Chapter 10 The Mortal Sword Body Without a Moon
The people sitting in the seats also clearly heard his voice and looked over.
The man was wearing a yellow disciple's robe and looked very familiar.
When the sect leader of the Northern Mountain Sect saw the disciple's robes, his face darkened.
The sect leader of the Nanheng Sect, seated in the main seat, even had the urge to joke, "I remember the last competition was also a competition between disciples of the Beiyue Sect..."
She smiled, her eyebrows curving upwards, concealing the rest of her sentence.
The sect leader of Beiyue Sect turned even darker, while Fuyun Yao showed no displeasure at being provoked, her expression remaining calm as if the person was not talking about her.
The disciple from the Northern Peak Sect, however, didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. A cultivator beside him grabbed him, saying, "Are you crazy? What nonsense are you spouting?"
The disciple from the Northern Mountain Sect was unmoved. He shook off the hand that was pulling on his sleeve and raised his voice, "Hey, if you're not guilty, you don't need to let Chen Jian fight me. I'll give you three moves. If you can beat me, I'll admit defeat. If you can't beat me, then get off that position yourself!"
The monk beside him shook his head. "This man is beyond saving."
The Northern Mountain Sect Master's face turned ashen, and the smile on the face of the Southern Heng Sect Master, who had been teasing him, vanished.
The disciple from the Northern Mountain Sect still held his chin up, looking arrogant.
In the midst of the oppressive silence, a soft laugh suddenly broke the stillness.
Fu Yunyao leaned back, her fingers slightly bent and resting on her chin. She spoke, her voice carrying a faint smile.
"You want to compare yourself to me? Who do you think you are, to even be worthy?"
The disciple from the Northern Mountain Sect was furious upon hearing his words, "You don't dare? Coward!"
Fu Yunyao remained silent, her gaze, hidden behind the veil, never truly falling upon him.
The disciple of the Northern Mountain Sect strangely sensed her disdain from beneath her completely hidden bamboo hat and veil, which fueled his anger.
The sect leader of Beiyue originally intended to have his disciples take him away, but before he could speak, the disciple took out several explosive talismans from his sleeve and, ignoring the powerful figures from various sects around him, rushed directly towards Fuyun Yao's location.
The Northern Mountain Sect has always focused on talisman cultivation and weapon crafting. The same talisman drawn by them is even more powerful. Although the Northern Mountain Sect disciple said he looked down on Fu Yunyao, he actually used more talismans when he took action.
Several explosive talismans exploded together, raising a cloud of white smoke.
As the smoke dissipated, he smirked, looking ahead with a smug expression towards Fu Yunyao's location...
Absolutely empty?!
He was shocked. Before he could figure out what was happening, he felt a chill on his neck, and a cold glint in the eye...
An ordinary sword?!
The sword's edge, devoid of any spiritual energy, was covered in specks of frost—the sword intent belonging to Fu Yunyao.
The disciple of the Northern Mountain Sect was deeply affected, and his previously arrogant eyes dimmed.
Fu Yunyao sheathed her sword, and as soon as she released her grip, the sword flew out of her hand. The sword, which had been devoid of any spiritual energy fluctuations, seemed to suddenly come alive as it left her hand, landing back in the hand of a disciple below the stage, leaving behind a wisp of spiritual energy that lingered around her fingertips.
The owner of the spirit sword looked blankly as his natal sword fell into Fu Yunyao's hand, and then slowly flew back into his own.
The vein on the forehead of the Northern Mountain Sect Master throbbed, and he quickly summoned his sect's disciples to take the disgraceful Northern Mountain Sect disciple off the stage.
The cultivators below then came to their senses.
"What just happened? Isn't that young master of the Yaotai Realm a mortal? How could she emerge perfectly unharmed from so many explosive talismans without even using the Dust Sword!"
One cultivator said proudly, "What do you think? That's the movement technique of the Dust Sword Master!"
"Movement technique is secondary; she can actually use another cultivator's natal sword!"
"Hey, the young master of Yaotai Realm is born with a sword physique, okay? What spirit sword wouldn't like her?"
"But why did that spirit sword not have any spiritual energy fluctuation in her hand just now? I thought it was just an ordinary sword."
"I don't know. Maybe he's so talented that even God couldn't stand it."
"She can use other cultivators' natal swords, that's terrifying! What sword cultivator could possibly defeat her? What if her spirit sword betrays her halfway through the fight?"
“Fellow Daoist, you are overthinking it. A cultivator’s natal sword would never betray them. On the contrary, the young master of the Yaotai Realm can use every spiritual sword, but she can also not use any of them.”
"Huh?" The disciple who had asked the question earlier did not understand what she meant.
The cultivator explained, "A sword cultivator will only have one natal sword in their lifetime. She was favored by the spirit sword because of her innate sword body, but for a spirit sword that has already developed intelligence, the sword master who is connected to its natal sword is the most important."
Therefore, a cultivator's natal sword is unlikely to betray them; rather, the spiritual sword in her hand is more likely to do so. Ten years ago, in the cultivation competition, Senior Brother Wen of the Kunwu Sect defeated her precisely because of his connection with his natal sword.
Thinking back to that competition years ago, his eyes were filled with emotion.
"The disciples of the Northern Peak Sect were also foolish. Back then, when Fu Yunyao defeated many geniuses, what she held in her hand was a sword without any intelligence, just like an ordinary sword. In fact, if the sword she was holding hadn't suddenly betrayed and destroyed itself during her competition with Senior Brother Wen, it's uncertain who would have been the champion of that year's cultivation competition."
