"Ziling, it's been a few days. You've gotten even more beautiful."
In a side hall of the Pure Yang Sword Sect's residence, Fang Aohan, the Junior Sect Leader of the Sword Casting Sect, smiled slightly when he saw Yang Ziling appear.
Dressed in a white robe, he was quite handso. Unlike the other disciples of the Sword Casting Sect, he had an air of scholarly refinent.
Standing beside Fang Aohan was a young woman in a red dress, Fang Yun, the prominent young lady of the Sword Casting Sect. Hearing her brother Fang Aohan's words, she giggled. "Big Brother, your flattery isn't very clever. How do you expect to win Sister Ziling's affection like that?"
"Little sister, don't talk nonsense."
Fang Aohan put on a stern face, but his eyes remained fixed on Yang Ziling.
Anyone could see the affection in his gaze.
"Yun'Er, stop fooling around. How could Senior Brother Fang possibly like ?"
Yang Ziling avoided his gaze and spoke to Fang Yun.
But an image of a certain figure flashed through her mind.
She was dazed for a mont.
But soon, she rembered the matter at hand and said, "Senior Brother Fang, I heard your Fang Family is on good terms with the Zeng Family and the Huaa Family. I wonder if you could do a favor?"
The Fang Family was the lineage of the Sword Casting Sect's Sect Leader.
For generations, the Sword Casting Sect had followed the lead of the Pure Yang Sword Sect. Moreover, the Fang Family's ancestors had even co from the Pure Yang Sword Sect. Yang Ziling felt that if Fang Aohan were willing to step in, Senior Brother Zeng and Senior Brother Huaa might be persuaded.
After all, the Fang Family had strong ties with their families.
Therefore, Yang Ziling felt that the Fang Aohan siblings might be able to help her.
"Is this about Senior Brother Zeng and Senior Brother Huaa refusing to fight?"
Fang Aohan frowned.
Yang Ziling nodded.
"Sister Ziling, this matter won't be easy. I heard they've even refused the Sect elders. To persuade them to co out of seclusion, my big brother probably isn't enough. Our father would have to step in, and even then, we'd have to pay a considerable price."
"That's right. If it were just a matter of having my father step in, I could go and ask him, and it would most likely work. But right now, with Senior Brother Zeng and Senior Brother Huaa in this state, they won't back down without a proper way to save face. This matter is very difficult…"
Seeing the Fang Family siblings looking so troubled, Yang Ziling's heart sank.
"Is there really no other way?"
"Actually, it's not that there's no way, it's just..."
Fang Aohan trailed off, hesitating.
But Yang Ziling, as if grasping at the last straw, asked eagerly, "What is it?"
"If Ziling is willing to beco my Daoist partner, my Fang Family will certainly offer a great gift to persuade Senior Brothers Zeng and Huaa to fight. I wonder if Ziling is willing? If not, I won't be able to convince my family…"
"Absolutely not!"
Yang Ziling refused instinctively.
At that, the expressions of the Fang Family siblings imdiately darkened.
Fang Yun, in particular, had a cold sneer appear on her face.
Imdiately, Yang Ziling knew her refusal had been too blunt and sowhat inappropriate.
"I was too presumptuous."
Fang Aohan, however, just smiled.
Inside, he was in turmoil, absolutely furious.
But he didn't let any of it show on his face.
And hearing her brother's words, Fang Yun also put away her sneer. She knew very well what kind of thods her brother had. Ever since they were children, he would use any ans necessary to get what he wanted.
Therefore, since he was acting this way, she naturally had to play along.
Yang Ziling, on the other hand, felt a little guilty.
She didn't know why she had refused so decisively, not leaving the Fang Family siblings any face at all.
'Perhaps... it's because of him?'
Yang Ziling didn't understand.
But she couldn't help but think, 'If he were here, would my situation be any better?'
And seeing her so lost in thought, how could Fang Aohan not know there was soone in her heart?
An evil, cold sneer involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.
But he said nothing.
'Ah? What am I thinking about? The Fang siblings are still here.'
After a long mont, Yang Ziling finally snapped out of it.
Just as she was about to speak,
a provocative voice rang out from outside the side hall.
