Chapter 13

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Chapter 13: Am I Not Standing High Enough?

Liu Luoyin tightly held onto the edge of the platform, desperately trying not to fall, struggling to climb back up.

She slowly picked up her sword, swaying as she stood up, breathing heavily as she stared at Wen Yun.

Liu Luoyin gritted her teeth, unlike the other disciples, she, born into a noble family, knew many hidden rumors.

Such as Sword Intent Transformation, a legend that after mastering the peak of swordsmanship, one could turn sword intent from illusion to reality. Any sword cultivator who understands this will without exception enter the path of ascension!

She hesitated to ask, "Was that… sword energy?"

Wen Yun shook her head, "No, that wasn’t sword energy."

It was just a simple magic spell.

Upon hearing this, Liu Luoyin’s face turned pale, murmuring repeatedly, "I knew it", looking distraught.

After a moment, she with tears in her eyes gripped her sword, ready to battle again.

"We, as monks, should not be afraid to move forward!"

Wen Yun showed no intention of stopping, as she could see that Liu Luoyin was no longer able to fight.

She doesn’t like to bully little kids.

As expected, after struggling to use the last of her spiritual power, Liu Luoyin coughed up blood. She even lost the strength to hold onto her sword, which fell to the ground as she fainted.

"Younger martial sister Luoyin!"

"Martial Sister Liu!"

Disciples from the First Peak below exclaimed, and one person quickly leaped onto the stage with a sword, shouting angrily, "You wicked person! How dare you hurt younger martial sister Luoyin!"

Wen Yun dodged the attacking sword and frowned, saying, "You can’t challenge me within half an hour, that’s the rule."

But the man ignored everything, only fiercely attacking Wen Yun with his sword without any mercy, while the elder responsible for judging moved his gaze away pretending not to see.

On the high platform of The Third Peak, Shen Xinghai felt anxious and shouted loudly, "Senior Brother! How can you lose your temper during the inner sect competition? Wait for half an hour before challenging again!"

Unexpectedly, the man glared at him with hatred in his eyes, "Junior Brother Shen! The one injured is none other than our younger martial sister!"

Shen Xinghai pursed his lips, feeling uneasy about these words.

Swords and cultivators are bound to get hurt when they fight, Martial Sister Wen fairly defeated Martial Sister Liu, and today, when Martial Sister Liu was defeated and injured, many were so resentful, if it were Martial Sister Wen who got hurt, would they also show such resentment?

Will they speak up for her injustice?

But Shen Xinghai wasn’t allowed to defend Wen Yun, a disciple from the same peak flew to him and scolded, "Junior Brother Shen, as a member of The First Peak, you dare to go against your own folks. You don’t deserve to stand on this platform!"

Shen Xinghai hurriedly raised his sword to respond, too preoccupied to pay attention to Wen Yun’s situation.

Wen Yun was angry.

Even though she seemed distant, she always spoke logically.

Since the people from The First Peak were unreasonable, she decided to be blunt too.

She swiftly put away her magical wand and grabbed her sword sheath, not even using magic, just fiercely fighting back with her sword.

The opponent’s sword was fast, but hers was even faster!

He aimed at her neck but she mercilessly fought back.

Her simple sword moves became incredibly skillful in her hands, almost too fast to see clearly.

Within three moves, she struck the opponent’s knee with the sheath, forcing them to kneel.

Wen Yun calmly asked the opponent, "Why haven’t I seen Xie Mian? Was he expelled by your group, The First Peak?"

The person on the ground, red-eyed and angry, spat at her, "You shameless person! How dare you mention Junior Brother Xie’s name! If it wasn’t for him risking his life to protect the world from demon cultivators and getting seriously injured, how could someone like you be standing here!"

Wen Yun frowned and kicked him forcefully off the high platform.

"Go away."

"How dare you! You woman are so arrogant!"

Another person flew onto the stage and attacked directly, Wen Yun’s lips curled without emotion, holding the sword she mercilessly continued to push the person down.

