Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 653 - 258: Willing to Serve Heaven and Earth, A Grand Feast for All Seasons (1/2)

In fact, when it came to appearances, he wasn't as noteworthy as his maidservant, who nodded in her straightforward manner and said succinctly, "So it's because you can't beat her..."

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Qianshan Si was choked up, his pride and ambition in seeking the Sword Dao deflated as if he had stepped in dog poop, leaving nothing salvageable.

The maidservant, seemingly completely clueless about reading facial expressions, continued on her own, "If you can't beat the greater, you challenge the lesser. If you can't beat the lesser, well, there's no one lesser left. Young Master, can you beat this lesser Fairy Sword?"

Qianshan Si thought for a moment and didn't give a definite answer, just saying,

"Who knows... Most likely, I can?"

The maidservant, determined to carry on her habit of ignoring her master's facial expressions, asked directly,

"And if you can't beat her?"

Qianshan Si smiled and said,

"Can't beat her? Then I'll probably die here..."

The maidservant fell silent.

As the wind came, the sky drizzled rain and the sound of the pine waves surged, mournful and wistful.

The white-clad Qianshan Si looked up to see a crowd approaching from a distance, including four Middle Third Rank Martial Artists. Yet his gaze settled only on the figure at the forefront, Gong Yu, and he smiled and said,

"They've arrived."

He then stood up, gripping that sword in his right hand, while the delicate and charming maidservant remained still, watching his white figure slowly walking away, just like the scene she had witnessed in a sea of fire three years ago.

Qianshan Si stopped fifteen paces away from Gong Yu, smiled, and said, "Miss Gong Yu truly honors her promises." Gong Yu nodded firmly, he raised his hand, holding the sword in his left and gently pressing his right fingers against the Sword Scabbard, and said softly,

"Qianshan Si, I look forward to learning from you."

"Please."

After a moment of stillness, Gong Yu's Longsword, which hadn't been drawn for three days, sprang out with a clang, its tip fiercely cold as if an inch of snow from Qingfeng Edge, striking swiftly, while Qianshan Si caressed his sword and chanted softly.

Suddenly, fierce Sword Intent erupted.

A Sword Shot pierced upwards, with heavenly light shooting down.

Wang Anfeng's eyes opened slightly, with divine light hiding within, trying to capture every detail of the two figures engaging in swordplay aloft, while Yuchi Jie and the others could only see sword Qi dozens of feet long interweaving in the sky, shattering the clouds, causing a chill in their hearts.

The light shot towards the celestial heights, the color of warring oxen cold.

Yuchi Jie clenched his teeth; even though he couldn't see the actual details of the encounter, he still refused to relax for a moment.

One was a wanderer from the Heavenly Mountain Sword Sect, and the other, the Young Master of Qingfeng Edge.

This was almost the contest for the future of the Sword Dao in the world.

In the Jianghu of the next hundred years, who would control the chief position among the Sword Sects, would it continue to be Heavenly Mountain, the number one Sword Sect for hundreds of years, or will it be the Hidden Sect, Qingfeng Edge— that was going to be decided right here.

Wen Hong knelt in front of the screen.

The old man in the room appeared to be pondering over the chessboard, before casually asking, "How have the arrangements been made?"

Wen Hong replied respectfully,

"Two Sixth Rank members of the Suicide Squad and one hundred Crossbowmen have been dispatched. Caught off guard, Yuchi Jie, with the weakest martial arts, should die at the foot of Jade Floating Mountain."

The elderly man spoke lightly,

"Should?"

Knowing he misspoke, Wen Hong solemnly said,

"Yuchi Jie will surely die at the foot of the mountain."

The elderly man nodded slightly and once again carefully studied the chess pieces on the board. Wen Hong hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "May I be so bold as to inquire whether today's clash at the foot of Mount Yufu heralds the future struggle for dominance among the world's Sword Sects?"

The man in black glanced at him, responding indifferently,

"Indeed."

Wen Hong's heart was shaken.

