In the palace.
“How could Yuyang lose? It’s just not right.”
Emperor Jingtai shook his head with a sigh, but the smile on his face couldn’t hide his concern: “Chulong has actually become so formidable…”
As he spoke, he looked at Empress Chuge with a smile on his face.
“It’s all His Majesty’s bloodline; there should be no distinction of high or low.”
Empress Chuge narrowed her eyes, still looking affectionately at him, but the curve of her lips seemed a bit cold.
Chu Long looks too much like that woman.
Especially when she wields a sword.
How did she manage to do it?
But then Empress Chuge relaxed her brow.
The imperial family never had much hope in Yuyang anyway; he was only there to make up the numbers.
The main act was Jiang Yu.
“I wonder how Chulong will fare against Young Master Yu… Your Majesty, what do you think?”
Her voice was not loud, but just clear enough for those around her to hear.
“Do you dare?”
Emperor Jingtai turned his head, his gaze sharp and cold.
“Isn’t His Majesty most adept at turning a blind eye?”
Empress Chuge laughed with a hint of complaint: “Why can’t you also turn a blind eye to this subject?”
…
At the Tian Shan Sword Sect.
“What a great sword intent!”
“What kind of sword technique is that?”
“It seems to have traces of our Tian Shan Sword Sect, but mostly it’s her own style.”
“That little girl seems familiar to me; have I seen her somewhere before?”
“She looks so much like her… too much like her…”
Several disciples of the Tian Shan Sword Sect’s eyes shone brightly.
“If we were in the same realm, I might not be able to match her.” Xie Xuan shook his head, yet showed no signs of discouragement.
After all, she is Uncle Shi’s daughter, and it’s natural for her to have superior talent in swordsmanship.
Moreover, Chu Long’s realm is still low, and the pressure she exerts on him is far less than Ying Bing’s.
I hope they don’t meet too soon…
Xie Xuan looked up at the Jiangshan Yizhi Map and indeed found Ying Bing’s name.
[Ying Bing vs. Jiang Chengling]
He sighed silently in relief. The sparring session in front of Bu Yun Tower was still vivid in his memory.
Who should I fight first?
Looking down, Xie Xuan suddenly froze.
[Xie Xuan vs. Ke Mo]
…
The host appeared on stage, and surprisingly, it was the purple-robed eunuch who hosted the weapons forging conference. This time, however, he wasn’t alone; beside him were Du Wufeng and Xie Yiding, two powerful judges from the Tian Shan Sword Sect.
It looked quite professional.
They were commenting and analyzing the matches of the promising young talents, discussing the odds.
“An upset! Chu Long defeated Jiang Yuyang in one move! What a stunning sword!”
The purple-clothed eunuch held a conch shell that amplified his voice:
“But the matches ahead should be even more exciting. What do the two elders think?”
“There’s not much to say about Ying Bing vs. Jiang Chengling. Her martial arts mastery is unfathomable to even an old man like me. Both are Eight Apertures of Guan Shen, and I can’t think of anyone who could beat her.”
Du Wufeng shook his head.
“What does Senior Xie think… Senior Xie?”
The purple-clothed eunuch noticed that Xie Yiding was still staring at Chu Long in a daze.
Just three-tenths resemblance made the sect leader unable to tear himself away.
“Master, your headband fell off.”
Du Wufeng said calmly.
“Huh?”
Xie Yiding suddenly came back to his senses, touched the top of his head, and then looked at Old Du with an unpleasant expression.
“Master, everyone is waiting for your comments.”
“Mm, regarding Jiang Chengling… forget it, there’s nothing much to introduce. He doesn’t even have the qualifications to make Cold Fairy take him seriously, so there’s no point in going on.”
Xie Yiding summed up the match.
“What about Junior Master and the God Hammer Little Overlord?”
The purple-clothed eunuch asked again.
“In my opinion, Ke Mo’s chances are slim. Actually, if he doesn’t rely on his hammer.”
“Why do you say that?” The purple-clothed eunuch followed up.
—
Jiang Yu took a sip of tea. He thought Jiang Chengling would test Ying Bing’s approach.
He hadn’t expected such a quick defeat.
How long has it been since someone of his generation made him feel threatened?
Emotions are truly strange things, whether it’s crisis, anger, or… fear.
On the platform, Xie Xuan held a wooden sword, looking puzzled as he looked down.
“Brother Li, what’s going on?”
“Just wait a moment, it’ll be over soon.”
Li Mo shook his head, showing no signs of tension, his gaze completely off Xie Xuan.
“Wait for what?”
Xie Xuan was utterly confused.
Then, he heard a shout from the arena: “Cold Fairy wins!”
Ying Bing, who had just stepped onto the platform, was down again in less than a minute.
She descended gracefully, still retaining the momentum from cutting off Jiang Chengling’s weapon with one strike. She seemed more regal than any noble, truly untouchable.
When she reached Li Mo, she tilted her head.
“Why haven’t you gone up yet?”
“Waiting for charging.”
“…”
Ying Bing noticed many eyes watching here, her expression quickly turned cold, and her fingers curled involuntarily.
She still hugged Li Mo tightly around the waist.
“Oil…”
“Uh-huh, I’ll definitely get into the top three!”
As everyone knows, the stronger the fighting spirit of the Heavenly Battle Intent, the stronger the combat power.
Little Li’s fighting spirit surged instantly.
“???”
“What are you doing, Li Mo, what are you up to?”
“You’re fighting Xie Xuan, why are you hitting us?”
Amidst the uproar, Li Mo stepped onto the high platform.
Xie Xuan was in a state of numbness, feeling like he had already lost before the fight even began.
After some thought, Little Li didn’t say ‘she doesn’t love you,’ after all, Old Xie was decent, not unreasonable.
And he wanted to win with his sword, openly and fairly.
For the sake of his dream, he wouldn’t use the Fighting King’s techniques yet.
“A thousand guests intoxicated by flowers, a single sword illuminates fourteen states!”
“Sword, come!”
The Divine Sword of the Celestials flew back into his hand from below the stage. If it could express emotions, it would probably be quite speechless now.
Little Li Swordman’s posture was elegant and dignified:
“Brother Xie, please!”
“How neat…”
Xie Xuan muttered to himself.
Why does he seem more like a peerless swordsman than I do?
Suddenly, inexplicably, the pressure increased, making it feel like he was inviting the other person to teach him.
No, you’re supposed to be using a hammer! Why are you illuminating states with a sword?
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PS: Please allow Little Pu Street to take a few days off. First, to rest his hands, and second, to try to stabilize his update schedule and release two chapters together for smoother reading.
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