Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Qin Fei’s Deceit

On the back mountain of Qingyang Sword Sect, there was a tea garden growing plenty of Spirit Mist Tea.

The legendary mother tree of Spirit Mist Tea was said to have been personally planted by the founding master of the Qingyang Sword Sect. The tea leaves picked from this tree brewed the finest Spirit Mist Tea, known for its amazing effects.

Since the mother tree produced very few leaves, only the Sect Leader, two Elders, and the Holy Son could enjoy the top-notch Spirit Mist Tea.

So, why did Qin Fei have the best Spirit Mist Tea?

Of course, it was a gift from his little junior sister, Jiang Ting.

At this moment, Xiao Yang landed on Qingyang Mountain, riding his flying sword, sending countless disciples of Qingyang Sword Sect into a frenzy of excitement.

As he passed through, everyone hurriedly cleared a path for him.

“Greetings, Master and two Elders!”

Xiao Yang bowed respectfully in front of Jiang Qitian and the others.

“This is Senior Sword Immortal Li Daozhen from Fuyiao Sword Sect, Li Senior!”

Jiang Qitian introduced.

“Greetings, Li Senior!”

Xiao Yang saluted Li Daozhen, who was seated nearby.

“You’re Xiao Yang?”

Li Daozhen set down his teacup, scrutinizing Xiao Yang.

Clad in white, with a tall frame and piercing eyes, this boy certainly had looks going for him.

“That’s me,” Xiao Yang replied.

“Stop wasting time, if you’ve got what it takes, come up here and fight.”

At that moment, Li Xingyao on the Sword Comparison Platform was getting impatient.

“Haha, my apprentice is a bit eager. Why don’t you two spar a little first?” Li Daozhen chuckled.

Though Xiao Yang seemed to be putting on airs by not arriving promptly, Li Daozhen noticed an extraordinary demeanor about him, one that Qin Fei and Lei Renjie could never hope to match.

A person’s aura cannot be hidden.

Li Daozhen felt that Xiao Yang appeared like someone who had been through a lot, steadfast and unrefined.

How could someone so young exude such a presence?

Especially those eyes, so clear and profound.

Li Daozhen could never have guessed that the person before him had memories and experiences stretching back a thousand years.

Xiao Yang turned to gaze at the Sword Comparison Platform at the center of the square.

“Li Xingyao…”

Xiao Yang locked on to that figure on the platform, his eyes deep with thought.

This girl was a legend of the Northern Realm.

Unfortunately, her final moments were tragic.

Remembering Li Xingyao’s fate in his last life made Xiao Yang sigh.

A beauty of unparalleled grace, a sword immortal of her generation, yet she died unjustly.

Xiao Yang prepared to leap onto the platform.

“Senior Brother, wait a moment.”

At that moment, little junior sister Jiang Ting approached, holding a teacup.

Xiao Yang turned to her.

Little junior sister had arrived right in front of him.

“Senior Brother, let me toast you with tea instead of wine, wishing you victory in this battle and the glory of Qingyang Sword Sect!”

Jiang Ting smiled brightly at Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang stared blankly at Jiang Ting, feeling a lump in his throat.

In his last life, it was this very cup of tea that led to his utter downfall.

Now, having been given a second chance, here was little junior sister Jiang Ting, presenting him with the same cup of tea.

Instinctively, Xiao Yang glanced towards the square’s edge, his gaze colliding with Qin Fei, who was seated in a pavilion.

Qin Fei’s eyes flickered before he lowered his gaze.

Xiao Yang retracted his stare.

Qin Fei, oh Qin Fei, do you think you can still use little junior sister to harm me in this life?

“Senior Brother, are you still mad at me?”

Seeing Xiao Yang not accepting her tea, Jiang Ting frowned.

“Don’t be so stingy, Senior Brother!”

Jiang Ting pouted.

In his last life, just a simple pout from Jiang Ting would leave him defenseless and utterly defeated in front of her.

Xiao Yang took a deep breath, gave Jiang Ting one last searching look, then reached out and drank the tea in one gulp.

“Wishing Senior Brother victory in battle and the glory of our sect!”

Around them, disciples rallied, cheering excitedly.

Meanwhile, in that pavilion outside the square, Qin Fei felt a mix of excitement and agitation upon seeing Xiao Yang drink the Spirit Mist Tea.

