Chapter 6
Xie Wen didn't know why, but when she shouted "Sword, come!", countless swords flew towards her from behind, densely slicing across the sky, a truly magnificent sight.
Judging from this scene, it would be hard not to suspect that Xie Wen and Sikong Mingxue had some personal grudges.
But Xie Wen really didn't think that way! She really didn't want to kill the female lead! She wasn't tired of living. But everyone else thought differently.
Everyone watched in disbelief as their swords were summoned by a powerful sword intent. This move, "Sword Arrival," was a level that many people could not reach even after hundreds of years of dedicated practice, and even some elders of sects could not achieve it. Xie Wen had just summoned it like that? And was it to deal with Sikong Mingxue?
Chu Xianyue was really eager to drag Xie Wen down and ask her who sent her to mess with him.
Before things reached an irreversible point, Chu Xianyue silently recited an incantation, breaking Xie Wen's spell without a sound. In the blink of an eye, the dark mass of swords flying towards Xie Wen in mid-air stopped, seemingly stunned for a few seconds, not understanding how they suddenly appeared in the air. After a while, still not understanding, they scratched their heads and went home to their respective mothers.
Everyone's swords returned, except for one person's sword, which flew into Xie Wen's hand the instant Xie Wen shouted "Sword!" It was Sikong Mingxue's sword—Zhaoxue.
Because Sikong Mingxue's spiritual power was too weak, her sword intent was also weak, and even now she sometimes couldn't hold the sword steadily. After Xie Wen shouted at her, Zhaoxue Sword naturally seemed to have encountered a powerful magnet, and it instantly teleported into Xie Wen's hand.
Xie Wen looked down and saw a sword in her hand. She was overjoyed; was this her destined sword?
Looking up, Xie Wen said, "Hey, Mingxue, where's your sword?"
As expected of the female lead. Did Sikong Mingxue see through her true strength, which is why she didn't even bother to pick up a sword?
Of all those people, only Sikong Mingxue's sword was summoned by Xie Wen. Already feeling disappointed, she was further provoked by Xie Wen and couldn't hold back her tears, bursting into sobs. Large tears fell like broken pearls. "Senior Sister Xie Wen, I admit I'm not as good as you, but you don't have to humiliate me like this!"
She then ran off the stage, wiping away her tears. The crowd parted to make way for her; some couldn't bear to see Sikong Mingxue cry, and several disciples chased after her to comfort her, while others criticized Xie Wen for going too far.
Xie Wen, still standing on the platform with his sword in hand, stared blankly as Sikong Mingxue ran away.
It wasn't until Chu Xianyue coldly rebuked him, "What are you still standing there for, holding that person's sword? Hurry up and return it!"
Xie Wen looked at the sword in her hand. This was the first time she had summoned her sword since she transmigrated. Before this, she had no idea what her sword was called or what it looked like.
Xie Wen: No wonder Sikong Mingxue reacted so strongly. Wasn't she acting pretty shameless just now? She really didn't mean it! The other person had already run away, how was she going to explain it to them?
As Xie Wen stepped off the stage, he noticed a bright red fan hovering in mid-air, following him. Xie Wen raised his hand, palm up, and the fan flew over and obediently landed on his palm. "Damn it, so you were here all along. Why were you hiding? So sneaky. I had to look for you all this time."
Xie Wen's destined sword, or rather, his destined sword, is Yao Fang.
Normally, it's shaped like a fan, but with a pull, the sharp blade of a sword slowly unfolds, reflecting in Xie Wen's resolute and aloof eyes. Xie Wen tried it; although no one taught her, some things seemed etched into her DNA, as simple as eating and sleeping—she was born with them.
He practiced a few moves on the spot, the sound of the sword cutting through the air whistling past his ears, the distant grass and trees trembling from the sword energy. Xie Wen sheathed his sword and covered his mouth. "Hold back, Xie Wen. Even though you're this powerful without having learned anything, you can't be complacent."
Xie Wen is humble. Humility leads to progress, while pride leads to regression. Xie Wen understands this principle.
Xie Wen could only cover his mouth and secretly rejoice in a secluded place.
"Finally found your broken sword?" Chu Xianyue scoffed sarcastically.
