Becoming a Martial Master: Starting as a Swordsmith

Shen Chu flicked the scabbard upwards with his right hand and struck the white-clad man's wrist with precision!

A crisp snap!

That's the sound of bones dislocating!

The man in white screamed as his longsword flew from his hand and landed on the ground with a clang.

He clutched his twisted wrist, staggered back several steps, his face filled with disbelief and horror.

Shen Chu did not pursue, but stood still, slowly sheathing her sword, and said calmly:

"Your swordsmanship is excellent, but your bloodlust is too strong. Today's matter is nothing more than a misunderstanding over a few rooms; there's no need to escalate it to the point of bloodshed. We don't need the rooms anymore. Farewell, until we meet again."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the dumbfounded Li Chengwen, then at the boy and woman hiding in the corner, and said softly:

"Young Master, let's go. Don't bother with these people. Let's find another place to stay."

Li Chengwen then came to his senses and nodded repeatedly, "Oh, okay, okay, let's go, let's go..."

As he walked out, he couldn't help but glance back at the white-clad man who was still clutching his wrist, his face ashen. A surge of inexplicable pleasure welled up within him.

But there was also a vague sense of unease.

After suffering such a great loss, will the people of Longchuan Sword Sect really let it go?

The four walked out of the inn and along the street for less than a hundred steps before turning a corner.

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly came from the side!

Shen Chu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Almost instinctively, he shoved Li Chengwen to the side and rolled over himself at the same time!

A flash of cold light grazed past his ribs, tearing a gash in his robe at the waist.

But its momentum showed no signs of diminishing, and it remained firmly embedded in the wall of the shop opposite.

That was a three-foot-long sword!

The sword was still trembling slightly, emitting a low buzzing sound.

Shen Chu broke out in a cold sweat and turned around abruptly.

At the end of the street, on the eaves of a house, someone was standing there.

The man, dressed in magnificent robes, stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Because of the distance, I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could vaguely make out a face with distinct features and a pair of exceptionally bright eyes.

A detached voice came from that direction, clearly reaching everyone's ears, as if the person were standing right in front of them speaking:

"You think you can just walk away after hitting someone from my Longchuan Sword Sect?"

Shen Chu's expression was solemn. His right hand had already silently rested on the hilt of the knife, his knuckles slightly clenched, and his gaze was fixed on that figure.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Although his face was obscured, the aura that seemed to have locked onto him from afar pressed down on his shoulder as if it were a tangible force, causing the hairs on his body to stand on end involuntarily.

Master

Absolutely a master!

Shen Chu quickly assessed the gap between the two sides in his mind. Just based on the skill that his opponent had shown, he was no easy opponent.

His mind raced, searching for a way to escape.

However, before he could come up with a feasible solution, his vision blurred...

The figure had already appeared in the middle of the street, no more than three zhang away from him.

What a great speed!

Shen Chu's pupils contracted slightly, and her grip on the knife tightened even more.

The newcomer was a man in his early thirties, with a handsome face and a sharp air between his brows. His clothes were spotless.

He stood there, his gaze sweeping lightly over Shen Chu, Li Chengwen, and the mother and son, finally settling on Shen Chu, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"So it was you who injured someone from my Longchuan Sword Sect?"

Shen Chu did not deny it, and cupped his hands in greeting:

"There was indeed a sparring session just now, but it was merely a friendly exchange, and no one used their full strength. If your disciple has offended anyone, I apologize on my behalf."

"A friendly spar?"

The man chuckled softly, a hint of coldness in his voice.

"You broke my junior brother's wrist, and you call that sparring?"

He took a step forward.

With just one step, Shen Chu felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him, as if a mountain was slowly collapsing, making it hard for him to breathe.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to steady himself.

Although he didn't retreat, his forehead was already beaded with cold sweat.

The man looked at his stubbornness with a hint of amusement in his eyes, then slowly raised his right hand:

Just then, a silvery voice came from the other end of the street, clear and melodious, with a touch of girlish charm:

"Why is Senior Brother Zhao so angry?"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a girl in a pale yellow dress walking gracefully from the street corner.

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with her hair styled in two buns. She had a pretty face, bright and lively eyes, and a faint smile on her lips, making her look innocent and harmless.

But Shen Chu noticed that after she appeared, Senior Brother Zhao's movements clearly paused for a moment, and his brows furrowed slightly.

When Li Chengwen saw the girl, his eyes lit up immediately, his face filled with joy, and he blurted out:

"Miss Situ! It's Miss Situ! We're saved!"

Upon hearing Li Chengwen's voice, the girl turned her head, smiled slightly at him, and nodded as a greeting. Then she turned her gaze to Senior Brother Zhao.

Senior Brother Zhao looked at her, his expression softening, his tone carrying a hint of coldness:

"So it's Junior Sister Situ from Qingyang Academy. What, these people seem to be old acquaintances of yours? Are you trying to stand up for them?"

Miss Situ covered her mouth and chuckled softly, then shook her head: "Senior Brother Zhao, you flatter me. You overestimate me. How could I possibly stand up for you in front of you?"

As she spoke, she pointed at Li Chengwen and continued:

"However, this elder brother is Senior Sister Li's own brother. Senior Sister Li has been missing her family quite a bit lately. If she knew that her elder brother had gotten into a conflict with someone in Qingyang County, she would probably be heartbroken for quite some time. So, Senior Brother Zhao, could you please be lenient and let it go for Senior Sister Li's sake?"

As she said this, her tone was consistently smiling, with a touch of soft, coquettish charm.

But the weight of his words made Senior Brother Zhao frown even more deeply.

He remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Li Chengwen and Shen Chu, before finally letting out a cold snort and lowering his raised hand.

He didn't look at anyone else, but said to Miss Situ:

"Since it's because of Senior Sister Li's influence, I'll let today's matter drop. You might not be so lucky next time you encounter someone from my Longchuan Sword Sect."

Having said that, he turned to face the people from the Longchuan Sword Sect and sternly rebuked them: "Why aren't you leaving? Are you going to stay here and make a fool of yourselves!"

Upon hearing this, the once arrogant members of the Longchuan Sword Sect all lowered their guard and slunk away after the man.