Princess Yuyang raised her chin and looked at Ke Mo, her eyes gleaming with delight as if she saw a precious toy everyone was vying for.
“?”
A question mark appeared above Ke Mo’s head.
Who are you?
Don’t blame Little Ke for being faceblind; he often hangs around with Ice Chunk, making it hard to remember some people, especially women, because there’s no need for him to remember unnecessary things and people.
Unless it’s something about the Golden Heavenly Mandate, he might have some impression of them.
Living in Biyun Tower, throwing a brick could hit several people with the Purple Heavenly Mandate.
Murong Xiao immediately showed a look of vigilance, his gaze scrutinizing and revealing something.
Then, he revealed a hint of admiration.
“Uh, have we met before?”
Ke Mo was puzzled.
Yuyang frowned: “Sword Furnace.”
Could this God Hammer Little Overlord be playing some kind of game of cat and mouse with her?
She didn’t think there was anything inappropriate about it.
Growing up in the palace, all the men she encountered were part of a harem, and the emperors’ many consorts were common knowledge. At court, no one had only one wife; that would be laughed at.
“I see… ”
Ke Mo seemed to recall something, but felt it was off.
“Haha, I knew it…” Princess Yuyang said arrogantly, thinking this was indeed a set-up.
Only those with thoughts would put effort into it.
She had already imagined the future, requesting an imperial decree from her father to marry Ke Mo as her prince consort.
Prince consorts couldn’t take concubines.
What would that woman’s expression be like?
“You were just forging swords next door, right? It didn’t seem very good.”
“?”
Princess Yuyang’s expression froze, seeing Ke Mo’s lack of patience. If Ke Mo wasn’t so dazzling, she would have left with a cold laugh long ago.
“That’s enough, Young Hero Ke. I’m not some naive young lady. If you keep this up, I’ll really get annoyed.”
“Uh, then I must have mistaken you for someone else. Maybe we’ve met before, but I really don’t know you.”
Ke Mo realized something was wrong.
How could a common woman refer to herself as “this palace”? He also remembered where he had seen that woman.
“Since we’ve met, you dare say you don’t recognize me?”
Princess Yuyang’s eyes widened slightly.
Compared to not knowing her, her proud personality found it even harder to accept that they had met but she didn’t remember her.
“It’s normal to meet someone and not recognize them.”
Ke Mo smiled awkwardly yet politely:
“I’ve even met the Founding Martial Emperor, and he doesn’t know who I am either.”
“Then now you can recognize me. I really like the weapons you forge.”
Princess Yuyang took a deep breath, restraining herself from reacting.
Murong Xiao lowered his voice: “Brother Ke, I can tell at a glance that this woman isn’t good. She wants to exploit your weakness.”
“Thank you, but it seems she doesn’t like you. It’s hot down here, but cool up top. You should stay up there.”
Ke Mo pouted, turning his gaze to the stage.
“Lady, you’d better leave now.”
“Bald monk, get lost!”
“… Sigh, Amen.”
Murong Xiao shook his head and chanted a Buddhist phrase. Being kind-hearted, he warned her out of concern.
Do you know what you’re doing, princess?
He stepped back, fearing bl**d might splatter on him later.
Princess Yuyang looked at Ke Mo, clenching her fists. She had never been ignored like this before and was about to say more.
Clang—
Suddenly, a sword’s ring echoed, and a chill swept through the square, dispelling the remaining warmth.
“Cold Fairy is going to test her sword!” someone shouted.
The vast square instantly fell silent. The cold maiden standing in the center seemed to have been standing there for a long time, yet also just arrived.
Holding her sword upside down, her black hair tied high, despite it being evening, her appearance made the moonlight seem to descend early.
The tip of the sword moved slightly, integrating the forms of a hundred birds observed in past sword techniques.
Ying Bing looked at the young man below, her overly beautiful eyes dark yet luminous.
“Sword, I really like it.”
Setting
Traditional Simplified
Ke Mo somehow knew what Ice Chunk wanted to say.
But soon, his attention was caught by the wondrous and mysterious sword light.
Unconsciously, a poem came to mind:
“In ancient times, there was a graceful lady named Lady Gongsun, whose dance of the sword shook the world.”
“The spectators were like mountains, their faces filled with awe, as heaven and earth moved for a long time.”
Princess Yuyang couldn’t speak. When her gaze fell on the person on the stage, it seemed as though an invisible force choked her, rendering all words meaningless.
Cold Fairy could have casually gone through the motions.
But she didn’t.
She wanted everyone to see the weapon she had just forged, the one she had personally crafted. How much effort did it take?
The Swordsmiths’ Association of Heavenly Mountain, besides blacksmiths, also had swordsmen, who were more famous than the blacksmiths.
After all, this place had replaced Hengyun Sword City as the holy land of swordsmanship.
But no one spoke.
Martial arts proficiency reaching the level of gods and ghosts was exaggerated praise.
But what if it wasn’t just praise?
Except for the Three Heroes of Hengyun and those familiar with Ke Mo and Ying Bing, such as Xiao Qian and Huang Donglai, the young geniuses participating in the Qianlong List were nearly shattered by this reality.
To be on the same list with them, do they deserve it?
This is the Qianlong List!?
But their mentors were also sweating bullets!
“If she breaks through another level, I don’t know if I can still compete with her holding the ancestor’s sword.”
Xie Xuan wiped his sweat.
Whooosh—
Taiyin’s aura suddenly surged, and the moonlight shone brightly!
Xie Xuan: “? ?”
Did his mouth get blessed or something?
“Ice Chunk is about to break through…”
Ke Mo smiled at her, his bright eyes reflecting the fleeting brilliance of the scene.
Finally, he didn’t have to worry about her anymore. Making it into the top three was assured…
“Ke Mo.”
Ying Bing finished her sword dance, tightly gripping her sword and walking over slowly.
As the first moonlight rose during dusk.
The girl quietly watched him, her aura gradually strengthening.
“I thought of its name, maybe Taibai.”
“It is indeed white.”
Ke Mo looked at the glowing, fair-skinned Cold Fairy, nodding seriously.
“Aren’t you curious why?” Ying Bing lightly glanced at him.
Ke Mo was speechless: “Why?”
“Taibai is the star closest to Taiyin.”
Sheathing her sword, Ying Bing walked beside Ke Mo, lowering her gaze:
“You still don’t have a weapon.”
“Who knew so many craftsmen wouldn’t have a single hammer smith,” Ke Mo spread his hands.
“I have a way.”
“Yes, my sister Bing and I went to the Sword Tomb, seeking ideas from Grandpa White Beard.”
Jiang Chulong pushed up his sunglasses, saying coolly.
Ke Mo was stunned.
Ice Chunk had known all along that he might not have a weapon to participate with?
Was this also within Cold Fairy’s calculations?
“As expected, I broke through as planned. This method… is feasible.”
Ying Bing’s frosty face hid a hint of gentle smile.
“What method?”
“You’ll know soon.”
They talked as if no one else was around.
In the Sword Furnace Square, everyone remained in a daze, as if waking from a dream.
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