Devour: Can you also draw entries from clone projection worlds?

You found an inconspicuous corner to stand in, pulled your straw hat down low, and waited quietly.

The sword fight began, with disciples from both the East and West sects taking turns to engage in a lively and exciting exchange.

But in your eyes, these people's swordsmanship is really not good. Their moves are too few, their way of exerting force is too simple, and their understanding of the sword is too shallow. They are just a bunch of noobs fighting each other.

Any sword technique you've seen in the world of Swordsman is better than these.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. The Wuliang Sword Sect wasn't a major sect to begin with, and their swordsmanship level was just so-so.

They played three or four matches, with each side winning half and losing the other half.

Zuo Zimu's expression was not good, while Xin Shuangqing remained calm.

Just then, you noticed someone.

The man was in his early twenties, dressed in a white long robe, with a handsome face and elegant manners. He stood outside the crowd, looking like he was watching the excitement.

He had no companions with him and was not carrying any weapons, so he didn't look like a martial arts practitioner.

Duan Yu.

You recognized him at a glance, not because of his outstanding appearance, but because of his temperament—gentle and refined, scholarly and unconventional, which set him apart from the other martial arts figures around him.

It's like a husky standing among a pack of wolves, or a sheep—they just don't seem to fit together at all.

Duan Yu watched the sword fight with great interest, occasionally offering his own comments.

His comments weren't malicious; they were just from an outsider's perspective, like "That sword strike was beautiful" or "Oops, I almost fell over."

But to those proud and arrogant martial arts practitioners, it became mockery.

Sure enough, when a disciple of the Western Sect tripped and fell during the competition, Duan Yu laughed.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet square.

Zuo Zimu's face darkened. He glanced at Duan Yu and said coldly, "Young master, do you find this funny?"

Duan Yu was taken aback for a moment, then quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, I wasn't laughing at his poor martial arts skills, I just thought the way he fell was a bit..."

"What is it?" Zuo Zimu's voice was even colder.

Duan Yu opened his mouth, unsure what to say. He was the heir apparent of the Prince of Zhennan of Dali, pampered since childhood; he had never witnessed anything like this before.

You stand in the corner, watching this scene, a slight smile playing on your lips.

Isn't Duan Yu in the original novel just like that? Naive, innocent, and unaware of the dangers of the martial world...

But he didn't know that in this world, or rather in the martial arts world, a single word could bring about his death.

"How about... we find a way to make Duan Yu a bit more cunning?"

Are you thinking about the feasibility of this idea, or how to implement it...?

"Since this young master thinks my Wuliang Sword Sect's swordsmanship is not worth mentioning, why don't you come down and teach me a few moves?" Zuo Zimu's tone was already clearly hostile.

Duan Yu quickly declined, "No, no, no, I don't know martial arts, I just..."

"You don't know martial arts?" Zuo Zimu sneered. "Then what are you doing at my Wuliang Sword Sect?"

Just as Duan Yu was about to explain, a clear female voice came from above: "He came with me!"

Everyone looked up and saw a girl of about fifteen or sixteen sitting on a big tree next to the square.

She wore a bright green dress and a pair of equally bright green embroidered shoes, with two small bells on the tips of the shoes that jingled softly.

The girl had a round face, big eyes, and two shallow dimples when she smiled, making her look both innocent and playful.

【Zhong Ling】

Your gaze lingered on Zhong Ling for a moment. This girl didn't appear much in the original work, but every time she did, she left a deep impression.

She is the daughter of Duan Zhengchun and Gan Baobao. She grew up in Wanjie Valley and kept a lightning ferret as a pet. She has a quirky personality and is passionate and decisive.

"She's pretty, definitely a favorite of some lolicon. Too bad, she's a bit too young, not my type..."

You nodded, then shook your head.

Zhong Ling jumped down from the tree and landed next to Duan Yu, grabbing your sleeve and saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Zuo Zimu looked at Zhong Ling and frowned: "Whose daughter are you?"

Zhong Ling tilted her head and thought for a moment: "My family's."

Zuo Zimu's expression darkened further, and his disciples drew their swords, surrounding Duan Yu and Zhong Ling.

You already know what will happen next. If nothing unexpected happens, Zhong Ling will release the Lightning Sable, which will bite Zuo Zimu's disciple, and then escape with Duan Yu.

The Shennong Gang would intercept them on the way, and Duan Yu would be forced to take the Heartbreak Powder, while Zhong Ling would be captured. In order to save her, Duan Yu would go to Wanjie Valley, and then accidentally enter Langhuan Paradise, where he would learn the Beiming Divine Skill and Lingbo Steps.

You know all about these plot points, but you don't intend to interfere.

It's not that I'm cold-blooded, it's just that it's really unnecessary.

Anyway, the protagonist Duan Yu won't die, and neither will Zhong Ling. They won't even be in the slightest danger. They will both be safe and sound and then go on their own paths.

You don't want to change a single detail of this small plot point; you just watch, watch, and watch some more, treating it like watching a live, immersive movie.

Sure enough, what happened next was exactly as you remembered.

Zhong Ling released the Lightning Sable, which bit Zuo Zimu's disciple.

The lightning weasel was incredibly fast, weaving through the crowd like lightning, and biting down four or five people in just a few breaths.

Zuo Zimu was furious and ordered the capture of Duan Yu and Zhong Ling. Zhong Ling grabbed Duan Yu and ran away. The two of them and the weasel disappeared at the end of the mountain path in the blink of an eye.

You didn't follow them; you knew the Shennong Gang would intercept them on the way.

You wouldn't be able to help if you went; in fact, you might disrupt the storyline.

After everyone in the square had dispersed, you slowly left Jianhu Palace and headed towards the back mountain.

You already know where the entrance to Langhuan Paradise is.

Over the past eight years, you have come here several times. Each time you come, you sit for a while in the cave outside the secret cave to feel the mysterious atmosphere.

But apart from learning the secrets at the beginning, you've never actually gone inside. You always want to wait for the right opportunity, an opportunity when you feel "it's time to go in."

And now, the time has come.

You enter the cave, push open the familiar stone door, and walk down the stone steps.

The stone steps were long, with a lamp burning every few steps, casting a dim light that made the entire secret passage appear hazy.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, you reach the end of the stone steps, where you are in front of a spacious stone chamber. In the very center of the chamber stands a jade statue.

You stop and look at the jade statue, once again amazed by its beauty.

That was no ordinary jade statue; it was made of the finest mutton-fat jade, warm and delicate, with a translucent white color throughout, and it shimmered with a faint halo under the light of the ever-burning lamp.

The carving technique of the jade statue is even more ingenious – the folds of the clothes, the texture of the hair, the joints of the fingers, every detail is lifelike.

What's most astonishing is the jade statue's face: eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn waters, and a subtle, enigmatic smile at the corners of its lips. It appears both dignified and alluring, both aloof and passionate.