Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 132, Section 147: The Winner Takes All, the Loser is a Bandit (Three Chapters Combined)

"What a fast sword! It's so fast that it's invisible to the naked eye. Below the Innate Realm, before one's martial intent is fully developed, it would be very difficult to pinpoint the direction of the sword's strike."

Xie Qinglong, the leader of the Pai Gang, who had been watching the sword duel in the arena with a smile on his face, suddenly clapped his hands and praised, "It is said that back then, the sword in the hands of Lu Chengyun, the 'Divine Sword of the Southern Heaven,' was so fast that even martial arts masters could not sense it. This boy truly has the style of his ancestor."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people on the high platform all varied.

Ouyang Zheng was just stroking his beard with a smile.

Hearing this, his fingers stiffened slightly, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Before he could say anything, Wu Tianzhi, the nine-bag elder of the Beggars' Sect, chimed in, "I also think that this sword is swift and sharp, and has a three-point resemblance to the [Heavenly Southern Divine Sword]."

The gang leader only said that those below the innate level who haven't developed martial intent are difficult to defeat, but he didn't consider that once this boy cultivates sword intent, wouldn't even those with developed martial intent be unable to counter his moves?

The two of them, working in unintentionally, steered Lu Wubing's swordsmanship toward the [Yuanling Sword Manual].

It evokes endless reverie.

Their intentions are self-evident.

"Cuckoo..."

Murong Qing covered her mouth and chuckled, her laughter so loud it seemed the mountains couldn't block it, as if it were about to tear through the clouds and break free of its restraints.

Xie Qinglong and Wu Tianzhi were speaking in a serious tone when they suddenly paused, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

I couldn't bring myself to say what I had planned out.

Beside her, the ethereal and aloof Fairy Ji Changge, sitting as still as a willow-leaf Bodhisattva, heard the laughter and a slight smile appeared on her lips as she softly asked, "Why is Sister Murong laughing?"

"Oh dear, I didn't mean to laugh at what Chief Jie and Elder Wu were saying. I just couldn't help but lose my composure because I was thinking of something happy. Please don't blame me, brothers."

"No, no, it's my great fortune to hear the fairy voice of the Fairy of Love. I wonder how many heroes in the martial world would envy me. How could I blame her? I just don't know what makes the Fairy of Love so happy?"

This time, however, Xie Qinglong beat him to it. He sat upright, his brows furrowed, exuding a heroic and chivalrous air, and a sense of righteousness.

If it weren't for the dozen or so age spots on his face and the deep lines around his eyes that betrayed him, he would have been a handsome and refined gentleman in this turbulent world.

"As Chief Jie knows, my Murong family is located on the shore of Ming Lake and has witnessed some strange events in the lake."

When I was young, I heard my great-grandfather tell a story about how the "Divine Sword of the Tide" subdued a dragon with a single sword strike.

It is said that a dragon rose from Minghu Lake that day, darkening the sky and creating what appeared to be a huge hole in mid-air.

The water columns stretched from the sky to the ground, and the dragon darted through them, its tail whipping out and shattering the mountain peak.

"Is it really that powerful?"

Although Xie Qinglong's name contains the characters for "Azure Dragon," he is the least likely to believe in dragons.

Having traversed four rivers and five lakes, I have never even seen a large snake in my life, let alone a dragon.

He always felt that the "Han Hai Fu Long" incident was just something the Tianxing Sect was exaggerating to glorify their founder.

This is also what the title implies.

Which sect or faction doesn't know how to boast about its own abilities?
He said with a half-smile, "If it could truly shatter mountains at will, then the scales and flesh of this dragon would be extraordinary. I simply cannot imagine how to harm it."

Upon hearing this, the group almost forgot to watch the disciples' sword fight on the field, and instead listened intently as Murong Qing continued to speak.

"Master Jie guessed correctly. Back then, True Man Han Hai was indeed unable to harm the dragon's body; he merely moved around to restrain it..."

During the battle, the floodwaters swept across the land, submerging twenty-seven villages, making the situation all the more perilous.

Later, later... my great-grandfather said he didn't see it very clearly either. He only saw several streaks of light flashing across the void when he was sitting in the wooden tub, floating on the water and crying loudly.

