Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 823 I've long heard of your name, but fate has prevented us from fighting (Part 1)
The winner of the South Division has been decided, but the other person to advance to the final showdown is still undecided.

The two from the North District, Yan Feiqing and Pei Ye, are in the penultimate round of the Lin Trial.

One is the closed-door disciple of the Qingwei Daoist master, a name that has been most active on the Fu Ranking in recent years, and is famous throughout the Tang Dynasty as "Fire in the Heart". The champion of the Southern Sword Tournament at this time last year, the winner of the Tianmu Trial this year, the person with the destiny that "Qingwei Yuanjiang" has been waiting for for many years, and a descendant of the immortals of the Daoist Wang Jiuqiao.

One is a boy from a remote and unaffiliated family who suddenly appeared in late autumn last year. He wiped out the Taiping Cao Gang in Xichi, broke Hejiu's Seven-Step Sword Control in Huanlou, broke Li Xiang's Buddha Face, and defeated Li Zhi's "Tianlin Yi" with a single sword in front of the emperor, ministers and people on the Winter Sword Platform. He roamed the eight rivers and dominated the capital.

In fact, anecdotes about the geniuses of Feather Scale have long been circulating among the people, and a certain sword newspaper even has a special section dedicated to writing about different cultivators.

Pei Ye and Yan Feiqing naturally couldn't escape it either. Last year's old story had already resurfaced. Back then, in the West Pond at night, under the Flying Mirror Tower, the two of them, with their two swords, killed nearly twenty people, including the leader of the Taiping Canal Gang, as well as the hall masters and branch leaders. Now it has become a legend.

An insider also revealed that the two and Yang Zhenbing lived in the same courtyard at the Sword Cultivation Academy, suggesting they were close friends.

People love to watch a drama where close friends off the field can only win on the field, but more importantly, the shock of Yan Feiqing's recent victory over Tianmu has not yet dissipated.

With lightning and pure energy surrounding him, and icy eyes and jade-like face, he was truly a banished immortal from the mortal world.

Cultivating the "Qingwei Yuanjiang" was indeed like a transformation, and Yan Feiqing seemed to think that no ordinary person could overcome it.

But many people don't want to see Pei Ye lose.

Because he was so good with his sword.

It wasn't the most perfect good, but it was certainly the most unique good. The sword was like a spirit in his hands. He treated this piece of iron casually and naturally, as if they had been together since birth.

Previously, this name was always embroiled in controversy, and it was always difficult to see the real person. Now that he stands here and has used his sword twice, it is already hard to look away.

Aside from Pei Ye, probably no one else could wield a sword with such captivating charm.

So even though Yan Feiqing looked so strong, many people still looked on with reluctance at this young man who had just stepped onto the sword platform.

Pei Ye tightened his cuffs and looked at the Taoist priest three zhang away. The Taoist priest's wounds had not been treated well, but all the dust and dirt had been washed away, and he had changed into a new robe and new shoes.

Yan Feiqing looked at him expressionlessly, just as she did every morning when they met in the courtyard. Pei Ye was quite familiar with this face, but in this setting it was indeed a strange experience.

The noise of the surrounding crowd seemed to have subsided. Yan Feiqing's eyes were actually quite quiet when she wasn't speaking, exuding a serene and secluded air.

In the seventeen years of Fenghuai, Pei Ye must have never imagined that such a moment would come, and that it would arrive so quickly.

...Can I beat Yan Feiqing?

he thinks.

The thought came out so naturally that Pei Ye was taken aback for a moment, and then he seemed to realize what he had been hesitating about deep down.

The claim that he was worried he wouldn't be able to defeat Yong Ji after being seriously injured was just an excuse and a pretext.

He didn't really take Yong Ji seriously. He had already made up his mind three days ago in Xu Chuo's carriage, and he had already let go of it the night before at Mingyue Palace. Why would he be worried and hesitant now?

He was simply not ready to face Yan Feiqing directly.

