Chapter 124
Then, he handed the watermelon to Ying Bing and Luo Yu.
Truly, the onlookers were just there to enjoy the show.
“You...”
Bai Jinghong squinted his eyes, ready to speak.
“I’d like to test your skills too!”
Luo Yu took a bite of the watermelon and stepped forward.
This was the Zhuangzi of Fenyu Lin.
Did he even ask the host before trying to show off?
With a flick of his long sword, the blade shimmered, and he recited:
“Flowing down three thousand feet, it seems like the Milky Way is falling from the heavens!”
As his words fell, the sword light surged forth like a long river.
This was the ultimate skill of Fenyu Lin, the Poem Sword Technique, which amplified the spirit of a scholar; each poem was a sword technique in itself.
“Hmph, all show and no substance.”
Bai Jinghong snorted coldly.
Though the opponent had just entered the realm of observation, he no longer underestimated him. His sword struck like a startled swan darting through the air.
In an instant, he shattered the poetic essence into pieces.
He was about to raise his hand to strike down Luo Yu’s sword.
“Nice!”
“Awesome, Brother Luo!”
The watermelon-eating crowd, including Xiao Li, clapped enthusiastically.
Whether this skill was truly impressive or not was debatable, but the flair was certainly off the charts. It seemed every disciple of Fenyu Lin was a master at showing off in front of others.
I want to learn.
Opportunities are fleeting.
In just a short moment, the poetic essence was restored by Luo Yu.
As a result, Luo Yu, who could originally only take two strikes, ended up receiving three.
“Those three strikes weren’t bad.”
“But you still need practice.”
Luo Yu was drenched in sweat, yet his face beamed with pride.
With a flick of his hand, he retrieved the sword that had been knocked away and returned to his spot to enjoy the watermelon, leaving without a trace of regret.
“Congratulations, Brother Luo! You successfully received three strikes.”
Li Mo smiled and praised him.
The disciples of Fenyu Lin also joined in, showering him with compliments.
The heroes of the martial world present were not fond of Bai Jinghong’s arrogance; in contrast, Luo Yu seemed much more agreeable, especially since he was the host. Complimenting him was definitely the right move.
So everyone cheered and praised Luo Yu.
The advantage of being in one’s own territory was evident here.
“?”
Bai Jinghong’s face twitched, turning red.
Wait, you almost didn’t manage to take three strikes, so why are you so pleased with yourself?
How is it that I won, yet I feel worse than if I had lost?
“Hmph!”
A cold snort echoed, and an invisible yet sharp sword intent swept through the hall.
Though he had yet to break through to the inner scene, he could already release his sword energy, making him appear like a sharp blade.
This was the result of observing the divine sword within his sect, and everyone present felt as if they were under a looming threat.
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“You, come and take my three strikes!”
He pointed directly at Li Mo’s table.
But at that moment, Ying Bing had just finished a slice of watermelon and raised her delicate head.
The girl frowned slightly:
“Me?”
Everyone exchanged glances.
A master in the realm of observation calling out a mere inner breath realm practitioner by name?
Isn’t that a bit too much?
Ying Bing lowered her gaze for a few seconds, then dipped her jade finger into her teacup.
“What I meant was...”
Bai Jinghong was about to say something.
But before he could finish, a droplet of water suddenly flew toward him.
It was a sight many had never seen in their lives.
Though it was just a droplet, it carried an unmatched sword energy, propelled by two layers of inner breath, and in an instant, it was right before him.
Bai Jinghong was struck with terror; he summoned all his sword energy, surging like a river.
In terms of quantity, one was a river and the other a droplet.
Yet, that single droplet pierced through the river, flowing upstream and obliterating it entirely.
Smack—
The droplet collided with the sword tip.
Instead, the long sword flew backward, embedding itself in a pillar.
The hall fell into a profound silence.
Those who had witnessed that strike felt as if they were dreaming; such a sword strike seemed unreal.
Moreover, Ying Bing hadn’t even drawn her sword; just a drop of tea had caused the pride of the Qianlong List to crumble.
Bai Jinghong stood there, stunned, forgetting to retrieve his sword.
He was questioning his very existence.
Meanwhile, the elder behind him had a gleam of intense brilliance in his eyes.
“If you hadn’t used sword energy, you might have lost more slowly.”
Ying Bing spoke calmly.
Many in the hall didn’t understand the meaning of her words.
