Chapter 003: The Female Warrior Star (II)

I have also heard more sinister rumors from former colleagues, claiming that the one who engages daily with this young Wuqu star is none other than Lan Xiangyun, the foremost among the Four Heroes of the Luoyue Liuxiang Pavilion. Moreover, it is said that she can no longer keep up with the changes in the swordsmanship of this young Wuqu star.

The silver-haired youth clasped his hands in a salute towards Song Jinyong and said: "In the world of martial arts, victory is determined by three parts technique, three parts courage, three parts intellect, and one part luck. No matter how strong her techniques are, she only has a three-part chance of winning; the rest will be revealed upon meeting."

"What do you mean by 'good'? Don't you want him to be immensely successful?" Bai Mei asked in surprise

Hong Xi remained silent for a moment, then turned to glance at the silver-haired youth standing behind him

Oh dear ~ ~ ~ ~ my great swordsman, have you gone mad again? Did you take your medicine today? '' A lazy voice came from behind her

Indeed, Junior Master, bring him into your harem. What are we waiting for? Let's hurry and go

No, I... I want to finish reading his newly released sword technique. I hope to learn it by tonight," the girl said nervously, stroking the sword manual, her eyes shining.

Sigh, Xiaofeng, do not be overly confident. This selection is primarily a test of strength. Although you have diligently studied the experiences and knowledge of wandering the world, for so many years, you have only been able to wield the basic sword techniques of the Qimen. How can you compete with these exceptionally talented individuals who are well-versed in various fields? It is better to be humble in life—" Hong Xijue said with a smile, observing the sullen and silent Song Jinrong, feeling exceptionally pleased in his heart. It is better to be humble in life—" Hong Xijue said with a smile, observing the sullen and silent Song Jinrong, feeling exceptionally pleased in his heart

Hmph, he is still far from it. Although Hong Xi Jue spoke defiantly, there was a hint of warmth in his eyes

Oh, has your sword obsession mode been activated again? Alright, I will go find my grandmaster, you take your time playing.

Hmm. Look at these few moves, and these few moves as well. My goodness, this is simply a dance of swords. If these moves were truly executed, how breathtaking it would be, how soul-stirring and bone-chilling, how exquisitely beautiful. Charming one, I think... I have fallen in love again.

"Hello, Master Hong, the disciple you trained was once hailed as a prodigy of the world. If he were to spar with this young Wuqu star, who would be more formidable?" Song Jinyong asked half mockingly.

"Little Master Uncle, allow me to offer you some guidance," Bai Mei said with a cheerful smile. "This is not love; it is merely infatuation. The techniques you are observing, I believe, are far too strenuous to execute. This particular move consumes at least fifty percent of one's internal energy. And this move here, just to gather strength at the start, will deplete thirty percent of your internal energy. If you were to unleash them all in one go, and the enemy does not perish, you would exhaust yourself instead. That would be akin to dancing with a sword at the cost of one's life."

"Little Master Uncle, I have been waiting at the Shrinking Platform for a whole incense stick's time. Why are you still here reading leisurely? Master Uncle Ancestor has called for you to hurry over, huff..." The person speaking was a Zhi ethnic girl, completely wrapped in a quilt, wearing a nightcap on her head and fluffy slippers on her feet. She yawned widely while holding a pillow, leaned her head on the girl's shoulder, and closed her eyes to start snoring.

Bai Mei ... ... you go tell Master and Uncle Master that I will not be going today, I need to finish reading this "Xiling Autumn Maple Secret" before I go. The young girl shook Bai Mei's head and was about to continue looking at the album.

"Xi Jue, having taught such a disciple in your lifetime can be considered a fulfillment of your aspirations," Liu Qinglan said with a smile.

The words of the youth caused Song Jinyong to immediately shut his mouth, his expression darkening. The other sect leaders, upon hearing the youth's words, could not help but turn their heads to scrutinize him from top to bottom.

I find it strange that after the young women of the entire martial world have read this sword manual, they do not flock to the Qi Gate to seek him out, and that the Qi Gate has not yet been broken down by the visitors drawn by reputation. I wonder why the members of the Chengfeng Society have not yet come to investigate his true identity. All I know about him is his pen name: This Person is Dead. Ah! For someone capable of writing such beautiful sword techniques, this pen name is truly terrible. The young woman brushed her hand over the illustrated book, shaking her head repeatedly.