To put it more bluntly, he was afraid that he couldn't beat Yan Feiqing.

And I felt I really couldn't beat them.

The weight of this name in his heart was somewhat unexpected. Before people had a good opinion of Yan Feiqing, he never thought that the Jujube Taoist would lose. Just now, when he fought against Tianmu, Yang Zhenbing asked him how many moves he thought Yan Feiqing could last, and he didn't react for a moment.

He had always judged Yan Feiqing as nothing special based on reason. He ranked Yan Feiqing ninth on the list, and he thought Yan Feiqing was already about the same level as him, but subconsciously he never really thought that way. So when Yan Feiqing defeated Tianmu with "Qingwei Yuanjiang", he wasn't surprised. Instead, he felt a sense of comfort that "it should have happened sooner or later".

Pei Ye wasn't obsessed with winning or losing. He was always willing to compete with Yan Feiqing at any time. Losing was no big deal, and it wouldn't cause any ridiculous inner demons for Pei Ye, whether it was in front of a crowd or not.

It was the fact that "we still have to win against Yongji" that amplified this anxiety.

It greatly amplified the consequences of failure, because winning the halberd was something that had to be accomplished, which made him begin to worry about confronting Yan Feiqing.

He lacked confidence in his ability to win, and he worried that things might get out of control if the fight progressed too far. So he began to think that actually determining a winner with Yan Feiqing wasn't something that had to be accomplished.

He could avoid him during the Feather Scale Trial, all to make way for important matters.

Pei Ye looked at Yan Feiqing's face in front of him. The bell had already rung, and the Taoist priest raised an eyebrow at him.

...But are you really worried about Yong Ji, Pei Ye?

Even if you're down to your last breath, you can still easily beat him.

You're just afraid of Yan Feiqing.

Pei Ye smiled and took a deep breath.

Reaching the top four in the Linshi competition is indeed quite satisfactory; in reality, he might not even be able to defeat He Yaoyao.

Qiu Jizi's evaluation of him was third, which was indeed a suitable position.

But it was certainly not a position he was satisfied with.

He told Xu Chuo in the carriage, "I want to try my luck with Yu Lin," so how could he back down when he encountered Yan Feiqing?

"How are your injuries?" Pei Ye asked.

"It's alright," Yan Feiqing said.

"Let's fight a serious game."

"it is good."

Ten breaths had passed since the three chimes of the bell. He drew his sword and said calmly, "Qingwei Yan Feiqing, my master is the True Man Minghe. Please."

"I'd like to learn from you, senior." Pei Ye's smile faded, and he drew a gleaming sword with a clang.

Without the "Breaking Ground" technique, he closed his eyes, swayed a few steps as if drunk, and thrust his sword in a crooked and mysterious manner toward Yan Feiqing's chest.

Not too fast, not too slow, as beautiful as a lotus in the wind, Yan Feiqing raised her sword to block, her body turning gracefully with the sword's momentum, half of the Yang fish was already drawn on the ground.

Pei Ye's swordplay remained fluid and uninterrupted; with one strike aimed at the chest, he gracefully thrust his sword into the lower abdomen.

Yan Feiqing transformed again, and Pei Ye stabbed again, repeating this seven times in a row. The trajectory of the seven swords formed a diamond shape directly facing Yan Feiqing.

Pei Ye completed his seventh sword strike, and a force that seemed to spring from nowhere naturally emanated from Ling Xin, both gentle and continuous.

【Green Peach Turns into Jade】

The opening stance of "Lotus Letter" is characterized by the green bud turning pinkish-white at the tip, and the hard shell transforming into a soft, translucent one. If you receive the previous seven sword strikes, this soft, translucent power is already within your sword, impossible to defend against, precisely because it is not transmitted outwards, but rather arises from the previous seven stances.