"It has been many years since we last met, and Young Master Yao's sword intent is even stronger than before."
The sound, like an ancient bell, contained profound Taoist wisdom, inspiring awe in those who heard it.
The Sect Master of Nanheng stood up, his beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, "Qingwu."
Qingwu, the sect leader of Kunwu Sect, is currently the number one cultivator in the cultivation world.
Qingwu sighed softly as he landed on the platform. The unintentional aura he exuded caused the surrounding disciples to step back. His snow-white hair was quite incongruous with his overly youthful appearance.
Fu Yunyao met his gaze through the veil and said, "If the sect leaders want to investigate my strength, they should find someone smarter."
She felt a little impatient. Sure enough, she hated dealing with people who were full of tricks and had lived for hundreds of years.
Since the troublemaker was one of his own disciples, the Northern Mountain Sect Master felt somewhat guilty and could only say, "This time it was my disciple's fault, and I will definitely take him to Yaotai Realm to apologize."
He had a headache. Last time his disciples caused trouble, he had given away his masterpiece, which he had prepared and meticulously crafted over many years, as an apology. What should he offer as an apology this time?
Fu Yunyao glanced at him and sighed inwardly; this kind of naive person was no good.
"Young Master Yao's words were so strange, but the other sect leaders didn't refute them either." In the corner, Song Anran, who had already arrived, watched the whole process and found it rather odd.
Jiang Wanyi concluded, "These major sects all seem very strange, don't they, Senior Brother?"
"Hmm." Fu Yusheng responded, his gaze falling on the figure in plain clothes on the stage.
These past few years, she seems... not to have had a good time.
The figure on the stage shifted slightly, almost instinctively, and he raised a smile, while Fu Yunyao's gaze lightly swept past him.
His smile faltered, and he stroked the white fox mask on his face.
Yes, to her now, he's just a stranger...
Fu Yunyao did notice him. He was leaning against a tree, a red tassel hanging from one side of his white fox mask. He looked at her with a smile in his eyes, a look she had only ever seen in one other person.
Fuyu was born...
Rang Chenjian remained motionless on one side, and Fu Yunyao frowned.
Are you really not him? You two look so alike, so why is Chen Jian not making a move?
Seven years of companionship and five years of fierce competition—in this world, no one understands each other better than Fu Yunyao and Fu Yusheng.
She had a vague feeling that it was him, but she was unwilling to admit it.
How could it be him?
It definitely wasn't him.
Fu Yunyao told herself this in her heart. Her hand touched the Rangchen Sword to the side, the cold hilt reminding her of its presence.
She had wielded the Dust-Slaying Sword for nearly ten years. If he were alive... no, he couldn't possibly be alive. She would never allow herself to become a sacrifice again.
As Fu Yunyao lowered her head in thought, someone was secretly observing her from the shadows.
"She has changed a lot compared to back then."
Jiang Yubai was dressed in a dark blue splendid robe, with jade pendants jingling at his waist. His long hair was tied up with a jade crown, with several strands braided into small braids. His face was exquisite, and he did not look like a cultivator. Instead, he looked more like a noble young master from some mortal family.
Cultivators have long lifespans, and ten years should have been nothing more than a blink of an eye for him. However, so much had happened in these ten years that made the once energetic Shi Yubai much more composed.
The orange-clad youth beside him glanced at him. "Haven't you changed too?"
Shi Yubai shook his head, "It's different. I still remember the first time I met her, it was at the cultivation competition ten years ago."
"I was even more impressed by her; I lost to her sword the first time I met her."
Shi Yu Bai laughed, “The sword he used when he competed with you was the one I brought to match my clothes. When it was her turn to compete, she said that she did not bring her sword. I was thinking at the time, how could someone not take the competition as seriously as I do?”
"So you gave her a decorative ordinary sword?"
"I originally thought that since she was, after all, just a mortal, the spirit sword would become a burden to her if it recognized its master. It would be better for her to use a mortal sword. At that time, I did not expect her to win. Who could have imagined that she could actually achieve the Dao with a sword while being a mortal?"
Su Fuying noticed the two people in the corner and moved closer. "Yu Bai, Min Xi, are you two reminiscing about the past here?"
Cheng Minxi looked up and met her gaze. "Since our young master misses her, I can only stay here with him."
Shi Yubai: "...Who misses her! Who am I? The young master of the Star Gazing Pavilion. There are plenty of people who want to befriend me. Why should I care about someone who... has no human touch whatsoever?"
In the current cultivation world, the five sects, one realm, and one pavilion are the leaders. The five sects are Kunwu Sect, Tianyan Sect, Nanheng Sect, Hengyang Sect, and Beiyue Sect. The pavilion is Guanxing Pavilion. As for the realm, it is Yaotai Realm, which has already secluded itself from the world.
Shi Yubai, the young sect master of the Star Gazing Pavilion, is the most peaceful and enthusiastic among the geniuses of his generation. For him to reveal his identity, it can only mean that his sore spot has been touched.
Su Fuying raised her eyebrows slightly, while Cheng Minxi shrugged helplessly, "Fine, fine, I miss her."
Shi Yubai, who was still indignant, suddenly fell silent. He looked at the empty spot and after a long while, he spoke.
"I admit, I do miss her a little."
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