A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

A gentle breeze from the river carries a yellow petal from a sycamore tree, swirling around it before it falls lightly.

The tip of the Longquan sword in Chen Yu's hand trembled, like flowers waving in the wind, scattering specks of cold light. These dense sword lights intertwined and connected together, like an ice wheel rising under the moon.

Suddenly, a burst of pink foam appeared in the air, and the sword light that shredded the petals enveloped Ma Fatong.

It was a move from the Jade Maiden Sword Technique called "Under the Flowers and Moon".

Ma Fatong felt as if flower petals were floating in his vision, and the longsword was making rapid thrusts with very small movements, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. He felt a chill in his heart, touched the ground with his toes, and quickly swept his body backward.

With a "bang," the Longquan sword suddenly made a crisp sound in the air, and the sword light streaked like a meteor. This sword strike went from soft to hard in a natural transition. Its momentum was like a silver screen exploding and iron cavalry charging. It was the "Frosty Thousand Miles" of the Quanzhen Sword Technique.

"Wow, this kid's got talent." Elder Ape had somehow arrived at the top floor of the tower. He looked out the window at Chen Yu's stunning swordsmanship and exclaimed in admiration.

Wu Qingying's cultivation was ordinary, but she felt that everything in her vision was a white blur. Then she heard the sound of a sword being flicked. She was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth. She was amazed that there was such a wonderful sword technique in the world, as fast as lightning.

As Chen Yu was about to unleash the "Flowers Before the Moon" move, west Hua Zi was inwardly amazed by the exquisite Emei swordsmanship, but he was unconvinced and was about to comment that it was all flashy and fancy when Chen Yu's next move, "Frosty Snow Across Ten Thousand Miles," was already thrust out. Xi Hua Zi moved his mouth and cursed, "Damn you."

A beam of light suddenly widened in Mafatong's pupils.

Ma Fatong had long forgotten about Chen Yu's claim of having to make three moves; he held his long sword horizontally in front of his chest to protect himself.

With a clang, the Longquan sword struck the spine of the longsword in Ma Fatong's hand, and the bright golden reflection emitted ripples of energy, like boiling water.

"Master Ma, you won't even let my senior brother have three moves," Tang Zhihu said sarcastically, his bow on his back and sword in his arms.

"You arrogant brat, come and fight if you dare!" a Qinghai sect disciple cursed angrily.

"Come on then."

The Qinghai disciples drew their swords one after another, with Tang Zhihu, Ding Minjun, Bei Jinyi, and Su Mengqing all displaying a fierce and imposing aura.

Xianyu Tong's face darkened. "Nonsense, don't interfere."

The Huashan Sect Leader's words did prevent the situation from escalating further, but the atmosphere of the standoff between the two sides was suffocating. Ma Fatong, who was fighting in the arena, felt the force of Chen Yu's sword tip hitting him like a hammer blow. He swayed and took half a step back.

Chen Yu accelerated his movements, flicked his wrist, and the sword light fell like a rain of pear blossoms.

This is "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water" from Peach Blossom Island's "Falling Flowers Sword Technique".

Chen Yu's sword technique only uses one move, and it's a skill that hasn't been seen in the martial arts world for a long time. Not to mention Ma Fatong, even the elders of the Qinghai Sect would be at a disadvantage if they encountered this sword technique.

Ma Fatong stomped his feet, instantly crushing the grass into dust. He leaned back, the sword light flashing across his face like a peacock spreading its tail, the energy striking his face like a knife scraping.

"Brother, what excellent swordsmanship!" Tang Zhihu exclaimed loudly.

Wu Lie let out a heavy sigh. He hadn't expected the Emei sword technique to be so exquisite and magical. He had chosen the right side.

Ding Minjun shook her head as if in a dream. How could his swordsmanship be so superb? I have never been lazy.

Ma Fatong's toes barely touched the ground as he covered a distance of several feet. Before he could even take off, Chen Yu changed his move to "Red Dust Night Run," launching a surprise attack. He then followed up with "Green Pearl Falls from the Building," his sword light surging up along the ground and striking directly at the lower body.

These two moves are not actually sword techniques, but rather incomplete moves of the "Beauty Fist Technique" that Chen Yu learned from the stone cave below Buddha Palm Rock. He uses a sword as a fist, making it even more difficult to defend against.

"Brother Ma, be careful!" Chang Jingzhi saw it clearly and shouted a reminder. Ma Fatong was already skimming close to the ground, and in his haste, he didn't care about saving face. He used a lazy roll to barely dodge and then flipped over to get up.

"Ah..." Ma Fatong roared in anger and embarrassment, about to retaliate.

Chen Yu slammed his left palm on the ground, his body somersaulting and leaping into the air. Above and below him, the sword blade fell in an arc of light. This was a move from the authentic Emei sword technique, "Willow Sword in the Wind," but Chen Yu added the "Ape Somersault Force" movement, making it both fast and unpredictable.

Elder Yuan watched with admiration, thinking to himself, "Wonderful! He actually incorporated the Somersault Force into the Emei Sword Technique. His talent is outstanding. It's a pity that Abbess Miejue beat him to it and took him as her disciple first. However, once this move is dodged, it will be difficult to launch a follow-up attack, which will inevitably give Ma Fatong an opportunity."

