The following day, at dawn, at Huayang Palace, on the Sword Testing Platform.
The current Emperor of Dafeng, Yuan Suiyun, who is over sixty years old, sat in the highest position in the center of the high platform for watching the battle, surrounded by officials like stars around the moon.
Beside him was the twenty-two-year-old Crown Prince, the future legitimate heir to the Great Feng Dynasty—Yuan Yue.
Yuan Yue was tall and handsome, standing like a pine tree from afar.
However, this face, which should have been full of vitality, was now haggard and listless, clearly due to prolonged indulgence in wine and women.
He nodded wearily to his personal guard beside him.
The guard understood and immediately picked up three incense sticks, each as tall as a person, and inserted them into the incense burner below the sword-testing platform.
"The Sword Trial Competition is about to begin. Elders of all sects, please take your seats!"
With a sharp cry from the eunuch, renowned figures from the Holy Land entered the palace one after another from outside the gates.
The first to enter was Xuan Yuan Wujin, known as the Sword Emperor for three hundred years. His "Human Emperor Sword Dao" was unparalleled, and he enjoyed a legendary status in the Holy Domain for three hundred years. He was the undisputed grandmaster of the Holy Domain.
Behind him was a man in blue robes, wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a slender sword.
He is Ao Shuyu, the sect leader of the Quejian Sect. He possesses the unique Fine Rain Sword Technique and has become a grandmaster over the past century. He has more than a thousand disciples, each of whom is outstanding.
The next person to enter was Feng Baixue, the city lord of Ling Shuang City.
Feng Baixue has dominated the Holy Domain for 270 years. According to him, he started practicing Qi cultivation at the age of four, swordsmanship at the age of five, and by the age of seven, he had surpassed his father to become the number one person in Ling Shuang City.
I now consider myself the best in the Nine Realms in the last hundred years in terms of cultivation, swordsmanship, knife skills, and fist techniques.
Aside from these three, a group of people with considerable skill in kendo entered the imperial city one after another and found their own seats on the referee's platform.
The atmosphere became lively, and everyone began to exchange their insights on martial arts.
“Last night, my wife and I performed a set of the God Worship Sword Technique in our boudoir. With a single move, I pierced through my wife’s defenses and subdued her with my sword.”
"What you've done is nothing. Last night I had a martial arts contest with my eighteenth concubine."
I used my fingers as a sword, unleashing a series of 123 sword strikes in quick succession, so fast that it was impossible to even open my eyes. The concubine trembled violently and begged for mercy on the spot.
"This is truly laughable. Your sword techniques are far too outdated, inferior to the sword-sitting skill I demonstrated last night when I sparred with the disciples of the Holy Yin Sect."
I feinted with the Azure Dragon Emerging from the Cave, followed by the Immortal Pointing the Way, and finally decisively switched to the Wudang Pine Peak.
The three moves were executed in a coordinated and interconnected manner, giving her absolutely no chance to retaliate before she was utterly defeated.
Everyone chimed in, offering their own detailed and insightful analysis of swordsmanship.
The scene was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Yuan Suiyun glanced at the referee's platform. Everyone was present except for the Nanshan Sword Sect's seat, which was empty. He frowned.
"Why is Sect Leader Xue not here?"
"Your Majesty, the son of Sect Leader Xue was recently poisoned to death in the street. It is likely that Sect Leader Xue was too grief-stricken to come here because of the loss of his son."
"Oh, has the murderer been caught?"
"Commander Zhang is conducting a thorough investigation."
"Alright, tell Uncle Zhang that the Nanshan Sword Sect is a sacred domain sect of Xuan Su."
Now that such a tragedy has occurred, we must thoroughly investigate it and ensure that the murderer is brought to justice.
Upon hearing the news of Xue Jianren's death, Yuan Suiyun's eyes revealed a rare hint of joy.
The Nanshan Sword Sect and the Xu family of Bashu have maintained close ties in recent years and have begun to openly disregard the Great Feng Dynasty.
Seeing Xue Tieyi suffer a setback, he was naturally in a great mood.
As for who the murderer is, he doesn't care, and he hopes that they will never be caught, so that Dong Zhongying and Xu Rong can deal with the murderer while he suffers alone.
Bang!
Just then, a golden gong rang out.
"Young Master Xu, the second son of the Prince of Bashu, has arrived!"
"The Crown Prince of Xiliang, Prince Dong, has arrived!"
"Princess Dingbian of Xiliang, Princess Dong has arrived!"
Instantly, all the civil and military officials present, along with everyone on the referee's platform, stood up.
Seeing this, Yuan Suiyun's face turned extremely gloomy.
These people only gave him a perfunctory bow when they saw him.
But when they saw the people from these princely mansions, their attitude was even more solemn than that of the emperor himself.
He suppressed his anger, tried his best to maintain an elegant demeanor, and greeted the group with a smile.
"Your Majesty."
The three proud sons of the world casually bowed to Yuan Suiyun.
Even if they didn't really respect the emperor, they still had to put on a show.
Yuan Suiyun nodded with "gratification": "No need for formalities. You three juniors are really something. Quickly sit down and come with me to look at the swords."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The three men wore forced smiles; they were all cunning foxes.
Not long after they were seated, another loud shout came from outside the sword-testing platform.
"Yu Pin Xuan, Yu Xuanji has arrived."
Then, a luxurious carriage drove into the sword-testing platform, the air filled with a misty rain of flowers, creating a scene of poetic beauty.
When the carriage appeared, Dong Chao, Xu Shuyu, and Crown Prince Yuan Yue couldn't help but turn their attention to it.
"Miss Fish, I miss you so much that I can't eat or sleep, and even when we're intimate, I fantasize about your beautiful figure beneath me."
Yuan Yue stared intently at the approaching carriage, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
He was completely captivated the moment he had the chance to see Yu Xuanji's back.
However, due to his special status, he was not allowed to frequent places of entertainment, which made him even more restless.
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