“Finally, my turn!”
Zhou Tong, as if unable to wait, leaped up onto the stage.
“You’ve seen my strength, and instead of running, you come closer to me?”
Long Lingyun said, somewhat surprised.
“If I didn’t come closer, how could I flatten you?”
Zhou Tong said without ceremony, casually summoning the Red Dust Sword from the Little Vixen’s waist.
“Show this woman a thing or two.
If you lose, I won’t forgive you.”
The Little Vixen shook her little fist.
“Guaranteed win!”
Zhou Tong replied, his face full of ease.
“Big talk — and utterly overestimating yourself.”
Tang Qi sneered outright.
“Even I’m no match for her.
If it were you, you couldn’t even take a single move!”
The crowd nodded in agreement.
It wasn’t that they thought Zhou Tong too weak — it was that Long Lingyun was simply too strong.
Zhou Tong ignored everyone’s opinions, staring straight into Long Lingyun’s eyes, and sensed a trace of limpid foolishness in them.
“Can you read?”
Zhou Tong asked — which immediately made Long Lingyun fly into a rage of humiliation.
“Enough of this nonsense — we’re dueling with swords!”
Seeing her reaction, Zhou Tong already had his answer.
No wonder Long Lingyun could command sword momentum — she possessed the legendary Wordless Wisdom Root!
Those who bore this root were born unable to read, yet they could look upon a form and know its meaning, look upon the myriad phenomena and attain sudden enlightenment, look upon a tome and grasp its very essence — truly defying heaven.
That old bastard, the Sword Saint, had possessed this very constitution — and now his heir turned out to be the same.
“What are you looking at?
Daring to let your mind wander while dueling me — what nerve!”
Long Lingyun struck.
Her eyes flashed as she channeled her Wordless Wisdom Root and opened her sword eyes.
Suddenly, in her eyes, Zhou Tong turned into a pile of rigid lines, with not a trace of sword aura flowing through him.
“This…
he’s plainly an ordinary man who knows nothing of the sword.
I got my hopes up for nothing!”
Long Lingyun immediately lost interest, ready to end the fight with a casual stroke.
Just then, Zhou Tong drew into his opening stance.
Long Lingyun froze at once, as if ten thousand bolts of thunder had detonated in her mind at the same instant!
It was an extremely dangerous signal.
Without a second word, she moved to channel her sword momentum.
But it was already too late — Zhou Tong had become an abyss.
His stance betrayed nothing, offered not a single opening!
Long Lingyun trembled uncontrollably, as if carrying a mountain of ten thousand tons on her back, completely crushed by an even stronger sword momentum!
“I can’t even counterattack!”
Her heart was filled with terror.
Only now did she understand — Zhou Tong didn’t fail to understand the sword; he was simply unfathomable to the extreme!
“Here I come!”
Zhou Tong finally drew his sword. New chapters come out on g.com first.
The blade-light flowed like water, drifting across her throat — yet she was like a puppet, able only to let him do as he pleased!
Light and shadow shifted; the two figures crossed and stood back to back.
All was calm once more.
The surroundings fell into dead silence — a pin could be heard dropping.
Those who couldn’t understand wore bewildered faces.
Those who could were drenched in sweat.
“What was the result?
Who won in the end?”
someone asked in confusion.
“That is the strongest sword strike I have ever seen — plain, yet impossible to surpass.”
After a long while, an old man murmured, his voice full of sighs.
“The strongest sword strike!
Whose?”
Others pressed further — and saw that Long Lingyun on the stage had already dropped to one knee.
“I lost — utterly lost!”
She admitted it herself, declaring the outcome.
Seeing her so utterly dejected, the crowd found it hard to breathe.
What kind of defeat could leave her this shattered?
The gap must have been vast — no chance of victory whatsoever!
“I don’t believe it!”
Someone leaped out, questioning this absurd scene.
“That’s right, this must be a trick — a staged performance!
How could a cripple do something like this?”
