Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 31 Bullying the small with the big
Pei Xia possesses the cultivation level of a fourth-realm Su Master, so naturally he is capable of refining artifacts.

But being able to refine something and refining it well are two different things.

He looked at the three-foot-long iron rod in his hand and fell into deep thought.

This thing was undoubtedly made from Han Youzhi's magic weapon. With a little spiritual power seeping into it, one could feel a sense of exhilaration, like a fish entering water.

This is precisely the characteristic of Huanhai Yinsha.

As for why the sword blade is round...

“It didn’t say it had to be flat,” Pei Xia muttered to herself, then quickly convinced herself.

He turned around and carried his three-foot sword back to the training ground.

The atmosphere in the empty martial arts arena of the academy was somewhat strange.

Almost everyone's gaze was fixed on a certain corner.

Wait, isn't that the spot I just taught Xu Shangxin to play?

Feeling a sudden, inexplicable panic, Pei Xia grabbed her sword and hurried a few steps, squeezing through the crowd and slipping inside.

He looked up and his eyes met Luo Xiaojin's.

Han Youzhi was talking to Xu Shangxin, while Luo Xiaojin, as his attendant, was somewhat idle, leaning against the railing and gazing at the pavilions and towers of the academy.

For her, the academy was a very distant concept. As a mere Qin official, being able to become a disciple in the Palace of the Supreme Saint was already a remarkable turnaround for her.

"Knowledgeable and reasonable" is something I can't achieve.

Well, it's alright to take a look.

Then he spotted Pei Xia emerging from the crowd.

Their eyes met, and Luo Xiaojin's gaze quickly turned cold, as if she had remembered something.

Pei Xia: "Holy crap, inside!"

Her expression grew even colder, and her hand was already on the sword.

Fortunately, Xu Shangxin quickly noticed Pei Xia and waved to him.

This also attracted Han's childish gaze.

Han Baiyi looked at Pei Xia, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Under the watchful eyes of the three women, he coughed and walked over.

"Um...have you eaten?"

Han Youzhi didn't bother arguing with him and held out her hand: "Where's my rabbit?"

Xu Shangxin stood to the side, her face expressionless—the rabbit had already been stewed!

Pei Xia remained calm and composed, without uttering a sound.

Without retracting his hand, Han Youzhi asked again, "Where is my magic weapon?"

Pei Xia still did not respond.

Seeing that his hands were behind his back, Luo Xiaojin took two steps forward and peeked behind him, saying, "Han Baiyi, here he is!"

Han Youzhi gave a cold laugh.

Hmph, this young man from the Prime Minister's residence is indeed audacious because of his status, even daring to keep her magical artifacts for himself.

With a flick of his fingertips, spiritual energy surged forth, and Han Youzhi uttered a soft cry: "Rise!"

Her magical artifacts were nurtured by spiritual energy over many years. Especially after reaching the Heavenly Consciousness Realm, with the assistance of divine sense, they became as easy to use as an arm.

Just call out, and you'll surely...

Eh?
Han Youzhi raised her eyebrows and extended her other hand, shaking her fingertips in the same way: "Rise!"

No, why isn't it responding?
Pei Xia felt reassured when she saw that the iron rod in her hand didn't budge even after she bent over twice.

My teacher's wife is indeed reliable.

Although she had only mastered four levels of skill, her master craftsmanship was clearly of astonishing quality.

He brazenly pulled out his newly forged iron sword: "Is this the magical artifact you're talking about?"

Han Youzhi's magical artifact is engraved with spiritual patterns and was meticulously crafted by a top-tier master craftsman from the Holy Palace.

But the iron rod in Pei Xia's hand was gray and dull, like an iron rod used to pound fire in a stove.

It doesn't look like it.

However, upon touching it with spiritual power, it was clearly Frost Iron mixed with top-grade Sea-Washing Silver Sand.

Han Youzhi simply couldn't believe that Pei Xia had also obtained such a valuable document.

She was extremely indignant.

Yes, Beishi City is different from other places. Powerful people run rampant, and the officialdom is treacherous. Even a white-robed emperor cannot act recklessly.

But we can't just let them bully us like this, can we?
A long-lost emotion welled up in Han Youzhi's heart—it was actually a damn "grievance"!
A profound sense of majesty began to uncontrollably emanate from the air.

The hallmark of the Heavenly Consciousness Realm is the attainment of so-called "divine consciousness," possessing insight akin to "observing the heavens and the earth." In cultivation, this manifests as an extremely imposing and awe-inspiring sea of ​​consciousness. "Young Master Pei," she said in a deep voice, suppressing her anger, "yesterday I went to rescue people, and they were from your household. Logically and morally, you shouldn't have acted this way."

Pei Xia, holding the three-foot iron rod in her hand, chuckled: "Han Baiyi is really forgetful."

"Am I forgetful?"

"Yes."