Then, the wind stopped and the rain ceased, leaving a blood-red sky. The adults around me said that some even saw a giant dragon head fall from the sky and crash into Ming Lake…

The audience listened with rapt attention, almost believing it to be true rather than a story.

Even Xie Qinglong, the leader of the Pai Gang who was the least likely to believe in dragons, began to doubt his own understanding. After thinking about it, he found some suspicious points.

"Why couldn't Master Hanhai break through the dragon's defense before, but later he did?"

"Master Jie may not know this, but the dragon has developed a spiritual nature, and its eyes can draw upon the water vapor of heaven and earth."

The left eye opens and closes, the wind rises... The right eye opens and closes, the rain falls.

The Great Immortal of the Vast Ocean could not break through the dragon's scales and body, but a divine sword was used faster and faster, transforming into a stream of light that pierced through the dragon's eyes.

As the light in his eyes faded, the pillars of water collapsed, and the dragon lost its connection with the essence of heaven and earth, he cleaved through the void and struck the dragon's head... It was truly an earth-shattering battle.

Unfortunately, the past of these esteemed predecessors has gradually faded into mythical illusions…

Murong Qing's face showed regret, and he said, "Fortunately, although the senior has disappeared into the legends of the ancients, the unique skills he left behind have been passed down to a successor..."

"Is what Sister Murong is referring to regarding Junior Nephew Lu's swordsmanship?" Fairy Guanghan asked in surprise, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"You'll have to ask Sect Leader Ouyang about that. Legend has it that when the Eight Swords of Subduing Dragon are refined to their ultimate form, they can be called 'Flowing Time,' which is said to be able to steal a portion of one's life. When the sword is drawn, the sword strikes instantly, and by the time one sees the flowing light, there is no time to blink."

Murong Qing blinked innocently and changed the subject to Ouyang Zheng.

Ouyang Zheng thought to himself, "The Murong family is indeed remarkable. Without saying a word, they have done me a great favor."

With her story, the reputation of the young apprentice's swift sword was undoubtedly vindicated.

From now on, when people mention his swordsmanship, they will no longer refer to the Lu family's inherited "Yuanling Sword Manual," but rather to the "Flowing Time" of the Eight Swords of Subduing Dragon.

The Yuanling Sword Technique has faded from the old tales of the martial arts world.

However, some old guys should have heard of, or even witnessed, its evil nature.

Lu Chengyun's swordsmanship was astonishing. Even after news of his death spread, his reputation during his lifetime was enough to protect the Lu family for more than a decade.

But you can't always protect them.

Just like the East Sea Sect, after probing and testing, once they find there are no more hidden dangers, wouldn't they immediately and ruthlessly seize it?

Now that the news of the lost Yuanling Sword Technique has finally spread, it has been deliberately brought up by someone with ulterior motives, and the matter has not yet been completely resolved.

If things go wrong, it could bring endless trouble to the Lu family.

However, Murong Qing's words largely cleared Lu Wubing of suspicion that he was practicing the Yuanling Sword Technique.

A set of the "Eight Swords of Subduing Dragon" and a single move of "Flowing Time" are enough to explain everything.

What? You're saying a sword technique capable of slaying dragons can't be this fast? Don't you understand what a dragon is?
As expected, the Murong family was able to build such a large business empire, maintain excellent relationships with all parties, and even suppress all sides with just their numerous sons-in-law.

The women in her family cannot be regarded as ordinary women at all.

His methods of dealing with people and situations are incredibly skillful.

She simply told the right story at the right time.

This left Xie Qinglong and Wu Tianzhi speechless, unable to continue their conversation.

The other members of the prominent families also nodded secretly, agreeing with the assessment.

Ouyang Zheng stroked his beard and smiled, "The patriarch's transmission of the Dharma depends on a matter of chance. On that day, I, your humble disciple, passed through the four trials of the Sword Gate and gained the patriarch's favor, thus receiving this sword. It is truly my good fortune, and also the good fortune of Tianxing."

"The founder?"

Zhang Tingru of the Zhang family of Changning's expression shifted slightly. "Mr. Ouyang, do you mean that the Tianxing Sect actually has a senior expert who has lived for a long time? May we pay our respects to this senior expert?"

The others were all deeply moved.

"Our patriarch is detached from worldly affairs and does not wish to be disturbed by them. Let's not discuss this matter further. Instead, let's watch our disciples spar first."

