Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 822 Who Will Wield This Sword (Part 2)

Luwei fought very seriously, and his performance was on a completely different level from the sparring session at the Illusionary Banquet.

This is a clever method. Luwei is not the kind of swordsman who dances on the edge of a blade in front of a force far stronger than himself. Fighting against Yongji's spear and sword is an extreme and dangerous thing. His style has always been more cautious.

Many people may have thought of this method, but not everyone can wield a sword like the Mirror.

The person ranked first on the list with such swordsmanship is called Tianmu, and the second person is called Luwei.

Yongji stood there, spear in hand and sword in hand, his left eye, usually calm, and his right eye, bright white, slowly turning.

The Zhu Yan's Eyes are stripping away the influence of the Sword of Intent, but this spectacle has not disappeared.

The flow of true energy and spiritual essence was reflected in his other eye. He wasn't quite able to distinguish these lines very well yet, but it was enough for him to understand them.

Each irregularly shaped fragment of the mirror is a fusion of true energy and spiritual essence, with spiritual essence forming its core, polished into a regular thin sheet. Each one contains a wisp of true energy. Yong Ji could roughly understand this structure, because true energy is an extension of the sword; the sword's only extension is true energy.

In this way, each lens can be influenced and manipulated by the sword, or rather, this is originally a sword technique, a massive sword technique scattered in thousands.

But he did not find the location of the deer's tail.

He should be among them, but just as the naked eye is blinded by the mirror world, the immortal eye cannot distinguish a human body from these dense, flowing lines of airflow—of course, perhaps it is simply because he is not yet proficient.

The way to break out of this predicament is very simple, or rather, it is the only way.

Yongji raised his spear and charged straight towards the spot where the deer tail had just been.

The sharp spear tip cut out a melodious sound like shattered jade, and the halberd smashed through a path of broken, bright white fragments.

Since he has blocked the disturbances at the level of mind and spirit, no matter how many lenses he has, they are nothing more than true qi and spiritual essence. Trapping into battle should be what he is best at.

Yongji crashed into this exquisite and beautiful realm, creating a vast expanse of white spray. Amidst the swirling red and white true energy, the spear violently pierced through the spot where the deer tail had just stood. Of course, it was a blank space, and the next moment, shattered jade and broken glass flew past him... his image was reflected in every tiny fragment.

……mirror.

The Dragon Lord Dongting Lesser Fate Sword is a pillar sword of the sword system. The construction of spiritual essence and true energy will not only create a large area of ​​illusion.

Each tiny lens has the ability to replicate disturbances in the image.

You draw your sword in front of the mirror, and your reflection in the mirror draws its own sword back at you.

Countless Dao True Mystery Mirrors, though varying in strength, were essentially the same, simultaneously thrusting the spear at him, instantly staining his body crimson with blood.

Yongji let out a low shout, and the powerful Hou Qi rippled outwards, blasting away the shattered mirrors that followed. However, this shock also returned, causing Yongji's bones and muscles to tremble violently. But he did not stop at all, enduring all the subsequent damage, and then charged straight at the enemy again.

The wound closed into a line on his steel-like body. With each rebound, he countered it with the same true energy. The keenness of "Zheng" was fully integrated into this body. He found the most balanced state after only two attempts, and the body swallowed up all the insignificant backlash.

It's like walking through a deserted place.

—A flash of light that seemed like an illusion.

It really felt like an illusion, or perhaps a flash of lightning struck during the day.

Li Xizhou turned his head curiously to look at the boy beside him.

"Deer Tail drew his sword, and the mirrors flashed." Pei Ye looked at the stage.

His body jolted violently, and the surging power and blood energy of the Yongji abruptly stopped—the damage caused by this was even greater than that of the Mirror Realm outside—his body reacted instinctively even before the shock, and the longsword was held vertically to his neck. The collision was so fast that there wasn't even time for sparks to fly.

"star".

The second pillar of the Shao Siming sword system, and also one of the top three fastest swords in the entire Longjun Dongting, was launched unexpectedly. When Luwei felt that the sword had struck iron, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and his lips pursed tightly.

But it only lasted a moment.

Because the deer tail disappeared again in the next moment, and all the mirrors reflected the sword strike.

The mirror world transformed into a sea of ​​stars.

Yong Ji stood motionless in the center, his body covered in bloodstains, while the bright white stars blinked and looked at him.

Deer Tail whispered, "Fall."

A shower of meteors appeared on the sword platform, engulfing Yong Ji's figure.

The most distinctive feature of Longjun Dongting is its dual cultivation of magic and swordsmanship. Ordinary disciples from the two lineages may only cultivate one, but the top disciples often master both. Pei Ye still remembered Zhu Gaoyang's "Lingming Zhaoshi," and Zhao Wu'e also had a long sword hanging at her waist.

