Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 819 Rainwork Manifold
Li Wuyan stood gracefully with her hands on her hips and head held high: "So, I told you, Brother Pei Ye would definitely win, right?"

Li Bijun nodded in agreement from the side.

Since Li Wuyan also became the heir of the true bloodline, her mother encouraged her to play more with this little sister. The two ran around together in the palace, and even today, after leaving the palace, they still sat together.

"Who will Brother Pei Ye fight next? Let me see." Li Wuyan lowered her head and flipped through the pages.

Li Bijun leaned over and said, "...chicken, check, check."

“It is He Yaoyao.”

"Oh."

Li Wuyan frowned in thought. In truth, she didn't understand swordsmanship, nor did she know how powerful this person was; she only knew he was ranked third... But under Li Bijun's admiring gaze, she had to pretend to be deep in thought. After a long while, she waved her hand and concluded, "She can't beat Brother Pei Ye either!"

"it is good!"

Li Xizhou rested her chin on her hand and looked at the two girls with a quiet smile. She turned her head and saw that Li Youlong beside her was also quietly watching the two girls.

"Like you when you were a child?"

Li Youlong withdrew her gaze: "It doesn't look like it at all."

"Actually, I think it's similar. Although you look like a cold little person on the outside, you should be similar when you're with Meng'er."

Li Youlong smiled slightly but remained silent.

"Who do you think will win?" Li Xizhou asked.

Li Youlong glanced at His Highness the Crown Prince, pursed her lips, and whispered, "The eunuch is still here."

Li Xizhou smiled slightly: "If you say the prince consort will win, I won't blame you."

Few could hear the whispers between the heirs. In fact, the seats on the north side were much more solemn than those on the west side, with officials in attendance. The Tang Emperor sat on the throne, surrounded by the five noble families, the Crown Prince, and the Prince of Yan.

Di Jiu wasn't sitting at the highest point, but he was certainly very high up, and quite close to Yuan Zhao.

Beside him was Xie Chuantang. The two of them looked at the young man on the stage and lent a hand to help Yu Qing stand up. Then they turned around and walked off the sword platform, their figures gradually disappearing.

"The room prepared in the Southern Prison, as ordered by the lord, is ready," Xie Chuantang said in a low voice after a moment of silence.

Di Jiu nodded: "Have you also sent the three official documents to the Immortal Platform?"

"Hmm. A document requesting information, a warning letter, and a document written by the Prime Minister himself."

Di Jiu nodded.

"My lord... what kind of people are these two prisons going to hold?" Xie Chuantang asked in a low voice.

"Didn't Pei Ye tell you?"

“He told me he would send another mastermind of the Taiping Canal Gang to jail. But…” Xie Chuantang pursed his lips.

Di Jiu looked towards the stage: "Hmm. Well, if you believe him, just watch."

……

Sixteen people voted, which was more than half.

The four from the South District are: Luwei, Li Zhi, Qunfei, and Yongji.

The four from the North District are: Tianmu, Yan Feiqing, He Yaoyao, and Pei Ye.

A quarter of an hour later, the quarterfinals would begin. Pei Ye returned to his seat and watched the game with Yan Feiqing.

"You wield the sword well," Yan Feiqing suddenly said.

Pei Ye was slightly taken aback and gave him a surprised look.

"Can you beat He Yaoyao?" Yan Feiqing looked down.

"Maybe."

"Alright, let's have a match then."

"Okay... Ah, what?"

Luwei and Li Zhi went up on the stage, and Yang Zhenbing stared at them intently.

“Now that he’s facing off against Shikao-o, what do I know?” he said.

Pei Ye smiled: "It seems that Li Zhi left a strong impression on you."

“He is really strong,” Yang Zhenbing said. “Last year on the Winter Sword Stage, I had absolutely no chance of beating him.”

“It’s different now,” Pei Ye said. “Look at the deer tail.”

This was also an extremely eye-catching match, with the only participant being the Prince of Linxue, who was "invincible among his peers" surrounded by the [Tianlin Yi] aura, while on the other side was one of the top young pulse realm cultivators of this generation.

