The speed of Yun Xian's swordsmanship is fully demonstrated here.
First, she barely drew her sword, and second, even if she did, it would be hard for anyone to notice unless they were staring at her. She laid the blame on the Blade Sect with a perfectly natural demeanor, then left it to the public's imagination.
I guess tomorrow we’ll hear strange stories on the streets like, “Shocking! Why did a disciple of the Sword Sect beat up a weak succubus in the street?”
The three of them finally solved the problem. Before returning home, Yun Xian asked them to take off their masks and change their clothes. After getting lost twice, they returned to the dilapidated courtyard and found Su Chi standing outside the door, waiting for someone.
His features were as cold as a painting, and he looked out of place standing in front of the dilapidated courtyard.
Ten years ago, when he had not yet left the sect, Yun Xian was about five or six years old. At that time, his health had not yet recovered and he was bedridden. In addition, he was almost always in seclusion practicing, so the two of them really had not spoken a word to each other.
Seeing the three people, he stood up slightly and nodded: "I am here."
Yun Xian and Qiao Lingshan, whose hair was about to smoke, exchanged a few words with Su Chi. They realized that this senior brother, whom they had just met, didn't seem to want to exchange pleasantries. Of course, there was nothing to reminisce about. He just got straight to the point and mentioned some things in the secret realm. When Yun Xian mentioned the sword, he asked her to draw her sword and see it.
Yun Xian placed his black gold sword on his jade-white hand and observed the calluses on his fingertips which were exactly the same as his own.
Su Chi lowered his eyes, his fingertips traversing the sword lightly. His fingertips brushed across the edge of the sword, and a drop of blood oozed out, trembling on the blade for a long time without falling. He said, "Eighteen cracks, it's time to repair them."
He sat there, like a banished immortal, his aura repelling everyone from a thousand miles away. Ordinary people dared not approach him. Qiao Lingshan, who had always been on the subject of "Big Brother," had fallen silent now. Yun Xian agreed, while simultaneously harboring unbelievable thoughts: "No wonder Big Brother topped the list of handsome men of the year every year, yet never made the list of the most desired Taoist partners for female cultivators. He was too out of touch with reality, and that was a bad thing. He was only fit for worship, not for intimacy."
The eyelashes are really long.
"No problem." Yun Xian scratched his cheek and said, "We'll go tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Su Chi said, "It's too late."
Yun Xian certainly knew this. A good swordsmith would take a month to complete a task, and they were all so arrogant. They might even ask you to schedule a time, but they'd quit if they got upset. Now, with the Four-Way War only a few days away, it was naturally too late.
But she still slowly opened her mouth: "Ah? What should I do then?"
The acting is a bit exaggerated.
Qiao Lingshan: “…”
She finally realized now that Yun Xian had never given up the idea of getting something out of Su Chi from the beginning!
Su Chi paused, and Yun Xian took a step forward, taking the initiative: "No, no, Senior Brother, you really don't have to be so polite. How can I have the nerve to ask for your gift when I come to participate in a big battle?"
Qiao Lingshan: "Yun Xian——"
I'd never heard of the tradition of a senior giving a junior a gift. Su Chi's cold face was devoid of much emotion, and certainly didn't look particularly happy. He remained calm as he pulled a longsword from his ring. The hilt was jade-white, the blade flowing smoothly, a faint fiery aura pulsing through it. It was incredibly sharp, a rare and powerful weapon.
"Master asked me to take good care of you." Su Chi handed over the sword and said, "This sword is called Qishuang. You can use this one for now. Give me your sword and I will repair it."
Yun Xian had already heard the unusually stiff gentleness in his tone. It turned out that he was entrusted with a task. He handed over the sword, tried the new feel, and then asked curiously, "Big Brother, how did you know we were there just now?"
Su Chi put her sword back into the ring and looked up: "I saw the emblem of Jiange."
As soon as he arrived at the city, he saw the unsheathed ancient sword rising in the air. He paused and became suspicious.
Jiange has been secluded from the world for many years, and has been almost alone outside, leaving no trace. Unlike other sects that have many disciples, there are very few times when this method can be used, and it is almost lost.
Su Chi had only seen Yun Lang use the ancient sword once before, and the appearance of the ancient sword was not as clear as this one.