The Nine Songs Sword System is often intertwined with the mysteries of heaven and earth, which is why it has a beautiful and wondrous appearance.

In actual combat, the attacks are endless, dazzling and difficult to understand. Those who are caught up in them often cannot even understand them, let alone break through their defenses, and do not know how to begin.

But just as the Mirror Star Sword fell, Yong Ji caught sight of that figure.

The chaotic lines suddenly became orderly, all mimicking the shape of the sword in "Star," arranged as neatly as the elite of the North. And within this countless neat lines, the flow of the human body's meridians appeared so clearly.

Even with the barrier of true energy, dozens of starbursts still pierced his body, but Yong Ji paid no heed. What would have been fatal to others could not even affect his movements.

In the blink of an eye, meteors rained down, and Yongji, like a black dragon swimming upstream, crashed into countless glass-like fragments, piercing through the man inside the lens-encased cage with a single thrust.

Spear techniques don't have many mystical names, but he knew "thrust" from when he was a child. It's the straightest, strongest, and fastest move. You don't need to think about anything else. Just pierce whatever is in your path. If you don't pierce it, it means you haven't practiced enough.

For a long time, Yongji had not encountered anything he could not pierce.

But the pierced deer tail just pursed its lips and looked at him intently, and Yong Ji suddenly realized that time seemed to have slowed down.

Or perhaps it wasn't that time slowed down, but rather that everything around us was tinged with gray—meteors, sword intent, a deer tail pierced by a spear—this dramatic change lengthened our perception of time.

But to all the onlookers, this scene was even more peculiar.

Using the spear pierced by Yongji as the dividing line, that mirrored realm was indeed divided into two distinct areas, one bright and one dark.

The one in the shadows was in front of Yong Ji, while the one in the light was behind him.

The moment the dark deer tail was pierced, a bright deer tail materialized behind Yong Ji, like a crouching assassin whose sword pierced through Yong Ji's chest and abdomen.

The wondrous and magnificent scene ignited countless exclamations, but in fact, many people recognized this sword strike.

The Great Master of Fate Sword System, Yin Yang.

One yin and one yang, none know what I do.

Luwei may have only barely mastered this one sword technique, but it was enough to silence countless people—the Great Fate Sword System only has seven swords, the highest of which is the "Eastern Emperor Taiyi," which may not be mastered by anyone in this world yet, because it is a legendary Dao sword.

With this sword, he might not be able to defeat Tianmu, but with this level of skill, if Tianmu were still alive, he could truly fight her.

Because all the sword techniques he is currently displaying are only the most suitable for countering Yongji.

Luwei drew his sword and landed gracefully on the platform, while Yongji was trapped in the Yin Mirror Realm.

Only now can one see his intentions. From the very beginning, Luwei had prepared to trap him in the Yin-Yang.

And of course, this hasn't stopped yet.

The deer tail landed on the platform, took two steps forward, facing the mirrored world, and then gently closed its eyes.

“He’s going to fight back against that sword,” Shi Zanxue suddenly said.

Ji Jiuying remained silent, while Qun Fei propped his chin on his hand.

Actually, many people have already figured it out.

“Yes, Yin and Yang is a marker.” Qun Fei replied, her shoulders and neck wrapped in bandages, and she was wearing a large cloak, which was unusual for her. Without the neat men’s clothing, the lines of her face seemed to soften. “He stabbed with that sword in order to leave the True Profound in Yong Ji’s body.”

"The sword of Dongting Lake?"

“Yes. Leaving a spiritual mark is a common technique used by sorcerers to prepare for subsequent spells.” Qunfei’s voice was soft, as if he had little strength. “Zhi Dongting also uses it very well on swords. It can save the need for other preparations before using the sword.”

Many people probably won't understand, because once you draw a sword, you draw it; there's no need for extensive preparation.

However, for a skilled swordsman, every strike involves a rather lengthy process.

Locking onto the enemy, assessing their and your own status, determining the point of attack, choosing a sword technique, drawing the sword, mobilizing your inner energy, correcting the sword trajectory... Top swordsmen can often complete these tasks instinctively in an instant, but that doesn't mean they don't exist.

Especially in the race for the fastest speed.

Deer Tail used a True Mystery Mark to complete the preliminary steps of all this.

It clearly marks the location of Yongji, indicates the direction and timing of Luwei's sword strike, and prepares to receive Luwei's impending sword strike... Even with eyes closed, it is as conspicuous as a pale star.

It can make you forget everything in the battle, and in the quiet darkness, you can just draw your sword at this pale star.

At this moment, Luwei closed his eyes calmly. All the previous actions of this Dongting disciple were only for the purpose of stabbing that sword and leaving such a mark.