Although Ma Fatong was caught off guard by Chen Yu's attack, his swordsmanship was actually quite good. He saw the flaw in Chen Yu's sword and was overjoyed. In the instant he dodged, he secretly gathered his strength.

"Keng"

Chen Yu's sword strike missed its mark, the Longquan sword touched the ground, its blade bending into an arc before rebounding. He used the momentum to somersault backward and land behind Ma Fatong.

Ma Fatong had been waiting for this opportunity. With a shout, he spun around and slashed horizontally with his longsword.

Chen Yu was in mid-air when he suddenly turned around.

"Wonderful! This change of move is similar to Fourth Brother's 'Thirteen Styles of Hundred Transformations and Thousand Illusions in the Clouds and Mist'." Elder Ape smiled, there was no suspense left.

Under the bright moonlight, Chen Yu struck at Ma Fatong's head with his longsword.

"It's 'Willows Dancing in the Wind'," Ding Minjun blurted out.

"That's right, a brilliant idea." Bei Jinyi was full of admiration, never having imagined that this move could be used in mid-air.

"Snap"

Ma Fatong's head jolted violently, his hair stood on end, blood seeped from the tips of his hair, his vision dimmed instantly, and he staggered backward.

Chang Jingzhi leaped forward and helped Ma Fatong up: "Brother Ma?"

Mafatong shook his head, and a red hue spread across his vision.

"I actually lost to a greenhorn from the Emei Sect." Before this thought could even spread in Ma Fatong's mind, Ding Minjun's inflammatory words rang out, "He lost in exactly ten moves, how hilarious! He even said he won in ten moves."

"Bitch" Ma Fatong was already dizzy and lightheaded. Hearing Ding Minjun's sarcastic remarks, he was consumed by rage, cursed loudly, and then fainted.

"Master."

"Uncle-Master."

The Qinghai Sect disciples rushed towards the unconscious Ma Fatong. Chang Jingzhi slowly inhaled, his muscles undulating beneath his clothes. "Boy, I will use the Seven Injury Fist to learn from your Emei Sword Technique."

"Chang Jingzhi, you are also a famous person. You bully the weak with your strength. Aren't you ashamed?"

Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere, as if it were right next to everyone's ears. Chen Yu turned around and saw Yin Yewang and Feng Tanzhu coming one after the other. Their movements were incredibly fast, as if their feet didn't touch the ground.

"Yin Yewang of the Sky Eagle Cult".

The atmosphere suddenly turned tense and solemn.

As night fell, shadowy figures appeared all around, and several more groups of people arrived, including both monks and laypeople.

west Hua Zi laughed heartily, "The Shaolin Sect, the Divine Fist Sect, and the Five Phoenix Saber Sect have all arrived. The Emei Sect and the Heavenly Eagle Sect have joined forces."

Chen Yu scoffed inwardly. People from Shaolin Temple had come too. He wondered if Cheng Kun was in Qiantang.

Yin Yewang snorted coldly, "Bullshit! From the nuns to the disciples of the Emei Sect, everyone is reasonable. Don't humiliate us."

The sect leader chimed in, "That's right. All sorts of sects are coming to our sect leader, Master Bai, to inquire about Xie Xun's whereabouts, often resorting to threats and threats. But only Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei have seen through the situation and demonstrated the uprightness of their prestigious sects, which is truly admirable."

Yin Yewang waved his folding fan and smiled slightly at Chen Yu, "The Heavenly Eagle Sect has always been clear about its grudges and favors. I also admire the nun's character. If the Qinghai Sect and the Kongtong Sect compete fairly today, there is nothing to say. But if they are unreasonable, I will definitely judge for you, young hero."

Chen Yu was well aware of Yin Yewang's intention to sow discord. He cupped his hands and said, "The Emei Sect has never engaged in major conflict with the Tianying Sect in the past because my master believed that many truths about Bai Guishou's matter were still unclear and difficult to understand. The Tianying Sect might not be the real culprit, which is why we left room for maneuver. Please don't misunderstand and say that the Emei Sect and the Tianying Sect are close."

"Well said," Bei Jinyi and Su Mengqing praised in unison.

How come this kid speaks so maturely? Yin Yewang looked at Chen Yu's still somewhat immature face and was puzzled for a moment. However, as the young leader of the Sky Eagle Sect, his ability to remain calm, composed, and unperturbed was undoubtedly superb.

"Heroes emerge from among the young. I admire them. The Emei Sect has such a remarkable figure as the Abbess and the young hero. Their future is promising."

"The world is vast, full of hidden talents; I am nothing in comparison."

"Young hero, you are too modest."

Yin Yewang laughed heartily, gently waving his folding fan, but inwardly he thought that this kid was shrewd and mature. Where did Miejue find such a successor? Once the Emei Sect and the Tianying Sect become enemies, he will definitely be a great threat.

With his sword on his back, Chen Yu bowed to Yin Yewang in response, then turned to Chang Jingzhi and Tang Wenliang and said:

"The conflict in Hanyang was already resolved back in Emei County, and I also informed them that Bai Guishou had been captured by the Five Poisons Sect. Now, Jian Jie has humiliated our senior sister in Qiantang and even injured someone. What kind of logic is this?"