The young man in white behind Chen Nianzhi stepped forward. He was dressed as a scholar, but had a strong physique. He said in a loud voice, "Meng Hao is willing to fight in place of the academy."
A loud cheer erupted from the stands, and even the disciples preparing to perform their sword dance in the square joined in, shouting Bai Yu's name.
Meng Hao from the Academy is one of the Four Heroes of the Capital, and Bai Yu from the Martial Academy is his equal, so everyone calls him Bai Yu.
Bai Yu blushed. He did not accept the challenge. He had been seriously injured when Qin Luo punched through his silver armor at Longhu Temple and had not fully recovered.
Jiang Ding knew about Bai Yu's situation. He rubbed his hands together, like a pine tree, seemingly weak but able to stand firm in the gale. "Chen Nianzhi, it's no fun for juniors to spar. If you've got the guts, let's have a real fight."
The audience erupted in cheers, with even the powerful figures from various factions eager to witness the spectacle.
Qin Luo knew that position was a symbol of status. Although the Spirit Sword Sect was not as powerful as many other forces, they still had to give face to Lu Ming, the old sword immortal.
Chen Nianzhi smiled calmly: "A gentleman is not a vessel. Meng Hao, let's go and pay our respects to the old sword immortal."
"promise!"
Meng Hao left with Chen Nianzhi.
Jiang Ding looked at Qin Luo and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Daoist Qin."
Qin Luo smiled and shook his head.
Qiu Wuji then welcomed the other guests who had come to witness the ceremony, including Wu Qiuhao, the sword saint of the Wu family in the capital, who had once come to Longhu Temple to challenge the sword, but unfortunately had not been able to draw his sword in the end.
Wu Qiuhao brought his grandson to Qin Luo and said, "Master Qin, I didn't expect to meet you here. This is my grandson, Wu Duan."
Wu Duan bowed respectfully, "Master Qin."
Qin Luo knew that Wu Qiuhao was very skilled in swordsmanship, so he smiled and said, "Senior, if you have time, we can spar."
"Next time, next time."
Wu Qiuhao felt a chill run down his spine.
He had experienced Qin Luo's oppressive aura before.
Duan Shifang walked over and said warmly, "Sword Saint Wu, your seat is over here."
"Okay, okay."
Wu Qiuhao left immediately.
Wu Duan didn't leave. He looked at Qin Luo with a strange smile. "Master Qin, I heard that the Flower Fairy warmed your bed. Is that true?"
Qin Luo shook his head. "It's all baseless. Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
"It's hard to say."
Wu Duan said in a serious tone.
Qin Luo shook his head awkwardly, but Hua Ying had indeed stayed in his room for a period of time.
Wu Qiuhao ran over and pinched Wu Duan's ear, saying, "You brat, if you can't speak properly, then don't speak."
"Grandpa, be gentle!" Wu Duan cried out in pain. "You don't care about your reputation, but I do!"
The younger generation burst into laughter when they saw it.
There were many promising young talents present, and each faction brought one or two outstanding juniors to observe the ceremony.
Soon, the semi-circular viewing platform was filled with powerful figures from various forces. Li Jianwei stood behind Qin Luo and introduced the various forces present to Qin Luo, "Master Qin, that is Ouyang Hen, a sword-making master from Sword Casting City. To his left is Zhou Shang, an elder of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect, and at the very end is Xiao He, an elder of the Fenglei Sword Sect."
Upon hearing the name of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect, Qin Luo couldn't help but think of Shen Jingqiu, who had perished deep within the Purple Cloud Mountains.
She also received a "gift" from Shen Jingqiu.
Qin Luo did not see Hua Ying; all the various factions attending the ceremony were related to swordsmanship.
Qiu Wuji stood in the middle of the viewing platform and said with a smile, "Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend the grand ceremony of our Great Xia Sword Sect."
All the disciples of the Great Xia Sword Sect stood up and bowed in the direction of the viewing platform.
"The sect ceremony officially begins!"
Knock knock knock!
The sound of drums was deafening.
The disciples of the Great Xia Sword Sect scattered across the square, drawing their longswords and brandishing them in perfect unison. They condensed a powerful sword intent, and their shouts resounded through the sky.
Qin Luo sat high up watching the younger generation's performance, and felt a sense of déjà vu.
A golden warship arrived above the Great Xia Sword Sect. An old man dressed in black stood at the bow, his eyes gloomy and a strange smile on his face. "So lively, yet you didn't invite us, the Burial Sword Mountain?"
The sect's grand ceremony was interrupted.
Everyone gazed at the golden warship high above.
Qiu Wuji frowned slightly, but smiled and said, "You've come from afar, please take a seat."
On the golden warship, standing beside the old man in black was a burly young man in a golden robe. He had golden lightning patterns between his brows and looked down at the Great Xia Sword Sect. "I've heard there are many sword masters here. Who among you dares to fight me?"
The Great Xia Sword Sect was completely silent. The younger generation of geniuses could sense that the burly young man in the golden robe was no ordinary person. He dared to provoke the Great Xia Sword Sect, so the strength of Burial Sword Mountain was unimaginable.
The golden-robed youth looked towards the viewing platform. He glanced at the senior experts from various factions and said with a mocking expression, "It seems that the sword cultivators in the mortal realm are all cowardly rats clinging to life."
He not only provoked the Great Xia Sword Sect, but also the various forces present. Not to mention the younger generation of prodigies, even the older generation of experts on the viewing platform were somewhat displeased.
"I'll do it!"
(I apologize for not being able to update regularly due to caring for a sick family member.)
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