Ouyang Zheng seemingly unintentionally revealed the secret of the "Ancestor's Cave," then changed the subject, bringing the matter back to the disciples' sword competition.

The Three Sects Competition is the main event; as for the affairs of the senior masters, it's best to say less.

This behavior made the representatives of the major powers around him feel itchy and secretly on high alert, but they didn't dare to ask too many questions.

While acting as referee, Qin Huaiying listened intently to the hushed conversation not far behind her. Her eyelids twitched heavily, and she knew something was wrong.

'What is that vixen Murong Qing up to?'
It can't just be about flirting and stirring up those old men's romantic feelings.

It's even less likely that it's because his nephew's reputation has been damaged, and he wants to turn the tables.

The only reason must be Lu Wubing. Could it be that this is an old cow eating young grass?

Thinking of this, Qin Huaiying was shocked and even wanted to finish the competition as soon as possible so that she could grab Murong Qing and question her properly.

She's only sixteen, and you're a whole generation older than her. How can you be so shameless? It's okay to embarrass yourself, but don't embarrass me too.

Having known each other for nearly twenty years, she knew her best friend all too well; there were some things this sly fox was really capable of doing.

It seems I need to give my young disciple a good reminder... make sure he doesn't fall into the trap.

Women outside are dangerous. As a handsome boy, you must always remember to protect yourself.

Qin Huaiying turned her head and said to her young apprentice with a smile:

"Is your injury healed? Are you still going to compete?"

She discovered that Lu Wubing's temperament was also unique in the world. Just a moment ago, he had an arrogant look on his face, as if he were the best in the world. In the blink of an eye, he could actually put aside his pride and do his best to help his opponent heal his injuries.

You injured yourself, and now you're treating yourself.

Will they refuse or accept?

You probably can't quite grasp it right away.

Just like Yu Qingshan now, it's as if he's overturned a bowl of mixed flavors.

Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty...

I can't quite describe how I feel.

A profound sense of loss filled his mind; no matter how he thought about it, he felt that the sword strike was unbreakable.

His marksmanship was as slow as an old ox pulling a broken cart compared to the lightning-fast swordsmanship.

The spear blade had only moved a few inches when the opponent's sword had already stabbed him three or four times.

This huge gap meant that no matter how he tried to justify himself, he couldn't gain any confidence.

'Could it be that I really practiced it wrong?'

'I am clearly more powerful and have a higher cultivation level than him, so why am I so easily defeated?'

"Senior Brother Yu, don't be discouraged. Your marksmanship is only at the 'entry level,' merely proficient. Compared to Senior Sister Xiao Lan, you're still a step behind."

As for me, your swordsmanship, to be honest, has reached the pinnacle, surpassing yours by more than two levels.

Legend has it that each realm is a different world. With your martial arts skills, even if your cultivation is six ranks higher than mine, you might not be able to defeat me.

We don't lie to our own people, whether it's a casual sparring match or a life-or-death struggle. You have to be able to defeat your opponent before you can even talk about victory or defeat.

Otherwise, look at the Sword-Asking Platform, isn't it tough? Back then, those farmers carved out a huge platform with their hoes.

"Is Towering Peak high? If I really wanted to, I could gather some disciples and work on it every day, and we could dig it down."

Lu Wubing then took out a few silver needles and smiled, "Alright, for the next day or two, Senior Brother Yu, please don't exert all your strength. With your physique, you will recover your golden body quickly... This kind of penetrating sword wound heals very quickly and will not affect your foundation."

"Thank you, junior brother."

Yu Qingshan suppressed his frustration, but for some reason, a strange feeling of gratitude rose in his heart.

He clenched his fist and was surprised to find that he could mobilize his strength and internal energy without any hindrance.

Just as Lu Wubing said, as long as the Great Sun Glazed Golden Body is not activated at full power to withstand the powerful attack.

The injured area looks as if it has never been injured at all.

In just a short while, the wounds closed up and scabbed over.

'Incredible!'

If you say that the sword technique was so fast that you couldn't even understand it.

This medical skill is simply divine; it can only be described as a miracle.

The flesh inside the wound seemed to come alive, growing and biting on its own.

Furthermore, the newly grown tender skin can continuously strengthen itself, progressing towards its original strength.

This technique can no longer be simply called a medical skill.

