Mrs. Pei sighed lightly and said indifferently, "Actually, they cannot be blad. Our Jingyuan Immortal Mansion is the outer mansion of the Yuan Yang Sect, and thus my husband and I are considered disciples of the Yuan Yang Sect."
When she said this, those who heard "Yuan Yang Sect" couldn’t help but show admiration and reverence.
However, at this mont, glancing over, Wei Zihong showed no reaction, not even the slightest change in his eyes, making Mrs. Pei feel as if she had punched empty air, her expression slightly unnatural and her heart displeased. Rolling her beautiful eyes, she continued, "Daoist Wei, do you know that the two fellow mbers of our Yuan Yang Sect going for the swordfight were once cultivating together with my husband, a close friendship exists between them."
Hearing her ntion of those engaged in the swordfight piqued Wei Zihong’s curiosity, considering these might be competitors at his master’s Dharma Assembly, he inquired, "May I ask, which two True Masters from the Yuan Yang Sect are attending the assembly this ti?"
Mrs. Pei sneered inwardly, saying, "Indeed, he seems to be from a small, independent sect, which made overestimate him earlier."
As disciples representing whom each sect sends for the swordfight are communicated among the Ten Sects of Xuann, anyone with even marginal connections would be aware of such matters. Hence, hearing Wei Zihong’s inquiry, she was convinced he had no substantial background, leading her to speak boastfully, "Let tell you, our Yuan Yang Sect is sending forth Brother Yang Bi and Sister Zhu Xin for the swordfight this ti. As for them, they have each practiced their Lifebound Magic Sword."
Wei Zihong’s expression slightly changed. Since entering Zhao You Heavenly Pond, although Zhang Yan had never instructed him personally, Senior Sister Liu Yan Yi had often guided him.
He had heard that if an Yuan Yang Sect disciple can refine the Thousand Swords into one and then transform the Gold Qi using the sword plate to forge the Lifebound Magic Sword, their combat capabilities would greatly increase.
This magic sword can shift between virtual and real, fly through the air, and set up a sword array to trap enemies in a mont. Having reached such a level, one could even compete with Shaoqing Disciples. Yet, for several centuries past, only a few in the Yuan Yang Sect had achieved this, unexpectedly now two at once.
Moreover, he particularly noted that Yang Bi and Zhu Xin seed to be a Daoist couple. According to the usual practices of the Yuan Yang Sect, it was likely they practiced so cooperation technique beyond outsiders’ comprehension.
Pei Luofu then tugged at Mrs. Pei’s sleeve, signaling several tis with his eyes for her to stop talking.
He understood his wife’s disposition of showing off, yet such talk was inappropriate in front of outsiders.
Especially as the Yuan Yang Sect had only publicly announced Yang Bi alone had accomplished the Lifebound Magic Sword, making Mrs. Pei’s previous words a disclosure of secrets,
Mrs. Pei was sowhat unconcerned.
She thought even if Wei Zihong was inford, what could a loose cultivator even do? He probably didn’t know what the Lifebound Magic Sword even was, right?
Wei Zihong remained quietly composed, inwardly deciding, "Once I fulfill my master’s instructions, I must find a way to let him know."
While contemplating this, suddenly, on the left side of the small boat, a tunneling light flew westward just above the water dozens of yards away.
As the person flew by, the sound of thunder rumbled, shaking the branches and leaves, frightening birds along the banks to chaotic flight, and a wave several tall hits the small boat.
Pei Luofu reacted swiftly, spat out a mouthful of azure smoke, blocking and suppressing the wave.
Wei Zihong glanced over at the tunneling light, raising his eyebrows slightly.
A cultivator soaring through the sky by day is no big deal, for instance, the Pei couple had done the sa earlier. Yet this person deliberately causing such commotion seed like a deliberate provocation.
Mrs. Pei couldn’t tolerate this, glared at the tunneling light with hatred, and harshly criticized, "It’s Qiu Zhixin again, huh, this brat repeatedly causing trouble everywhere using Master Qiu’s na, acting so recklessly, truly undeserving of being a Xuann disciple."
After her complaint, Pei Luofu frowned and tugged at his wife’s sleeve, whispering, "Speak less."
Nevertheless, those words had co too late. The person had also been listening attentively. Upon hearing them, they laughed aloud, reversing the tunneling light and peering their head out from the clouds.
This person had short eyebrows, a big nose, small lips, wore a pair of whiskers resembling a mouse, looking rather ordinary yet exuding arrogance between his brows. He held down his waist sword, pompously saying, "I wondered who was gossiping behind my back, turns out to be this respectable couple. Or perhaps losing the sword match last ti left you dissatisfied, and you wish to duel again?"
Wei Zihong asked Pei Luofu, "Is this Qiu Daoist also from your sect?"
Before Pei Luofu could respond, Mrs. Pei interjected with mockery, "Daoist Wei, pay attention, this Daoist Qiu Zhixin is quite remarkable. He originally had the surna Jin, but after acknowledging my sect’s Master Qiu as his foster father, shalessly changed his ancestral na. One might say he counts as one of our disciples."
Having grievances with the Pei couple, Qiu Zhixin was infuriated when soone revealed his background on the spot. Unable to restrain himself anymore, he gestured, splitting out two dazzling golden swords, one heading toward Pei Luofu, the other rushing at Wei Zihong.
He reckoned since they were traveling together, there might be so camaraderie. Hence, having made the move, he aid to strike first to avoid being passive.
Having cultivated during perilous tis with the Demon Tribulation looming, Wei Zihong had never ventured to gather herbs. This was his first ti out, and encountering soone confronting him didn’t anger him but rather excited him. He flicked his sleeve, releasing a smoke mist.
Yet, having just completed the Elixir Formation recently, he wasn’t sure of his abilities fully, thus went all out at first strike.
Being a Third-grade Elixir Formation practitioner, the smoke mist was imnsely powerful, billowing as a cloud spanning dozens of yards wide. It crashed over half the river with surging waves, knocking over a stretch of willow trees along the bank. Once the tide subsided, that magic sword had long vanished out of sight.
...
...(To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it at Qidian (qidian) with recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
User Comments
0 comments from readers