My Cold Sword Master

"When I was in Jiange, I got into the habit of reading. I would often spend an entire afternoon reading." The young man handed a silver coin to the scholar at the bookstall.

"Also, Auntie..."

Before the young man finished speaking, the sound of hurried horse hooves, accompanied by panicked crowds and shrill screams, suddenly disrupted the hustle and bustle of the night market.

A mad horse suddenly broke into the noisy crowd, scattering all the shops and stalls along the way, and even bumping into many pedestrians.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! All of you untouchables, get out of my way!"

On horseback, a young man in a pear-yellow brocade robe was waving the whip in his hand with a look of shock and anger on his face. The whip was surrounded by the spiritual energy of the realm of transformation.

However, he did not swing the whip at the horse beneath him that was galloping with its hooves flying in all directions as it charged into the crowd, but instead he angrily whipped the people around him.

"Get out of the way! This horse of mine is worth a thousand mid-grade spirit stones! How dare you, a bunch of lowly people, block my way! Get out of here!"

Several monks who tried to control the mad horses were all whipped away by the whip in the young man's hand. It was obvious that this whip was also a spiritual treasure and not an ordinary item.

This mad horse immediately made the already crowded night market chaotic and extremely crowded. The crowds of people who were trying to avoid the whip lost control and became chaotic, desperately trying to flee from the main road.

"Ah ah--"

On the chaotic main road, a pure and lovely girl with a slender figure in a yellow skirt was bumped by the chaotic crowd. She stumbled and was about to fall to the ground.

This girl was just strolling around the night market with her mother, and she had no idea how to react when she suddenly encountered this situation.

Seeing the mad horse and its thundering hooves getting closer and closer to her, the whip was even wrapped in light green spiritual energy and was swung towards her. The girl, who was separated from her mother, was so scared that she hugged her head instinctively.

"Snapped--!"

The crisp sound of a horsewhip exploded in her ears, scaring the girl into screaming, but then she realized that the whip did not fall on her.

A slender and gentle figure in white suddenly appeared in front of her, and the soft white hands wrapped around her slender waist to prevent her from falling, and the falling horsewhip was caught by the boy's seemingly soft hands.

The spiritual energy of the Transformation Realm lingering on the whip was completely destroyed by the wisps of sword energy that emerged from the young man's fingertips, without even the slightest influence.

Before the young man on the horse could come to his senses, the young man grabbed the whip and tore this third-level Huayun cultivator off the horse's back, then swung him to the side of the road!

"Pfft-!"

This young man who was at the third level of Huayun Realm smashed onto the blue brick pavement of Yanyun Night Market like a torn sack, cracking a large piece of the hard blue bricks and spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

The madly running horse stopped running wildly when the white fox in the boy's arms lazily raised its red eyes to glance at it. It stopped its horse hooves in front of the boy and lowered its proud head.

Seeing the horse suddenly stop going crazy, Shangguan Yun was confused but still breathed a sigh of relief.

He retracted the sword energy that was lingering around his fingertips and was about to leave his body, gently stroked the horse's head, then looked at the blushing and stunned girl in his arms, and asked softly.

"Are you still okay?"

"ah--"

The girl in the yellow skirt was surprised to find that she was hugged by the handsome and gentle young man in white. She took a few steps back with a blushing face, and gathered her hair in front of her forehead with her delicate hands to hide her shyness.

"Well...thank you, sir."

"It's okay." The young man smiled gently, and then cast his cold eyes towards the young man he had pulled off his horse.

"You little loser! How dare you throw me down! Do you know who I am?!"

The young man stood up in a panic, his hair crown broke and his long hair was disheveled, but it could not hide the blood at the corner of his lips and the ferocious look on his face, he was extremely furious.

But beneath this ferocious look, his arrogant eyes showed a hint of gloom and coldness besides rage.

The corner of his eyes glanced vaguely at the shadows in the alley behind him, and then glanced at the young man in front of him.

He is wearing white clothes, carrying a sword, has a handsome appearance, and has black hair and black eyes.

It was the target, no doubt about it.

"You little piece of trash! Either you kneel down and kowtow to me now to apologize, or you will destroy your cultivation!"

He cursed angrily, but his hands behind his back were secretly grasping the poisoned dagger with a dark glow hidden in his sleeves.

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Author's words: Push the main line

Chapter 38: Thirteen Swords of Qingyou

Shangguan Yun carried a sword on his back, held a white fox in his arms, and quietly looked at the young man in front of him with a ferocious face.

"According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, anyone who lets his mount run rampant, injure people, or crashes into a crowd, causing chaos, or destroying shops and other people's property in the capital Yanyun can be executed on the spot."

"Law?"

When the young man heard this, he sneered. Even the frightened people and independent cultivators around him looked at the young man with strange eyes.

It is a lie to say that the laws of this mortal world are meaningless in front of royal power, nobles, sons of aristocratic families, and disciples of clans.

Even the lowest-ranking nobles and sons of aristocratic families are people whom the common people of this dynasty and the independent cultivators cannot afford to offend.

