Chapter 3, Drawing Swords Against Each Other

Pei Yuan

His eyes were filled with hatred; he was not here to spar in martial arts at all

Lin Xuanyuan was momentarily taken aback and replied, "Jing Chen returned to the capital last night"

What a swift sword! In just that fleeting moment, it not only incapacitated the opponent's wrist but also cleanly severed a section of the sleeve.

Having wandered through this other world for so many years, enduring countless hardships, the superficial restlessness and the flamboyance of the red-haired witch of that era, though not entirely subdued, have been understood and tempered.

It was as if I heard a resounding explosion in my mind, bursting forth a sky full of dazzling starry blossoms

This person, in our household, is merely a servant girl; do not compare her with my senior brother Yan, otherwise both the Pei family of Beijing and the Yan family of Heyuan will consider it an insult

Meng Fuyao turned to retreat, but suddenly, a piercing voice from the leader of Baishan rang out behind her

As Meng Fuyao looked over, Pei Yuan cast a cold and disdainful glance, then casually turned her gaze away.

He alone challenges our entire faction, what great hostility

Though seemingly fragile and easily swept away by the wind, it nonetheless evokes a sense of composure and defiance, seamlessly integrated with the unshakable colossal pillars that have stood for millennia behind it

If all the esteemed leaders are interested, you may consider visiting the Heavenly Calamity Plateau in the future. At the True Martial Conference, Senior Brother Yan will naturally allow everyone to witness the demeanor of the first disciple of the Xuan Yuan Sect

Meng Fuyao turned around and looked at the woman in red behind her. This woman was a year older than Fuyao, her figure fully developed. Unlike Fuyao's somewhat youthful and delicate curves, hers were voluptuous and seemed ready to burst forth, while her slender parts were soft and graceful. She favored wearing a tight-fitting red long dress, which made her even more enchanting. Yet, her face was dignified, with slightly upturned eyes that sparkled like a resplendent phoenix.

However, just as I took a step, I heard a delicate voice behind me, like jade beads falling onto a silver plate

Standing under the bronze pillar, Meng Fuyao is slender, resolute, and has a straight back

The spark flickered in Meng Fuyao's perplexed vision, constantly drifting, swirling, and rising, and then, it suddenly exploded in the depths of her eyes

Alas... today we are truly in danger of being trampled...

The sword in hand gleamed brilliantly, like a pool of autumn water, carrying the blazing sunlight of the afternoon. In the astonished eyes of hundreds who could hardly believe it, it slowly pointed towards the man in black.

In the center of the viewing platform on one side of the training ground, the sect leader Lin Xuanyuan was seated in a meditative posture. It appeared that he had already participated in a match, but it seemed he had not fared well, as his complexion was slightly pale while he sat quietly to regulate his breath. In the arena, a match was currently taking place between a man in black and the senior disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

The affairs of the world are thus bleak

Only the man in black remained unmoved, standing in the center of the arena, coldly wiping the blood-stained blade.

Enough

Meng Fuyao raised her long eyebrows, anger surging in her eyes. After a moment, she took a deep breath, clenched her fingers, and silently walked away

In the midst of laughter, Meng Fuyao stood motionless

Moreover, his opponent is a top-tier expert with exceptional adaptability

It is a heavy blow to the mud, a concealment of martial arts that results in being repeatedly expelled from the arena, it is in the cold winter carrying all the clothes to wash in the freezing river, it is returning at midnight after finishing chores to gnaw on hard, cold steamed buns in the kitchen

The wind rushed from the continuous Xuan Yuan Mountain range, breaking free from the constraints of the mountain's trees, howling wildly across the vast expanse of the white stone ground. The fierce mountain wind, laden with sand and gravel, struck the twelve giant bronze pillars of the training ground, causing them to ring out with a metallic clang, while also shaking and tilting the vision of those present. From such a perspective, the fierce-eyed, wrathful four-legged beasts carved in relief on the bronze pillars seemed as if they were about to charge down in an instant, ready to devour the world.

It compels one to draw the sword and challenge the heavens in a grand endeavor

The splattered fresh blood fell onto the weapon rack at the edge of the arena, and after a while, thick droplets dripped onto the white stone ground, creating a shocking contrast of red and white.

The cloth he used to wipe the sword looked somewhat familiar; it turned out to be the half sleeve of the right arm of the senior disciple. The disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect all displayed expressions of anger, except for Meng Fuyao, whose eyebrows twitched slightly

Those past times filled with both laughter and pain

Go back to your own room!

