Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 811 Eyes flashing with swords and spears, hearts burning with hatred and enmity (Part 4)
The news of that sword strike on the Winter Sword Platform yesterday has spread throughout the capital.

The most beautiful swords are so dazzling that they dazzle and fascinate people; that is simply people's imagination of swords.

It would be unbelievable that anyone could see the fastest sword clearly.

There are 400,000 people below the Winter Sword Platform, not 40,000, not 400. How many of them are cultivators, how many are on the Crane and Duck List, legends of the martial world? How could not a single person see them clearly?

But everyone who witnessed it insisted that the sword was so fast that even though the twenty-second ranked hero, Lu Banmian, was clearly five zhang away, he didn't even have time to move his eyes before a bloody gash appeared on his neck.

Therefore, countless people came to see it the next day. Yong Ji still appeared three times, but Ling Na's sword did not appear again.

His opponent was much weaker, and no longer posed much pressure or difficulty for him. The prince remained expressionless as he took his spear onto the stage, placed it there, and defeated his opponent with his sword. In the process, his swordsmanship visibly became more and more refined.

He defeated Shao Xiuyuan of Xiaoqing Lake, and Wen Li of the Jingming Daoist also fell to his sword. In the third match, he defeated Ning Chaolie of the Daoist school, known as "Crimson Snow Flowing Vermilion," ending today's competition. Tomorrow, he will compete with the top 100 on the Fu Ranking for a place among the thirty-two in the main tournament.

As the prince stepped down from the sword platform, another vague rumor seemed to be confirmed—some kind of demonic trace began to appear on his appearance.

It was certainly more noticeable than yesterday, because many people saw that his left eye radiated bright red, distorted, and faintly bulging lines. Those who were lucky enough to get close also noticed that when the crown prince looked at people, sometimes only one eye would move, which sent chills down their spines.

On his right neck and shoulder blade, a sharp protrusion seemed to be subtly pushing up his clothes, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Is this the price for that sword? Where did that sword come from?
Of course, the Prince of Yan's mansion has no lineage of swordsmanship. The Prince of Yan does not know how to use a sword, and the Prince of Yan's mansion has not stood for six hundred years like the Five Clans.

But the Thirty-Three Swords Sect has never displayed such a sword before.

While people waited for him to use that sword technique again, they were also filled with anxiety and fear at the terrifying changes in his body, as if every cultivator standing opposite him was in danger of being devoured alive.

For a time, the other trials in the three days leading up to the Scale Trial seemed to lose their importance. People's attention was focused on this young master, anticipating and discussing how those legendary names would face him.

But in fact, the expressions of the people in front of him were different. Since seeing the sword yesterday, most of them had become thoughtful or solemn. Qunfei was playing with his fan with a slight frown. Shikao's usual smile disappeared, and he stared at the empty space with no expression. Qiusi looked very angry. The veins on his hand holding the sword hilt were bulging, and his teeth were grinding.

Yan Feiqing, Shang Yunning, Mei Jianxi and other minor characters remained as usual, but Shang Yunning also lowered her head and pressed her hand on her sword.

It was as if a catfish had suddenly swum in; although it wouldn't be their turn to take the stage until the sixteen-person trial, a tense atmosphere seemed to have already descended.

Yong Ji stepped down from the sword platform, and no one spoke to the prince. He boarded a carriage and left the venue before dusk.

……

Pei Ye did not go to Dongjiantai today.

He pushed open the palace gates of Mingyue Palace, which he hadn't visited in a long time, and Ying Suyu stood beside him for even longer.

She looked up at the dilapidated palace and courtyard. In fact, it was more vibrant than in winter. The snow had long since disappeared, and the lush weeds stretched out freely after several rains. The flowers and trees were covered with green, red, and pink colors.

Concealing the broken doors and crumbling bricks, it possesses a kind of dilapidated yet flourishing charm.

“Then, Chief Ying, I’ll go in first,” Pei Ye said.

"it is good."

Pei Ye raised her hand and gently looked up at the sky. The white hem of her clothes disappeared beside her, and the sky turned into a clear black. Fine rain wet her palm.

He looked away, and the palace gate in front of him looked very new.

On a spring night four years after the lock of the dragon's scales, the bright moonlight shone brightly from the palace candles behind the wall.

More than a month later, he pushed open the door again.

A long road, palace lanterns, the beautiful Bright Moon Palace, and a black-clad swordsman sitting under the eaves.

Yue Muzhou raised his eyes slightly on the steps: "Why are you here again?"

Pei Ye didn't say a word, walked up to him, raised his head and said, "I can't beat others anymore, teach me how to use a sword."

Yue Muzhou glanced at him indifferently: "Are you out of your mind?"

Yue Muzhou got to know him during those forty days in January and February.

As the only guest to have repeatedly visited and lingered at Mingyue Palace in the past twenty years, the young man always carried an absolute determination to learn freedom whenever he pushed open that door. His image was left in the mirage, and Yue Muzhou also remembered this young man who wanted to learn freedom.

Anyway, as far as I can remember, he was never too lazy to teach him.

“Teach me how to use a sword,” Pei Ye repeated, glancing down at him.

"If you bother me again, I'll kill you." Yue Muzhou covered his eyes with his arm.

"Someone wants you to take me as their apprentice."

Yue Muzhou sneered.

"You won't listen?"

"Who cares whoever it is," the man said lazily.

"Ying Suyu asked you to take me as your apprentice."

"..."

"..." Pei Ye looked at him.

Yue Muzhou lowered his arms, straightened his back, and stared at him.

"Oh?" he said.

“I’ll go and tell her, ‘I don’t care who you want.’”

"wait."

Pei Ye turned to leave, but Yue Muzhou drew his sword and struck him on the shin.

"Why don't you grab someone's arm when you're stopping them!" Pei Ye said angrily.

"What did Ying Suyu say? How do you know Ying Suyu?"

Pei Ye pursed her lips: "She said she's taking me as your apprentice on your behalf. If you don't accept me, she'll take me on herself. In the end, you'll have to teach me how to use a sword anyway."

"..." Yue Muzhou looked behind him.

Pei Ye turned around, and Ying Suyu walked in.

She wasn't wearing a Taoist uniform, but a white dress and a shawl, and she was carrying a sword.

She stared blankly at the man in front of her for a long time before whispering, "Hurry up and teach him your unrestrained spirit properly."

"Suyu..."

"Did you hear that?" Ying Suyu said seriously, "You're making such a fuss over asking me for advice on swordsmanship. You'll regret it later if you find out about this."

"What do I regret?"

“You’ve hurt the child so much,” Ying Suyu said. “I’ve asked you for advice so many times, and you never say anything nice.”

“…I do find him a bit strange,” Yue Muzhou glanced at the boy who was pursing his lips, “I don’t dislike him…I didn’t know you knew him—he’s really annoying, you know, I’ve already taught him—”

"Stop talking!" Ying Suyu frowned. "You have to be patient when teaching children."

“…Alright, alright.” Yue Muzhou sighed, glanced at her, and smiled, “Didn’t you just leave? Why are you back so soon?”

"..."

Ying Suyu pursed her lips, turned her head away, and two lines of tears suddenly flowed down her cheeks.

(End of this chapter)