"Where is Yang Ziling of the Pure Yang Sword Sect? I, Zhang ngfei, have heard that your skills are the best in the entire Sect, and I have co especially to seek your guidance. Do you dare to accept my challenge!"
As soon as these words were spoken,
Yang Ziling's expression changed.
Fang Aohan and Fang Yun, however, glanced at each other, equally surprised.
However, for them, this was a good thing.
'It would be good to put so pressure on this bitch.'
While they were thinking this, Yang Ziling had already walked out of the side hall with a cold expression. The Fang siblings followed her. When they reached the main gate, they saw a tall, heroic-looking youth holding a spear.
The youth looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, yet he had a full beard. His aura, however, was not the least bit weak; it was that of a Martial Grandmaster Peak Sixth Level.
This challenger was a notch stronger than Fang Aohan, causing a cold glint to flash in Fang Aohan's eyes.
But soon, he sneered inwardly, 'A genius at the Martial Grandmaster Sixth Layer. This ti, Yang Ziling is sure to be defeated.'
"Only a Martial Grandmaster First Layer? Too weak."
Sure enough, upon seeing Yang Ziling co out, the youth was slightly stunned for a mont before shaking his head.
This person was none other than Zhang ngfei. He had originally thought that even though the Pure Yang Sword Sect was said to have been in decline in recent years, their True Inheritor Senior Sister should at least have the strength of a Late-stage Martial Grandmaster.
He never expected her to be rely a Martial Grandmaster First Layer, and he instantly lost interest.
If it weren't for his possibly still-living little sister, he probably would have turned around and left right then.
"Does being a Martial Grandmaster Sixth Layer give you the right to look down on people?"
Yang Ziling was furious.
She didn't care about her own reputation, but she cared about that of the Pure Yang Sword Sect.
To be challenged right at their doorstep.
And to be called "too weak."
How could she possibly endure that?
"I'm not looking down on you. I'm just speaking the truth."
Zhang ngfei had a straightforward personality and made no effort to hide it.
Yang Ziling was so angry her head felt like it was about to explode. She shouted coldly, "Enough nonsense! Let's see what you've really got!"
As her voice fell, a sharp sword appeared in her hand.
With a SWISH, she thrust it toward Zhang ngfei.
Zhang ngfei brandished the silver spear in his hand, and it instantly moved like a silver Flood Dragon soaring through the air, directly forming a circle that blocked Yang Ziling's sword.
Moreover, it generated a powerful suction.
It nearly pulled Yang Ziling's entire body into the circle of the spear.
'So strong!'
Yang Ziling's expression changed.
The Sword Qi from her body erupted violently, directly forcing the silver spear back.
It made Zhang ngfei retreat several steps.
At this mont, Zhang ngfei was also stunned. "I didn't expect your strength to be so extraordinary. I truly underestimated you before. Now, take another spear strike from !"
After Zhang ngfei spoke, his silver spear moved like a bolt of lightning.
With a SWISH, it tore through the void.
It shot straight toward Yang Ziling.
Yang Ziling showed no weakness, thrusting her sword out to et it.
Head-on.
Pressing ever forward.
"Good! What courage! If it weren't for… I would probably befriend you. It's just a pity that your cultivation is your fatal flaw—it's too weak. However, to show my respect, I will show you my strongest move."
A look of admiration appeared in Zhang ngfei's eyes.
But soon, he thought of his little sister, thought of Xuan Tianzhan, and with a flourish of his spear, it transford into countless spear shadows that smashed down toward Yang Ziling.
"Be defeated!"
As his voice fell, the spear shadows seed to rge into one, forming a terrifying, heaven-shaking tidal wave, like a tsunami, that crashed down on her.
Even though Yang Ziling's Sword Qi was sharp,
the difference in their cultivation was simply too great.
This was a move she couldn't block.
If she were hit, her bones would surely be shattered. Her only option was to retreat.
But Yang Ziling did not retreat.
She could not retreat!
She could not retreat, even in death.
If she retreated, the Pure Yang Sword Sect would be defeated.
Therefore, she absolutely could not retreat.
Just as it seed Yang Ziling was about to lose her life to this spear strike,
A colossal, purple-gold shadow suddenly appeared in the sky above the Northern Wilderness Forest. A figure upon it, whose gaze suddenly sharpened, looked over.
Yang Xiao had arrived.
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