Chapter 10
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Chapter 10: One Move
Luo City, one of the most prosperous cities in the cultivation world.
The Heavenly Fragrance Building, where lodging for one day costs hundreds of spirit stones, had already been booked. Some wealthy cultivators were displeased but upon seeing the Qingliu Sword Sect’s emblem, they just bowed politely and left.
From the elegant and exquisite top floor room, a voice of rebuke could be heard –
"This is truly absurd!"
The gorgeous young lady in a purple dress dropped a Message Jade Slip, looking displeased.
The man in white sitting opposite her coughed lightly, with an unhealthy flush on his pale face, and softly asked, "May I inquire why elder martial sister is upset?"
Liu Luoyin angrily said, "Earlier, Junior Zhang sent a message saying that there was an extremely beautiful female disciple at the inner sect competition, and just her appearance alone made over ten people voluntarily admit defeat!"
The master’s body, refined by spiritual power, looks fine, and even just showing their face can make opponents surrender.
They are proud sword cultivators, not like the shallow Huanhuan Sect who judge by looks!
She frowned and said, "If this spreads, it will make our Qingliu Sword Sect a laughingstock!"
Xie Mian smiled gently and reassured, "That’s because you weren’t there. If what Zhang Junior Brother said is true, it’s probably because that person used a mind-boggling treasure."
Hearing this made Liu Luoyin very happy.
She is the daughter of the sect leader. At nineteen, she is at the peak of her training stage, and she is expected to reach the Core Formation stage within ten years. Even Xie Mian, who is by her side, is not as strong as her.
Even though that female cultivator seems impressive, it’s only because their group of true disciples is not around. There’s no comparison.
She snorted, "The current disciples don’t practice swordsmanship properly. All they do is fool around all day! Even a genius like Junior Brother Xie is diligent, but those fools don’t know how to fly first!"
On hearing this, Xie Mian covered his mouth and coughed, looking a bit flustered.
Liu Luoyin quickly handed him a spirit pill and asked with a caring expression, "Is Junior Brother Xie’s injury hurting again? Should we stay here for another half month?"
Xie Mian frowned and reluctantly said, "It’s okay, just need a rest, can’t delay the big competition."
Earlier, when this group of inner disciples went to eliminate a demon cultivator, Xie Mian was secretly injured by the opponent while he was alone, and his injury has not healed yet.
Due to the Swordsmanship Contest being held two years early this time, they decided to return to the sect.
After calling for a Medical Cultivator for Xie Mian, Liu Luoyin opened a Message Jade Slip and gave a clear order –
"In this inner sect competition, all treasures except for the spirit sword are forbidden!"
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Just as she appeared, Wen Yun was surrounded by onlookers again.
She defeated ten opponents in a row, with four surrendering voluntarily and six being knocked out of the stage by her sword sheath directly. She was undoubtedly the most surprising dark horse in this competition.
Alongside her beauty, people also envy her wealth.
Leaving aside the sword sheathed in cold iron marrow that made people’s eyes bleed, there was the dragon robe that all female cultivators couldn’t take their eyes off, and the protective treasures that kept others at bay…
The elders at various Nascent Soul Peaks had never seen such treasures.
It was only after some failed disciples explained that they realized Wen Yun’s terror wasn’t her face, but the defensive treasures on her body.
Some considered withholding their spiritual power from attacking her, but the result of waiting in place was… Wen Yun unexpectedly striking with her sword, swiftly knocking the person off the platform.
A defeated disciple despaired, saying, "Being idle leads to defeat, but attacking doesn’t work either! How can we win?"
"Martial Sister Wen is so tough! Could she be a transformed king cobra?"
Xu Wanfeng: That’s right!
Some sourly remarked after their defeat, "What’s so impressive about this? It’s just using treasures gifted by seniors to dominate. I could do the same if I were up there."
When Xu Wanfeng heard this, he became unhappy and covered half of his face with a fan, saying in a strange tone, "So you’re really talented, huh? But I remember you used one hundred and twenty talismans and seven magic weapons when you fought her."
"…"
Amidst various discussions, Wen Yun, holding a number tag, went up on stage again.
Just as everyone was getting ready with small stools and melon seeds, preparing to watch another exciting match, the elder responsible for maintaining order suddenly jumped onto the stage.
"In the recent matches, some disciples have relied too much on magic weapons, causing the fairness of this inner sect competition to be lost. As sword cultivators, we should compete based on sword skills."
He glanced indifferently at Wen Yun, with a hint of disdain, and said, "As decided by the elders, all magic weapons are banned in this inner sect competition!"
Upon hearing this announcement, the disciples below were stunned at first, then their faces lit up with joy.
Especially Wen Yun’s opponent, who laughed heartily with joy.
"Haha, Martial Sister Wen, you’ve relied on magic weapons until now, but your lucky streak ends today!"
说完，他从身上摸出一叠护身符交出去，又把十多件法宝褪下，只手中握着一把剑。
"外面的东西都不重要，我的命运掌握在我自己手中！温师姐，请拔剑吧！"
布劳恩静静地看着这位师兄，然后眼睛微微闭上，收起了三件改命阶法宝。
紧接着，她的白皙手腕握住了漆黑的剑鞘。
"筑基中期。"
布劳恩眨了眨眼，轻声说——
"二。"
这声音被对面的人听见了，还没等他明白这意味着什么，布劳恩就动了。
苗条的身影像一道白色闪电一样快，剑鞘一劈一刺，两种绝妙的剑术在空中展现，勾勒出两道利落的黑色残影。
The next moment.