Xiao Yang, oh Xiao Yang, I lost once, but don’t think you can win this time!

On the Sword Comparison Platform, Li Xingyao held her sword quietly, watching Xiao Yang.

Suddenly, Xiao Yang slammed the teacup to the ground, shattering it into pieces.

Then he flew into the air, gliding like a falling leaf, and landed softly on the Sword Comparison Platform.

Striding over to face Li Xingyao, he stood in front of her.

Everyone was tense, eyes glued to the two figures on the platform.

“Jiang Sect Leader, your eldest disciple is something else!”

Li Daozhen observed Xiao Yang calmly from the sidelines.

Her intuition was spot on; this kid would be a formidable opponent for her own disciple.

In five months, it would be the Northern Realm’s grand competition held once every sixty years.

This was a major event for the entire Northern Realm.

It would determine the status of Fuyiao Sword Sect in the North.

Li Daozhen had taken her beloved student, Li Xingyao, down the mountain to build her reputation.

She wanted the world to know that her disciple was the number one talent in the North.

She wanted to make it clear that the status of Fuyiao Sword Sect remained unshakeable.

“Li, my friend, you’re joking! How could my disciple compare to your treasured student? I’ll be content as long as it’s not a humiliating loss.”

Jiang Qitian sighed heavily.

Li Xingyao’s displayed strength had been nothing short of astonishing.

Xiao Yang might be strong, but compared to Li Xingyao, there was likely still quite a gap.

The two Elders looked worried as well.

Li Daozhen chuckled lightly, without saying a word, and took a sip of the Spirit Mist Tea from the nearby table.

At this moment, the square fell completely silent.

All disciples of Qingyang Sword Sect watched the two figures on the platform with bated breath.

Qin Fei glared coldly at Xiao Yang on the platform.

Today, Xiao Yang was destined to take a severe beating.

“This ungrateful brat… I hope he can defeat that so-called Sacred Maiden of Fuyiao.”

Father, Xiao Zhenshan, murmured to himself, gazing at his son on the platform.

“Big Brother, I know you’ll avenge me!”

Xiao Yue stood by Qin Fei’s side.

But Qin Fei couldn’t help but smirk; these people were just too naive and easy to fool.

“You beat Qin Fei to such a state, aren’t you afraid he’ll come after you later?”

Xiao Yang suddenly chuckled, eyeing Li Xingyao across from him.

“Is he? Would he dare seek revenge on me?”

Li Xingyao didn’t think much of Qin Fei at all; what innate Dao body, talented cultivator—he was just a waste who couldn’t even draw his sword.

“Better to offend a gentleman than a villain,” Xiao Yang cautioned.

“Oh? Isn’t he your junior brother? Why should I keep an eye on him?”

Li Xingyao asked with intrigue.

“Because he’s irritating,” Xiao Yang replied flatly.

“Enough talk; let’s get started!”

Li Xingyao didn’t care whether Qin Fei was annoying; it wasn’t her problem.

“Alright, today I’ll experience the Fuyiao Sword and the Star Snatching Hand!”

With that, Xiao Yang raised his right hand, and a small light sword appeared in his palm.

This was his flying sword.

“So fast!”

Li Xingyao was taken aback.

Jiang Qitian, Li Daozhen, and the other elder’s eyes widened in amazement.

Xiao Yang’s control over the flying sword was astonishingly precise!

If he improved further, wouldn’t he be able to cultivate Sword Intent?

Sword Intent was a realm that only a Divine Martial Realm sword cultivator could master.

Both Jiang Qitian and Li Daozhen were Divine Martial Realm sword cultivators.

Yet, they were shocked to find they could not perceive Xiao Yang’s realm at all.

“Be careful!”

With that, Xiao Yang waved his right hand. The flying sword transformed into a streak of sword radiance and shot towards Li Xingyao.

This fierce sword light seemed to tear through the void in an instant, producing a deep sound that echoed through the air as it pierced towards Li Xingyao.

A chilling sword Qi swept from the Sword Comparison Platform; the disciples of Qingyang Sword Sect felt a wave of icy air wash over them, leaving them all stunned.

The two sword geniuses had finally clashed.

Everyone was on edge.

After all, this battle had major implications for the pride of both sects.