Xie Wen hummed in agreement, raised her head, and felt a distinct difference in confidence with the sword. She felt radiant and full of power.
Her arrogance and smugness were blatantly displayed on her face. Chu Xianyue glanced at Xie Wen with disdain and said in a low voice, "The next trial will be held on Little Mirror Lake. No one is allowed to use swords."
Xie Wen's smile vanished.
Was Chu Xianyue deliberately messing with her? She finally managed to summon her natal sword, and now he's telling her she can't bring it to the next match? What will they fight then? Taekwondo? Sumo? MMA?
Chu Xianyue seemed quite satisfied to see Xie Wen's petty ambitions shattered in an instant, and said, "The next round is a competition on the lake, which tests your ability to coordinate various aspects such as internal strength and spell techniques. If you don't have that strength, entering the Little Mirror Lake illusion in the third level will be a dead end."
Xie Wen felt a chill run down his spine. Chu Xianyue continued, "Moreover, this competition isn't a random draw; it's a multi-stage selection process, relying solely on real skills. You might not have such good luck this time."
Xie Wen clicked her tongue. Why did she feel that Chu Xianyue really wanted to see her suffer a setback? Please, you are my master, not someone else's master. If Xie Wen loses face, won't Chu Xianyue lose face too?
"Stop making sarcastic remarks, okay? If that's the case, you should hurry up and think of a way to fix it. You're my master, for goodness sake," Xie Wen said.
As soon as she finished speaking, a person walked towards her, followed by several followers as always. Chi Yufei was like an NPC who would appear at fixed times, always triggering a mission at crucial moments to run up to Xie Wen and make sarcastic remarks.
Chi Yufei first bowed respectfully to Chu Xianyue, then turned to Xie Wen with a provocative smile and said sarcastically, "Senior Sister Xie Wen, what you just did was truly eye-opening. I regret that I wasn't drawn into the same group as you in the last round. I really hope that I can spar with you in the next round."
Chi Yufei was one of the strongest in the sect, displaying exceptional talent among ordinary disciples. However, compared to Xie Wen, she was like a little karaomi, always outshone by him. This fueled her jealousy and resentment; she wanted to compete with Xie Wen in everything, but she could never win. This only fueled her anger and resentment. From then on, she deliberately targeted and antagonized Xie Wen.
Xie Wen hummed in agreement, not paying any attention.
The more she acted this way, the more it showed that she looked down on Chi Yufei, which made Chi Yufei even angrier.
Xie Wen glanced at Chi Yufei behind him, who was jumping up and down in anger because of him, and secretly rejoiced. "I'll make you furious!"
Chu Xianyue watched Xie Wen's utterly despicable actions with a look of astonishment throughout. The thought of having to spend so much time with this man as his master and disciple made Chu Xianyue's stomach ache.
He was going to make this woman fall in love with him? Looking at Xie Wen's carefree attitude, he suddenly felt the pressure of time and the weight of the task. Chu Xianyue felt a bit of pressure.
Walking to the edge of Little Mirror Lake, I saw a large group of disciples who had passed the first trial suspended in mid-air on the lake surface, walking in a dark mass towards the center of the lake.
Xie Wen's smile faded, and he turned to ask Chu Xianyue, "Won't this really fall?"
Chu Xianyue said, "The internal force of the movement allows your body to reach a balance with the water surface. In addition, the surging spiritual energy in the center of the small mirror lake enhances the tension, allowing people to stand on the lake surface easily without falling in."
Xie Wen stretched his foot out onto the lake to test it. "Really?"
She tried to use her internal energy to maintain her balance, just as Chu Xianyue had suggested. She placed one foot on the lake surface and then the other. Sure enough, she didn't fall in.
It just doesn't feel as solid as standing on the road; stepping on the lake feels like walking on clouds—light and airy. There's no sense of reality.
Xie Wen found it amazing and turned back to Chu Xianyue with a smile, saying, "Look, I can walk on the lake!"
This was just a basic operation for Chu Xianyue. He didn't understand it, yet he was so happy to have done something so simple. He was incredibly foolish. However, reflected in Xie Wen's gentle, spring-like smile, Chu Xianyue's features softened as if touched by the flowing spring water.
Chu Xianyue followed Xie Wen to the center of the lake. With the center of the lake as the center, the crowd automatically lined up to form a huge circle, creating a natural boundary barrier.
