Chapter 103

Yuan Fuyao’s swordsmanship was extremely ornate and dazzling, seemingly possessing a profound and mysterious quality. However, to Ye Jingyun, this swordsmanship was riddled with flaws.

He pursed his lips and said, “All flashy and fancy, but it’s useless. Watch me break through all defenses with sheer force!”

As he spoke, Ye Jingyun swung the Golden Crow Blade, and a dazzling golden light burst forth from the blade as he swiftly slashed towards Yuan Fuyao.

Ye Jingyun received personal instruction from “Sword Master” Ye Hongyi, and what he learned was the “Whirlwind Sword Technique” of Red Leaf Manor. This is a superior sword technique with great power and domineering force. It emphasizes that with a sword in hand, nothing is insurmountable. No matter when or what enemy you face, you must have an indomitable spirit!

Furthermore, Ye Jingyun inherited Ye Hongyi’s lifelong skills, making his internal strength no less than that of Wei Dongxiang, Yao Ye, and others. In addition, with the Golden Crow Blade, one of the three great divine weapons of the world, his martial arts are already among the best in the martial arts world today. Below the Heavenly Rank, he is truly invincible.

In contrast, Yuan Fuyao is also a disciple of a great master. As the last disciple of Xuantian Daoren, Yuan Fuyao has mastered all of Xuantian Daoren’s true teachings except for the “Wuwei Dao Scroll”. He has the “Taiji” mental method of Shaoyue Sect, which is second only to the “Shangshan Ruoshui” mental method, as well as the “Zhengfan Liangyi Sword Method”. This sword method is infinitely changeable and is also a superior sword method. His body movement and footwork are also top-notch.

Yuan Fuyao’s overall strength is that of a top-tier martial arts master.

However, he was facing Ye Jingyun.

Ye Jingyun’s Golden Crow Blade gleamed with golden light as it attacked Yuan Fuyao head-on, shattering Yuan Fuyao’s sword circle in mid-air with unstoppable force!

Yuan Fuyao felt the pressure increase greatly. His superb sword skills were completely ineffective against the opponent’s profound internal strength!

He instinctively had the urge to retreat. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he moved his feet accordingly, using his sword to parry the opponent’s blade while retreating backward to deflect the immense force surging from the opponent’s blade!

On the Kun Kingdom’s side, Fang Huaxian looked at Ye Jingyun’s swordplay and nodded, saying, “Not bad. At such a young age, he already has an indomitable spirit and has some of the brilliance of the ‘Sword Master’ back then.”

Standing behind Fang Huaxian, Ye Ruiyun looked at Ye Jingyun in the arena and thought to herself, “It’s a good thing that Jingyun’s martial arts are now so advanced. It’s just a pity that it’s still far from enough to deal with Bai Bufan…” She was eager to improve her strength and wanted to learn all kinds of martial arts, but this could only increase her breadth, not her depth. A mixed and impure set of martial arts was definitely not a good thing.

Seeing Ye Jingyun’s fierce and powerful swordplay, Ye Ruiyun suddenly realized that as long as she grasped the essence of the “Whirlwind Sword Technique,” she could definitely join the ranks of the top martial arts masters.

At this moment, Qi Fei said, “Ye Jingyun is going to win.” Feng Jianqing, who was standing to the side, smoothed her bangs. She didn’t need to look to know that Yuan Fuyao would definitely not last more than ten moves.

Back at Red Leaf Manor, she used the fourth move of the “Sun and Moon Divine Skill,” “Sun and Moon United,” but could only manage a draw with Ye Jingyun, demonstrating the opponent’s formidable strength.

Keep in mind that Ye Jingyun had only just received Ye Hongyi’s inheritance at that time and did not have enough time to fully digest it. Under such circumstances, how terrifying was it that he was able to fight her to a draw?

Of course, at that time, Feng Jianqing had only learned the “Sun and Moon Divine Skill” a few days prior and hadn’t yet mastered it. However, even now that she had cultivated the “Sun and Moon Divine Skill” to perfection, she wasn’t confident she could defeat Ye Jingyun.

