Chapter 191 Sword Contest? Sorry, you've kicked a hornet's nest.
"Reporting to the Sect Master, someone outside requests an audience."
"Hmm? I have matters to attend to here. Whoever it is, have them wait outside."
"Uh... but..."
"Doesn't my word matter?!"
Feng Bailong frowned, slamming his teacup down on the table.
"Yes, Sect Master! I'll have the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall wait outside for a while..."
Feng Bailong nodded, then suddenly his wrist froze.
"Wait! Who is it?"
"Holy Son Jiang Nian."
"Damn it! Get the hell out of here!"
Feng Bailong kicked the disciple who reported the news in the butt and hurriedly ran outside.
Jiang Nian, with two women, leisurely climbed the mountain peak of the Wind Sword Sect, as carefree as if they were on vacation.
Zhu Zhuqing wasn't interested in any of this; she was more interested in seeing Jiang Nian's Martial Soul.
"Your Highness, why didn't you inform us of your arrival? We could have sent elders and disciples to greet you at the foot of the mountain."
Jiang Nian recognized the middle-aged man before him as the current sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect.
"No need for such trouble. I have some important business to attend to at the Wind Sword Sect."
"Very well, please follow me, Your Highness."
"Yes."
Soon, they reached the summit.
The Wind Sword Sect disciples, seeing their sect leader so warmly welcoming a handsome young man, craned their necks, eager to hear what they were saying.
"Wow, so handsome! How wonderful it would be if he could be my junior brother..."
"You're such a fangirl! Don't you even know his identity?"
"He's the current Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. He was probably more powerful than you when he was just a few years old."
"What? He's the Holy Son?!"
The Wind Sword Sect disciples were secretly amazed. Several of them had seen Jiang Nian long ago, and some had even fought him.
"Back then, I withstood a hundred moves from the Holy Son, only to narrowly lose."
"Damn, I've heard that story hundreds of times."
"Basic stuff."
Zhu Zhuqing felt some people's gazes on her, and she frowned, shrinking back into Qingyu's arms.
The male disciples only glanced at her briefly before avoiding further staring.
Although they were amazed by their beauty, they knew they couldn't afford to offend them.
Jiang Nian and Feng Bailong were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for eighteen years. Back then, he was a spirited disciple of the Wind Sword Sect, while he was just a fertilized egg.
"Holy Son, if there's anything you need from our Wind Sword Sect, please don't hesitate to ask."
"Oh? Well, there really is something I need from you."
Jiang Nian swirled his teacup, took a small sip, and began to get down to business.
"Sect Master Feng, I hope your Wind Sword Sect can join our Spirit Hall."
Feng Bailong's face stiffened, then he gave an awkward laugh.
"Your Highness, are you joking?"
Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Sect Master Feng, do you think I'm joking?"
Feng Bailong remained silent, his brows furrowed deeply.
Their Wind Sword Sect had been passed down for so many years, never siding with any other sect, not even the royal family.
As sword cultivators, they valued integrity above all else.
But now, the Spirit Hall was powerful.
If they didn't agree, their Wind Sword Sect might face annihilation.
Wasn't the Power Clan silently wiped out by the Spirit Hall?
Feng Bailong clenched his fists, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Ah! An idea!
"Ahem... Your Highness, our Wind Sword Sect has always only cultivated the sword. Only those whose swordsmanship surpasses ours will willingly submit..."
"If the Spirit Hall can find a Soul Master stronger than me in the swordsmanship realm, I will willingly lead the Wind Sword Sect to submit!"
Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly, "Really?"
"Really!" Feng Bailong smiled confidently.
As far as he knew, there seemed to be no one in the entire Spirit Hall who used a sword-wielding spirit more powerful than himself. He had heard that the Grand Elder was supposedly the number one swordsman in the world, but why would someone like that concern himself with such matters?
Therefore, the advantage was in his hands!
"Alright, then please invite Sect Master Feng to come out and have a match."
"Okay... Hmm? Wait a minute!" Feng Bailong paused, somewhat bewildered, and said, "Your Highness, aren't you a Umbrella-type Spirit? How can you also use a sword?"
"Isn't it all the same?"
"..."
Feng Bailong's lips twitched, but he quickly regained his confident demeanor.
"Since that's the case, then I'll test my swordsmanship with the Holy Son."
He had initially thought the white-robed woman possessed a sword spirit...
Phew~ He scared himself.
Once Jiang Nian loses, he'll probably be too embarrassed to bring it up again, right?
He's such a clever little devil!
Feng Bailong's lips curled into a smile, his mood rather pleasant.
The two arrived at the plaza in front of the main hall, intending to spar briefly there.
"Your Highness, how about we begin now?"
"Hmm."
The elders and disciples who had come to watch the spectacle whispered amongst themselves, curious as to why their sect leader was fighting with Holy Son Jiang Nian.
"They're... they're comparing swordsmanship?"
"Huh? Holy Son Jiang Nian doesn't cultivate swordsmanship, how could he possibly be comparing swordsmanship? I think you're overdoing it."
"Hmm? Why is the Holy Son picking up a bamboo stick?!"
Feng Bailong's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the bamboo in Jiang Nian's hand, smiling without saying a word.
Arrogant!
Does he really think he has a sword spirit?!
Throughout the entire continent, apart from the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall and Chen Xin, Jiang Nian had never feared anyone in the realm of swordsmanship!
"Holy Son, be careful!"
"You too."
Jiang Nian picked up a bamboo stick, lightly demonstrating its power in his hand, making an attacking motion.
The other disciples watched intently, their mouths agape, curious to see who would win.
Feng Bailong thrust his Spirit Sword at Jiang Nian, though he didn't use any Soul Skills, the power it unleashed was not to be underestimated.
Clang!
Jiang Nian easily blocked Feng Bailong's attack with the bamboo stick, his eyes calmly fixed on the man so close to him.
"Your sword isn't fast enough, nor is it ruthless enough," Jiang Nian murmured softly, the bamboo stick in his hand quickly imbued with dense sword energy.
A terrifying killing intent filled the entire plaza, and all the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect gaped in shock, somewhat incredulous.
"This...this is? Impossible! You don't even cultivate swordsmanship, where did you get this sword heart?!"
Feng Bailong was on the verge of breaking down, suddenly doubting whether this world was even real.
Jiang Nian didn't reply, simply unleashing a casual slash.
Feng Bailong quickly used his eighth soul skill to try and defend himself.
However, he had underestimated Jiang Nian.
His defenses were as flimsy as paper, easily breached.
The longsword in Feng Bailong's hand shattered, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
Half of the broken sword was stuck in the ground, and the plaza was now a mess.
Feng Bailong felt dizzy, and looking at the blue sky, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He had thought he had victory in the bag, but...
"I...I lost..."
(End of Chapter)