Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

After a brief introduction, Ye Jinming looked at the Blood-Drinking Blade beside him, flicked his sleeve, and a white cloth instantly wrapped around and sealed it.

Then Ye Jinming unleashed his palm strike, and the Blood Demon's remains on the ground were instantly engulfed in flames, turning to ashes in a moment.

The reason why Ye Jinming was able to easily subdue the Blood-Drinking Demon Blade was because the Blood-Drinking Demon Blade was an item he had drawn, which naturally countered it; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy.

Seeing Ye Jinming's expression, Mu Lingfeng asked with some confusion, "Young Master Ye, what's wrong?"

Ye Jinming explained, "This sword is too demonic; it can control the person wielding it. We must treat it with utmost care."

Mu Lingfeng thought about it and agreed.

Then, under Ye Jinming's deliberate arrangement, Mu Lingfeng and Ye Jinming had a very pleasant conversation and felt as if they had met a kindred spirit.

There's a saying that goes, "When you have a great conversation with someone and feel like you've known each other forever, it's very likely that they're more sophisticated than you..."

Clearly, although Mu Lingfeng is older than Ye Jinming, Ye Jinming, having experienced the information explosion, is far more experienced than her...

Later, at Mu Lingfeng's invitation, Ye Jinming followed her to Yide Xitian.

Although it is said to be a branch of the Defeng Ancient Road, Yide Xitian has its own system.

In addition, Mu Lingfeng is someone who can't sit still and holds multiple positions.

Fortunately, her two subordinates, Yue Qingqiu and Han Yusheng, were excellent servants, which allowed Mu Lingfeng to switch between them with ease.

……

In the training ground, the morning light slanted in, casting long, thin shadows of the two men.

Mu Lingfeng stood with his sword in hand, his gaze piercing.

Ye Jinming, on the other hand, remained calm. His Jinghong Sword was still sheathed, but a faint aura of sword energy emanated from his body.

On the sidelines, Yue Qingqiu and Han Yusheng held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two people in the arena.

"Watch out!"

With a clear shout, Mu Lingfeng drew his Cloud-Walking Sword, its blade reflecting the rising sun and gleaming golden.

Then Mu Lingfeng stepped into the Nine Palaces, her sword traversing the wind and waves, a clear and cold sword light cascading down like a waterfall, heading straight for Ye Jinming's central palace.

Ye Jinming moved almost simultaneously.

The moment the Jinghong Sword was drawn, it was so fast that only a fleeting glimmer remained. It arrived first despite being behind, precisely intercepting the Yunxing Sword's edge.

"Clang—"

The two swords clashed for the first time, their clear, resonant sounds echoing through the air, creating faint ripples.

Both men paused for a moment, then channeled their energy, their sword qi surging, and they were locked in a stalemate.

At that moment, Ye Jinming's figure suddenly swayed.

Mu Lingfeng only felt a blur before his eyes, and the other party's figure was like smoke and mist, splitting into several afterimages that were difficult to distinguish from reality.

She pierced one of the wounds with her sword, but the blade only caused a wisp of wind to pass through it.

"Hmm? Afterimage?"

Alarm bells rang in Mu Lingfeng's mind. Before he could stop, he had already channeled his true energy into his left palm to protect his body. The Cloud-Walking Sword circled around him, creating a dense sword curtain in front of him.

Almost at the same instant, Ye Jinming's true form stepped out from the void to Mu Lingfeng's left, transforming from the void into reality. The Jinghong Sword pierced through like lightning, a cold light suddenly flashing at the tip of the sword, pointing directly at Mu Lingfeng's vulnerable side.

Mu Lingfeng was, after all, a master of the Innate Realm, whose spiritual perception far surpassed that of ordinary people.

At the critical moment, she spun on her heel, her waist bending like a willow as the sharp edge of the sword grazed her clothes, severing a strand of hair that had been lifted by the sword.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Lingfeng slapped the ground with one palm, used the force to flip and leap into the air, his body spinning rapidly in mid-air, the Cloud-Walking Sword carrying the momentum of falling, transforming into a silver rainbow that slashed down angrily!

"clang--"

An even louder clang of metal rang out.

Ye Jinming blocked the heavy blow with his sword, and the blue bricks beneath his feet cracked with a "crack".

Then, taking advantage of the momentum, he gracefully retreated three zhang (approximately 10 meters) and landed steadily, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

After a brief test, both sides had already assessed each other's cultivation levels.

Mu Lingfeng no longer held back, holding the Cloud-Walking Sword horizontally in front of him, and slowly stroking the spine of the sword with his left hand and fingers together.