Pei Ye used this to invade Yan Feiqing's Limitless Sword Stance, seeking to break its balance of opposites. Tianmu was defeated by using hardness to overcome softness, so naturally, a powerful offensive sword like [Hao Bailu] could not be stronger than Tianmu's sword.

Therefore, the only way is to use gentleness to overcome gentleness.

He controlled this force, and [Water Ripple] was activated instantly. The energy rippled slowly and uncontrollably within Yan Feiqing's sword, but he immediately knew it was a waste of effort. In just one exchange, He Xin was swallowed up by Wuji—this Wuji sword aura, after being honed through numerous sword techniques, was indeed flawless. Pei Ye's longsword swung back, and he retrieved all seven "lotus petals." "He Xin" was indeed a sword technique of restraint; its energy was not reserved to release three out of seven, or even one out of nine, but rather one out of ten.

All the sword energy was contained within the flower bud, held back and not released.

Yang Yu reversed direction, Yan Feiqing turned his sword and thrust forward, Pei Ye dodged backward like a kite, but this magic was ineffective in front of Yan Feiqing. His sword could not generate even a trace of "wind", and the "Returning Wind" could not be activated. The Limitless Sword Force collided with him perfectly. Pei Ye took the sword head-on, the force passed through his body, and a bloody taste rose from his throat.

His posture tilted accordingly, and Yan Feiqing raised his hand to him, and a bright, violent bolt of lightning struck straight out, soaring two zhang long, like a small dragon.

Pei Ye pointed in the air, and a crimson jade lotus rose up, accompanied by bursts of crimson flames and white lightning. Pei Ye parted his lips and softly uttered: "Fire."

Crimson, blazing flames surged toward Yan Feiqing, annihilating the thunder, as if a fire dragon had swallowed the little dragon.

Yan Feiqing raised his finger and made a stroke, and the flames were all extinguished in the clear air.

Transforming force and turning the tide are things that Pei Ye has had ingrained in his bones since he first wielded the sword. The sword has given him a vast space that others cannot reach, and he has relied on it to achieve countless victories against the odds, enabling him to stand up, fight, and even win against the masters of the Xuanmen sect.

But when he clashed swords with Yan Feiqing, he felt a sense of inadequacy he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Those spaces were no longer his alone; Yan Feiqing knew them perfectly well. Even before the fight began, Pei Ye felt as if he had been seen through. He was the first to know what sword Yan Feiqing would use, and the next to know was this jujube-shaped Taoist.

But he did begin to feel a long-lost excitement again, and gradually a tingling, numbing sensation filled his body. His eyes were almost fixed on Yan Feiqing's sword.

Fighting someone who can understand all the intentions behind your sword is much more exciting and exhilarating than you can imagine. It's not like the tolerant Ming girl; you can feel that he is also going all out to defeat you, using ruthless and vicious moves. This feeling of being on the verge of victory or defeat makes Pei Ye's blood boil and his eyes as cold as a mirror.

The two clashed and flew across the Winter Sword Platform. Yan Feiqing's boundless sword aura was sometimes released and sometimes withdrawn, more than ten times more frequent than when facing Tianmu. Clearly, Pei Ye's style was very different from Tianmu's. He was agile and active, flying across the sword platform like a swallow. Within two breaths, he could make three attempts at breaking the sword. Each change in sword aura could inspire more than a dozen inspirations in him.

Thousands of rounds have been fought on the winter sword platform, but this particular display of such exquisite and ever-changing swordplay is unique. It is beautiful, and its tension is boundless.

Moreover, it was accompanied by jade-white lightning and crimson flames.

It came like thunder, then subsided with fury, and departed like the calm light of a still river or sea.

However, Pei Ye was still firmly suppressed. "At a disadvantage" is a polite way of saying that he was struggling to hold on.

Yan Feiqing was like a cold mirror. No matter how exquisite or unexpected a sword move was, it would always elicit the most subtle response from him.

Pei Ye's swordsmanship was far inferior to his, as could be seen from the scars on his body.