Very good! Very good! The girl displayed a sly smile on her face

"Indeed, it is a life dedicated to the art of swordsmanship! This is what attracts me to him." The young girl sprang up, holding the book in both hands, gazing at the setting sun by the sword pool. "The sword techniques in the current martial world are either conventional, merely seeking self-preservation, or they are driven by a desire for quick success, taking risks for victory, or they are the harmonious sword techniques passed down from the medieval era, relying on the principles of the I Ching and the Daoist heart. There is no passion in these sword techniques, no vitality, none of that which bursts forth from the depths of the heart. However, his swordsmanship is not like this; it is vibrant and passionate, generous and intense, filled with poetic beauty. I seem to see beautiful women, renowned generals, the setting sun, maple forests, the west wind, and towering mountains within his swordplay. He seems to want to inscribe an immortal poem on earth with the edge of his sword. Oh, it is so enchanting, so desirable!" He seems to want to inscribe an immortal poem on earth with the edge of his sword. Oh, it is so enchanting, so desirable!

Ah, little master uncle, after you mentioned it, those feelings of passion have stirred my thoughts. No wonder you want to go to the Qimen to learn swordsmanship. You wish to seek out that oddity from the Qimen

Looking at his sullen expression, the leaders of the Seven Sect Academy felt a sense of glee. The Qimen Sword Sect had always taken it upon themselves to be responsible for the world, and the disciples of the Sword Sect moved about with an air of superiority, resembling saviors. Now that the female martial star of the Falling Moon Fragrance Pavilion has emerged, even the ancestral master no longer favors the Qimen Sword Sect. In the future, the disciples of the Sword Sect will undoubtedly find their lives much more difficult than before

Of course I do not want that; it is enough for me to be the only one who understands him. His entire being... belongs to me. I must find him and then have him write swords for me for the rest of his life, " the young girl said, raising her head and waving her arm, filled with ambition.

Hong Xi Jue raised his eyes to glance at the silver-haired youth behind him, and his expression darkened.

Hmph..." Hong Xi's expression suddenly became extremely unpleasant

For a long time, the entire Qimen has firmly believed that the only youth capable of evolving into the Divine Destiny Star could only emerge from Qimen. This belief stems from the fact that a thousand years ago, it was Qimen that saved the Yan Continent from the clutches of the demon race. The tradition of Qimen aiding the distressed has continued to this day. However, upon receiving the news brought by the president of the Chengfeng Association, the founder realized that the situation in the world has undergone a tremendous change, and the candidate for the Divine Destiny Star may very well be someone else. He cautioned us that during the competition, Qimen must not consider itself the predetermined candidate, lest we become a laughingstock in the martial world. Regardless of who the recipient of the Divine Destiny Star is this time, we at Qimen must spare no resources in nurturing them and must not be negligent.

"Master, there is nothing in this world that cannot be accomplished; it is merely that the method to achieve it has not yet been found," the young man said softly

"Master Liu was indeed correct!" The master of the Fist Sect, Ye Cun Jin, forcefully struck the armrest of the armchair, "To learn all seventy-two sword techniques by the age of nine, this must be due to innate wisdom, a precious lineage from a previous life that enables her to perform as if aided by divine intervention"

Oh? Everyone was even more surprised. Lan Xiangyun is the champion of the Swordsmanship Competition of the World Association, and her junior apprentice actually knows how to wield a sword even better than she does

His words caused the various sect leaders, who were engaged in heated discussions, to display expressions of contemplation.

"Little Master Uncle, please forgive me for bursting your bubble. Aside from you, there is no one else in the martial world who values him so highly. This sword manual is not selling well at the Qiantang Bookstore. I heard from the senior sisters who went down the mountain to buy books that when they went back, the store still had several copies in stock, yet they just can't sell them." Bai Mei said with a grin.

"Oh, that oddball from Qimen has released a new book again?" Bai Mei opened her eyes and curiously leaned closer to the young girl.

The evening glow dyes the frost flowers, the layered forests are immersed in the autumn haze, the sword falls like a shadow of a celestial warrior, the solitary pool in the western sky, silver fish emerge from the blood sea, the mandala inlaid with crimson hair, the red lips imprinting the heavy mountains, the red candle illuminating the beauty... Truly, such beautiful swordsmanship! The young girl trembles as she follows the dynamic sword shadow illustrations in the album, wildly dancing while shaking her head.

"Eat up, and do not give up on treatment." The girl turned her head excitedly and winked at the newcomer

At the sword pool by the Fragrant Moon Pavilion, a seventeen-year-old girl dressed in a light blue spring gown is sitting cross-legged on a piece of blue stone shaped like a soaring eagle, holding a beautifully bound album in her hands, intently observing it