Yun Xian's expression changed, and he didn't continue the topic: "I see."
They'd met, talked, and received their equipment, so it was time to leave. Yun Xian waited there for a long time, but he didn't move. She wondered if Su Chi had anything else to say, but he lowered his eyes and remained silent. She pondered for a moment, then tactfully asked, "Big Brother, it's getting late."
"Yeah." Su Chi, with his sword across his shoulder, replied indifferently, "Then I won't bother you any more."
He responded quickly, and as he turned, the fresh little flower dangling from the hilt swayed in the breeze. Yun Xian's gaze was drawn to it, and he noticed that the flower's stem was broken. The cut was uneven, not cut by a sword, but rather looked like it had been accidentally stepped on.
It has to be said that the matter of wearing flowers in the hairpin is really out of place when connected with Su Chi. Yun Xian couldn't help but feel a little curious. Su Chi noticed her peripheral vision and paused slightly.
"Big Brother," Yun Xian asked, "What kind of flower is this?"
"...I just saw it on the roadside." Su Chi seemed to have mistakenly thought that Yun Xian wanted it. He lowered his eyes expressionlessly and plucked the flower, handing it to her, "You can take it and take care of it."
The flower lay quietly in his tough palm. Yun Xian said "Oh" and gently picked it up and put it away.
So he wanted to take it home to raise?
Su Zexian said "goodbye" and turned away with a cold look. Not only was the corner of his clothes not as spotless as the rumors said, it even rubbed against the bluestone on the road, leaving a faint scratch.
After he left, the remaining two people breathed a sigh of relief.
I always feel chilly all over.
Qiao Lingshan said angrily, "Big Brother gave you the sword, and you really took it?"
"Why wouldn't I take what he gave it to me? We're all from the same sect, and fussing about it would only make us feel distant." Yun Xian counted the silver in his storage ring for a while, then said thoughtfully, "Let's go and get you another one."
Qiao Lingshan had just said something about Yun Xian, so how could she feel comfortable asking for it now? She hesitated and said, "No need to change it for me."
Yun Xian: "Oh, really? Then I'll bet all my money on Dongjie to win."
"Wait!" Qiao Lingshan said hurriedly, "I just saw a backhand sword there..."
Feng Ye felt like an outsider.
But Yun Xian wasn't so casual. In fact, she was quite good at judging people. In their brief time together, she felt that Su Chi seemed more detached than simply cold and hard. Like a rock on the edge of a cliff, he was irrational and worldly-wise. However, his swordsmanship was a perfect match, and he wasn't burdened with worldly concerns.
It seems like I forgot something...
She was deep in thought, and Qiao Lingshan seemed to have discovered something and frowned: "Yun Xian, did we forget to say something?"
Yun Xian nodded, "What is it?"
Qiao Lingshan had been chasing the succubus all day and was now a little confused: "I vaguely remember that someone else told us..."
After thinking about it for a while, they both looked up at the same time, suddenly realizing, "I remember it!"
Qiao Lingshan: "Big Brother, your love tribulation is imminent, and great disaster is imminent..."
Yun Xian pondered: "How old is my eldest brother this year?"
“…”
"I already told you not to believe Hina's baseless words!!"
In any case, in the last two days before the Four-Way War began, this courtyard was unusually peaceful.
Perhaps it was because it was too remote, making it hard to imagine that there were disciples from a sect living here; or perhaps it was because their disguises with bull-head masks were too successful, making it impossible for people to think of Jiange at all.
The most talked-about news these days is the feud between the Sword Sect disciples and the succubus. Initially, the two women were just casually saying it, and no one believed it at best. But as soon as they disappeared, two frantic Sword Sect disciples jumped down from the building, their faces red and pale, and fiercely denied it. That's right, explanations are cover-ups, and cover-ups are the truth. If the Sword Sect truly didn't do it, why would they bother to explain it? Besides, this isn't a major crime. They're so anxious, they have something to hide!
Moreover, the Sword Sect had been rampant in many cities in the past few days, and had looked down on many people. None of the monsters and demons in this city were easy to deal with. Although they appeared to be afraid and dared not do anything, they would still trample on them in secret, so the news became more and more mysterious.