Pei Xia raised her eyebrows and looked at her: "Why do you only remember saving people and not the time when you attacked me without any explanation? If I were less skilled, I probably would have been nailed to the ground by you back then. How come you're starting to talk about morality and reason now that you've suffered a loss?"

Han's childish words caught in her throat.

Yesterday, it was indeed she who attacked Pei Xia first.

But that's because Pei Xia had been whispering with the old Taoist priest with the candle in his hand, which made him seem like a bad person.

She took a deep breath: "That was a misunderstanding."

"You almost killed someone, and you just let it go with a misunderstanding? I didn't even sue your Holy Palace for indiscriminate killing, and now you're blaming me instead?"

The position of the Grand Master of the Palace is high and powerful, so it is especially important to avoid suspicion. If Pei Xia really goes to the Eldest Princess to complain, it will indeed have a very bad impact.

But this threat made Han Yuzhi's breathing even heavier.

That kid is utterly despicable!

"Aren't you convinced?"

Pei Xia raised his long staff and pointed it at Tian Shi, the white-robed man from the Holy Palace, right in front of so many people: "Don't say I'm bullying your Holy Palace by taking advantage of your power. Here's what I'll do: I'll give you a chance. If you can survive one round with me, I'll hand over your magic weapon and rabbit in full. I'll even personally go to your Holy Palace to apologize and kowtow. How about it?"

This matter is indeed a bit difficult to explain once you start to analyze it.

Pei Xia ate her rabbit and refined her magical artifacts; he was taking advantage of her.

But as he said, it's true that Han Youzhi attacked and hurt people without explanation; if Pei Xia hadn't been Pei Xia, she really would have died in the warehouse yesterday.

At this moment, the onlookers began to whisper among themselves.

The Holy Palace is under your command!
White coat!

The combination of these two words, "life," made the students of Jiangchao Academy make way for a large circle.

At the same time, they couldn't help but look at the thin man with curiosity.

This guy seems to be the new martial arts instructor at the academy? How dare he challenge the white-robed monk from the Holy Palace?
Han Youzhi pointed to his nose in shock: "Me? From your hands? To go through a round?"

Xu Shangxin rushed over and grabbed Pei Xia's sleeve, starting to poke him: "Are you crazy?!"

Pei Xia patted the back of her hand: "Stop pulling, you've ruined your clothes."

After saying that, he looked up at Han Youzhi and said, "Just one round. More than that would be inappropriate, lest my master find out and say that I am bullying the weak."

You even bullied the weak!

Han Youzhi was so angry she laughed: "Yesterday I was exhausted from the battle, and you took advantage of my weakness. You, surnamed Pei, really think you're something special?!"

Han Youzhi was well aware of Pei Xia's cultivation level; seeing him enter the Zhen Gang state in a single breath yesterday was truly astonishing.

But Zhen Gang is just Zhen Gang; no matter how you look at it, he's only at the third realm.

I'll stand still and let you use all your tricks. It's questionable whether you can even break through my protective aura. Where do you get the courage to speak so arrogantly?

Luo Xiaojin, who was standing to the side, also sneered.

But soon, she recalled Zhang Guohan from that night.

Zhang Guohan was a fifth-level master, a truly accomplished individual, yet that night in front of Pei Xia, he was as powerless as a child.

Besides, didn't Han Youzhi just get ripped off yesterday?

Is it possible...

Xiao Luo, holding his sword, didn't know why, but he just shifted his feet and moved aside a bit from behind Han Youzhi.

Pei Xia raised his newly forged three-foot iron rod and pointed it at the white-robed Master: "If you are lucky enough to win, I will come to apologize. If you lose, then we will wipe the slate clean, but you are not allowed to come here to make a scene again."

Han Youzhi waved her hand, and three more long nails rose into the air from under her sleeve. Her beautiful face was filled with anger: "You're the one throwing a tantrum! Your whole family throws tantrums!"

Pei Xia remained silent, only twirling the tip of the long stick.

This time, Han Youzhi truly unleashed her inner energy, her spiritual palace surging, and powerful streams of spiritual energy coursing through her meridians.

The three magical nails instantly emitted a burst of spiritual light over ten feet long. As she raised her hand, the energy flowed freely, and a whirlwind swept through the entire martial arts arena!
"You surnamed Pei, if I don't beat you so badly you won't be able to get out of bed for six months, I'll..."

Han Youzhi's angry shouts, delivered through gritted teeth, were only half-sentenced by the sudden gust of wind before abruptly falling silent.

Eyes closed and opened.

Han Youzhi blinked, looking at the table in front of her, the candlesticks in the distance, and the inner chamber of the Palace of the Holy Master that she knew so well.

She paused for a moment, then asked, "...Huh?"

On the martial arts field of the academy, they waited for the gale to subside.

Pei Xia, carrying a long stick, poked the little rabbit lying on the ground and looked at Xu Shangxin: "Take the rabbit back, it'll be an extra meal tonight."

(End of this chapter)