Qi Fei felt a sharp gaze fall on him. He moved his gaze and saw Wang Hongyu’s eyes filled with anger.

Qi Fei ignored him and simply watched the competition in the arena.

Sure enough, after a few moves, Yuan Fuyao was completely thrown into disarray, her swordplay became chaotic, and she kept retreating.

He stared at Ye Jingyun, who resembled a ferocious tiger, and was horrified: “How can this kid’s internal strength be so profound? His swordsmanship is clearly full of flaws, and I could easily break it, but I simply don’t have that ability. I’m not as fast as him, and my strength is not as great… What should I do… No… I can’t lose… My Wanru…”

Sunlight shone on Yujing Square, and sweat dripped continuously from Yuan Fuyao’s forehead.

At this moment, Ye Jingyun let out a loud shout, and a powerful innate qi surged from his body, transforming into a semi-transparent whirlwind that carried him forward. Holding a knife in both hands, his imposing aura was overwhelming, like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain, pouncing madly towards Yuan Fuyao!

“Ha!”

Yuan Fuyao knew something was wrong. In this critical moment, she poured all her inner energy into the longsword in her hand, shouted loudly, and raised her sword to meet Ye Jingyun.

All those present saw a golden light slash down, followed by a crisp “clang.” When they looked again, the longsword in Yuan Fuyao’s hand had been cut in two by Ye Jingyun’s Golden Crow Blade, which continued its momentum and fell towards Yuan Fuyao!

Everyone was deeply moved!

As expected of Xuan Tian Dao Ren’s disciple, at this critical moment, Yuan Fuyao decisively abandoned the broken sword in her hand, slipped, and used the Shao Yue Sect’s “Dragonfly Skimming Water” lightness skill to fly backwards without regard for anything else, finally narrowly avoiding Ye Jingyun’s fatal blow!

With a loud “bang,” Ye Jingyun’s Golden Crow Blade cleaved a deep crack in the plaza floor.

“Uh…” Yuan Fuyao stopped a few feet away, clutching her chest with one hand, and with a “whoosh,” she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although he avoided the fatal blow, he was still injured by Ye Jingyun’s sword energy and was no longer able to fight.

“You flatter me.” Ye Jingyun pursed his lips, standing there without blushing or panting, his face full of arrogance. “I…I lost? I actually lost…This is impossible!” Yuan Fuyao muttered to herself.

“Senior brother, be careful not to fall.” A disciple of the Shaoyue Sect stepped forward and helped Yuan Fuyao up.

“No, I can’t lose… Wanru is mine, she’s mine!” Yuan Fuyao screamed frantically, then looked at Wang Hongyu and shouted, “Brother Wang, tell them, Princess Wanru is mine! Nobody can take her from me! Tell them now…”

Wang Hongyu’s gaze was indifferent; he didn’t even glance at Yuan Fuyao.

“Senior brother, calm down.” Seeing that Yuan Fuyao was not in a good state, the Shaoyue Sect disciple quickly dragged him away.

“Who else dares to come up?” Ye Jingyun stood proudly on the spot, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

“Young Master Xuan from Dongyi has come to seek your guidance—”

“Young Master Yu of the Northern Di has come to seek your guidance—”

“The Third Young Master of the Southern Barbarians has come to seek guidance—”

“The Little Whirlwind from the Western Rong has come to seek guidance—” In an instant, four young men with different appearances and attire leaped into the arena and surrounded Ye Jingyun.

These four men varied in stature: some were tall, some were short, some were ugly, some had tattoos on their faces and wore whips, and their clothes were quite strange. Clearly, they were not from the Great Gan Dynasty or the Kun Kingdom, but rather young heroes from neighboring small countries.

Ye Jingyun completely disregarded the four of them, saying dismissively, “Don’t waste time, all four of you come at me at once!”

“What courage!”

Without any hesitation, the four men brandished their weapons—swords, spears, halberds, and daggers—and simultaneously pointed them at Ye Jingyun.

“A strong wind rises, and the clouds fly high!”