At that moment, people on Liuqing Street walked around the disciples of Dao Sect, fearing that they would be dragged over and chased away for the entire afternoon.
Three people make a tiger. Liu Shi couldn't find the bull-headed girl, but when he turned around, he found that he had been framed with a series of tragic life experiences. For example, he accidentally walked into a tavern in his childhood and was left with a trauma. Since then, he trembled when he saw a woman and couldn't raise his head.
Liu Shiqi's head ached: "......"
The above is fine, but how did you know the following?! Are those who believe this mentally ill?!
Yun Xian was being wanted by the whole city, but he was still sitting on the stone platform, practicing sword skills.
Her cultivation has improved a little these days, reaching about the sixth level of Golden Core.
If you don't practice your sword for one day, it will be against you. If you don't practice for three days, your realm will regress. If you don't practice for ten days, your realm will be useless. Yun Lang has been saying this since he was a child, and Yun Xian naturally remembers it clearly. Qiao Lingshan went to get her new sword, while Feng Ye kept muttering, "It's obvious that the witch won't give up. If we meet later..."
Yun Xian agreed: "She does hold a grudge." Except for Zhong Changyao.
Feng Ye panicked: "Then what should I do?"
"It's okay, I'm here." Yun Xian comforted, "She should hate me even more."
Feng Ye: “…” That’s true. He surprisingly felt much more at ease.
His left arm began to hurt again. Yun Xian walked into the room with a normal expression, closed the door, and stretched out his left palm in some confusion. He saw that the lines on the white palm had undergone some slight changes, and a long and narrow mark appeared in the center.
She had noticed it long ago. It had been just a mark at first, then it had gradually grown longer and wider, and now it was even starting to bulge slightly, with heat and a pulse. When she placed her fingertips on it, she would occasionally feel an unpleasant, sticky sensation underneath, making her eyeballs roll.
At first, I didn't think about other things because she has been naughty since she was a child. It was common for her to bump into things and not know where she got hurt. Sometimes she would only find the bruise the next day, maybe because she accidentally rubbed her palm against a stone.
But in just a few days, this guy looked more and more like a human being.
Yun Xian looked at the trembling but still tightly closed eyeballs and called softly like calling a puppy, "Taiping?"
The effect was immediate. Even through a thin layer of palm skin, the huge eyeball was spinning wildly.
Yun Xian: “…”
It’s true.
In the storybook, Zhong Changyao's natal spirit sword in the later period was a divine weapon when it was born. It was filled with murderous aura and could kill hundreds of thousands of people with one sword. As for why Yun Xian only recognized it now, there were two reasons.
First, based on many clues, Zhong Changyao seemed to be worried that the sword would be discovered, so he changed its name. It was not called "Taiping" but "Evil King's Holy Sword".
Well, it is a kind of soil that is hidden in the city.
Second, Zhong Changyao restrained it in his left arm to refine it, with the Earth Spirit Pearl on his wrist suppressing it, and a mysterious powerful person secretly teaching the method of refining the weapon. The Taiping Sword's consciousness had been in a daze, with no chance to emerge, not to mention the rebellious act of growing eyeballs in someone's palm. Now it dared to be so arrogant, probably because it was picking on the weak, after all, Yun Xian looked easy to talk to.
Yun Xian felt a little itchy from the nudging of his eyeballs. He thought expressionlessly, "The Sword Pavilion's guardian sword? The Sect Leader might not even know about it."
"Taiping." She clenched her palms and sighed slightly, "I think you've taken the wrong path."
Taiping, who was still in a daze, suddenly felt a chill on his back.
…
Those who are recuperating are recuperating, those who are recruiting are recruiting, and those who are still furious are still furious. In short, after everyone's anticipation, the four-way war that is held every ten years has finally lifted the hazy veil, and people are about to see its true face.
On the day of the battle, Yun Xian finally understood what true bustle was like in Fengyun City, located in the center of the four realms.
The city gates were wide open, and people were still rushing in. Merchants and hawkers of all stripes streamed in endlessly. The shops lining the streets were all open to welcome customers, offering a dazzling display of vibrant colors. The further into the city, the more crowded it became. The casino crowd had already decided to close their doors and now huddled around the projection stone in mid-air, staring intently at the figures within.
