Yue Wei was shocked and hastily raised his sword to block, but he was still forced back by the powerful sword energy and stumbled into the tree trunk behind him.
Just then, Shen Mengze, the sect leader, who was at the victory celebration banquet, suddenly frowned and looked up thoughtfully.
"This sword intent... could it be that the eldest disciple is practicing?" Sect Leader Shenmengze wondered to himself.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding guests began to flatter him.
"As expected of a disciple of Shenmengze, you are diligently studying and practicing even during your rest time!" an elder said with a smile.
“Yes, yes, such diligence is truly admirable,” another sect leader echoed.
The sect leader of Shenmengze smiled slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
However, just as everyone was still speculating, the sword intent suddenly vanished without a trace.
The guests looked at each other, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes.
Some people quietly swallowed, some unconsciously touched their noses, and some frowned slightly.
The sect leader of Shenmengze felt a chill in his heart, but his face remained expressionless.
He coughed lightly and said, "There must have been a slight mistake during the training. It's alright, young people are bound to make mistakes."
As he spoke, he subtly winked at an elder beside him.
The elder understood and quietly left the banquet hall.
The sect leader of Shenmengze maintained a friendly smile on his face, but a sense of unease crept into his heart.
"What exactly happened? I hope nothing goes wrong..."
Meanwhile, a thrilling battle is unfolding within the Shenmengze camp.
Xiao Feng was enveloped in a faint golden light, and his long sword moved like a snake spitting its tongue, each strike as fast as lightning.
Although Yue Wei and his group outnumbered Xiao Feng, they were no match for him.
"Bang!" Xiao Feng struck out with his palm, and a disciple was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Pfft!" Another sword strike, and another disciple's shoulder splattered with blood, and he screamed as he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
In the blink of an eye, only two or three disciples remained by Yue Wei's side who could barely stand.
They looked at Xiao Feng in horror, as if he were an invincible demon god.
Song Sinian, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded, feeling both shocked and overjoyed.
"I didn't expect this kid to be so capable! With him around, the Cloud Dream Sword is practically guaranteed!"
That's the truth.
Xiao Feng not only won brilliantly, but he also actually obtained the Yunmeng Sword!
Just then, Yue Wei suddenly shouted, "No! You absolutely cannot take the Yunmeng Sword!"
He struggled to his feet, his eyes flashing with madness.
"Even if it costs me my life, I will protect the Yunmeng Sword!"
Upon seeing this, Song Sinian felt a pang of anxiety.
He knew that if he really took the Yunmeng Sword away, Shenmengze would definitely not let it go.
At that time, Sanxian Island will likely also be implicated.
After a moment's thought, Song Sinian made a decision.
He turned to Xiao Feng and said, "Young brother, I'll give you this Yunmeng Sword."
Xiao Feng was taken aback and looked at Song Sinian with some confusion.
Song Sinian explained with a wry smile, "Our Three Immortal Islands are weak and vulnerable, and cannot withstand the retaliation of Shenmengze. But you are different. You have strength and the Qingzong Sect as your backer. It is more appropriate for you to keep the Yunmeng Sword."
Xiao Feng took the Yunmeng Sword, gently stroking its blade with his fingers, feeling the powerful spiritual energy contained within.
A flicker of joy crossed his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Thank you for the gift, Brother Song. I will certainly make good use of this sword."
Ouyang Mingyue stared intently at the sword in Xiao Feng's hand, a surge of emotion coursing through her.
That familiar sword light was exactly the same as the one who had taken liberties with him that day.
She couldn't help but bite her lower lip, a complex look flashing in her eyes.
Could it be...him?
Yu Yan was astonished to see Xiao Feng easily defeat Yue Wei and the others.
Her eyes darted around, and she immediately put on a fawning smile.
"You're quite something! Why don't you come visit our Hundred Flowers Valley and let us give you a proper welcome?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng sneered inwardly.
Baihua Valley, one of the accomplices in Jing Shen's death.
He smiled gently and nodded, saying, "Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking."
Yu Yan was overjoyed upon hearing this, secretly pleased that such a master should be treated well.
When the time comes, let the sisters take turns trying to win him over!
Her smile widened, and she said, "Great! I'll arrange it right away..."
Upon seeing this, Ouyang Mingyue felt a surge of displeasure.
She darted forward, pushing past Yu Yan, and asked with concern, "Young Master, are you injured? Would you like me to check you over?"
Xiao Feng watched as the two women vied to curry favor with him, and a cold smile crept across his face.
He still had a gentle smile on his face and said softly, "Thank you both for your concern, I'm fine."
Upon hearing Xiao Feng's words, Ouyang Mingyue blushed instantly.
She kept her head down, but her eyes shone with admiration, and she would steal glances at Xiao Feng every now and then.
Song Sinian noticed something amiss and couldn't help but tease, "Oh dear, Mingyue, your face is as red as a monkey's bottom. Could it be that you have feelings for Young Master Xiao?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ouyang Mingyue glared at Song Sinian, embarrassed and annoyed.
Song Sinian chuckled: "I'm not making this up. Your eyes, pounding like a deer, are practically devouring Young Master Xiao."
Ouyang Mingyue was both ashamed and angry. Just as she was about to retort, she suddenly remembered something and quickly knelt down on the ground: "Young Master Xiao, please take us in!"
Upon seeing this, Song Sinian quickly knelt down as well: "Yes, Young Master Xiao, we have nowhere else to go but to rely on you."
Two women knelt on the ground, looking pitifully at Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng frowned slightly, about to speak, when he suddenly felt a powerful aura approaching.
A dignified old man strode over; it was Elder Shenmengze.
His face was grim, and he roared angrily, "Who! Who seriously injured my Qingzong disciple!"
Before he could finish speaking, Yue Wei, sobbing, said, "Elder, I am incompetent. Not only did I fail to kill that remnant of the Demonic Sect, but he also stole the Yunmeng Sword from me."
Yue Wei was filled with remorse, thinking to himself, "If I had known this would happen, I should have fought to the death back then, and I wouldn't have ended up like this."
Upon hearing this, Elder Ye's expression darkened further.
He stared intently at Xiao Feng, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes: "Boy, hand over the Yunmeng Sword, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
Seeing that things were not going well, Song Sinian quickly explained, "Elders, please calm down! There is a misunderstanding. Young Master Xiao and Young Master Yue Wei were gambling, and the winner will receive the Yunmeng Sword. This is a fair trade, not a robbery."
Elder Ye was shocked upon hearing this, and immediately turned around and slapped Yue Wei hard across the face: "You bastard! How dare you gamble with sect treasures!"
Yue Wei was knocked back and dared not utter a sound.
"Elder, at this moment, retrieving the sword should be our top priority!"
Upon hearing this, Elder Ye frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
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