Because that sword strike was unavoidable.

You cannot defeat Yongji without confronting it directly.

Qunfei stared intently, her expression one of deep thought ever since she was defeated by that sword strike, no longer chatting or laughing with her fellow disciples.

The method using deer tails is correct.

Before that sword strike, an instant is faster than two instants. In the face of absolute speed, time is infinitely stretched and divided, and every slight lead is something to be fought for.

The wait is agonizing, but it may only be three or four breaths.

A deep, resounding roar shook the sword platform, as if a ferocious beast had hatched, and the Mirror Realm shattered in the roar. The "Heavenly Roar" of the Mountain and Sea Beast Blood exhausted all of its true energy in this single roar, precisely to break free from the constraints created by all true energy and spiritual power.

No matter how mysterious it may be, the Mirror Realm is ultimately a mysterious construct, and once it loses its master's maintenance, it will eventually disappear completely.

Yongji stood there, looking somewhat weak.

But a moment earlier, the deer tail had already moved.

He was in the instant before the Mirror Realm was broken through. Of course, he knew better than anyone else when it would be broken through, and he calculated the time with unparalleled precision.

Yong Ji was injured in the Mirror and Yin Yang, and was completely unaware of the situation outside. He had already detected the true essence flowing through the deer tail, locked onto him, and the deer tail also posed a significant threat to him.

Therefore, the moment they meet, he will most likely use that sword directly.

He used that sword when he was least defensive.

Knowing that even with all his preparations, Shikao would still find it difficult to be faster than that sword strike, he calculated that one instant and struck with his sword the instant before.

He even calculated exactly where the sword would graz Yongji's throat.

"star".

The speed of "Star" is at least twice as fast. In the instant the dark mirror world shatters, it flashes by like the dawn breaking.

Yongji drew his sword.

The clouds in the sky were obscuring the sun, making it appear slightly dim without the bright rays of sunlight.

A resounding clang of metal striking metal echoed from the Immortal Platform, lingering for a long time.

A finger-mounted sword was thrown from the spectator platform and embedded itself in the sword stand. The two men stood back to back, a deep gash split open on Deer Tail's neck; if it had been just an inch deeper, it would have been fatal.

The area around the Winter Sword Platform was completely silent. Yongji returned to his sword and sheathed it. The blood wounds that pierced through his body were gradually sealing up, and it seemed that they did not affect his strength at all.

He didn't look back at Luwei, picked up his spear and walked down from the sword platform.

……

People stared at this sword for three days.

From the moment it appeared at the Winter Sword Platform, it became an unavoidable topic for everyone who paid attention to the Feather Scale Trial.

Those who are truly capable have long recognized its extraordinary nature, while those who are not so capable have only been guessing.

This topic is incredibly popular in Shenjing. People are debating its superiority over those famous fast swords, believing that the most powerful swordsman in their hearts will not be defeated by it. Some even say that Gao Ge is too weak, not a disciple of a major sect, so naturally he cannot handle such a sword.

But everyone who later encountered Yongji was defeated without any doubt.

Xu Wensang was defeated, Zhao Jiajia was defeated, Qunfei was defeated, Qiusi was defeated... Kunlun, Yunlang, Tianshan, and Sanshan Fucha are all top-tier sects.

There's also deer tail and Tianmu Mountain.

But Tianmu was defeated, and Luwei was also defeated.

At this point, the truth became clear to people—it was not twenty, not five, not even three or two.

It firmly surpasses the entire ranking of the dragons; once this sword is unleashed, no one can stop it.

“His behavior is always the same,” Qunfei said suddenly after a moment of silence.

Shi Zanxue rested her face on her hand.

“He first gets to know you through sparring, and once he has a general impression of you, he strikes with that sword to win,” Qunfei said. “Whether he is at a disadvantage or an advantage in the sparring is not important. Luwei seems to have the upper hand, but Yongji doesn’t care much. When he feels it’s time to strike, it will all be over.”

She sighed softly, "That's how I lost. How boring. How strong."

Ji Jiuying was silent for a moment: "If Yong Ji wins the championship, will things change?"

Shi Zanxue remained silent, her slender fingers twirling a strand of black hair.

Ji Jiuying said, "I'm asking you."

"Stop bothering me, okay?" she said softly, pursing her lips. "Finish reading it."

"...I've never seen you so nervous before." Ji Jiuying raised an eyebrow, but she didn't say it aloud and turned her head away.

……

Pei Ye stared silently at the sword platform, neither speaking nor moving.

"Have you thought it through?" Li Xizhou asked from the side.

"Master, what's the origin of this sword? The sword report says it's a sword from the barbarians..."

"How would I know?"

"Aren't you supposed to be knowledgeable and experienced? And I'm supposed to be lacking in worldly experience?"