Far from where Wang Anfeng was, atop a pine forest, a one-armed and one-legged elder sat steadily on the treetop, unmoved by the wind. Next to him, on another tree, clung a young man with an honest face, his limbs tightly wrapped around the trunk, beads of sweat forming on his broad forehead.

The elder glanced at the youth and said mockingly,

"You're truly hopeless, like a big, clumsy monkey."

"Make haste and get up here!"

Xie Shan couldn't help but curse loudly,

"And whose fault is that, you old carcass?"

"If it weren't for you, I'd be on Heavenly Mountain now—no, at home. Perhaps I'd even be married, with children running around by now. Why should I be here with you, scared out of my wits?"

Xie Shan was both startled and fearful, gritting his teeth in anger, but the elder seemed entirely unconcerned, instead bursting into hearty laughter, saying,

"Seems you still have some spirit. I thought you were a useless Taoist who couldn't muster a toot despite a beating. Not bad, not bad. Come on up, have a look. Don't be shy, don't be shy."

Anger rising, Xie Shan was about to scornfully question how to proceed when suddenly the elder's figure vanished and appeared behind him like a specter.

Before he could react, his body felt light and in the blink of an eye, he was raised high, a dozen zhang in the air, stable atop a treetop.

Xie Shan instinctively clung to the treetop, his eyes wide with shock.

Before he could come to his senses, the one-armed, one-legged elder had already landed beside him again. With his remaining hand, he held Xie Shan's head steady and directed his gaze toward two streaks of sword light in the sky, saying with a chuckle,

"Watch closely!"

"Do you see? Fairy Sword and Heavenly Mountain Sword. Among the youths of this generation—no, even including the older martial artists—there aren't many whose swordsmanship surpasses these two. Even those with better swordsmanship lack the young ones' sharpness and purity."

"Too young, lacking in strength; too old, spirit faded."

"Now is the best time, the best."

"Boy, if you can discern something, I'll teach you swordsmanship. If you're still as dumb as a log, I'll kick you down the mountain, break one of your arms and legs, and fit them onto myself!"

Seething with anger, Xie Shan had been following this elder for many years. He didn't believe that this lazy old man who wouldn't even brush off the bugs on his body would be so ruthless. It was all bluster. Inwardly sneering, he nonetheless obediently looked up.

At first glance, a brilliant and dazzling sword light swept across heaven and earth.

As if the pine trees roared like a thousand ravines, magnificent and harmonious.

Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique, a single stroke disperses the chill of autumn, Qingfeng Edge unravels secrets, a foot of snow with sword intent.

Xie Shan's pupils dilated instantly, his heart pounding wildly.

The elder let go and floated in mid-air, gazing at the two figures battling with swords in the sky, murmuring,

"One carries the Sword of Immortals, ascending the stairway to heaven with every step. The other has climbed step by step to this point, where with worldly martial skills, one can knock on the gates of heaven and pull immortals down from the Lotus Platform. And there's another even more strange, with a technique so refined it borders on the Dao."

"Xie Shan, oh Xie Shan, I made you join Heavenly Mountain and forbade you from wielding a sword for seven years to suppress your nature. Today, I will open your eyes to three superior swordsmanship styles of heaven, earth, and human. 'Once you've seen them, all other mountains will seem insignificant. After that, I'll teach you to hold a sword, to strike with it."

"In three more years, you may enter the world…"

The old man uncorked his wine gourd and downed a gourd full of fine wine, then casually tossed it to the ground below, making a clanging sound. His clothes worn and tattered, he looked at the crisscrossing Sword Qi in the sky and the spirited swordsmen, seemingly lost in thought, murmuring,

"A meeting of equals surpasses a lifetime of acquaintance; the old mountains but a dream of pine and catalpa trees. Wherever one's heart is at ease, that's where one's home is."

"To sell a sword and buy an ox, I desire old age; to beg for porridge yet receive wine, what more could I ask for?"

"I wish to celebrate spring and autumn with heaven and earth."

Suddenly, he clapped his hands and laughed loudly, spitting out a mouthful of saliva, loudly admiring.

"What marvelous swordsmanship!"

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