Private room on the third floor.
As the host, Lu Xiaofeng smiled slightly and served tea to everyone: "Brother Ye, Brother Murong, and a few ladies, please have some tea."
"Lu Xiaofeng, you invited me here just to have tea?"
Ye Gucheng's eyes were cold and sharp, with one side of his bangs covering half of his eyes, and his voice was like his sword, icy and piercing.
Lu Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "Although the chances are slim, I still want to persuade you to give up your duel with Ximen Chuixue."
"Why not advise Ximen Chuixue instead of me?" Ye Gucheng said coldly.
“He’s a stubborn person. I’ve known him for so long and I’ve never seen him change his mind,” Lu Xiaofeng said, shaking her head.
Ye Gucheng's lips curled slightly as he glanced at Lu Xiaofeng with a cold smile.
Until Lu Xiaofeng shrugged guiltily: "You're a stubborn person too, so I can't persuade anyone."
Ye Gucheng sipped his tea, glancing sideways with eyes like the sharp edge of a sword, dazzling and piercing: "Aren't you going to introduce your sworn brother?"
Lu Xiaofeng winked at Murong Fu, as he himself did not know what Murong Fu's real name was.
"Songzhou, Murong Fu," Murong Fu said with a faint smile.
"Northern Song Dynasty? Southern Murong?" Ye Gucheng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
"Has the Lord of Baiyun City heard of my name?" Murong Fu was quite surprised.
"The two most famous young people in the Northern Song Dynasty, Murong in the South and Qiao Feng in the North, have proven their reputations to be well-deserved after meeting them today."
Ye Gucheng's expression became slightly more serious, his attitude more humble, and the coldness he had maintained finally dissipated somewhat.
"I have long heard of the name of the Lord of Baiyun City, even though I am far away in Songzhou."
The two were complimenting each other, which Yunluo couldn't stand.
Yunluo curled her lip and said, "What's the point of you praising each other? Why don't you just have a fight?"
A deep sense of apprehension flashed in Ye Gucheng's eyes, and he gently shook his head: "No need, I am no match for Young Master Murong."
Yunluo was surprised and asked, "Aren't you known as a sword immortal? How come you're so weak?"
"weak?"
Ye Gucheng's gaze was cold and desolate, like a sharp sword piercing towards Yunluo.
Yunluo was so frightened that she slumped into her chair, almost falling over.
"Not bad sword intent. Lord Baiyun's swordsmanship is excellent, especially his bullying and oppressive nature, which suits my taste very well. Coincidentally, I also like it."
Before he could finish speaking, Murong Fu's expression turned icy cold.
In an instant.
An invisible pressure slammed down on Ye Gucheng, as if it possessed immense power.
Click!
The chair he was sitting on shattered, and his body pierced through the floor, causing him to fall to the second floor, where he then pierced through the floor before finally landing in the lobby on the first floor.
The guests at the inn were all stunned.
"It's Ye Gucheng!"
How could he have fallen from the building?
"Could it be a contest of internal strength?"
"Looks like he lost the competition."
"..."
The whispers, the mocking looks, and the shocked glances made Ye Gucheng want to kill them all for a moment.
In a private room on the third floor, Lu Xiaofeng said in a daze, "Young Master Murong, is it really that serious?"
Murong Fu shrugged, calmly took a sip of tea, and said in a low voice, "As I just said, I like to bully the weak and oppress the strong."
Yunluo was completely stunned, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration. So domineering, so handsome, I love him!
A short while later.
Ye Gucheng walked up the stairs.
On the surface, it appears completely unharmed.
However, a seed called fear was planted in his heart.
That power was indescribable and irresistible, as if facing not humans, but ferocious beasts from the wilderness.
Ye Gucheng gave Murong Fu a deep look and said, "Young Master Murong, impressive skills."
“The Lord of Baiyun City is not bad either.” Murong Fu continued to sip his tea and said with a faint smile, “I have met Ximen Chuixue, and his swordsmanship is not as good as yours.”
Ye Gucheng asked, "Oh? You think I'll win?"
"No, he will win."
Murong Fu shook his head.
Ye Gucheng continued, "Why?"
Murong Fu said, "You came with a mind set on death, while he came with a mind set on victory. It is obvious who will win between you two."
These words were spoken.
Ye Gucheng and Lu Xiaofeng were both shocked.
What does Murong Fu know? Or rather, does he know everything?
“I don’t understand.” Princess Yunluo scratched her head and asked, “Murong Fu, what you’re saying sounds so profound.”
Murong Fu smiled mysteriously, keeping everyone in suspense: "Time will tell. We'll know in three days."
Suddenly.
Murong Fu said, "A celestial being descending from the heavens may become a legend."
Ye Gucheng remained silent for a long time before saying, "Perhaps you can help me pass it on."
Murong Fu shook his head again and said indifferently, "I am not interested, but I can recommend a disciple for you."
Ye Gucheng was somewhat intrigued: "Who is it?"
"I! I want to learn!"
Yunluo raised her hand, her little face beaming with excitement.
But then he saw Murong Fu looking at Yue Lingshan.
Ye Gucheng glanced at it and shook his head: "They don't have the sword heart, they can't learn it."
Murong Fu said, "It's alright, just teach me."
Ye Gucheng said, "I will only teach you once."
The words fell.
He had already drawn his sword.
The sword is beautiful, but the swordplay is even more beautiful.
Like a fairy dancing, sword energy spread unnoticed.
When they came to their senses, everything vanished, as if in a dream.
"Wonderful, wonderful! The sword intent manifests, a beauty dances with the sword, a celestial being descends from the heavens—truly living up to its name." Murong Fu shook his head and smiled as he commented.
“Brother Ye’s swordsmanship is exquisite, but unfortunately I, Lu, lack the talent to learn swordsmanship,” Lu Xiaofeng said.
Yue Lingshan and Yun Luo exchanged a glance, and then their vision went black. They had only seen the dazzling and beautiful dance of the dancers, and then nothing more.
Shangguan Haitang seemed to be deep in thought. She was a mid-stage Grandmaster. Although her acupoints were sealed, her eyesight was still intact, and she could barely discern some of the artistic conception, but not much.
Ye Gucheng sheathed his sword, quite pleased with himself: "Can you understand it?"
In terms of internal strength and cultivation, he is no match for Murong Fu.
However, when it comes to swordsmanship, Ye Gucheng is arrogant, believing that no one in the world can surpass him, and the only one who can rival him is Ximen Chuixue.
"Hehe, I know a little bit about it."
As Murong Fu spoke, he used his finger as a sword to shoot out a wisp of sword energy, which transformed into a mountain stream, captivating the viewer like a miniature version of a celestial being descending from the heavens.
"He actually learned it."
Ye Gucheng stared wide-eyed, seemingly in disbelief.
Don't be fooled by the fact that the miniature version of "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens" doesn't have any immortals dancing and its power is only average. It has already captured the essence of the scene. With just a little polishing, it can be replicated as the real "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens".
Yue Lingshan looked at him with admiration: "Husband, you are amazing."
Yunluo nodded in agreement: "What a beautiful sword."
Murong Fu smiled slightly, "It's alright, I'll teach you later, I'll teach you step by step."
The two women nodded subconsciously.
Yunluo didn't realize that Murong Fu meant "husband" because she was still immersed in the excitement of learning the Celestial Immortal Technique.
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