Even before he mastered the "Qingwei Yuanjiang" technique, he was known as a swordsman with flawless skill, and now, even Tianmu has failed to defeat him.

What's truly fatal is that in any clash of true energy, Yan Feiqing will achieve absolute victory. The pure and subtle energy will disintegrate and dissolve the true essence it touches, causing it to revert back to the essence of heaven and earth.

"Those two sword strikes you used in the rain were very powerful. Can't you use them when it's sunny?" Yan Feiqing stared straight at him with her pale eyes, her long sword about to pierce his chest, when she suddenly asked.

"How many more sword strikes do you have before you can force me into a life-or-death situation?" Pei Ye narrowly dodged the sword strike, but his answer was irrelevant.

"Seven...five swords."

Pei Ye's lips were bleeding, but he smiled and said, "Then you're too slow. I'll strike with my sword."

Yan Feiqing raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Those two swords are indeed unsuitable for use now, but there is a sword for clear skies.” Pei Ye suddenly stopped.

Yan Feiqing's attack had already reached his throat, but it only pierced a beautiful, dreamlike white feather.

The only sword technique that could succeed against Yan Feiqing was Fei Yuxian.

Bai Yi didn't take him anywhere. He simply stood quietly two zhang away, eyes closed, sword raised, hand seals formed. He unleashed this sword strike before Yan Feiqing's next strike could arrive.

The Order of Things

Her clothes and hair fluttered in the wind.

As the locust trees fall and the lotus blossoms, the power contained within countless swords, whether scattered or concentrated, listens to this sword. The cicadas chirping, the birds flying, the lush trees, the blooming flowers... all are the prelude to summer.

……

"This sword isn't an offensive sword?"

"No."

"It doesn't seem like you're guarding the sword, Miss Ming."

"No."

"Then what kind of sword is this?"

"The sword of attack. No matter the situation, it can make you gather your peak momentum and energy in an instant. If you are already at your peak, then you can double it." Ming Qitian said, "I liked it a lot when I was a child. It was like finding all the swords I had used before at once."

……

Yin and Yang reversed, and Yan Feiqing's sword was filled with dazzling lightning as it swept towards Pei Ye, causing the air around the sword to shatter.

But the tiny specks of crimson had already become a sea of ​​stars in his field of vision.

"Sorcerer, can't you sense the change in spiritual energy?" Pei Ye smiled slightly.

Yan Feiqing remained silent; of course, he was unaware of it.

He could never detect that eerie blue spiritual fire.

The crowded, expanding, and squeezing fire currents, the high temperatures engulfing each other, the fury colliding with each other, and in an instant, unimaginable violence overwhelmed Yan Feiqing. The thunderous sword seemed to hit an iron wall, and bounced back out of control. Yan Feiqing gathered his sleeves and darted back, as fast as a flying crane.

But the hundred-zhang-long sword platform was completely covered by jade-colored, serene, and violent crimson lotuses, with golden threads hidden among these jade-like and exquisite flames.

The breathtaking scene left countless viewers speechless; even in the competition of the Crane Ranking, such a magnificent scene was rarely seen.

This summoned a fiery domain.

Pei Ye raised his sword in the fire domain, his posture resembling an ancient dance, and the raging flames were all drawn to his sword energy.

He rushed straight towards Yan Feiqing amidst the thousands of streams of fire, his entire body only visible as a shadow, but the bright sword, carrying a stream of crimson flames, brought forth a roar of fire like a dragon's cry.

The flames are like scattered bones, flesh, and scales, which are gradually molded onto everything they pass through.

—He really did arrive riding a dragon!

"The Story of the Locust Tree", "The Letter of the Lotus", "The Prosperous Order of Things", "The Thunder Zither", "The Flowing Form of the Rain Worker".

The last of the six types of Xia Jian is located in the position of Great Heat.

Zhu Rong comes from the south and whips the fire dragon!

(End of this chapter)