It was almost a clash between the martial arts world and the imperial family, but even the famous newspapers in the capital dared not use it as a gimmick.

Luwei bowed with his sword in hand, and Li Zhi nodded.

The fourth prince, as always, was dressed in plain clothes, his hair tied with a cloth ribbon, and his hands were empty. He looked at the deer tail with a detached expression, as if weighing his own weight in this world.

After the three chimes of the bell signaled the start of the sword trial, Yang Zhenbing understood why Pei Ye and Yan Feiqing had both said that Li Zhi and Mei Jianxi were in a state of uncertainty.

Li Zhi is very strong. He still maintains his dominance on the Feather Scale Arena. If he were to face Qun Fei, or even Yu Qing and He Yaoyao, he would have a very high chance of winning against Tiandi. After all, even if Yu Qing's sword intent is invincible, he may not be able to resist the power of Tiandi.

But he is not without flaws.

It wasn't revealed when he was fighting Mei Jianxi, but when he tried to penetrate everything in the deer's tail, Yang Zhenbing, who had been there before, clearly felt that "gap".

The sword with the deer tail is extremely penetrating.

If this had been played on last year's winter fencing stage, it's uncertain whether he could have won, but it would certainly have been an extremely exciting match.

Now, on this Winter Sword Platform in early summer, the gaps in [Tianlin Yi] are no longer enough to hide in front of such a sword.

The Dongting Sword lineage is led by the "Nine Songs". There are two lineages of the "Nine Songs": one begins with "Mountain Spirit" and the other begins with "River God". Zhu Gaoyang follows "River God" and Luwei follows "Mountain Spirit".

The "Mountain Spirit" sword system has fifty-four sword techniques, which Luwei mastered by the age of fourteen. At sixteen, he began to study the "Lesser Fate" sword system, which has twenty-three sword techniques, but he still does not know what level he has reached.

In order to repair the Dongting Sword, he searched through almost every sword in the world.

Luwei Youlai is not a swordsman who relies on intuition and sword sense. Although his sword talent is rare in the world, he likes the feeling of certainty and is averse to things that are not stable.

Unease stems from the unknown, and for Shikao, knowing all the swords and techniques in the world is a way to dispel the fog.

Things that are "perfect and flawless" are extremely rare for ordinary people, but they are not very novel to Luwei.

Many "perfectly seamless" circles are indeed circles without gaps, but they are tied together by a rope. Once you find the beginning and end of the rope and touch the knot, you've succeeded.

No matter how tightly it's tied, Deer Tail has the patience and confidence to untie it.

And this fourth prince really was a circle without knots. Although it was thick in some places and thin in others, it was indeed round and smooth, without any artificial repairs or joints.

However, it has a gap in it.

The deer tail could withstand the immense pressure of being enveloped by heaven and earth. The swords of Dongting were all divine swords. It would have taken Li Zhi at least half an hour to crush him, but he found this gap in just a quarter and a half.

He emerged from the middle and placed his sword three inches from Li Zhi's throat.

“After the selection of the crown prince, the ‘Lin’ link in the Heavenly Lin Yi became weaker,” Pei Ye said. “Moreover, I think that even before the selection, Li Zhi was no longer in harmony with heaven and earth.”

Yang Zhenbing nodded slowly.

Pei Ye looked up at the stage, but was slightly taken aback. Just then, Li Zhi turned around and looked at him, and their eyes met for a moment.

Then Li Zhi withdrew his gaze, turned around, and stepped off the stage.

After that, Yongji defeated Qunfei.

A quarter of an hour of gunfight, four breaths of swordfight. Qunfei didn't have many opportunities to draw her sword. The immense force of the spear forced her longsword to struggle to hold on. In a moment of deflection, Yongji once again used the move "Unrestrained" to open a large gash in her shoulder and neck.

The violence stunned the once lively and joyous Winter Sword Terrace, plunging it into silence once more.