Ge Hongqiu shrieked, glaring at Zhou Tong with bloodshot eyes, as if he were her mortal enemy.
“It’s undoubtedly real.
His sword momentum is far stronger — leagues beyond Long Lingyun’s.
You simply failed to notice!”
Ying Shaoxuan spoke up, slapping the doubters’ faces hard.
Tang Qi’s face turned livid.
No longer able to maintain his innocent facade, a violent, savage aura rose from his body.
The man who had instantly defeated him had just been instantly defeated by Zhou Tong — a thoroughly satisfying crushing.
Only now did people realize that even if Zhou Tong was crippled, the heights of his peak could not be surpassed casually.
Some sects at odds with the Yuqing Sect made no attempt to hide it — their disciples and elders burst into laughter outright.
They could only conclude that the Yuqing Sect’s upper echelon had had their heads squeezed in a toilet — otherwise, how could they have made such a brainless decision as expelling Zhou Tong from the sect?
“The sword is just a minor art, after all.
Only raw strength truly matters!”
Mo Liusu said in a cold, hard voice.
“The Yuqing Sect will never shelter a scoundrel harboring evil intent — and certainly won’t take back a cripple!”
Hearing this, Tang Qi finally calmed down.
Mo Liusu was right — Zhou Tong was already crippled.
What right did he have to compete with him?
In an instant, he resumed his strutting arrogance, certain that in a proper duel, Zhou Tong surely couldn’t withstand even a single exchange with him!
Zhou Tong shrugged, caring nothing for anyone’s opinion.
The farce was over; it was time to leave. Get faster updates on g.com.
He didn’t want to stay here a single second longer.
“Wait!”
Just then, Long Lingyun called him back.
“Something?”
“By our agreement, since I lost to you, I must join your sect.”
At these words, everyone’s heart stirred again.
This Hehuan Sect was defying heaven.
A she-devil, a little vixen, a former number one of the younger generation, and now Long Lingyun…
Was the Hehuan Sect turning into a nest of monsters?!
“Girl, don’t ruin yourself.
They’re not a righteous sect, and they’re about to be wiped out.
If you want to contend for the pinnacle of the martial path, you’d best stay with the Yuqing Sect — we’ll give you the finest resources.”
An elder stepped forward to advise her, drawing countless looks of contempt.
The beads of the Yuqing Sect’s abacus were practically flying into everyone’s faces.
Hearing this, Long Lingyun turned her head back and swept her gaze over Mo Liusu and her gaggle of disciples.
“Sorry, but I’m no good at scheming and intrigue — and I have no interest in the weak!”
At these words, fury blazed through the Yuqing Sect from top to bottom.
She was pointing at their noses and calling them both weak and wicked — without the least mercy!
Ignoring everyone’s expressions, Long Lingyun walked up to Murong Ya and knelt on one knee.
“Senior Murong, would this junior be fortunate enough to study under you?”
“To gain a prodigy and nurture it — that is my fondest wish!”
Murong Ya beamed with delight and accepted the disciple without a moment’s delay.
“Though I must ask you to bear with it — the Hehuan Sect has long fallen into decline.
Counting you, we have only three disciples.”
“Isn’t that even better?”
Long Lingyun was pleased, pointing at Zhou Tong.
“This way, I can spar with him in swordsmanship whenever I like!”
“Ahem, ahem…”
The Little Vixen cleared her throat twice, her face turning serious in an instant.
“You may join us, but you must follow the rules.
From today on, I am your Senior Sister, and Zhou Tong is your Senior Brother.
Understood?”
“Understood.
I’ll respect you both!”
“No, no, no…
you may skip respecting me, but you must not harass your Senior Brother!”
Long Lingyun’s expression flickered.
“I…
I’ll try my best!”
“Also, your daily sparring with him must not exceed four hours.”
“Understood — Senior Brother needs time to cultivate and rest too.”
“No!
For the remaining twenty hours, he helps me cultivate!
He swore an oath on it!”