Pei Ye turned his head in surprise, never expecting to see the Zhihu Sect from the Southwest, the same sect Yu Lin had visited on their first day, here again. Zhao Jianfei was chatting away with Zhao Zhixiong, and the two of them also saw the boy's face turn around at the same time, and were surprised and stopped.

"Young Master Pei Ye!" Zhao Zhixiong quickly clasped his hands in greeting and said with a smile, "What a coincidence! My apprentice was fortunate to receive your guidance last time and has made great progress."

Zhao Jianfei frowned and whispered, "What kind of progress can you see..."

Pei Ye returned the greeting: "What a coincidence. Brother Zhao, have you made it onto the list of successful candidates?"

"Thanks to your good fortune, I'm currently ranked over nine hundred. I'm incredibly lucky," Zhao Zhixiong said with a smile, his mouth widening into an even bigger grin as he spoke of the matter.

Pei Ye smiled and said, "Brother Zhao's swordsmanship is outstanding. Given a wider world, he will surely achieve great things. You can try going to the Daoqi Association in the future."

Zhao Jianfei clasped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Thank you... thank you for your guidance, Young Master Pei."

"I overheard you two talking about what kind of sword it is, that it belongs to the Wildlings?"

"It's that sword strike from His Highness Prince Yong... Young Master Pei, don't you know? It's been three days, and everyone in the capital is talking about it." Zhao Jianfei got a little more excited when he mentioned this. "Nobody knows where that sword strike came from. It can't be found in the lineage, and it can't be traced back to its origin in the principles of swordsmanship."

"Do many people talk about this?"

“Of course. If it were just an ordinary lost sword, that would be one thing. There are so many fallen sword sects from the previous dynasty, it’s not surprising. But a sword like this…” Zhao Jianfei paused, as if he was reminded of that sword light again, “…how could it be without reason?”

What are people saying in the city?

"Actually, there's no definitive conclusion. Some say it might have flowed from Yunlang Mountain, where any kind of sword could exist. But Zhao Jiajia was defeated by it anyway; others say it's a sword from the southern kingdoms, but the Prince of Yan has never been to the south; and then there are all sorts of theories from ancient times, none of which can be proven true or false." Zhao Jianfei said with great interest, "Yesterday, the Dongfang Sword Report had another one saying it was a sword from the Northern Wilderness... This one is peculiar, but it seems rather interesting."

He suddenly remembered something: "...Young Master Pei, am I showing off my skills in front of Lu Ban? You must know more than I do."

Pei Ye smiled and said softly, "Maybe it's not that far off."

"……what?"

"Nothing much. Are you particularly interested in this sword strike?"

Zhao Jianfei's eyes widened: "Interest is not enough, it's downright worship... Sigh, Young Master Pei, I've watched many duels these past few days, and I'm always amazed by my ignorance. But there's truly no sword technique like this—can you believe there's such a sword in the world?"

Pei Ye stared at him quietly for a while, while Zhao Jianfei looked at him with some confusion.

Then he suddenly remembered something and a chill ran down his spine: "Oh! Young Master Pei, I didn't mean to say I admired Yong Ji, everyone knows that was just—"

"It's alright," Pei Ye smiled. "I know."

"...That's good." Zhao Jianfei pursed his lips. "Young Master Pei, this time, this time in the Feather Scale Trial, you are the swordsman I admire most. It's your turn to go on stage...They all say Yan Feiqing is amazing, I believe in you."

These words clearly sounded like flattery, causing the man's cheeks to flush. After speaking, he straightened up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, turned around, and quickly left with his master.

Li Xizhou watched the two of them leave, then turned back to the boy and said, "Your supporters aren't just girls, are they?"

Pei Ye smiled.

There's no particular reason why people don't recognize this sword strike.

This is because the old man was not a wandering swordsman, but rather a confidant of Empress Wei, the Crane Inspector of the Immortal Terrace.

He won't show it to anyone; those who have seen this sword strike are probably all dead.

The colleagues at Sennin-dai would naturally not reveal their companion's trump card.

But many people should still know about it, it's just that too much time has passed and the information is too conflicting.

"Have you thought it through?" Li Xizhou asked.

Pei Ye looked at the stage, where Yan Feiqing was already standing. He subconsciously touched the hilt of his sword at his waist but did not answer.

Li Xizhou smiled, pulled down his hood slightly, tilted his head back and gently pecked the corner of his mouth, then whispered in his ear, "Don't let Li Jian hear. I'm telling you, I don't want to see you lose either—no one."

Pei Ye looked into her earnest and clear eyes, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

“I think you feel the same way.” She turned him around and pushed him onto the sword platform.

Pei Ye smiled and walked towards the center of the stage.

The crowd surged up in an instant.

(End of this chapter)