The two from the South District were thus decided: Luwei and Yongji.

Then, the voice of the Immortal Terrace Yu Jian rang out again, announcing the names: "Three rounds, Pei Ye, right, Xu Daoshan, He Yaoyao."

Only then did some noise rise again around the sword platform.

He Yaoyao appears gentle and quiet, and is skilled with a sword. Although she has only appeared a handful of times—or rather, precisely because she has only appeared a handful of times—she is quite admired.

This disciple of the Continuing Daoshan lineage rarely speaks, yet he still manages to rank third. He has fought two matches so far, and they have never had a serious argument.

Pei Ye, however, still kept everyone immersed in the sword fight they had just witnessed.

Even though Luwei later unleashed a barrage of swords in the Realm of Heaven and Earth, leaving an overwhelming impression, and even though Yongji once again displayed that irresistible, breathtaking sword strike, the one that left the deepest impression was still the one from before.

The locust blossoms are as beautiful as the days of youth, their dark, ethereal beauty so profound and serene that one can almost hear the pulse of the earth.

Many people had a hazy and strange feeling after watching that performance, and felt a sense of loss after it ended.

When they saw that figure step onto the stage again, the once silent crowd began to stir again, and many people smiled again.

Two figures stood still on the sword platform.

"Master Crane, please enlighten me."

"He Yaoyao, the hermit of the mountain, is my master, Lu Weilou." He Yaoyao bowed respectfully. "Young Master Pei, please enlighten me."

Pei Ye glanced at her; she was still wearing a yellow dress, her black hair neatly combed and standing tall and elegant. It had been some time since he had seen this shy disciple. He drew his sword, smiled, and nodded.

He Yaoyao returned the smile, then hesitated for a moment: "Young Master Pei, are we... are we really going to fight?"

Not only was Pei Ye taken aback, but the sea of ​​people in front of the imperial city were also taken aback.

Pei Ye said, "The true legend of Crane Zhen is about 'real fighting,' but it's not allowed to kill someone."

He Yaoyao said shyly, "No, no, I meant, it wouldn't be good if I got hurt..."

"That's true," Pei Ye said. "Then, shall we be mindful of each other and stop short of a confrontation?"

He Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly: "That would be best."

Pei Ye said, "Master He has come from afar. Don't you think it would be more satisfying to fight a fierce battle?"

He Yaoyao shook her head and said seriously, "...I don't feel that way. I'm already very satisfied to be able to exchange ideas with so many talented people and receive their guidance."

Pei Ye chuckled inwardly, knowing it was just another platitude she'd recited, so he didn't reply and prepared to make his move.

But the woman herself said, "Young Master Pei's swordsmanship just now was truly excellent, it is truly admirable."

Pei Ye lowered his sword again: "Thank you. What is the most powerful sword technique of the Crane True Lineage? I don't think I've ever seen it before."

He Yaoyao thought for a moment: "There are several... Speaking of which, there is one that I planned to use in the Feather Scale Trial a long time ago, but unfortunately I can't use it now."

"What?" Pei Ye raised his eyes. "Did it take you a long time to prepare the sword? If you want to use it, then use it. Just let me have a turn with it at the end."

He Yaoyao shook her head seriously, drew her sword, and smiled gently: "Thank you for your kindness, Young Hero Pei. But it has nothing to do with the competition. It's a very exquisite and beautiful water sword technique... but it's been raining heavily for the past few days, and there's no rain today either."

Pei Ye thought for a moment and said, "I also have a water sword, which is quite exquisite and beautiful."

"Is that so? What a pity. I really like the Water Sword." He Yaoyao sighed and held the sword horizontally in front of her.

“Yes, He Zhenchuan mentioned it during the sword competition before.” Pei Ye thought for a moment and smiled. “Then, how about we wait for half an hour?”

He Yaoyao was slightly taken aback: "Waiting for what?"

"Wait, it might rain." Pei Ye looked up at the sky. "It might be raining right now, in this area."

