bewildered, turned to Leng Yuecui and asked, "You came up with countermeasures to the Star-Turmoil Swordsmanship?"
Leng Yuecui had a cough and said, "I don't have the ability to invent that. The credit goes to my sister. She didn't teach me the three moves until I begged her for a long time."
"You have a sister!" Wandong asked in amazement.
Leng Yuecui rolled her eyes at Wandong and said, "Is that worth a fuss? No one is born to a rock (This is a classic metaphor originated from Journey to the West, a Chinese classic fiction written in the Ming Dynasty. The Monkey King was born to a rock. Then people often make a reference to it to curse others.)"
Wandong made an inch-by-inch search for any memory associated with Leng Yuecui's sister, but he failed. Then he made an apology, "Sorry if I've offended you. How come you never brought her up?"
Leng Yuecui uttered a hum and answered in an arrogant tone, "My sister is the specially privileged girl, and she is gonna enter the Taoist Realm..."
"The Taoist Realm?" Although Leng Yuecui caught herself and paused, the three words were clearly captured by Wandong and shocked him to the brim. Could it be said that there was a kind of connection between the Lungs and the supreme Taoist Realm? Compounded with Xu Wenchuan's previous warning against Wandong messing with Leng Yuecui, the speculation would highly likely prove right in the end.
"Hey, why am I saying this to you? In one word, just remember that my sister is the most outstanding girl, that's it," Leng Yuecui hastened to add.
Albeit seemingly unconcerned, Leng Yuecui appeared rather vigilant when referring to this matter. After a second thought, Wandong gave up on getting to the bottom of it. Provided the Lengs were associated with the Taoist Realm, there must have been certain hints and clues for him to find. If he had carried on making detailed inquiries about it, he might wake the sleeping wolf.
"Sister Leng, given you described your sister as the most unconquerable girl, does it mean even Wang Yangde is not her equal in martial competence?" Wu Yang asked out of sheer curiosity. Unlike the self-composed Wandong, Wu Yang was not able to contain his eagerness to inquire about anything he was ignorant about.
"Wang Yangde?" Leng Yuecui hesitated and knitted her eyebrows. After a moment's contemplation, she added ambiguously, "Wang Yangde is just about my sister's equal at present. But once my sister arrives at that place, he will soon lag behind to a great extent."
"Go on bragging!" Wu Yang let out a hum with a twitch running across his mouth.
Leng Yuecui got irritated. She crimsoned and said, "Believe it or not. You will believe what I said as soon as you meet her in person."
Wandong waved his hand and stopped them, "Well, let's change the subject. You said you learned three moves from your sister, then perform for me please."
Indeed, Leng Yuecui intended to flaunt the three moves at Wandong's presence. She let out a girly cry, "Then watch me clearly."
Leng Yuecui stood straight forthwith and leaped into the air like a tripping butterfly. She stretched her left palm and folded the right one, moving in with myriads of changes. Her moves were by no means inferior to the Star-Turmoil Swordsmanship. Compounded with Leng Yuecui's unstoppable momentum, they could be counted as first-rate palm techniques.