Ye Jingyun shouted, and the Golden Crow Blade burst out with a dazzling golden light, enveloping all four people around him.

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of weapons clashing rang out continuously. After a series of clanging sounds, the light faded, accompanied by four screams, and blood splattered out as four figures fell backward one after another.

The four men—Dongyi Xuan, Beidi Yu, Nanman Sanshaoye, and Xirong Xiaoxuanfeng—were all pale-faced, coughing up blood, and covered in wounds. Their weapons lay scattered to the side.

The four of them left in a sorry state.

Ye Jingyun called out loudly, “Who else?” At this moment, a white figure floated over, and a young man holding a long sword landed in front of Ye Jingyun, his eyes slightly cold as he stared intently at him.

Ye Jingyun looked at the person who had come, and when he saw that it was Bai Bufan, a surge of anger immediately welled up in his eyes.

During the battle at Peach and Plum Mountain, Ye Hongyi was outmaneuvered by Bai Xifeng, which led to her defeat and eventual death.

Ye Jingyun had always remembered this debt. Although he couldn’t kill Bai Xifeng, he had the opportunity to spar with Bai Xifeng’s son, Bai Bufan, kill him, and get some interest back, which would be excellent.

“Your martial arts are not bad. Do you dare to spar with me?” Ever since Bai Bufan broke through to the Innate Realm, he felt that few could rival his martial arts skills, and he couldn’t help but want to exchange a few moves with Ye Jingyun.

“Hmph, you’re asking for death!” Without saying a word, Ye Jingyun swung his knife at Bai Bufan.

Bai Bufan raised his sword to parry, but the moment his sword touched the Golden Crow Blade, it was cleaved in two. He was shocked and quickly dodged.

Bai Bufan was a spoiled brat from a young age, relying on Bai Xifeng’s tyranny to act arrogantly and never taking others seriously.

In his opinion, his father Bai Xifeng’s martial arts were the best in the world. Now that his martial arts had reached the Innate Realm, he believed that his martial arts were enough to be ranked among the top masters in the martial arts world.

The reason he was so arrogant was that he rarely fought with others. Most of the time, when he encountered enemies, someone else would take care of them for him. He simply couldn’t tell how high Ye Jingyun’s martial arts skills were.

Facing Ye Jingyun at this moment, Bai Bufan was immediately overpowered in a single move, and his expression changed drastically as he realized the seriousness of the situation.

Not far away, Bai Xifeng sat on a large chair made of golden nanmu wood, coldly watching the battle unfold. Beside him sat Yan Youruo, the second most beautiful woman in the world.

Yan Youruo was dressed in a black gauze dress, her face veiled, making her incredibly mysterious.

Seeing that Bai Bufan was in critical condition, she quickly grabbed Bai Xifeng’s hand and said, “Master, Bufan is no match for Ye Jingyun. He is in danger. You must save him. Last time, he had one of his hands broken. If something happens to him again this time, I will not allow it.”

Bai Xifeng patted her fair hand gently and said, “Don’t worry, Madam. With me here, Bufan will be fine. It’s good for him to gain experience. Only by experiencing life-and-death battles can he truly grow!”

Ye Jingyun’s sword strikes were incredibly fierce, and Bai Bufan was completely unable to withstand them. Despite repeatedly using the “White Rainbow Sword Technique” of Aojian Villa, he was still being suppressed. Although this sword technique was a superior sword technique in the martial arts world and was incredibly powerful in Bai Xifeng’s hands, it seemed so ordinary in Bai Bufan’s hands.

Just as Bai Bufan was about to be killed by Ye Jingyun’s blade, a sword aura suddenly flew out from Bai Xifeng’s hand. The white sword light flashed, and with a “clang”, the Golden Crow Blade in Ye Jingyun’s hand trembled violently, almost slipping from his grasp.

Ye Jingyun was shocked and quickly retreated.

Seeing this, Ye Taixuan quickly stood up and said, “This martial arts contest for marriage is a competition among the younger generation. It seems inappropriate for the ‘Sword Saint’ to interfere like this.”