"..." He Yaoyao's eyes widened. None of the many polite phrases she had memorized could handle this situation. Without a plan, she could only follow orders. So she nodded blankly and said, "Okay."

The crowd finally fell silent.

People didn't know if their ears or common sense were malfunctioning, or if the two genius swordsmen on stage had simultaneously plucked some strange and unusual string in their minds—a condition commonly known as a seizure.

But the Immortal Platform remained silent. Although the cricket fighting was provoked by two blades of grass, the living people playing swords had no way to urge them on. So the Winter Sword Platform became quiet and leisurely, and people discussed this scene with amazement.

Suddenly, a few cool drops fell with a soft thud, extinguishing countless idle chatter within moments.

The rain really started.

The sky wasn't even exactly overcast; it just seemed as if a thin layer of clouds had enveloped it, making the sun appear hazy. Then the rain began to fall in a light drizzle, and a cool breeze blew from the South Terrace all the way to the North Terrace.

He Yaoyao seemed to only realize what was happening at this moment, staring wide-eyed at the boy: "Pei Ye."

Pei Ye shook the water droplets off his sword and smiled contentedly, "Then let's see whose water sword is more exquisite and beautiful—if you use any other sword, you have to admit defeat, how about it?"

He Yaoyao was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Great!"

Without warning, she moved like a crane, her sword flashing as she swept in.

What a fast sword, what a precise sword!
The polite He Yaoyao is far from having such a sharp edge; the happy He Yaoyao is truly dangerous.

In the light drizzle, a flash of cold light passed by his neck. Pei Ye's sword darted out and blocked the light sword strike with a sharp, almost imperceptible movement.

He Yaoyao has a pair of bright eyes when she uses her sword. At this moment, those bright eyes are fixed on him. Her figure is graceful and her sword is already slashing towards the back of his neck. Pei Ye leans back and carries his sword, blocking the attack once again. The woman's light figure has already flipped behind him.

A thin, sharp light pierced his left waist.

After only two exchanges, Pei Ye recognized what kind of sword it was.

"Touching Fish"

Only Miss Ming demonstrated three moves to him, which were the creation sword techniques of Xudao Mountain.

It has no mystical properties, nor is it a sword technique of intent; as a sword art in itself, it is one of the most exquisite and beautiful in the world.

The exquisite turns and the graceful movements of the swordsman truly make this a poetic and picturesque sword, full of vitality.

The sword is extremely powerful, like a thin blade in water. With a slight sway, it disappears without a trace. A raindrop's slight refraction makes what you see an illusion... Pei Ye understood at this moment why this sword was called "Touching the Fish." It was indeed like a small fish in water.

After three moves, Pei Ye's sword could no longer reach the obstacle, so he had no choice but to flip upwards. Amidst the scattering raindrops, the gleaming blade pointed directly at He Yaoyao's face, and a chilling move called "Washing Eyes" forced the woman and her sword back together.

But she suddenly appeared again in the next moment. Pei Ye blocked her sword, and the thin sword broke through the opening again, pointing straight at his throat.

Pei Ye leaned back to avoid it, then leaped seven steps upwards on the raindrops. When he turned around, He Yaoyao was also chasing after him with her sword on her back.

Pei Ye gently stroked the sword, flicked his finger, and dozens of water droplets of varying sizes bounced up. He pointed a finger, and the [Sword Washing Water] sword, like an arrow released from a bow, cut through dozens of foamy white lines in the rain, eliciting gasps from the crowd.

He Yaoyao's clear eyes looked at him, but her momentum did not diminish. She faced the sharp raindrops, hooked her sword to catch them, and her body and sword drew several arcs like a dance. Dozens of sword-washing water were caught on her sword, making her look round and cute.

With a gentle flick of her longsword, He Yaoyao sent all the sword-washing water flying back at Pei Ye. Pei Ye was truly unfamiliar with this technique, so he had no choice but to twist his body and leap again, stepping on the raindrops as he soared into the sky.

He Yaoyao laughed: "Stop running away."