The crowd whispered among themselves, and after a short while, the disciples in charge of organizing this trial began to pit the participants against each other in pairs, based on the rankings from the previous Little Mirror Lake trial, from highest to lowest.
"The first match is between Xie Wen and Chi Yufei."
Xie Wen subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Chi Yufei, who was sitting directly opposite him with a look of certainty, a silent provocation.
Xie Wen: I was too hasty. I should have known better than to upset her. It's true what they say, you should always leave yourself an out.
Dressed in a close-fitting outfit, Chi Yufei walked towards the center of the lake while adjusting her wrist guards. Her slanted eyebrows and phoenix eyes already carried a strong sense of aggression, and when she looked at Xie Wen, they seemed to become even sharper.
Xie Wen, a newbie who just left the beginner village, was just fighting against the last place, and now she has to fight against the second place?
Xie Wen let out a breath and steadied herself. The person in front of her was number one.
You need to give yourself a mental boost: what's so great about being second? I'm number one.
In the center of the lake, Xie Wenhe and Chi Yufei stood facing each other in a large circle formed by the crowd.
Before going on stage, Chu Xianyue told her to silently recite the mental technique, circulate her internal energy, and make the lake water transform from intangible to tangible, and the swordless to a sword.
Xie Wen closed his eyes to sense the internal energy in his chest and circulate it.
Chi Yufei used her spiritual power to create a huge wave. The water of Little Mirror Lake was inherently spiritual. If a cultivator could properly circulate their inner energy and resonate with the lake water, they could control the lake water at will.
In the blink of an eye, the blue lake water surrounding Chi Yufei surged, the water beneath her feet became turbulent, and towering waves crashed. Seeing this, the disciples retreated dozens of meters. The waves grew higher and higher, until Chi Yufei was completely submerged in them.
On one side was a colossal object formed from massive waves, while on the other side, Xie Wen, supported by the enormous object held aloft by Chi Yufei, looked like a tiny bacterium.
At first glance, the outcome seemed certain. But after what had just happened, no one dared to underestimate Xie Wen; she was capable of unleashing "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One." They wondered what other powerful move she was brewing up now.
Everyone held their breath, not daring to miss a single exciting moment.
Standing on the opposite side of the giant wave, Xie Wen hadn't expected everyone to have such high expectations of her. If she knew, she would be extremely moved. She scratched her head with her hand behind her back and said, "Oh, I'm not that amazing."
At this moment, Xie Wen was thinking about how she should dodge such a huge wave.
There is no way to avoid it.
Xie Wen recited the incantation Chu Xianyue had just taught her, her heart filled with sword intent. Sword!
The lake water surged up from beneath Xie Wen's feet, condensing into a transparent blue sword in his palm. The sword clashed with the oncoming giant wave, and the powerful impact swept through the surrounding crowd like a raging flood. People were thrown to the ground, and those who didn't fall only managed to stabilize themselves by circulating their internal energy.
Giant waves exploded in the air, and a sun shower fell gently, with raindrops dancing on the lake, the cool rain refreshing everyone.
Only Chi Yufei's head was soaked as if someone had poured a basin of water on it, and she glared angrily at Xie Wen in a disheveled state. Under the hazy mist, the woman could be seen standing with her arms crossed, her smiling face like a sudden sun shower.
Chu Xianyue stood motionless, unmoved by the impact. His blue robes and hair were soaked by the drizzle for a few seconds; the fine raindrops felt cool and slightly itchy on his skin, as if someone had touched his face. Chu Xianyue paused for a moment, then looked up. The raindrops glistened in the sunlight.
The next second, it was as if a special barrier had been erected above his head, and the sky cleared up just for him.
Suddenly, Chu Xianyue felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, and a little figure popped out, tilting his head and smiling, saying, "How about that? Your disciple is still the best to his master. Who else would care about you so much and use magic to shield you from the rain? You must remember my kindness."
Xie Wen grinned, feeling incredibly smug. Regardless, Chu Xianyue had indeed played a crucial role. Naturally, she had to thank him, flatter him, and hope he would be in a good mood to teach her more.
Chu Xianyue blinked. For a moment, he stared at Xie Wen, stunned.
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