Watching her relaxed and casual demeanor, it seemed even easier than shooing away a dog.

One

Two

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As the ground below was filled with fallen disciples of The First Peak who had been defeated, no one else climbed onto the stage.

However, some people still cowered in the crowd, shouting, "You don’t deserve to stand on The First Peak’s stage!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yun lowered her head and then nodded in agreement.

"You are right, I shouldn’t be standing on The First Peak."

She raised the fire hemlock wand, glanced emotionlessly at the disciples of The First Peak, and then…

Nine huge fireballs fell like shooting stars onto the elevated platform at her feet!

"Boom!"

The entire platform finally collapsed under the weight, while Wen Yun, unaffected by her own magic, stood atop the ruins that had turned into black ashes. Her pure white dress hem fluttered freely in the wind.

Wen Yun casually picked up a stone and lazily sat on it.

She lifted her chin slightly, revealing a beautiful smile to the astonished onlookers.

"Now there is no more arena at The First Peak, here is the arena of The Tenth Peak."

Everyone looked at Wen Yun with fear and disbelief in their eyes, but no one dared to speak another word.

She sat peacefully on the rock until sunset, when a distant bell rang.

"The inner gate competition is over!"

The visitor was the Grand Elder of The First Peak, also the chief elder of the sect.

He approached with a cold expression and threw out several tokens, "These are tokens for the Swordsmanship Contest, there will be a guide coming later."

After saying this, he turned to leave.

Wen Yun looked at her empty hands and asked loudly, "May I ask, where is my token, sir elder?"

"You?"

He turned around and looked down at Wen Yun, sneering, "The rules of the competition have been explained clearly. Only those who stand on the highest platform of each peak can receive the Token! I’m curious, where are you standing?"

Wen Yun stood up and pointed to the stone beneath her feet, politely asking, "Am I not visible to you because I’m not standing high enough here?"

The Grand Elder frowned, "Which peak’s platform are you on?"

Wen Yun, "The Tenth Peak."

"There is no platform for The Tenth Peak within the sect!"

"Oh?" Wen Yun raised an eyebrow, smiling as she countered, "Why do the other nine peaks have platforms, but my Tenth Peak does not? We are all disciples of the Qingliu Sword Sect, so why does everything have to avoid my Tenth Peak?"

She stepped forward and stared at the Grand Elder, who was very old and surely must have heard of Ye Shubai’s deeds, yet remained ungrateful!

The Grand Elder’s expression darkened, but Wen Yun took another step forward and asked loudly.

"Do you dare say that the Qingliu Sword Sect does not have The Tenth Peak? Do you dare say that you don’t remember there is a Peak Lord Ye Shubai for The Tenth Peak?!"

"…"

When the name was mentioned, the Grand Elder was so scared that he involuntarily stepped back, feeling cold sweat all over his body.

Among the young disciples below, some were whispering to each other.

"So the Peak Lord of The Tenth Peak has this name? Why have we never heard of it before?"

"I didn’t know either until Martial Sister Wen spoke up. I only found out that there was a member of The Tenth Peak within our sect."

At the back of the crowd, Ye Shubai silently watched Wen Yun arguing reasonably, and there was a subtle change in his previously calm eyes.

She was not good at arguing with words, but at this moment, the most direct question turned out to be the most lethal.

The Grand Elder calmed his mind and avoided Wen Yun’s question, "I never said there was no one from The Tenth Peak, but those who guard the challenge are only the direct disciples who qualify. As far as I know, you are just a miscellaneous disciple at The Tenth Peak, so you are not qualified to guard the challenge of The Tenth Peak, so this does not count!"

"Wait a moment."

A blue cloud descended from the sky, bringing a middle-aged man with a gentle and friendly face.

The Grand Elder looked at him in surprise, took a step back and bowed his head, "Leader."

It was actually the Leader!

The people, while showing respect, couldn’t help but wonder silently: Did he come here specially to question Martial Sister Liu being injured by Martial Sister Wen?