Pei Ye said, "It's about avoiding, not escaping. Don't talk nonsense."

He Yaoyao pursed her lips: "Then stop flying straight up, I keep drinking your boot-washing water."

Pei Ye remained still at the highest point, his body completely relaxed, a moment when the earth shifted his upward momentum to downward.

He was, of course, still incredibly far from the clouds, but when he raised his sword and slashed upwards, it was as if he had truly cut off a piece of cloud.

All of it turned into a cold, damp rain on his sword.

If I wish to cut a foot of sky from the heart of Hunan, Wu E, do not say that your knife is dull.

He wasn't going to run anymore; he tumbled downwards. A sword, its blade a sharp white line, rained down upon him. He Yaoyao, completely unprepared for such a sword strike, exclaimed, "Is that a true qi technique...?"

His body and sword had already spun around, dodging the powerful sword strike.

It's not that she can't handle it, it's that she can't handle "Touching Fish".

But she didn't need to catch this sword.

It exploded right where she had been standing.

The boy, like a god, rode a bolt of lightning and crashed into this rainy realm. White beads flew, thunder roared, and the ethereal rainy atmosphere vanished completely. The fish in the water naturally thrashed and rolled, not knowing where they were.

The Sword of Lesser Heat, the Shape of Rain

Ancient walls adorned with colorful dragons and gold-embroidered tails, the rain-bringer rides into the autumn pool.

Longjun Dongting is the representative sword of the middle level of the Xiangjun sword system. In terms of status, temperament, and power, it is worthy of this position. Once the sword is drawn, the sword's momentum pours down like rainwater, penetrating everywhere; the figure flashes like lightning, unstoppable and elusive.

The Rain Master transforms into the rain, which is called "flowing form".

He Yaoyao plummeted straight down, pursued relentlessly by Pei Ye, accompanied by thunder and rain. This was no longer a casual fishing trip; it was practically a blasted fish.

The sword fight was like a fast-paced zither, instantly escalating to an extremely intense level. What was truly breathtaking was that even amidst such a rapid barrage, the woman could still move through the gaps in the defenses, seemingly untouchable by the sword light or raindrops. Her ethereal beauty was mesmerizing.

In such a rainy scene, she was indeed much more agile than Pei Ye, especially in the air, she was like a fish swimming in water, moving back and forth swiftly... Pei Ye suddenly darted backward.

He closed his eyes and stroked his sword.

He Yaoyao stared at him, slightly taken aback.

Although the rain wasn't heavy, it had been pouring down for so long that his clothes and hair were already soaked through. He remained motionless, holding his longsword horizontally and straight.

It was as if I had melted into the rain.

The same goes for swords.

Raindrops pattered against the sword's blade, the chilling sword intent permeating the water droplets. Then, one by one, the [Sword Washing Water] droplets began to rise upwards... until they reached the clouds.

Pei Ye gently opened his eyes and shook the water droplets off his sword.

In an instant, He Yaoyao froze on the spot.

Because she felt she had nowhere else to go.

[The God washes his sword, and rain falls from the north sky.]

Each drop carries the sharp intent of a sword; no matter how exquisite the swordsmanship, it cannot withstand so many raindrops; no matter how agile the fish, it cannot escape the water.

She certainly had a dozen ways to get out of this situation, but "Touching Fish" didn't.

Pei Ye stood in the air, truly like a rain god. On the Winter Sword Platform, summer rain drizzled, and within ten feet, countless raindrops hovered around He Yaoyao, facing her and gazing at her, reflecting countless He Yaoyao figures in yellow dresses.

So He Yaoyao stood quietly in place, sheathing her sword and remaining motionless.

Pei Ye fell down, sheathed his sword, and the sword intent in the raindrops dissipated, falling with a pattering sound and shattering on He Yaoyao's clothes and hair.

He Yaoyao was slightly annoyed: "What you've done is neither exquisite nor beautiful. It's not even a proper technique."

Pei Ye laughed heartily: "A bet is a bet."

(End of this chapter)