"I will say this one last time..."

The young man rubbed his sore wrist and walked forward arrogantly, with a look of contempt and disdain on his face.

Shangguan Yun frowned slightly, but it was not because of the young man's arrogant and contemptuous attitude, but because the young man's posture was a little illogical.

There are playboys in this world, but they are all smart people, and there are no conceited fools.

Even Huang Ye in the ancient town last time only dared to step forward after observing that his cultivation was weak.

This young man had just been taught a lesson by him, and he knew that he was inferior in strength, but now he dared to come forward and speak harshly...

The young master grinned: "Either, kneel down and apologize to me, or -"

Before he finished speaking, something strange happened!

The young man who had a disdainful look and an arrogant grin on his face in the previous second, his face turned as cold and icy as a dead frost in the next moment!

Those arrogant and domineering eyes were now filled with cold indifference!

Shangguan Yunmo's pupils suddenly turned cold and his eyes were stern. He quickly retreated with sword steps, but the next moment, the young man who had been walking unsteadily actually followed his sword steps!

The young master's cultivation level, which was at the third level of Hua Yun and fluctuated, suddenly soared to the peak of the ninth level of Hua Yun the moment he approached him! After a brief half-second of silence, it instantly rose to the third level of Hua Ling!

This young man is not a cultivator in the Huayun realm at all, but a cultivator in the Hualing realm!

Moreover, there was not a trace of frivolity at all, only a condensed and solid aura and a cold murderous intent!

Along with a faint light flashing in the young man's hand, a poisoned dagger with a dark glow, lingering with the spiritual energy of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, quickly pierced towards the young man's heart!

Shangguan Yun's eyes focused, his spiritual consciousness trembled, and a rolling spiritual spring gushed out from the spring, turning into sword energy that circulated around his body in an instant, gathering on his feet and stepping on the blue bricks!

"Boom-boom-"

The young man's long shoes with cloud patterns touched the ground lightly like a green fish touching the water, and the white sword energy lingered on the tips of his toes. His slender and tall figure turned into a semi-blurred shadow and retreated dozens of meters in the blink of an eye!

But the figure of this young man was like a haunting ghost. Even though the young man quickly retreated more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, the cold and quiet dark ghost still haunted him.

The dagger, which emitted a cold and dark light, was never half an inch away from the boy's heart from beginning to end!

However, this brief second was enough for the young man.

Just as the dim dagger had already cut through the boy's white clothes and was about to pierce his heart, a cold light as white as snow suddenly flashed between him and the ghost!

"Click——"

With the ancient sword Tingxue slashed through the poisonous ghost blade! With a crisp cracking sound, the three-inch-long poisonous ghost blade was cut in half in the hands of the young master!

The breaking of the poisoned dark blade did not flicker the cold eyes of this young man. He threw away the dagger in his hand and raised his hand to form a palm. The palm of his hand flashed with cold icy light, and he slapped the young man with the spiritual energy of the spiritual transformation realm!

An assassin in the Spirit Transformation Realm was clearly only trying to assassinate a cultivator in the Yun Transformation Realm, but after losing his weapon, his judgment was so decisive and ruthless. His reaction was so quick that Shangguan Yun only had time to raise his palm and point his sword, and his raised finger turned into a sword, with the sword's edge at his fingertips icy and restrained!

The cold palm and the young man's sword finger, the dark white spiritual energy of the Spirit Transformation Realm and the young man's condensed and sharp sword energy of the Soul Transformation Realm, are like cold and dark ice attacking the sharp sword edge, stirring up a howling strong wind!

It swept through the night market, startling the crowd and causing them to scream, and brought with it a strong wind that swept in all directions!

The collision between the spiritual essence of the Spirit Transformation Realm and the spiritual essence of the Yun Transformation Realm swept away all the dust between the two and the goods from the stalls beside them!

The two men retreated violently at the same time, the blue bricks under their feet broke into pieces, and cracks appeared on the flat ground at the center of the collision.

In this confrontation between the Spiritual Transformation Realm and the Yunhua Realm, in which the Spiritual Transformation Realm was the surprise attacking party, there was no clear winner!

"puff--"

At this moment, the young man stabilized his body and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs. His cold eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation when he looked at the young man.

It was a look of solemnity and horror.

The crowd around looked at the scene in front of them, and there was only horror and dead silence.

An assassin who was a third-level Spiritual Transformation Realm cultivator, in a surprise attack, not only failed to injure a young cultivator in the Essence Transformation Realm, but he was also at a disadvantage in the spiritual confrontation between the two!

At this time, Shangguan Yun also groaned, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his tender lips, and his face was solemn. Although his condition was better than that of the assassin, it was not much better.

This assassin in the Spiritual Transformation Realm was already a whole realm higher than him, and his spiritual essence was not as loose as that of ordinary people but extremely condensed and solid, making him far more difficult to deal with than an ordinary cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Realm.