However, Liu Zhengxu just smiled slightly at everyone, then carefully examined Wen Yun, and finally sighed with emotion, "Truly a young genius with outstanding talent."

His expression was extremely gentle, like a kind-hearted uncle next door, and his tone was also peaceful and sincere, "I see that you have amazing bones and extraordinary talent, truly a natural talent for swordsmanship. Are you willing to be my disciple and learn sword skills from me?"

"…"

To be honest, Wen Yun was really not used to the way sword cultivators praised people, terms like natural talent for swordsmanship sounded awkward to her.

However, in the eyes of the others, the shock they received far exceeded the scene of Wen Yun shattering the fire altar just now.

Who is Liu Zhengxu?

He is the leader of the top Sword Sect in the world, and also a peerless expert at the peak of the Soul Changing Stage realm! Those who can join his sect are all famous and outstanding individuals, and the only exception is the twenty-year-old genius, Xie Mian, who he personally took as a disciple at the Core Formation stage.

But now… Wen Yun just injured his own daughter, yet he personally accepted her as a disciple?

This move is even more impressive than Xie Mian’s.

"It seems that Martial Sister Wen has climbed to a higher branch," this is what everyone is thinking.

Despite that, Wen Yun remained calm. Not to mention that she never learned the sword in the first place, she had never had a good opinion of the people at The First Peak, especially the idea of becoming Xie Mian’s senior sister made her sick to her stomach.

Just as she was about to politely decline, a deep male voice sounded—

"Hold on!"

Yue Xingzhou, dressed in a black robe, stepped out from the crowd and calmly stood in front of Wen Yun, saying seriously, "Leader, your kindness is appreciated, but Martial Sister Wen already has a mentor. She might have to disappoint you."

Liu Zhengxu’s expression darkened for a moment, but quickly returned to a gentle smile. He politely greeted, "So you must be Martial Uncle Yue. Is Wen Yun really under your wing now? But why did you call her Martial Sister Wen?"

"No," Yue Xingzhou stood tall in front of Wen Yun, speaking steadily, "I am still new in my training, I wouldn’t want to mislead anyone."

Liu Zhengxu felt a bit uneasy at this remark. They were at the same level, so was Yue Xingzhou being humble or mocking him?

Nevertheless, he continued to smile warmly, "I wonder who got such a good disciple…"

Yue Xingzhou respectfully bowed towards The Tenth Peak and said, "She is my master, Ye Shubai! So my younger martial sister is also a disciple directly appointed by the Peak Lord. Please give her the Token she earned!"

Liu Zhengxu’s face finally turned cold. With a wave of his hand, a barrier blocked all sound around the three of them.

"Martial Uncle Yue, you must be joking. Martial Uncle Zuo has never left seclusion, so how could he be taking on disciples?"

Yue Xingzhou spoke seriously, "Teaching sword skills in dreams, taking on disciples in dreams!"

Liu Zhengxu chuckled in frustration, "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"Who else in this world can teach Sword Intent Transformation besides my master?"

Liu Zhengxu stayed silent with a serious face, "If that’s the case, congratulations to The Tenth Peak for producing another sword talent."

He removed the sound barrier, slowly revealed a smile, and then personally handed a Swordsmanship Contest Token to Wen Yun.

"Since you already have a master, I won’t insist. If you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to The First Peak to find me."

The disciples below were all excited.

"What a great opportunity! The Sect Leader is so kind and gentle, but Martial Sister Wen has already found a master."

"The Sect Leader cares for talents so much, truly a role model for sword cultivators! Qingliu Sword Sect will surely prosper under his guidance!"

However, out of their sight, Liu Zhengxu had already climbed to the mountaintop and headed straight to the two Supreme Elders.

"Two Martial Uncles, come with me quickly to The Tenth Peak!"

"Why?"

"I’m afraid Ye Shubai may not be dead at all!"

The author has something to say: Am I not standing high enough? Don’t you all praise me?