At this moment, the arena was enveloped in silence, with all eyes focused on the injured person in front of Meng Fuyao. Instead, Meng Fuyao found it difficult to move. She tentatively shifted her foot, and the young man in black immediately turned his cold gaze towards her. His expression remained impassive, as if he were wearing a mask, yet his eyes were piercingly clear and sharp, like steel nails, driving straight into the depths of Meng Fuyao's eyes

Do not engage in comparisons with sycophants, as it would diminish one's own dignity

After a while, someone finally remembered to help him up, and immediately let out a cry of surprise

"Perhaps they have heard that we are coming and have fled in panic?" The several sect leaders laughed in unison

The senior brother's right hand was drenched in blood, and the tendons had already been severed

Before me, fleeting lights and shadows swirl in a dance; they are the hands extended in warmth amidst the wind and rain, the laughter chasing among the mountain flowers in spring, the glances exchanged with smiles under the moonlight, and the fur coat spread out in the snow, wrapping tightly around her frozen feet

Meng Fuyao heard one of her senior brothers whisper, "That is the Wuhen Sword, one of the top ten swordsmen of Taiyuan, and also the most mysterious and eccentric among them. Heaven knows how the Baishan Sect managed to invite him"

She was originally facing away from the center of the arena, but suddenly turned around, casually picked up the long sword that the senior brother had just dropped, and strode over to stand in front of the man in black.

Those eyes were deep black and profound, resembling a thousand fathoms of a sunken abyss, with an unfathomable bottom far beyond sight, and in the deepest part, a flicker of eerie starlight, undying and swaying.

Moreover, the leader of the Caidian Sword Sect, while laughing, pointed at Meng Fuyao, who was attempting to sneak away, saying, "What about her? I remember she hasn't fought either. What, does she also want to learn from Yan Jingchen and slip away?"

A fierce wind carrying the scent of blood swept forward, and a dark figure suddenly flew out, crashing heavily towards her. Meng Fuyao hurriedly jumped aside, as the large body of that person, trailing a stream of bright blood droplets, streaked across the sky and landed heavily in front of her

Lin Xuanyuan's expression changed, and he fell silent. A disciple beside him immediately reached out and pushed Meng Fuyiao.

Meng Fuyao suddenly felt dizzy, staggered back, and bumped into the corridor pillar behind her. The icy sensation on her back jolted her awake, and she looked up in shock at that person

Isn't there also a Yan Jingchen in your Xuan Yuan Sect

So what? They have that ability. Haven't you seen that even the senior brother has only managed to fight him to a draw until now

In today's world, the powerful forces of various countries are in constant conflict with one another, establishing their status based on the number of victories they achieve. Currently, as one of the three major sword sects of Taiyuan, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect faces a critical situation at the Sword Trial event, unable to win even in a wheel battle against their opponents. If this were to spread, their status would undoubtedly plummet.

The Pei family of Yanjing and the Yan family of Heyuan signify the imperial family and the officialdom of Taiyuan. The meaning of this statement is understood by several leaders, who immediately fell silent.

The wild laughter of the leader of Baishan continued, yet within the ranks of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, a low murmur of discontent arose. It seemed that today, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect was destined to suffer a significant loss of face in the Taiyuan Dynasty

The swordsman in black moves with incredible speed, as countless stars swirl like a flying dragon. The sword condenses the essence of the sea, presenting a myriad of phenomena. Due to the multitude of changes, prolonged observation may even induce a slight sense of dizziness.

A sudden silence fell over the venue

She cast a glance at Meng Fuyao and smiled at the many sect leaders.

Meng Fuyao remained indifferent and continued forward. Before she had taken a few steps, she suddenly heard a tragic scream of "Ah".

What are you doing here, Jin Chu? If you lack ability, do not appear in front of others, as it makes things difficult for the master

The Xuan Yuan Sword Sect was enveloped in silence, making the laughter of others in the arena all the more piercing.

What is this person's background

Laughter erupted, and even Lin Xuanyuan stroked his beard, smiling and nodding, feeling that this female disciple was perceptive and articulate. She not only deflected the challenge but also preserved the reputation of the sword sect.

What a venomous sword technique

Meng Fuyao took another breath and suddenly let out a cold laugh

The laughter continues, yet no one knows that the woman standing with her back turned has her deeply buried anger finally ignited by this unrestrained laughter, spreading like a raging fire.

In the silent courtyard, all the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect present were fixated with astonished gazes on the man who was struggling and rolling while clutching his right wrist. He was one of the most skilled among them, their senior brother.

I wondered why the annual Taiyuan Ten Sword Sect Sword Testing Conference was suddenly held earlier; it turns out that Old Bai has found this helper, clearly intending to undermine our Xuanyuan.

Numerous ambiguous gazes shot towards Meng Fuyao, yet she did not look at anyone. Pressing her lips together, she tore off a section of her sleeve and bound it around her eyes

As for this person, even standing beside us makes her feel like she has sullied our ground; how could she possibly be worthy of being mentioned by the esteemed leaders?

That is the captivating ultimate skill, "Mysterious Eyes"