True Solution of the Sword Dao

Several onlookers stood around, but others seemed completely uninterested. They just passed by, at most casting an occasional glance.

"Lu Xianyang, you better think this through, this is the place of Tracing Sword Saint," the man in black smiled.

"Fang Wenjun, stop teasing little Vermilion Bird, it’s not easy for Nanyang to have a complete swordsmanship, don’t let it die out here," a flamboyantly dressed woman laughed coquettishly at the side.

"Anyone who draws a sword in front of the main club will be executed on the spot," declared the woman in white standing next to Ning Yunyun, who had silently moved to the center of the scene.

In her hand, she held a small golden badge adorned with the strange bird pattern of a humanoid bird.

"It’s a Shadow Swordsman! She’s a core member!!" A murmur of awe emanated from the people on one side.

"A core member!?"

"No way? The ones in the legends are all heartless demons who kill without batting an eye!"

"Hmph!" Lu Xianyang snorted coldly, released his grip on the sword, and strode into the main club.

Fang Wenjun cupped his hands in respect to those around him.

"I am Fang Wenjun of Qingcheng, thank you, fellow daoists, for your support."

"Qingcheng sword faction?" The woman in white frowned slightly. "If you’re not here to cause trouble, my Swordsmanship Club welcomes you. Behave yourself."

Ning Yunyun made a gesture of devotion with her hands clasped to her chest, her face filled with adoration.

"So cool!!!" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Luo Yun, on the other hand, was pondering the new terms she had heard.

"Nanyang Vermilion Bird Sword Sect, Qingcheng Fang Wenjun, Shadow Swordsman... Each of these titles is incredibly exaggerated. Are the powers they represent really as divine as they sound?" she mused quietly.

Boom!!!

All of a sudden.

A heavy thud emanated from the ground near the entrance.

Luo Yun and her companion focused their gaze.

All they saw was a pair of clear footprints where Vermilion Bird Lu Xianyang had stood on what had been a cement ground.

"I... I can’t believe it!! That’s a cement floor!!" Luo Yun was agape with shock.

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Swordsmanship Club, main competition field.

The final showdown was far from starting, and the entire field was empty and silent.

Ning Que stood in the highest seat of the viewing stand, with Xi Yueqing standing behind him.

The two of them stood silently in the deserted stadium.

"It’s still the selection phase in the various competition zones. The finals are at least more than a week away. Even though the competition has started, it’s still early for the finals to begin here," Xi Yueqing said, hands clasped lazily behind his head.

"Why did you call me over so early?"

"Didn’t you resurrect thousands from your Moonlight Sword Sect? Where are your people? I haven’t seen a single one," Ning Que inquired.

"Mind your own business!" Xi Yueqing rolled his eyes. "But I did hear about a little girl who worships you madly. She fought tooth and nail to be transferred to your side as a deputy. How is it? Do you feel anything? I’ve seen her! That sister’s figure and looks are just this!" he exclaimed with a lascivious smile, giving a thumbs up.

"That’s impossible between us. I’m old enough to be her great-great-grandfather," Ning Que said, at a loss for words. "You, on the other hand, need to be careful."

"I’m different!" Xi Yueqing said seriously, "I’ve given my full and sincere heart to every woman I’ve loved! But those Ancestor-level abilities to clone and project are simply too awesome... I won’t let any woman who loves me be sad."

"You..." Ning Que didn’t quite know how to describe this guy. "Anyway, let’s talk business."

"What is it?"

"There seems to be some movement from the Holy See."

"I know that, but Sir Griffin has been quietly assembling members of the Monster Clan into the surface world, already numbering in the thousands. It’s said that he’s retreating, but in reality, the Demon God Armor only needs to inherit. No one knows how long it will take him; he might have already become the Demon God by now. Otherwise, who would be so rash as to amass a large number of Monster Clans into the territory so early?" Xi Yueqing nodded.

"You’re to address him as the Speaker; after all, you’re also a golden member, so let’s stick to the rules," Ning Que corrected. "Also, Lin You and the others have started to search for the third Land of Seals. Strangely enough, the Holy See’s people are secretly sending Lin You precise calculations of potentially sealed lands. Presumably, some folks can’t wait any longer. Although I don’t know what will happen, it is clear that someone wants to speed things up. Just in case, we should both split up and go protect the Ancestor’s family members."

"All my clones are busy..." Xi Yueqing lamented, near tears. "Can projections work?"

"No, you’ve divided your projections too much; their strength is too dispersed, so being there is pointless," Ning Que said sternly.

"It’s also in preparation for the future."

"Aren’t there others...?"

"They are busier than us. That’s why I’m asking about your people," Ning Que replied.

"They... they’re lazier than me!" Xi Yueqing was frustrated. "They all went off on a group tour..."

"....."

"I’ll call them back immediately!"

"No need, Sect Leader." A ghostly shadow suddenly appeared beside the two. It was a petite and pretty woman.

"Did you really think we all went on a vacation?" the woman said with a smile. "If everyone was as lazy as you, our Moonlight Sword Sect would have gone out of business long ago."

Xi Yueqing chuckled sheepishly.

The woman bowed respectfully to Ning Que and said, "Lord Ning Que, I am Xi Qingluo, currently the Vice Sect Leader of the Moonlight Sword Sect. Our entire sect has entered there to complete the tasks set by the Sword Master. Those who came with us include some special Monster Clan members who are skilled in disguise, trying to blend into the surface world undetected."

"Since it’s Master Yan Fei’s plan, there’s no need for further words from me."