Just in the last round of confrontation, every palm strike and every close attack from this Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator could silently wipe out any cultivator at the peak of the ninth level of the Yun Transformation Realm. His strength was definitely not that of ordinary people.

Such an extremely powerful assassin in the Spirit Transformation Realm actually used this method to assassinate him, a cultivator in the third level of the Yunhua Realm, for no reason. The purpose of the power behind him was self-evident.

However, whether this belongs to Marquis Anlan... or some other force, is unknown.

The ancient sword Tingxue that was floating around his body turned into a snowy ray and flew into Shangguan Yun's palm, and the snow-white sword body emitted a sword chant.

The young man stood quietly with a sword in hand, his cold black eyes staring at the sullen-looking assassin not far away. His spider-web-like spiritual awareness flew out and locked onto him, and his every thought and movement was lost in his perception.

The young man who was locked by the spiritual consciousness frowned slightly. As an assassin in the Spiritual Transformation Realm, how could he be locked by the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator who had just entered the Yunhua Realm?

He, an assassin in the Spiritual Transformation Realm, could not keep up with the speed of the cultivator in the Essence Transformation Realm. He was at a disadvantage in the spiritual and physical confrontation and was even locked by the cultivator in the Essence Transformation Realm with the spiritual awareness that only those in the Spiritual Transformation Realm possessed.

If this gets out, people will think it's ridiculous.

However, the assassin, who had already been locked onto by the boy's spiritual consciousness, simply released his spiritual consciousness to shield his body, but did not escape. Instead, he took out two glowing and poisoned daggers from his spiritual ring and stared at the boy like a falcon waiting for an opportunity.

Shangguan Yun frowned slightly. He released his spiritual consciousness just to test the situation. He didn't intend to really use it to lock onto an assassin in the Spiritual Transformation Realm whose spiritual consciousness had already transformed into a spirit.

But the assassin's reaction made his eyes turn cold.

It stands to reason that if an assassin misses his target, he will be exiled.

The assassin's assassination had clearly failed, so why was he still lingering here?

The boy's mind raced, the scene flowed backwards, the moment when the assassin fell from his horse emerged in his mind, and the obscure sight in the shadowy alley was cast.

"rustle--"

The slight rustling sound is like the breeze on a summer night, or like the faint breeze blowing through the streets and alleys, which makes people feel relaxed.

But in this pleasant evening breeze, there is a hint of cold murderous intent!

Three cold and dark rays of light at the peak of the Hua Yun realm, mixed in the pleasant breeze, simultaneously slashed towards the young man in the center of the street from the dark and deep alley!

The assassin in the Spiritual Transformation Realm took a step forward, and his tall and thin figure turned into a hazy gray shadow like a ghost and quickly rushed towards the young man!

In just a moment, four glowing poisoned daggers appeared from four directions, one assassin at the third level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm and three assassins at the peak of the Inner Transformation Realm!

Even a cultivator at the fifth level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm would suffer in this assassination formation!

Su Lishuang, who was not far away, leisurely picked up the white jade porcelain bottle and took a sip. Her frosty black eyes did not show a ripple and she had no intention of taking action.

The young man remained calm in the face of such a scene, and it was obvious that he had another card up his sleeve.

It is said that this young man has been in Yanyun for some time, but he has had few battles. The few times he fought, he killed the enemy with one sword and never used any trump cards.

She wanted to see how this young man, who was so favored by her sister and the Qingyou Sword Master, would deal with the assassination attempt by a third-level Hualing Realm cultivator and three peak Huayun Realm cultivators.

At the same time, she twisted the porcelain bottle with her slender white fingertips, silently condensing four frosty cold energy containing the power of the laws of the great way.

The dim light attacked from all directions, and in just a moment, the dagger emitting poisonous dim light was close to the boy's forehead, heart and neck, and the cold tip of the blade almost touched the boy's delicate skin.

The fierce wind from the blade even caused the young man's white clothes and long hair to flutter.

Facing these four poisoned daggers, Shangguan Yun's cold eyes were like a spring in a deep valley, which disappeared in an instant without causing a ripple.

The young man did not choose to dodge, nor did he choose to turn his spiritual energy to protect his body. Instead, he restrained his sword energy, stroked the long sword Tingxue with his fingertips, lightly grasped the hilt, and condensed the sword energy into a frosty blade.

The sharp sword wind, the clamor, and the screams of the crowd all disappeared from my ears like the receding tide, and the world became quiet.

In the boy’s eyes, the night market turned into a quiet bamboo forest with rumbling waterfalls in the forest.

In the bamboo forest, an elegant and peerless swordsman in white stood leaning on his sword. His slender, bright and clear sword finger lightly pinched a bamboo leaf, transformed it into sword energy, and gently slashed towards the long waterfall falling off the cliff in front of him.

Use bamboo leaves as swords, and the sword's essence as the edge. With just one sword, this long waterfall like the Milky Way pours out and stops silently.

Thirteen Qingyou Swords, the first sword: Broken Waterfall.