Xuantian Daoist and Kongming Zen Master exchanged a glance and both said, “That’s not appropriate.”

Bai Xifeng said with a faint smile, “My son Bufan lost this battle. Since my son is in danger, I naturally have to save him. Do you want to see me lose my son? Aren’t your thoughts a bit too malicious?”

Upon seeing this, Ye Taixuan immediately sat down, speechless.

“Who else?”

After Bai Bufan left, Ye Jingyun’s momentum grew even stronger. He was full of vigor, holding the Golden Crow Blade, and proudly surveyed his surroundings.

Seeing this, the crowd whispered among themselves, each with their own thoughts.

Feng Liyao’s phoenix eyes flashed, and she thought to herself, “Another dazzling star has risen in the martial arts world. If this child does not die young, he will surely become another Ye Hongyi in the future. It’s just a pity that he followed the wrong person.”

She winked at Kazami Haru beside her.

Kazami Haru nodded slightly, brought her cherry lips close to Qi Fei’s ear, and said, “Give me the Panlong Sword, I’ll deal with Ye Jingyun. After defeating Ye Jingyun, Xia Yushu will definitely come out. I’ll test his martial arts first. Watch carefully, you must defeat him!”

“Understood.” Qi Fei nodded and handed the Panlong Sword to her.

Kazami Haru took the Panlong Sword, leaped into the arena, stood opposite Ye Jingyun, and said in a sweet voice, “I’ll have a match with you.”

The people around looked at each other in bewilderment.

This is a martial arts contest to find a husband, what is a woman doing here?

Wang Hongyu shouted, “Young lady, don’t you know about this martial arts contest for marriage?”

Kazami Haru smiled gently and said, “Of course I know! A martial arts contest to find a husband, according to the rules of the martial arts world, anyone under the age of thirty, regardless of gender, can participate. What, you’re not welcome? Do you intend to break the rules of the martial arts world?”

Xuan Tian Dao Ren flicked his whisk and said, “That may be true, but what if Miss Feng wins? Do you really want to be a great female consort, or marry Princess Wanru back to Kun Kingdom?”

Kazami Haru smiled and said, “Senior is right, I do intend to marry Princess Wanru back to Kun Kingdom!”

“This…” Xuan Tian Daoist was speechless.

Everyone was whispering among themselves. It was common knowledge that the people of Kun Kingdom liked to play the “mirror polishing” game. Feng Liyao kept more than three hundred palace maids around her, and they were not just errand girls.

However, Kazami Haru’s blatant desire to “marry” a woman is quite shameful.

Ye Jingyun didn’t care about any of that; he would show no mercy to anyone who dared to challenge him.

Ye Jingyun looked at Feng Jianqing, gripping the Golden Crow Blade tightly, his expression turning serious for the first time. He had fought Feng Jianqing once before and knew that she was a formidable fighter, not to be underestimated; he had to go all out in this battle.

Kazami Haru gripped the hilt of the Panlong Sword with one hand, and the longsword slowly came out of its sheath.

Ye Jingyun also picked up his sword and began to gather his power. Under his powerful innate true energy, his robes billowed slightly, forming a three-foot-thick layer of light golden aura around his body. The powerful aura not only formed a shield but also continuously flowed into the Golden Crow Sword in his hand. The blade immediately shone with a dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire scene and almost rivaling the brilliance of the sun in the sky!

A powerful aura formed a vast pressure, like the roar of a tiger, and pushed towards Feng Jianqing.

The onlookers were deeply moved. It turned out that Ye Jingyun had not used his full strength in the previous match. This was his true strength, which was truly terrifying. It was thought that even experts of Wei Dongxiang and Yao Ye’s caliber might not be able to match him.

At the same time, Kazami Haru was not to be outdone.

A layer of red and blue protective energy shield, two feet thick, rose from her body. Then, she raised her long sword high, the blade emitting a faint light, and strands of silver threads fell down, like a continuous drizzle.

Ye Jingyun and Feng Jianqing, one exuding an incomparably fierce and unstoppable momentum, the other like a gentle breeze and fine rain, as if the ocean embraces all rivers.

