Chapter 27

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Chapter 27: Battle Invitation!

As Qianzhenzi calmly restored a smile, previously solemn, he tucked the fragments back into his hand.

The participants who had just come out of the tower were exhausted. With a wave of his hand, he shot out several spiritual jade pieces, setting up a recovery formation for the juniors to rest, also quietly placing a Soundproof Spiritual Array around the heads of several families.

The head of the Yu family stared at Qianzhenzi, unable to resist the doubt in his heart, "You actually placed that thing into the formation! What kind of spiritual formation requires the use of white jade?"

The others couldn’t stop looking at Qianzhenzi, waiting for his answer.

Qianzhenzi sighed, "I didn’t expect four young kids to enter that place this time. Since that’s the case, you’ll probably hear from them in the future. It’s better for me to explain it myself."

"Five hundred years ago, that person…" Qianzhenzi’s voice slightly stopped, he gestured towards the sky before continuing, "That person near my Blizzard Island killed demon cultivators and gave out a Sword Intent Transformation sword energy. Unexpectedly, he ended up killing all the demon cultivators in the Transmigration Realm, and the sword energy was never used."

"Later… Later, I obtained this white jade and merged the sword energy into the formation, thus setting up that person’s illusionary sword array. As for the power of this sword array, similar to that respected person, I don’t know."

Mentioning that unmentionable name made everyone fall silent.

However, the head of the Jiang family suddenly remembered something and glared at the head of the Yu family, "Why is your kid holding that jade? Didn’t we agree to keep this among us elders and not let the younger ones know?"

The head of the Yu family also looked puzzled and explained, "I never told Qing Hong about this! Maybe he saw the extraordinary white jade and picked it up."

"Enough, let’s not bring this up again. We’ll discuss it after the Swordsmanship Contest is over."

Qianzhenzi dispersed the Soundproof Spiritual Array around the group, calmly stepped out, and leisurely observed the four people who had just entered the formation, finally nodding slightly in satisfaction.

"I guess the fourth array was completed by the four of you together, right? Yes, it seems that way…"

But at this moment, Jiang Si, who had caught his breath, suddenly bowed respectfully and said, "Respected elders, the credit for the final array was not ours."

"Oh?"

Jiang Si looked at Wen Yun with a hint of respect in his eyes and said loudly, "She is Wen Yun from the Qingliu Sword Sect, she broke the array all by herself!"

Yu Qinghong also nodded in agreement, saying softly, "What Martial Brother Jiang said is true. The three of us combined couldn’t match half the strength of the people in the array, but it was only Martial Sister Wen from Qing Hong who broke the array. We cannot take credit."

Jiang Si’s voice was so loud that all the cultivators present could hear clearly. For a moment, everyone fell into a dead silence.

In the past century, there was a famous group called "East Ginger West Jade," later joined by the twenty-year-old Core Formation cultivator Xie Mian and then adding South Xie. It refers to the strongest individuals of this generation: East Continent’s Jiang Si, West Continent’s Yu Qinghong, and Xie Mian from the South.

Now, East Ginger and West Jade were talking about their combined efforts… and also mentioning the still unconscious Qian Lishen. How could the three of them, unable to break the array, be bested by an unknown young girl?

Moreover, looking at the calm expression of that young girl, it seemed as though breaking the array did not require much effort from her at all!

Even Qianzhenzi couldn’t help but frown, staring suspiciously at Wen Yun.

Only the elder martial sisters from the Qingliu Sword Sect who rushed over to meet Wen Yun had unwavering belief in her invincibility, even looking proud.

Shen Xinghai raised his sword in salute and smiled slyly, "Martial Sister Wen, with your prowess, the day of soaring through the sky will surely make people tremble!"

Zhu Erchong, "Martial Sister Wen… amazing, unbeatable!"

Bao Pilong stuttered for a while, and finally said, "They are right!"

Martial Sister Mengran, "Are you all foolish?"

Just then, Qianzhenzi suddenly interrupted them, "Little girl, you ruined a hundred of my formations, do you know that?"

Facing the demand, Wen Yun felt a jolt in her heart, but still maintained a calm demeanor, "Senior, this is the way of breaking formations that the younger generation practices."

Breaking a formation, as the name suggests, is simply destroying the formation, completely doable.

Who knew that after hearing these disrespectful words, Qianzhenzi looked up and laughed heartily, "Interesting, interesting. I never thought that at my age, I would be hurt by you young ones someday!"

He restrained his smile and kindly said, "Do you know, you have extraordinary talent in formations. If you delve into the Dao of formations, one day you might even reach the path of ascension!"

Martial Sister Mengran sensed something was wrong and instinctively stepped forward to shield Wen Yun, looking warily at Qianzhenzi.

As expected, Qianzhenzi’s next words were—

"Wen Yun, are you willing to become my closed-door disciple on Blizzard Island? You can learn all the secret formations accumulated for thousands of years on Blizzard Island! All the disciples will respect you as a senior!"

Amidst the shock on Blizzard Island, everyone couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Qian Lishen.

If Wen Yun became Qianzhenzi’s disciple, wouldn’t this arrogant little ancestor become Wen Yun’s junior?