The male disciple with a sword sheath against his forehead felt his legs go weak and slowly knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief, "How is it possible to be defeated so quickly… I haven’t even used any spiritual power…"
Wen Yun ignored him, her cherry lips slightly parted, her voice calm, "Next."
The next opponent was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and Wen Yun defeated them with just three moves.
In the early Foundation Establishment stage, one move defeated.
In the middle Foundation Establishment stage, two moves led to defeat.
…
At this moment, silence fell over the audience.
Everyone looked up at the young woman on the stage, their previous defiance turning into fear.
Someone in the audience struggled to speak, "She… didn’t use spiritual power, right?"
"Yes, she didn’t use spiritual power, didn’t draw her sword, and defeated eight people with just three basic sword moves."
Simple three moves, one thrust, one slash, one stab, every sword cultivator present can do.
However, no one’s sword speed is faster than hers.
This is the original swordsmanship of her body, the sword of a true sword genius.
She was hidden by the Xie Family for fifteen years, and now her light is finally shining freely.
Wen Yun stood on the stage, the wind getting faster, her white dress fluttering, her messy black hair flying around.
She didn’t bother to show off, her gaze calmly sweeping over the faces below.
"Anyone else?"
When the people caught the sight of it, they all instinctively lowered their heads, and no one dared to challenge anymore!
Wen Yun lazily said, "Okay, then I’ll…"
"Wait a moment!"
Just then, a sword suddenly flew over from the distance, its blade carrying a fiery spirit energy.
A man leaped off the sword, laughing heartily, "I finally caught up with the excitement! This younger martial sister is quite arrogant, let me have a bout with you!"
He didn’t feel like traveling with the other direct disciples, so he decided to fly back on his own sword, but he didn’t expect to come across such an interesting scene.
The fiery spirit sword fell into his hands, and the man raised his eyebrows, "I am Lu Qiansui, a senior disciple from The Third Peak, I heard some stories about you, younger martial sister."
Wen Yun thought for a moment, and then honestly replied, "None."
The people below exclaimed, "Wow! She actually dared to confront a direct disciple!"
That’s Lu Qiansui, a direct disciple at the Golden Core Stage, who used to be the center of attention among the outer disciples!
Lu Qiansui gazed intensely and said, "This younger martial sister is truly arrogant. No one could make you draw your sword before, but now I am here. Draw your sword!"
Wen Yun calmly watched him, then shook her head.
"No need."
Although this person is at the Golden Core Stage, there is no need for magic yet. Moreover, since the opponent is a senior disciple from The Third Peak, she should at least give him some face.
However, those words seemed to anger Lu Qiansui, and his expression turned serious. "Do you look down on me?"
Wen Yun looked puzzled and explained, "It’s not that…"
"If it’s not, then draw your sword!"
The girl remained silent for a moment, her fair face showing a hint of weariness, and then nodded. "In that case, I will grant your wish."
Wen Yun pulled out her sword!
Everyone became alert and stared at her hands closely.
The sword sheath made of cold iron marrow reflected a modest yet luxurious light under the sunlight, dazzling almost everyone.
Such a sword sheath must be matched with a divine weapon!
Under the eager gaze of everyone, Wen Yun slowly untied the thick black cloth wrapped around the sword handle, and then pulled out something from the sheath…
Not something, but a stick.
A pitch-black, twisted fire stick.
The stick was not even considered a wooden sword, bladeless and edgeless, with no hint of spiritual power fluctuation.
"Are you kidding me?" Lu Qiansui’s expression was extremely unpleasant.
Wen Yun did not explain but just held a burning stick in a strange posture, solemnly saying, "Martial Brother Lu, please!"
Lu Qiansui was angry and leaped up with his sword, his cultivation at the Golden Core Stage suddenly expanding. The intense spirit energy caused the sword to quiver slightly, and the fiery sword move with flames headed straight towards Wen Yun!
Wen Yun on the stage did not dodge, still holding the burning stick, quickly chanting a spell with her lips moving quickly-
"…Feather Flight Spell!"
Just as Lu Qiansui’s sword was about to touch Wen Yun, an inexplicable force suddenly hit him head-on, sending him flying off the stage heavily!
Lu Qiansui lay on the ground, taking a while to recover, surrounded by silence.
After a long time, someone nearby couldn’t help whispering to each other.
"Martial Brother Lu was defeated in just one move? Is Martial Sister Wen’s strength really that terrifying?"
"They say she has no cultivation, but I think she must have used a hidden cultivation treasure. That sword energy that sent Martial Brother Lu flying just now, without the Golden Core Stage, it would have been impossible!"
"But she’s only fifteen, how could she possibly be at the Golden Core Stage! It’s already outrageous enough to have one Xie Mian in the world, how could there be someone even more incredible than him!"
"But she did defeat Martial Brother Lu at the Golden Core Stage in just one move."
…
Lu Qiansui ignored the gossiping crowd, clutching his chest in pain as he struggled to get up, staring at Wen Yun as if seeing a ghost.
"What realm are you really in?"
He simply refused to believe that she had no cultivation!
Wen Yun calmly sheathed her elderberry wand, slowly lifting her eyelids, "I am at the mortal realm."
Author’s note: Wen Yun sighed, "I just want to finish the fight and go back to carving wands, but you all keep pushing me to show off."
