Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 103 Under the Dancer's Seat
After getting up early, Xu Shangxin washed up, tied her long hair into a ponytail, and then, with the words "Hero, spare my life," headed to the martial arts arena.

The Lingxiao Sword Sect has a large training ground, which is mainly used by disciples for daily cultivation and practice, in addition to sect gatherings.

Recently, due to the Sword Trial, many cultivators from other sects have come. The sect has also taken the opportunity to demonstrate its hospitality by giving priority to the martial arts arena for these visiting martial arts friends.

The ice sword was conspicuous, so Xu Shangxin always chose to practice alone in a corner of the training ground.

Even with the blessing of her fair skin and jade-like bones, as the amount of Qi increased, the speed at which she forged spiritual Qi began to slow down.

With five days left until the sword trial, the only way to improve my strength is to focus more on honing my skills.

After straightening her clothes and letting out a soft breath, she began practicing Professor Xu Zhuofeng's Tiger and Crane Double Forms, holding the words "Good man, spare my life."

Tiger Sword emphasizes expansive and powerful strikes, a point she had already grasped while fighting and righting wrongs at the academy, which is why she understood it relatively quickly.

Crane Sword is agile and its sword moves are varied, so she has to spend time practicing it carefully.

Fortunately, with Pei Xia's guidance and Li Tan's practice during this period, she gradually became more proficient.

The snow-white spiritual energy vibrated around him, and as the sword's momentum rose and fell, the energy sometimes roared like a tiger, and sometimes cried like a crane.

As the ice sword struck, a powerful gust of wind surged forth, its momentum unabated, causing the white stone bricks on the ground to tremble slightly. Seeing this, Xu Shangxin wiped the sweat from her brow, a hint of satisfaction appearing in her eyes.

She was not naturally gifted, unlike Pei Xia who could do it effortlessly. She practiced this Tiger and Crane Double Form for almost two months.

But in any case, I've finally gotten the hang of it.

After taking a short break, Xu Shangxin picked up his sword again, ready to practice some more.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind him.

Two cultivators dressed in green robes walked up to Xu Shangxin, looked her up and down, and then asked, "Miss, which sect are you a disciple of?"

Xu Shangxin came out early to practice her sword, all alone, and had little experience with being approached by people from the martial arts world.

He could only sheathe his sword and politely reply, "I belong to no sect or faction."

"Rogue cultivator."

Of the two, the taller and thinner man immediately grinned and said, "No wonder. I saw that your sword practice just now had many flaws. It was very rough and completely lacked any technique."

As soon as he spoke, another cultivator next to him immediately echoed, "Oh, Senior Brother Qi, you are a genius of our Canglang Sect, with a profound cultivation level. Of course, you look down on the methods of these rogue cultivators and independent families."

The two seemed to be talking, but their eyes kept glancing at Xu Shangxin.

The older brother rolled his eyes inwardly, silently turned around, and prepared to continue practicing his sword.

The tall, thin Senior Brother Qi seemed not to have seen Xu Shangxin's body language and thought she hadn't understood the implied meaning. He coughed twice and said, "Ahem, our Canglang Sect doesn't have strict rules about sect sword techniques. If I'm in a good mood, I can teach some rogue cultivators."

Xu Shangxin still didn't respond; she had already picked up her sword and started practicing the Tiger Crane Double Form again.

They're really asking for it!
The two Canglang Sect cultivators clearly realized that they were being ignored, and their expressions gradually became strained.

"You're just a lowly rogue cultivator, do you know how many people want to learn from our Senior Brother Qi but don't even have the chance..."

As he spoke, he walked behind Xu Shangxin.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a slender, elegant hand blocked the Canglang Sect cultivator's path.

The monk looked up and saw an exceptionally handsome male face.

The person was tall and slender, dressed in a gold-embellished purple robe, with long hair tied up in a bun that hung down to her waist, and a faint smile on her delicate, almost otherworldly, clean face.