Despite facing a formidable Transmigration Stage expert, Martial Sister Mengran did not back down. Instead, she led the other junior disciples forward to protect Wen Yun, with the sword cultivators drawing their swords and standing fiercely.

"Senior, Wen Yun is a disciple of our Qingliu Sword Sect!"

This kind of sneaky behavior is not very nice. Qianzhenzi wouldn’t usually do something like this.

But Wen Yun’s talent in martial arts really impressed Qianzhenzi. He had to swallow his pride this time, "Changing allegiances is not something to be ashamed of. What’s wrong with finding a better place to thrive?"

The leaders of the other factions remained strangely silent at this moment.

They almost figured out why Qianzhenzi suddenly acted this way, not giving the Qingliu Sword Sect any face.

Among the three major sects, the Qingliu Sword Sect used to be the most powerful. However, the Qingliu Sword Sect’s Eastern Dongfang seems to be running out of life force, and Ouyang has only a little left. Only Liu Zhengxu at the Soul Changing Stage realm is left. It seems that these two are starting to fight each other, and they haven’t even attended the Swordsmanship Contest!

He did like Wen Yun genuinely, but he also truly wanted to test the Qingliu Sword Sect’s previous bottom line through this incident.

Martial Sister Mengran suddenly turned to look at Wen Yun, her eyes filled with conflict, "Martial Sister Wen…"

"I’ll go talk to him, elder martial sister."

Wen Yun gave everyone a reassuring smile, then took a step forward and said politely, "Thank you, Senior Qianzhenzi, for your appreciation. But Wen Yun already has a master and can’t switch allegiances."

Qianzhenzi laughed and said confidently, "Which elder from the Qingliu Sword Sect is your master? I will personally go and meet him, and make him give up this disciple."

His domineering attitude showed his intention, but Wen Yun remained calm and responded, "This may be difficult. My master has passed away. If you wish to find him, it might be challenging…"

Qianzhenzi frowned, "That makes it even easier. What is your master’s name? I will have Liu Zhengxu remove your name from his disciples!"

At his level, the worldly rules could no longer restrain him.

Wen Yun stood quietly before everyone, serene and composed, her beautiful eyes calmly gazing at the powerful experts of the Transmigration Stage.

The young girl slightly bowed, her voice clear and cold as she spoke—

"My master’s surname is Ye, his given name is Shubai."

Ye Shubai.

When this name was mentioned, several clan leaders and sect heads showed expressions of fear, even Qianzhenzi, who had been bold earlier, involuntarily took a small step back.

He took a deep breath and quickly asked Wen Yun, "Is your master Ye…Taoist Friend Ye?"

"That’s correct."

The leader of the Jiang family looked sharp and asked, "You mentioned your master has passed away?"

Wen Yun nodded, "Yes, I was chosen by my senior brothers for my sword skills, and they arranged for me to be a disciple of the master."

All eyes turned to Wan Dabao, the most knowledgeable person in the Wan family, waiting for his response.

Wan Dabao, without looking at Wen Yun, solemnly confirmed, "Indeed, Venerable One Ye passed away ten years ago due to old age, but it was not officially confirmed, so it was not shared with everyone."

As soon as these words were spoken, the tense atmosphere that had arisen from that name suddenly dissipated.

Qianzhenzi looked at Wen Yun with mixed emotions, and finally sighed, "Since you are a disciple of our old friend, I won’t insist."

Pushing aside the thought of taking on a new disciple, Qianzhenzi took out a magical treasure and tossed it forward, seeing the small disc grow in the wind, eventually transforming into a large platform.

The disciples holding Token were also led to the high platform. Besides their weapons, all their treasures were sealed!

"This is the Sword-fighting Platform, a mystical treasure brought from the upper realm."

With a serious expression, Qianzhenzi looked at everyone and said, "You are all young practitioners who will protect the realm in the future. You must give your all, value each battle. There may be losers on the Sword-fighting Platform, but cowards are not allowed! We practitioners must not bow our heads!"

Hearing this, the young practitioners were inspired, and their eyes became determined and bright.

"We practitioners will not bow our heads!"

Qianzhenzi nodded in satisfaction as he heard the resounding declaration.

He then turned to Wen Yun and said loudly, "Wen Yun, according to the rules of this Swordsmanship Contest, as the first one to break through the Qianzhen Tower, you have the right to choose ten opponents! Please make your selection!"

As soon as he spoke, the Jiang family, Yu family, and Blizzard Island were all subtly worried. Qianzhenzi himself couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

The reason being, the most powerful descendants from these three families had terrible luck, all falling into Ye Shubai’s illusion array at the same time, leaving them unable to fight. What was once a sure victory now seemed to be slipping away.

They are still injured and if Wen Yun targets the three of them now, it basically means these three people will be eliminated.

Everyone’s attention was on the stunning and mysterious young girl, guessing which family she would eliminate first from this Swordsmanship Contest.

She calmly tied up her loose black hair, stood up silently, took a wooden sword in her hand, and walked slowly to the center of the Sword-fighting Platform.

Finally, the day has come.

Wen Yun’s clear eyes and her wooden sword pointed towards a corner, her cold voice echoing through the surroundings-

"Young Master Xie, dare to battle?"