With each movement, her inner energy surged forth, causing her clothes to flutter and rustle even without wind.

Centered on Mu Lingfeng, the sword energy roared and swirled, actually forming a visible and fierce tornado, which swept up gravel and dust, making a hissing sound.

"Muyufeng Waterfall!"

As the sword was swung out, a tornado of sword energy surged forth like a waterfall, roaring as it rushed toward Ye Jinming, leaving slashes in the ground wherever it passed.

Opposite him, Ye Jinming remained calm, holding the Jinghong Sword behind his back with his left hand pointing the sword upwards in front of his chest.

An incomparably sharp sword intent rose and condensed from his body. The sword trembled slightly, emitting a clear and melodious hum, and its light grew brighter and brighter, as if absorbing all the surrounding light into a single point at the tip of the sword. This was the first move of the Flowing Light Sword Technique—

"Sword: Flowing Light!"

With its momentum building to its peak, the Jinghong Sword transformed into an extreme stream of light that tore through the heavens and earth, rising against the waterfall and piercing straight into the core of the tornado!

"boom--"

The two extreme moves collided fiercely, a blinding light exploded, and a violent airflow mixed with sharp sword energy swept in all directions.

A layer of ground in the center of the training ground was scraped away, and dust billowed up.

Yue Qingqiu and Han Yusheng, who were watching from the sidelines, changed their expressions slightly and hurriedly took several steps back to protect themselves. They still felt the strong wind hitting their faces and their skin stinging.

After a long while, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the turbulent true energy slowly calmed down.

In the arena, Mu Lingfeng and Ye Jinming had each sheathed their swords and stood a few steps apart.

Both men were breathing slightly unevenly, and their robes were dusty, but their expressions were calm and their eyes were clear.

Their eyes met, and the two paused slightly before bursting into laughter in unison.

The clear laughter echoed in the gradually brightening training ground, and the fierce sword intent from before had transformed into a feeling of mutual understanding and joy.

Yue Qingqiu and Han Yusheng exchanged a glance and began to communicate in secret.

"Well, the training ground needs renovations again!"

"Is the funding sufficient?"

"It's alright, you submit the report, I'll approve it!"

.........

After the sparring session, Ye Jinming stayed at Yide Xitian for a few more days, discussing swordsmanship and enjoying tea with Mu Lingfeng, strolling through the mountains, and getting along very well.

However, one shouldn't indulge in such comfortable days too long.

Early that morning, Ye Jinming, admiring Lingfeng, bid him farewell.

"Are you leaving already?" Upon hearing this, Mu Lingfeng looked up, her eyes revealing a genuine reluctance.

These past few days, she's been exchanging ideas and discussing the world with others, which has been a rare and enjoyable time for her, who has been in the position of sect leader for many years and spends most of her time with sect rules and classic texts.

Ye Jinming smiled slightly and said in a relaxed and easy manner, "All good things must come to an end. Lingfeng, although the northern border is vast, we will meet again someday."

Mu Lingfeng also suppressed his slight melancholy, stood up to return the greeting, and resumed the demeanor of a sect leader: "Jinming, Yide Xitian welcomes you anytime."

As he was escorted to the mountain gate, watching the pale blue figure transform into a streak of light on the horizon, Mu Lingfeng stood in the mountain wind, motionless for a long time.

Nearby, Yue Qingqiu and Han Yusheng almost simultaneously let out a long sigh of relief, their shoulders relaxing almost imperceptibly.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing a sense of relief and relief in each other's eyes.

If that young master Ye stays a few more days, our sect leader, who is simple-minded and particularly admires Ye Jinming, might really end up giving his disciples a "son-in-law" out of thin air.

Han Yusheng covered her lips with her sleeve, lowered her voice, and said with a teasing tone full of "watching the show": "Finally, they're gone. Look at the sect leader's eyes just now, his soul almost flew away with them."

Yue Qingqiu glanced at her and snorted irritably, "Don't talk nonsense. The sect leader is just appreciating talent and respecting Young Master Ye's character."

Even so, he knew in his heart that what Han Yusheng said was not entirely unreasonable.

These past few days, Mu Lingfeng and Ye Jinming have spent their days and nights together, discussing swordsmanship and the world, and the smiles on their faces have indeed increased considerably compared to usual.

Mu Lingfeng snapped out of her daze and, seeing the strange expressions on the two faces, asked in confusion, "What are you two whispering about? Why are you being so mysterious?"

Yue Qingqiu immediately straightened up and said in a serious tone, "Reporting to the sect leader, it's nothing."

"Let's go back!" Mu Lingfeng then led the two back into the mountain gate together...