As soon as the commotion started outside the Heroes Pavilion, the various sects inside had already received the news, but they all remained still and quietly observed the situation further. When they saw Pei Yan knocking on the door of the Celestial Sword Manor's annex, it imdiately reminded them of the old case circulating among the sects about the Celestial Sword Manor and the Daoist Plane. Coupled with recent rumors within the sects' upper echelons, anyone with insight had already anticipated that a fierce struggle was about to unfold.
But what caught all sect mbers at the scene by surprise was that the situation would escalate even further, eventually dragging them all into it.
At this mont, Pei Yan, the instigator of this incident, was fanning himself amiably at the room's open door, looking at a sword child who appeared to be only seven or eight years old, with a small sword on his back, who was gazing at him warily and asked in a childish voice, "May I ask who you are and what your purpose is for visiting?"
Pei Yan scratched his head, turned to look at his companion, and said in common language with difficulty, "The Daoist Plane employs child labor, huh? Is this person really a child, or have they rejuvenated? If they are truly a child, I really couldn't bring myself to do it!"
"You're still pretending! Just kick the door open and stop overcomplicating things." Wang Wenze stood on the side gloating and added as a reminder, "I warn you! Do not be careless. What do they say about cultivators? They're scared of monks, won, and children, because they all have unique tactics. Don't end up capsizing in a ditch."
Pei Yan shook his head helplessly, turned to the sword child, and smiled wryly, saying, "Go back and tell your master that we co from the Daoist Plane, and we fancy this house. We hope you can move aside for us?"
"How unreasonable you speak! Since the dawn of ti, during the Six Mansions of the Immortal Palace's sword evaluation, Celestial Sword Manor has always rested here. Why should they move just because you say so?" the sword child questioned, his face turning red as he raised his head.
"Hey, don't bla ! It's what your sect's guiding disciple said." Without noticing the ambiguity in the sword child's words, Pei Yan snapped his folding fan closed and shouted towards the door, "Old Jiang, are you done fighting? Bring him in."
Shortly after the words were spoken, a series of heavy footsteps were heard. Jiang Feiyang ca in dragging soone from outside. Seeing this scene, even those sects who had decided to watch from the sidelines couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. Gong Xiu Jie, who had lost the support of his origin qi, had swollen cheeks and was unrecognizable, with an unknown number of teeth knocked out, blood mixed with saliva dripping all the way. It was a sight unbearable to witness.
"Ah, tsk tsk tsk, looks like he's been beaten pretty badly. Can he still speak?" Pei Yan bent down, tapping Gong Xiu Jie's chin with the tip of his fan, frowning as he spoke.
"He won't be speaking for a while. He still owes us more than thirty slaps." Jiang Feiyang teased as he rubbed his wrist.
"Then keep hitting him. I don't like people owing us things." Having said that, Pei Yan ignored Jiang Feiyang's raised hand, instead turning to the Immortal Child, pointing at Gong Xiu Jie with his folding fan, saying, "He's the one who said that if we used our abilities, no matter the thods, to make the owner of this yard willingly move, we could then move in."
"And what if we don't want to?" the sword child tilted his head, glaring with big adorable eyes, and asked in a childish voice.
Pei Yan's eyes narrowed with a smile as he focused on the quivering sword handle behind the child. "Then I'll beat them until they willingly move out."
Just as the words fell, the humming sound of a longsword being unsheathed was heard. Without any visible action from the sword child, the short sword behind them unsheathed itself. The short sword transford in the wind, one into two, two into four, four into eight. In just the blink of an eye, sixty-four short swords shot directly toward Pei Yan. At such a close distance, Pei Yan didn't hesitate, tapping the ground with his toe, his body swiftly retreating!
The sound of ding, ding, ding, ding rang out as four short swords pierced the ground. Pei Yan took half a step back, his body suddenly immobilized. Looking down, he saw four short swords embedded in the shadow beneath his feet. Having suffered losses due to the shadow before, he imdiately felt the shadow's tugging force on his origin, quietly thinking, "Indeed, there's so skill here." He wasn't flustered and didn't even activate his chanical transformation—he just casually waved, and an electromagnetic shield instantly enveloped his entire body. Then, with a gentle push from his origin within, the longsword embedded in the shadow was ejected.
The sword child saw their short swords blocked by the strange blue shield, unable to make an inch of progress, and imdiately panicked. Ignoring retrieving their weapons, they cried out loudly and dashed back into the courtyard.
Seeing the ss of uncontrolled short swords clattering to the ground, Pei Yan bent down, picked one up, and weighed it in his hand. It wasn't heavy, only about two or three pounds, but the craftsmanship was exquisite and quite sharp. Placing his hand on the sword's edge to absorb its tal, he discovered sothing curious; within the short sword was a fierce source qi. As it sensed external intrusion, it imdiately triggered its defensive instinct and instantaneously drilled into Pei Yan's body.
This little bit of sword qi was negligible in the face of the heavily fortified sea of origin qi within Pei Yan, but he didn't rush to consu it. Instead, he cautiously surrounded it with his origin qi, examining its operation through inner vision, becoming more astonished the more he observed. He marveled at the existence of such a thod to utilize source qi, forming and maintaining itself under no man's control, with a seemingly pervasive spirit that could autonomously counterattack. Remarkable, truly remarkable!
With glee, he hurriedly collected all the short swords from the ground. Upon absorbing them one by one, he found that only eight contained this type of source qi, while the others were rely made from special materials, leaving him sowhat disappointed.
As Pei Yan indulged in this newfound qi condensation thod, hurried footsteps approached from inside the annex. The sword child brought over a dozen Celestial Sword Manor disciples out in a rush. Before they even saw Pei Yan, they noticed the short swords scattered on the ground, having lost their sword qi and luster. The stray sword child ran up, picked up one short sword, felt it carefully, and the tears their senior sister had just persuaded them to control once again flowed abundantly, as they stood holding the sword, wailing loudly.
"You have to pay for this! You have to pay! My brother nurtured this for ten years! I've been nurturing the sword qi since childhood, and now it's gone just like that! You have to pay! Pay for it!"
Watching the little sword child squatting in front of him, tears in their eyes and snot streaming with each sob, and feeling the scornful gaze from all around, Pei Yan was overwheld. Originally intending to seek trouble with the Celestial Sword Manor, who knew he'd encounter such a troubleso brat. On top of that, he really had pilfered the child's possessions, causing him to feel guilty and embarrassed, stumbling over his words, "Crying! What is there to cry about! I'll compensate you back with sothing; it will surely be better than those things!"
The child's cries grew louder, increasingly relentless. Just then, a male and a female disciple from the Celestial Sword Manor stepped forward. The female disciple took the sword child's hand, gently consoling them aside, while the male disciple walked up to Pei Yan, looked him up and down, and cupped his hands in salute, "I am Sword Stand Man, a direct disciple of Celestial Sword Manor. May I know your esteed na?"
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