Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 190 Yan Fei's Sword

Lin Qingyue didn't know how to describe Yan Fei's sword.

Speaking of fast, Lin Qingyue could clearly see the movement and direction of the sword, but he was always a little short of her speed.

Say no quickly, she was leaving the tail there to seduce her on the road.

Looking around, it seemed that the only real path was the one she pointed to. But Lin Qingyue felt something was wrong. What Yan Fei had given was correct, but it was also a trap.

Lin Qingyue took a few steps back and looked at the two swords, which had turned into one sword.

Hanging high in the air, the tip of the sword stares at my heart.

Lin Qingyue raised his sword and swung it down.

……

Clang!

A crisp sound was heard, and one sword after another pierced through the disciples of Zi Yang Sword Sect who were competing and stabbed fiercely into the stone wall.

Lin Qingyue lowered his hands.

"I lost."

"You hesitated just now." Yan Fei flew over with two swords under his feet, and his twin ponytails brushed past Lin Qingyue.

"Is there something wrong with your state of mind?"

A white light flew by, and Tangyuan and Lingxue were thrown towards Lin Qingyue by Yan Fei.

"Yes and no." Lin Qingyue replied.

"Senior Sister Yan, I want to ask you a question."

Yan Fei sat cross-legged on the purple sword and said with a hint of interest, "You say."

She had been interested in this rather mysterious junior sister since before. She also had great talent and she didn't know what questions she had for her.

"If the sword's will shatters my future before I even comprehend it, how can I comprehend it again?"

Yan Fei raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "That person can go to another sect. If he stays in Ziyang Sword Sect, he will only become a useless person."

"Then how many people in the Ziyang Sword Sect become disabled every year?"

Yan Fei put down her legs, and the ends of her twin ponytails just touched the sword.

"I don't know about this. Perhaps you can ask the elders of the Discipline Hall. They will know more."

"I see."

Yan Fei looked at Lin Qingyue's figure in the distance, and Bi Zihan beside him hesitated and was about to speak.

She tilted her head and smiled, "I know it was that guy Xiao Weiqian who did it, but the way of the sword is extremely important to us. For the Xiao family, it's just a matter of how much compensation to pay."

She lay on the sword bored, looking at the layers of clouds.

"Xiao Weiqian is certainly despicable, but isn't Lin Qingyue innocent?"

Bi Zihan couldn't help herself after all, "Senior Sister, you are wrong. Xiao Weiqian's fault wasn't his original fault, but that he didn't receive the appropriate punishment.

How could he have no regrets after ruining a person's future like this?"

"Oh, so you think the Sect Master and the Peak Masters would offend the Xiao family for an outer disciple? I remember that Lu Feizhen from Wuhe Peak had his big yellow dog killed by Shen Mengyu after it had been with him for several years?"

"When did this happen?" Bi Zihan had never heard Lu Feizhen talk about such a thing.

"I forgot that you hadn't joined the Ziyang Sword Sect at that time." Yan Fei stood up from the sword. "I won't chat with you anymore. The Ziyang Sword Sect is not as interesting as the Sanbei Academy."

"I don't know when Master will come back."

"See you tomorrow, Junior Sister Zihan!"

After saying that, Yan Fei turned into a streak of light and disappeared on the spot.

Now only Bi Zihan was left. He was silent for a moment, picked up the magic sword and flew to Wuhe Peak.

……

The affiliation of the group of young men brought back from Beizhou had been a matter of debate for three days and three nights among the leaders of the Ziyang Sword Sect.

Not only the leader of Zi Yang Sword Sect, but also the elders of Cibei Temple, the elders' council of Thirteen Mountains, and the great doctor of Wangsheng Valley came to Zi Yang Sword Sect.

Beizhou did not participate, and the other small sects were not even qualified to enter this selection. They could only send people to observe from the sidelines to show fairness.

In the end, because the mission was issued by the Ziyang Sword Sect, most of the immortal bone seedlings were picked up by the Ziyang Sword Sect first, and the remaining half was divided among other sects.

After being distributed several times, the leader of Zi Yang Sword Sect finally decided to give the last immortal bone seedling to the Thirteen Yue Sect.

The Thirteen Yue Sect mainly focuses on practicing magic, relying on magical instruments, formations, elixirs, etc.

There are other people in the sect, such as sword cultivators and medical cultivators, and they are still respectable in Zhongzhou. But compared with the Shangnan Sect in Beizhou, it is not good enough.

"So why doesn't the Shangnan Sect accept those immortal bone seedlings into the sect? It's better than transferring the immortal bones to those children of aristocratic families, where the value will be greatly reduced, right?"

After Zhong Jingzhi finished speaking about his insights in the conference hall, Ying Changhuan asked in confusion.

"Perhaps they originally didn't believe that the benefits brought by these immortal cultivation seedlings with immortal bones would be greater than the better cultivation of their own family members. Aristocratic families always have such concerns, and it is also a symbol of their backwardness."

As Ying Changhuan ate his spirit cake, Xu Yang beside him interjected, "I wonder which sects those ten immortal bone seedlings will end up in. The sect leader will definitely have the various peak masters accept them as inner disciples. But is Wang Hui Sword Saint still out there? Those with immortal bones are truly enviable."

"I don't think I'm enviable. If someone wants to dig out my bones, I will run away immediately. Just staying alive is dangerous, let alone the bones of an immortal." Ying Changhuan said fearfully.

"Then don't you see how incredibly fast those people are in cultivating immortals? Given time, they will become talented people in the world of immortal cultivation."

Ying Changhuan: "Forget it then. I'm content being an ordinary sword cultivator. If I can wield the sword spirit and become an inner disciple within five years, I'll be even happier."

Xu Yang: "If you don't comprehend the sword intent and break through to the golden elixir stage, you will become a handful of dirt in a few decades."

"Speaking of the Golden Elixir, when does Senior Brother Zhong plan to break through to the Golden Elixir stage?" Ying Changhuan was also reminded of this by Xu Yang.

Zhong Jingzhi already had a plan in mind, "Let's just follow the path of the sword to break through. Besides, Zishen, Yan Fei, Shu Yu and the others haven't decided whether to break through to the Golden Core stage or not."

"Every small stage of advancement in cultivation is a big step forward for the sword. So I would rather my Golden Core breakthrough be slow than have any uneasy stumbling blocks on the sword path."

"Senior Brother Zhong is absolutely right." Xu Yang smiled. "Unlike Ying Changhuan, who was allowed to practice swordplay, she slacked off every day. Those who didn't know her would think she went to the sword arena every day, but those who knew her saw her gossiping with others all day long, never engaging in competition at all."

"Coming out of the sword arena, not even the corners of his clothes are dirty."

Ying Changhuan got angry and attacked Xu Yang with her sword. Xu Yang was not afraid of her and fought back with his own sword.

Only Zhong Jingzhi couldn't stand it anymore and picked them both up and threw them out of the teahouse.

There was a burst of laughter all around, and several new disciples jumped out to the top of the wall, watching the fight between Ying Changhuan and Xu Yang with relish.

"Is that Xu Yang? Who was fighting with him?"

"Ying Changhuan, don't you know him? Are you new here?"

"It's not like I'm new, it's just that the Ziyang Sword Sect is so big, I don't know many people there."