"Please, fairy!" Huang Wenlong struck a pose, exuding elegance.
Ning Yuyao didn't say much. She lightly tapped the Cloud Frost Sword, and the sharp, icy sword energy pierced straight at Huang Wenlong's face. Huang Wenlong was startled and dared not be careless. He protected his body with an earthy yellow light and swung his sword to block.
"Jingle bells!"
Swords flashed, and the chilling aura clashed with the earthy energy.
Ning Yuyao's swordsmanship was exquisite, her figure graceful and ethereal, as if treading on ice and snow. Each sword strike carried a chilling aura, firmly suppressing Huang Wenlong.
Huang Wenlong, on the other hand, became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He was listed in the Fengyun Record and had a high opinion of himself. He thought he could show his strength, but he didn't expect to find his opponent so difficult to deal with.
The purity of the opponent's sword intent far exceeded his expectations!
"It seems... I can't hold back anymore!"
With a sudden thought, a string of small, yellowish-brown stones flew out of Huang Wenlong's storage bag at his waist and began to spin rapidly around him.
Before Ning Yuyao could thrust her sword in, the stone absorbed the frost energy, causing the Cloud Frost Sword to tremble...
Guan Yingying, on the other side, watched with some confusion.
Given Ning Yuyao's actual combat strength, this damn young sect leader would have a very hard time lasting more than three rounds...
But now, the situation has reached a stalemate?
Moreover, judging from the looks of it, Ning Yuyao seems to have fallen into a disadvantageous position, and is about to be worn down by the opponent's strange magic weapon...
"clang!"
Sure enough, not long after, a crisp sound was heard. Ning Yuyao's Cloud Frost Sword was deflected by the opponent's sudden burst of sword strike. Her figure swayed slightly, as if she lost her footing, and she took a small half step back before regaining her balance.
A strand of hair, severed by the sword's energy, slowly drifted down.
Huang Wenlong remained in the sword-drawing stance, quite shocked.
This victory was hard-won! This little-known Ice Fairy actually possesses such formidable fighting power.
Judging from this, he'll most likely secure a place in the Chronicles of Heroes!
Guan Yingying, who was behind them, was completely dumbfounded.
Junior sister...lost?
Really? Aren't you being a little too obvious?
At this moment, Guan Yingying suddenly remembered that apart from her, almost no one here knew Ning Yuyao's true combat strength, so the battle just now seemed quite reasonable.
"Thank you for your consideration..."
Ning Yuyao's cold voice rang out, revealing no emotion, as if the defeat just moments before had never happened.
Huang Wenlong finally came to his senses, and was instantly overwhelmed with immense joy!
He quickly sheathed his sword, his face beaming with smiles, about to step forward and say something, such as inviting her to dinner... but he saw that Ning Yuyao had already sheathed her Cloud Frost Sword and walked back to the bamboo pavilion expressionlessly.
"Young Master Huang's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary."
Guan Yingying stepped forward at the right moment, smilingly blocking Ning Yuyao's path. "The sparring is over. My junior sister is feeling a little tired and needs to meditate. Young Master Huang, please return."
"Uh...this..."
Huang Wenlong's smile froze on his face. Looking at Guan Yingying's gentle yet unquestionable smile, and Ning Yuyao's cold and aloof demeanor, not even glancing at him, all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.
He could only force a smile and say, "Yes, yes, Fairy Ning needs to rest, so I won't disturb you any longer. I'll ask you for guidance another day... another day!"
After saying this, he left dejectedly with his entourage, looking puzzled.
"Junior Sister, what... are you trying to do?"
Guan Yingying looked at Ning Yuyao with a meaningful gaze.
Ning Yuyao did not answer, but silently looked in the direction of the mountain path, a trace of barely perceptible disappointment flashing deep in her eyes.
Still hasn't come...?
...
After five days of trekking, Shen Yunhao and his companions finally arrived at Tanghuo City.
As soon as they landed, Ma Tianyu couldn't wait to run out to "gather intelligence," while the still dejected Pang Shunan was left to be led by Shen Yunhao.
During the few days on the airship, under Shen Yunhao's deliberate guidance, Pang Shunan remained taciturn, but the deathly despair in his eyes seemed to have faded somewhat. However, he appeared more sullen and bewildered.
"Brother Pang, take it easy."
Shen Yunhao patted his shoulder and pointed to the bustling crowds on both sides of the street—peddlers, laborers, cultivators, and mortals—"This world is vast. Some seek immortality, some seek wealth, some seek freedom, and some seek peace of mind. Love, though unforgettable, is merely a scene on life's journey. Once it's gone, let it go. Look at all these people; who doesn't have some regrets? The important thing is not to let others' mistakes punish your own life."
Pang Shunan lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "Brother Shen, am I...am I really that useless? A piece of trash with no talent?"
"Useless?" Shen Yunhao stopped and looked at him coldly. "Do you know what it means to have useless talent?"
Pang Shunan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Shen Yunhao.
"Let me tell you..." Shen Yunhao gave a self-deprecating laugh, "The so-called 'useless talent'... means you're even worse than a first-grade talent, the so-called... waste! A real waste! And I, for a full eight years, have borne the title of 'useless talent'..."
"How is that possible?"
Pang Shunan was suddenly shocked. "Brother Shen, don't lie to me. Even that Senior Brother Bai is afraid of you. How could you have a useless bone structure?"
"Then let me finish..."
Shen Yunhao sighed and finally began to recount this less-than-glorious matter.
Hearing the end, Pang Shun'an remained stunned for a long time, finally murmuring, "That fairy was so kind..."
“Yes! Yao’er is really good to me!” Shen Yunhao smiled and patted his shoulder again. “So, you’re not wrong. You just met the wrong person at the wrong time. And now, what you need to do is let go of these mistakes and focus on the future…”
"Looking to the future..."
"Honestly, I'm quite envious of you!"
"Envious of...me?"
“Yes, you’re just a mortal, yet you can earn top-grade spirit stones for the immortal sects, while I…” At this point, Shen Yunhao counted on his fingers, “I’m just a freeloader, and I probably won’t be able to pay back what I owe her in this lifetime! If I had your amazing money-making ability, maybe I could…”
"..."
Pang Shunan lowered his head, but Shen Yunhao noticed that the young man's expression had clearly relaxed a lot.
"So, when you're feeling down, think about those truly useless people... and if that doesn't work, think about me!"
"..."
"There are so many people worse off than you, more miserable than you. Only when you completely let go of the past can you truly embrace the future... And then, if you meet the right person, your life... will be better than 90% of the people in this world! What else could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"
Hearing this, Pang Shunan finally took a deep breath. "I understand, Brother Shen!"
"Good that you understand... If you can't spend the money you earn in the future, just give it to your older brother!"
...
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