The war was held every ten years, and each time it was such a grand event that it had already formed a large scale in this city. In particular, the obsidian projection stones, which were rarely seen in the outside world, had been set up in large areas in every direction of the east, west, south and north, with elite soldiers stationed on each side.
There are even people from Xuanbao Pavilion.
These Jianghu factions naturally need fresh blood, and the disciples of the sects involved in the Four-Way War are the perfect choice. This isn't just an internal war, it's also a battle between these external factions—who can strike first, who can discover uncut gems, who can turn stone into gold, and successfully expand their own power.
At this moment, Yun Xian and his group were getting ready to go.
After taking off the mask and changing into new clothes, Yun Xian weighed the new sword up and down a few times, wrapped the hilt with white cloth, and tied it firmly around his waist.
The ends of her hair had grown half an inch longer recently, so she tied it up higher. When she walked, her hair touched her neck and swayed in the wind, without being cumbersome. Her eyes sparkled, and she even looked a bit heroic.
Feng Ye also changed into his only set of clothes, and tragically wanted to die beautifully. Seeing Yun Xian playing with the sword again, he wondered, "You haven't put the sword down in the past few days."
"Get familiar with it again." Yun Xian explained, "It will be fine after a while."
Feng Ye: "How many days is a while?"
Yun Xian: "Wait until the calluses on your hands fit snugly against the hilt of the sword."
Feng Ye: “…”
I really don't understand you sword cultivators! No wonder there are so few casual cultivators learning swordsmanship. If you'd put that much time into learning the qin, you could have already performed at the Southern Realm Arts Festival!
The three people, looking brand new, crossed the streets and headed towards the center of the war, the secret desert.
The Desert Secret Realm gets its name from the vast, boundless expanse of sand within, its interior indistinguishable from the human eye. Naturally, it's impossible for it to be entirely desert; there are also rare forests, lakes, cliffs, and even an ancient battlefield. However, it's incredibly dangerous; entering it by mistake can lead to death or serious injury.
The entrance to the secret realm had not yet been fully opened, and four supervisors were still needed to work together to break the seal. When the three arrived, the entrance to the secret realm was already filled with disciples from various sects, wearing different colors and using different weapons, and it looked a bit messy.
Yun Xian looked around but didn't see Jimo Shu. But that made sense. With her special status, it was understandable that she didn't want to appear in such an occasion.
Why do the disciples of the Sword Sect seem to be looking for someone again?
Amidst the hustle and bustle, the familiar and arrogant sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance. The extremely luxurious carriage once again appeared in front of them with billowing dust. This time, it was even more undisguised, and it seemed to want to circle the field until it stopped in front of everyone.
The door curtain moved, and the distinguished guest inside turned around and came down, lightly waving a paper fan, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a poetic and elegant demeanor.
In the Southern Realm, Xue Lingxiu is the chief disciple of Miaoshou Sect.
Jian, the youngest son of the headmaster.
This wealthy young man was notoriously extravagant and high-profile, with extremely high demands and a reputation as difficult to deal with, no less than Liu Shi. However, his needlework skills had reached a high level, and coupled with his outstanding wealth and background, there was indeed no shortage of people supporting him no matter where he was.
And at this moment, there was someone sitting quietly next to him.
Amidst countless prying eyes, Zhong Changyao stepped out of the carriage. The elegant young man, as radiant as a jade tree, still wore that gentle, refined smile of a gentleman. He bowed slightly and said, "Brother Xue, thank you for your help."
Hearing the sounds of breathing around him, some heavy and some light, Yun Xian thought that something was wrong. He was really catching him off guard. Then he heard Qiao Lingshan sigh softly.
Yun Xian asked, "Why is the little old lady sighing?"
"Hmm?" Qiao Lingshan gave her a complaining look, as if to say, "You're asking questions even though you already know the answer." She sighed, "I was wondering how he wouldn't have heard what you said the other day. Look, to prevent his own hidden illness, he even went to the Southern Territory to seek medical treatment..."
Feng Ye understood the meaning and took a breath of cold air: "What, he actually..."
Yun Xian's feet slipped.
Qiao Lingshan was puzzled: "What's wrong? Am I wrong?"
"...No, it's not wrong." Yun Xian looked at her innocent face and sighed: "Why didn't I think you were so smart before?"
Four-way War
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