"Moreover, Master Lin You and his team have already received additional information on two more likely Lands of Seals from the Holy See. The full release of the seals doesn’t seem far off, but according to intelligence, the final ceremony will require the Elders of all five sealing families to unite. Only then will the Power of Inheritance be bestowed in a one-time event. It’s said that once the bestowing begins, the unexpected will occur. These are Master Yan Fei’s words," Xi Qingluo continued with respect.

"Master Yan Fei mentioned that this situation might arise much sooner than predicted. Please, lords, prepare comprehensively. Also, regarding the grand competition, he will make an appearance in the finals," she concluded.

"Is that so?" Ning Que nodded. "Then, since everything is in order, let’s leave it at that. I have other matters to attend to."

"Alright, I should go back too, otherwise Yueyue will get mad if she’s left waiting too long," Xi Yueqing said with a contented look.

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Seven days later. Noon.

"Wow!!"

The final arena was packed with people, all the spectators shouting loudly, caught up in excitement. Each one was cheering for their favored swordsman.

Among the audience, there were Japanese, South Koreans, and also people from the United Kingdom and the United States, but the majority were from Hua Nation.

Lin Fei stood quietly in the highest spectator stand.

Beneath him, on the steps, Ning Que and Xi Yueqing with longswords hanging at their waists stood on either side.

The three of them stood at the highest point, overlooking everything.

A transparent energy barrier separated them from the outside world, rendering the platform invisible to those outside.

Down in the arena, a beautiful female host was loudly introducing the competitors about to enter the field. She continuously worked up the atmosphere among the surrounding audience.

"Next up to enter the first round is the Mithril Swordsman Keru from Peru! Legend has it that his swordsmanship shines like mithril, capable of silently and effortlessly dispatching his enemies beneath its alluring charm...."

In the stands.

"Isn’t that a murderer?" a girl beside Luo Yun exclaimed in surprise, "Aren’t murderers supposed to be caught by the police? And yet, he has the audacity to compete in broad daylight?!"

The girl had faint eyebrows and baby-soft skin. With her shoulder-length hair, she appeared pure and elegant with a touch of nobility.

It was Cheng Nianwei, the class president from Lin Fei’s class.

She looked left and right, everywhere spectators were engulfed in fervent emotion, among them were not a few with tattooed bodies and fierce appearances. This suddenly made her feel a sense of shock and fear.

"Hey, Luo Yun, just what kind of place have you brought me to?" She was tense all over, vigilantly looking around.

However, she was surprised to find that not a single person in the surrounding crowd focused their attention on them. All were completely engrossed in the scene below.

Luo Yun, equally excited, said, "Getting here is all thanks to Yunyun’s sister’s connections. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have the qualifications. Just watch, you’ll be pleasantly surprised."

Ning Yunyun added from the side, "This is the grandest gathering for us martial arts enthusiasts. Do you know how much a ticket for this event costs outside?"

Cheng Nianwei shook her head blankly.

Ning Yunyun shook her palm.

"Five hundred thousand."

"Hiss...."

Cheng Nianwei took in a sharp breath.

Only then did she notice that the spectators around her, although there were indeed some with fierce appearances, were all wearing clothes that were not cheap.

"Is this what you called a club activity for our National Martial Arts Club?"

"Yeah, pretty cool, right?" Ning Yunyun chuckled.

By then, competitors from both sides had entered the arena.

One was a man of handsome appearance, wearing a bright red robe and holding a slender sword painted red.

The other was a muscular man dressed in a black tight suit that highlighted his strong body lines, with a slender silver fencing sword hanging at his waist.

"Peru? What kind of master can come from such a small place? I advise you to leave the stage early to avoid accidental death here," the man in red spoke in an unpleasantly shrill voice.

"I’ve long heard of the overseas Swordsmanship Master Red Sleeved Flying Feather Chi Jun. Today I intend to witness it firsthand," the Mithril Swordsman spoke in a deep voice, his words mysteriously auto-translated into synchronized Chinese.

The voice was still his own without any change in tone.

"Well, then, go to your death!"

Before Chi Jun’s words had finished, he suddenly dashed forward. Like an arrow, he charged at his opponent.

Clang!!!

A burst of sparks exploded between the two.

Chi Jun, chuckling girlishly, turned into a blur of red, his figure becoming indistinct. It was only possible to see a swirl of red quickly encircling the Mithril Swordsman.

The sound of clashing rang out unceasingly.

"Will of Silver," the Mithril Swordsman roared.

A burst of silver light exploded in his hand.

"Flying Cloud!" Likewise, a shout came from within the red mist.

Countless red points suddenly dispersed, scattering as innumerable specks of light, forming a sphere, then suddenly contracting.

Whoosh!!

All the red points struck the center of the silver light explosively.

And then they all converged to a single point.

Only then did everyone see clearly that this single point was actually the tip of Chi Jun’s Red Sword.

By this time, the Mithril Swordsman had completely become a mass of flesh scattered across the field, not even leaving a whole corpse behind.

"Hehehe...." Chi Jun giggled, lightly licking the sword tip. "Mithril Swordsmanship, that’s all it amounted to."

Boom!!

The entire arena was only then completely set ablaze.

Everyone was shouting with all their might. Frenzied.

The noise almost drowned everything out.

Luo Yun, Cheng Nianwei, and the third person became completely deaf to their surroundings. All they could hear was the deafening roar and cheering.

The three of them looked dumbfounded at the field. Their minds went blank.

"Murder... Murder has been committed!!" Cheng Nianwei’s gaze was vacant. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)