Mortals, and even my disciple Han Li, don't mess with me!

Before long, the Luoyun Sect also arrived at the plaza.

Wu Yun, who was following behind the three Core Formation stage cultivators, had just stepped off the Azure Light Eagle.

Unexpectedly, trouble came his way.

"This young friend must be your sect's once-in-a-millennium cultivation genius. Meeting you today, he is indeed extraordinary. However, his aptitude is still somewhat lacking compared to our sect's Junior Nephew Meng."

The short, elderly man from the Ancient Sword Sect did not look at the stunningly beautiful Song Yu, but instead focused his gaze directly on Wu Yun.

His tone carried a hint of disdain and coldness.

This made the burly old man in charge of the Hyakuchoin, the host, look slightly unpleasant.

It's not that this short old man lacked the demeanor of an elder.

Several years ago, when Wu Yun had just broken through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, he encountered disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect who came to provoke him.

Then, he beat them up badly, and the leader, surnamed Jiang, was almost beaten to death.

At that time, the short old man was in seclusion. After he came out of seclusion and learned about this matter, he was about to go to the old man's house to ask for an explanation, but then he encountered this three-faction conference.

Therefore, they paid special attention to Wu Yun.

Just as the Duan-surnamed cultivator leading the Luoyun Sect was about to speak, Wu Yun stepped forward and said with a smile.

"Is that so? If I'm not mistaken, you must be the elder of that Fellow Daoist Jiang Wenxing. Since you think my aptitude is inferior to that Fellow Daoist Meng of your sect, how about this: I'll make a bet with you. If I encounter Fellow Daoist Meng during the tournament, and I fail to defeat him within ten moves, I will voluntarily withdraw from this Three Sects Tournament, and I guarantee that I will never provoke anyone from your sect again in my lifetime."

When Wu Yun uttered these words, everyone present from the three factions, whether elders or disciples, was shocked, especially Song Yu, who blurted out the answer.

"No!"

Even Han Li showed a look of surprise on his face.

"Okay, so what do you want?"

The short old man was no fool, of course. Although his face was ashen, he still pressed for an answer.

He didn't believe that Wu Yun didn't want anything.

"I've heard that your sect's Taibai Sword Technique is a renowned swordsmanship technique in Xi Kingdom and even Tiannan. I desire this item; I wonder if you, senior, would grant my request?"

Wu Yun said with his smile unchanged.

"How dare you covet our sect's Taibai Sword Technique!"

Upon hearing Wu Yun's bet, the short old man's face turned ashen, and he angrily rebuked him without any politeness.

"I'm not coveting it; I just want to take a gamble with you, senior. I wonder if you would agree, or perhaps you lack confidence in your Fellow Daoist Meng from your sect?"

Wu Yun remained unfazed by the Core Formation stage cultivator, and asked in return with a smile.

He showed no fear or worry whatsoever.

This scene made the elders of Baiqiao Academy nod slightly, and they couldn't help but feel envious of Luoyun Sect.

"Yes, I wonder if Fellow Daoist Jiang would agree?"

At this moment, Elder Duan of Huoyun Peak, who was in charge of leading the Luoyun Sect team, also spoke up.

Although he felt that Wu Yun had gone a bit too far, as the person in charge, he had to support him.

So instead of blaming Wu Yun, he directly spoke up for Wu Yun.

"This Taibai Sword Technique is the sect's most treasured divine skill; how could it be passed on to people from other sects? How could I possibly agree to that?"

The short old man snorted coldly and refused without any politeness.

"That's a real pity. How about this, I won't take the Taibai Sword Manual. As long as you can produce three of the materials listed here, our bet will still stand."

Wu Yun had anticipated the short old man's answer and calmly took out the list of materials from his storage bag and handed it to him.

"you!"

Wu Yun's smile did not fade; instead, it grew even stronger, and a hint of provocation appeared between his brows.

It was as if they were questioning the short old man about whether he dared not.

In fact, if Wu Yun hadn't already reached the late stage of Core Formation, he wouldn't have needed to worry about the short old man's revenge. Even if he had the greatest courage, he wouldn't have dared to do that.

He hasn't lived enough yet and has absolutely no desire to court death.

But now he's decided to take a gamble!

After all, in the cultivation world of Xi Kingdom, who can compare with the Ancient Sword Sect when it comes to materials for crafting flying swords and magical treasures?

Under normal circumstances, it would be unrealistic to ask the Ancient Sword Sect for the return of their investment.

It is even more unrealistic, especially given the past grievances between the two factions.

"Alright, I agree."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the short, elderly man from the Ancient Sword Sect took Wu Yun's list of materials, glanced at it, and nodded in agreement.

If he doesn't agree this time, it won't just be him who loses face, but the entire Ancient Sword Sect.

In particular, if Wu Yun wins first place in the tournament and defeats Meng Di of their Ancient Sword Sect, it would be an even greater loss of face.

At that point, he probably won't have the face to return to the Ancient Sword Sect.

"Then this junior will thank you in advance for your generous greeting, senior."

Having achieved his goal, Wu Yun, under the admiring gazes of the disciples from the three sects, respectfully bowed to the short, elderly man from the Ancient Sword Sect.

Furthermore, he described the bet as a generous gift upon meeting the other party, which was considered a way of saving face for them.

"snort!"

Faced with Wu Yun's explanation, the short old man snorted coldly and led the Ancient Sword Sect members away.

Baiqiaoyuan immediately sent someone to take them to their place of residence.

This farce has now come to a complete end.

As for Luo Yunzong, he chatted with the elder in charge of Baiqiaoyuan for a while.

After exchanging pleasantries, the Luo Yun Sect members checked into the courtyard of Bai Qiao Yuan, which was used to entertain distinguished guests.

As for Wu Yun, he was immediately summoned by three elders at the Core Formation stage.

"How dare you make a bet with a Core Formation cultivator? Do you know that if this happened outside, you would probably be dead a hundred times over?"

The Duan-surnamed cultivator from Fire Cloud Peak, his face ashen, coldly shouted.

"Uncle-Master, please calm down. Don't be angry. I had no choice. They came to settle scores with me. If I hid behind you like a coward, it would affect my state of mind. If it affected my ability to condense my Golden Core, wouldn't that be a loss?"

"Moreover, I am, to some extent, a sword cultivator. Sword cultivators are all about forging ahead without hesitation, being neither arrogant nor humble, and never giving up, even at the cost of death. If they come to bully us, what am I supposed to do if I don't do anything?"

Wu Yun explained with a smile on his face.

"Yes, Senior Brother Duan! I think Junior Nephew Wu is right. They've come to bully us; if we don't do something, wouldn't we be embarrassing ourselves again?"

Song Yu also agreed from the side.

"But isn't this bet going too far? Are you really confident you can defeat that disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect with the Nine Spirits Sword Body within ten moves?"

The cultivator surnamed Duan frowned and raised another crucial question.