Chapter 301
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Chapter 301: Half a Cup of Tea
In the small square in front of the trial tower of the Hidden Spirit Sect, many disciples gather to rest.
Checking out the changes in the score rankings or having a friendly speed competition with friends are both great options.
At this moment, the disciples closest to the trial tower received a small task.
"Peak Master Wang’s disciple’s path of swordsmanship."
Just then, a young boy stepped off the spiritual boat, looking around curiously.
"Defeat once for a hundred points—consider it a lesson for junior brother."
All the disciples present began heading toward the trial tower, waiting to be selected for the unlimited illusion challenge.
Jian Wujie followed the crowd into the trial tower.
"Where can I find the unlimited illusion challenge?" Jian Wujie asked a puppet.
In the Hidden Spirit Sect, if you don’t know something, you ask a puppet. That’s what his master had taught him.
"On the third floor. Just find an empty room and enter," the puppet replied in a mechanical voice.
"Thank you."
Jian Wujie climbed the stairs to the third floor, found a room marked as empty, and walked in.
"Please step into the center of the illusion formation for data scanning," an electronic voice announced.
In the center of the illusion formation was a cushion. Jian Wujie sat cross-legged on it.
A beam of spiritual light enveloped him, transporting him to a stunning mountainous landscape. Behind him stood his childhood thatched cottage, and in the distance, nine Spiritual Swords floated in the air.
Everything felt breathtakingly beautiful to Jian Wujie.
"The data scan will take an hour. Please rest here for a while."
Jian Wujie nodded in acknowledgment. As he gazed at the thatched cottage behind him, he suddenly felt a pang of longing for his mother, who lived alone in the Celestial Sword fairy city.
In no rush, Jian Wujie sat in front of his childhood thatched cottage, admiring the scenic view of the distant mountains.
Meanwhile, in the underground space, Xu Fan received a report about Jian Wujie from the grapevine.
"Just perform a standard scan. There’s no need to include the nine Spiritual Swords sealed within him in the illusion—he won’t be using them anyway."
Xu Fan was contemplating the remaining uses of Heart of Earth Mellow Gold, while a light curtain displayed a massive giant cannon standing tall.
"Understood."
An hour later, Jian Wujie finally began matching with opponents.
"Can you match me with an opponent in the top fifty of the Fighting Strength Rankings?" Jian Wujie asked, familiar with the basic rules of the unlimited illusion challenge.
"I recommend starting with opponents outside the top 1000," the mystical space suggested, much to Jian Wujie’s dismay.
Jian Wujie wanted to argue but found himself at a loss for words. He wasn’t the type to make bold or flashy remarks.
"Then I’ll start with opponents outside the top 1000," Jian Wujie said confidently, feeling certain he’d quickly reach his master’s goal. After that, he’d aim for the top ten—or even first place—determined to impress his master.
"Random scene change initiated."
"Beginning opponent pairing at the same level."
"Matching in progress~~"
"Fighting Strength Rankings: 1083, Zhao Yuan, specializing in dual swords."
The scene before Jian Wujie began to shift.
In an instant, Jian Wujie found himself standing in a vast desert, with sandstorms raging in the distance.
Not far away, another disciple clad in the Hidden Spirit Sect robe stood waiting.
Above them, a countdown timer appeared, and Jian Wujie knew the battle would begin once it hit zero.
"Lucky you, you must be the new junior brother," Zhao Yuan said with a friendly smile.
"Hello, senior brother. I’m Jian Wujie, a disciple of Peak Master Wang. It’s a pleasure to meet you," Jian Wujie replied, smiling back. Zhao Yuan’s kindness made him feel the warmth of the sect for the first time.
By now, the countdown timer had already reached halfway.
"Don’t be so formal, junior brother. I’m Zhao Yuan. If you ever need help in the sect, just ask," Zhao Yuan said, acting like a protective older brother.
"Thanks, senior brother. Just don’t go easy on me during the fight," Jian Wujie said confidently, though he secretly planned to hold back a little to spare Zhao Yuan from an embarrassing loss.
"In our sect, we usually prefer intellectual battles, but for you, junior brother, I’ll go all out this time," Zhao Yuan chuckled.
"Alright."
As soon as Jian Wujie’s "alright" left his lips, the countdown timer hit zero.
Jian Wujie was about to summon his flying sword when Zhao Yuan’s spiritual sword shot out like a streak of light, faster than a bullet, aiming straight for Jian Wujie’s forehead.
Seeing the sword coming at him, Jian Wujie felt a flicker of disdain and a small sense of relief.
Is that all? Just a fast flying sword.
But just as he prepared to counter, a transparent spiritual sword materialized behind him and pierced through his head.
"Battle over. Zhao Yuan wins."
"Why did this junior brother… Did Peak Master Wang not teach him?" Zhao Yuan muttered, clearly surprised.
I didn’t even get to use my ultimate move, and you’re already done?
Jian Wujie reappeared in front of the thatched cottage, looking around in confusion.
"Why am I back? Did the illusion glitch?" Jian Wujie wondered, his scalp still tingling as if pricked by needles.
Then, a light curtain appeared before him, replaying the moment the transparent spiritual sword went through his head.
"I actually lost!" Jian Wujie fell silent, replaying the duel with Zhao Yuan over and over in his mind.
From the very start, Zhao Yuan had summoned two spiritual swords with incredible speed—one visible, one hidden—working perfectly in sync.
"The whole thing, including our chat, didn’t even take half the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and I lost," Jian Wujie muttered to himself.
Gazing at the nine spiritual sword shadows hovering over the distant mountains, Jian Wujie looked up and called out, "Can I have a rematch with Senior Brother Zhao Yuan?"
"Request sent. Waiting for the other party’s response," a voice echoed from above.
"The other party has agreed to your request."
The scene shifted once more, this time to a mountain range filled with jagged, sword-like peaks, offering no place to stand.
The two stood atop the sharpest peaks, facing each other across several mountains.
"Senior Brother Zhao, I was careless earlier. Let’s go again," Jian Wujie said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
"No problem, junior brother. It takes time to get used to the Hidden Spirit Sect’s battle style. You’ll get the hang of it," Zhao Yuan said warmly, like a kind older brother.
A countdown timer appeared above them once more.
This time, Jian Wujie didn’t waste a second. As soon as the timer hit zero, he summoned his sword and charged straight at Zhao Yuan, aiming for close combat.
"You want to fight me up close??"
Zhao Yuan’s hands lit up with two spiritual swords—one bright, one dark—as he simultaneously activated the Lightness Technique, Wind Control Technique, and Sky Step Technique.