“Ahem, that’s true.”
Li Mo nodded, clearing his throat.
If Bai Jinghong had fought with proper techniques and skills, he wouldn’t have lost in a single move.
Sword energy is born from spirit.
Why would you compare yourself to the future Empress of the Phoenix Heaven?
That would be like a fool eating a mystical pill and then sitting on the toilet.
Speaking of which, Ying Bing didn’t seem to be intentionally showing off, but when she said that, it felt like a wave of exhilaration surged through the crowd.
The flavor was just right.
“The next Qianlong List is bound to change.”
“Tsk tsk, has there ever been such a prodigy in the Eastern Wilderness at just sixteen?”
“Not only will she make the list, but Bai Jinghong, ranked eighty-nine, didn’t even land a single strike against her. She’s at least in the top fifty.”
“If Bai Jinghong hadn’t used sword energy, he might not have lost so badly, but even with all his tricks, he couldn’t match her.”
“If the opportunities in the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm fall into her hands again…”
The crowd, after a moment of silence, erupted into a frenzy, buzzing with excitement.
The talents on the Qianlong List are known for their ability to fight above their level, yet today, one was defeated by someone of a lower rank.
How fierce must this girl be?
At sixteen, not to mention in the Eastern Wilderness, even in the Central Divine Continent, she was one of a kind.
Bai Jinghong had boasted that no genius from the Eastern Wilderness would dare to challenge him, yet he lost so miserably.
The so-called rules of the Hengyun Sword City were tossed aside like nothing.
Many were eager to approach Ying Bing.
But her aura, as clear as a cold moon, was too overwhelming, and for a moment, no one dared to step forward.
“Who is that boy beside her?”
“Li Mo, he’s also a master of the Xuanbing, and together with Ying Bing, they are known as the twin prodigies of Qingyuan Sect.”
“This... the Qingyuan Sect can’t possibly have two such swordsmanship prodigies, can they?”
“I know him; he’s Li the Kind-hearted. The largest charity hall in Ziyang Prefecture is run by him, and I’ve heard he’s a really nice guy.”
“I’ve heard too; this Li is known for his easygoing nature, even inviting outer disciples to play at Fanghua Tower.”
“Wow, this guy is approachable.”
Surprisingly, many recognized our Li the Kind-hearted.
There was no helping it; more and more people had received aid from Li Mo, and word spread.
As a result, Xiao Li’s reputation was exceptionally solid.
“It seems his character has helped him stand alongside Ying Bing.”
“What are they doing?”
“Doodling with tea on the table; could they be communicating swordsmanship this way?”
...
“Patrick Star draws like this.”
Li Mo looked at the starfish on the table and drew a square with holes in it:
“This is SpongeBob.”
“.....”
Ying Bing watched the boy’s serious expression and found him quite childish.
But she still nodded gently.
“Alright, let’s do it this way.”
After all, she still owed him a favor.
And she didn’t believe she couldn’t make delicious food.
Crack—
At that moment, a sudden thunderclap echoed outside.
A disciple of Fenyu Lin stumbled in.
“Something big has happened!”
“Yin Huacheng has been killed!”
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**Chapter 123: Li the Kind-hearted is Not Wrong; the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm Opens**
“Yin Huacheng is dead?”
A stone stirred up a thousand waves; everyone was shocked.
Yin Huacheng was the highest-ranked among the Qingyuan Sect’s participants this time.
Few dared to claim they could defeat him.
He’s dead?!
“He really is dead; he was killed just a mile from the Zhuangzi, and his body has already been brought back.”
From the pale face of the Fenyu Lin disciple, it was clear.
Yin Huacheng didn’t just die; he died a gruesome death.
In an instant, countless gazes turned toward the Qingyuan Sect.
Yet, most of the Qingyuan Sect members appeared unfazed, lacking the expected anger and agitation.
It was as if a stranger had died.
Only Li Mo, with a serious expression, said:
“I feel there’s something fishy about this; we should go take a look.”
.........
The wind and rain continued as before.
Tonight would surely be a sleepless night.
In the front hall of Dongli Zhuang, a straw mat was laid out, with faint bloodstains seeping through. If it weren’t for the mention of Yin Huacheng, it would be hard to say that a person had died here.
“How tragic.”
“Who... who could have killed him?”
“I don’t even know what weapon the assailant used; it certainly wasn’t a sword or knife.”
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