He withdrew his clean hand under his sleeve and politely bowed to the two Canglang Sect cultivators.

His voice was gentle, with a hint of smooth, flowing sand: "I am Changsun Yu from the Lingxiao Sword Sect. I greet the two senior brothers from the Canglang Sect." The cultivator who had been stopped was taken aback. Upon hearing that the other party was from the host Lingxiao Sword Sect, he felt an embarrassment, as if he had been caught red-handed doing something wrong. He stammered, unsure of what to say.

But Senior Brother Qi rattled off a string of words in a very coherent fashion: "The eldest grandson of the Lingxiao Sword Sect... what the hell? What's wrong with you, reaching out to block us fellow disciples? Do you have some kind of problem with our Canglang Sect?"

Changsun Yu glanced back at Xu Shangxin without making a sound.

The eldest brother wasn't truly oblivious to everything.

When she was at Beishicheng Academy, she was a well-known beauty, and even the Third Young Master Xie was, strictly speaking, a subject of her affections.

Xu Shangxin was experienced in being harassed.

The reason she pretended to ignore it was that she was waiting for the other party to do something outrageous first; no matter what, she had to be in the right first.

She never expected that Changsun Yu would suddenly appear from the side.

Xu Shangxin turned around and their eyes met.

Senior Brother Changsun winked at her mischievously, his eyes filled with undisguised laughter.

It seemed like the two of them had known each other for a long time.

Changsun Yu looked at Senior Brother Qi again and said slowly, "Of course I wouldn't dare to make things difficult for the Canglang Sect. However, this young lady is my master's guest. When she came up the mountain, my master repeatedly instructed me to treat her well. Otherwise, how could I be serving her so early in the morning?"

"My master?" Senior Brother Qi sneered.

The Lingxiao Sword Sect is much larger than the Canglang Sect, but due to the Bounty Hall, the sect is divided into many lineages based on master-disciple relationships.

It's rare to establish a government office, and among them, a master at the Tongxuan realm like Wang Su is considered to be among the best.

There are many cultivators of mediocre talent who stop at the Cauldron Refining stage in their thirties or forties. In other sects, they would definitely not be qualified to take on disciples and teach, but this is very common in the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

So when Senior Brother Qi heard that the guest was a "master" from the Lingxiao Sword Sect, he didn't show any respect on his face. Instead, he became even more aggressive: "I wonder which expert from the Lingxiao Sword Sect is Junior Brother Changsun's master?"

Changsun Yu smiled gently: "Xi."

The syllable was pronounced so briefly that the two members of the Canglang School didn't react immediately.

They realized that Changsun Yu had already mentioned his master's name.

Their eyes widened slowly.

Ling laughed and danced, Xi.

Didn't they say they'd been in seclusion for a long time? Why are they still inviting guests up the mountain?
Then, this girl must be someone of extraordinary background!

Furthermore, when did the dance master accept his disciples?

Looking at Changsun Yu's gentle and handsome face, they didn't think he was lying.

After all, in the Lingxiao Sword Sect, impersonating Xiwu's disciple is definitely a death wish.

So, in fact, both the Dance Leader and the Sword Leader had disciples who passed down their skills long ago, but they just didn't make it public.
Senior Brother Qi is indeed a prodigy of the Canglang Sect. He has reached the level of Refining Cauldron before the age of thirty. The Transcendent Realm is almost no threshold for him. He may even be able to open his own mansion in the future.

But this qualification depends on who you compare it to.

Even among geniuses, there are differences. He knew he was inferior to Xia Qingque, so he probably wouldn't be a match for Changsun Yu either.

No need, no need. He's destined to be a big shot in the future, there's no need to make enemies.

The two members of the Canglang Sect finally suppressed their arrogance and clasped their hands in a fist salute: "So you are guests of Head Xiwu. We are truly... truly sorry to have disturbed you."

(End of this chapter)