Almost instantly, the gentle breeze and drizzle met the roaring tiger. A muffled thud was heard, and with a “bang,” Ye Jingyun’s gale and Feng Jianqing’s drizzle exploded simultaneously, forming a violent turbulent flow of true energy. The energy surged and swept in all directions.

Everyone stared intently, looking up, afraid of missing any detail.

Everyone knows that this is a true contest between top masters, a battle between two prodigies, far beyond the competition of ordinary masters. Watching a contest of this caliber is extremely beneficial for improving one’s own strength.

“bite!”

With a crisp sound, the Golden Crow Blade and the Coiled Dragon Sword clashed together, bursting into a blinding flash of light and sparks flying everywhere.

Both the Golden Crow Blade and the Panlong Sword are divine weapons of their time, capable of cutting hair in two and slicing iron like mud. Having been passed down for hundreds of years, they will never decay.

When these two divine weapons clashed, it was difficult to determine which was superior.

It’s obvious to anyone with eyes that in terms of the depth of true qi, Feng Jianqing is clearly inferior to Ye Jingyun. As for weapons, neither of them can win with the Golden Crow Blade and the Panlong Sword. The next step will depend on their martial arts styles.

Ye Jingyun used the “Wild Wind Saber Technique” of Red Leaf Manor. This superior saber technique in the martial arts world is the peerless saber technique that “Saber Master” Ye Hongyi relied on to make her famous. Naturally, it is extremely powerful and fierce.

Ye Jingyun used the Golden Crow Blade to execute this sword technique, which was like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves or a tiger unleashed from its cage. His sword technique was wide and sweeping, with horizontal sweeps, vertical slashes, and swift thrusts, constantly launching fierce attacks on Feng Jianqing.

Kazami Haru wielded the Panlong Sword with uncanny agility, and as the sword moved, strands of silver light fell like a gentle drizzle, dispersing the protective energy within Ye Jingyun’s blade.

This sword technique is the “Falling Rain Sword Technique” of Tingyu Tower, which is also a superior sword technique in the martial arts world. This sword technique uses softness to overcome hardness. In Feng Jianqing’s hands, it has reached a state of perfection. Every move is aimed at Ye Jingyun’s knife technique, like a needle against a wheat awn, constantly colliding.

Her control over her internal energy was also extremely exquisite; she used just the right amount of force, neutralizing the opponent’s fierce attack.

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, secretly marveling at the spectacle.

It must be said that the martial arts skills of these two have reached an extremely high level. Below the Heavenly Rank, probably no one can surpass them.

On the side of Dachan Temple and Shaoyue Sect, Xuantian Daoist and Kongming Zen Master sat side by side on large sandalwood chairs, both grandmasters watching intently.

Xuan Tian Daoist picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, and nodded, saying, “Well done, truly a promising young man.”

Zen Master Kongming also said, “Even you and I, at their age, are far from having such skill.”

The fight between Kazami Haru and Ye Jingyun was incredibly intense. As they released their inner energy, the blue bricks on the ground flew up one after another, as if a layer of the square had been shaved off. The flying blue bricks kept hitting each other, then collided with each other in mid-air, exploding into fragments and bursting out clouds of dust.

Before long, the two had exchanged more than a hundred blows. At this point, Feng Jianqing was at a disadvantage because her internal strength was inferior to her opponent’s. Relying solely on the “Falling Rain Sword Technique” was no longer enough to withstand Ye Jingyun’s still extremely fierce offensive.

Kazemi Haru wasn’t in a hurry. Seeing Ye Jingyun slash at her again, she suddenly let out a delicate shout, her body paused, and a ball of blue-silver light appeared from her chest, transforming into a phantom of a bright moon with a phoenix spreading its wings inside, ready to take flight.

“Bright Moon Phoenix!”

The onlookers all understood that Feng Jianqing, in a weakened position, had finally unleashed the Feng clan’s ultimate technique, the “Bright Moon Flying Phoenix” divine skill.