He stared blankly at his shoulder injury for a long while before saying in a hoarse voice, "Today, senior brother has lost convincingly. When your spear skills are perfected, you will come to teach your junior brother sword skills."

Ha ha.

This involves both hitting and pulling.

Still not convinced?

A glint flashed in Lu Wubing's eyes, but he smiled broadly and said, "Junior brother looks forward to senior brother's spear skills reaching their peak soon."

Turning to look at Li Feiying, I saw that this Uncle Li had his eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

So, without further thought, I continued.

"Senior Brother Shen, would you like to come up and exchange a few moves?"

Lu Wubing raised his head and volunteered for battle.

"That is my wish, but I dare not ask you."

Shen Wanjian uttered a literary phrase, leaped onto the stage, and said cheerfully, "Junior Brother's Flowing Light Sword technique is so difficult to even see clearly, let alone compare offense and defense."

I possess three swords, named [Hidden Edge], [Overturning the Sea], and [Heavenless], and I believe I have already glimpsed their essence. If my junior brother can break these three swords, I will concede defeat and relinquish the title of young sect leader.

"Ha ha……"

A chorus of drumming noise erupted from below.

"Brother Wan Jian, if you want to ask for guidance, just ask. Why are you spouting this lousy sword technique?"

"Yes, Brother Shen, isn't this embarrassing? Actually, I don't think it's necessary. If you're not as skilled as others, you have to accept it."

Junior Brother Lu's sword strikes are like a raging thunderbolt. What's the point of trying to break his sword? He was defeated before I even saw his shadow.

"To be honest, Senior Brother Shen's three sword strikes are incredibly magical and exquisite. He has been practicing the Subduing Dragon Sword for seven or eight years. In terms of the essence of the Subduing Dragon Sword Technique alone, Junior Brother Lu may not be able to compare with him." Everyone had obviously understood.

On the surface, Shen Wanjian asked the other party to break his sword moves, but in reality, he wanted to use these three sword moves to compete with Lu Wubing.

The two learned the same sword technique; one studied it for seven or eight years, while the other reportedly only studied it for a month.

It's really hard to say who will win when the sword techniques are limited to one another.

Lu Wubing, however, was unconcerned and laughed, "Senior brother, please make a move. I'm also curious about the difference between my own understanding of the Eight Subduing Dragon Swords and yours."

He wasn't one to turn a deaf ear; he had already heard the news that Senior Sister Xiaolan had secretly inquired about.

Knowing that this Senior Brother Shen Wanjian had been practicing the forbidden techniques of the Tianxing Sect day and night, and risking his life to cultivate the [Subduing Dragon Sword], I realized that he was truly dedicated to his craft.

Having witnessed his fight with Yu Qingshan, I can confirm that his swordsmanship was indeed superior.

However, Yu Qingshan's physique was too much of a cheat.

Unless your martial arts skills far surpass his, you won't be able to break through his defenses.

Therefore, Shen Wanjian's Fulong Sword did not even unleash half of its power.

It's like using a spear to attack a shield, sparks flying everywhere... but very little of it actually works.

"Junior brother, pay attention! This is the first move I've refined, [Hidden Dragon in the Abyss], using celestial stars as a guide and gathering the vital energy from all directions..."

Shen Wanjian held the sword in both hands and sheathed it at his sides.

A fierce wind surged from all directions, an invisible force transforming into a raging torrent that howled in from all sides, forming a massive, pitch-black vortex.

Just as the sword was about to be drawn, his figure seemed to merge into the vortex.

It is faintly visible and cannot be seen clearly.

When he fought Yu Qingshan before, once he drew this sword, no matter how Yu Qingshan thrust his spear, he would always hit empty air.

It's either a left slide or a right unload; either way, it's not a solid stab.

Therefore, Yu Qingshan's attack was completely useless.

Then, Shen Wanjian's attacks were completely useless.

She was so exhausted that she was panting heavily, but she didn't even hurt Yu Qingshan's skin.

The reason is simple: this move looks powerful, but it really consumes a lot of mana.

With his internal energy and physique, he could only hold on for a short while before running out of strength.

"Alright, Senior Brother Shen, take my [Hidden Sword Style] move as well."

Lu Wubing burst into laughter.

At the same time, he sheathed his sword on the left side.

His swordsmanship was different from Shen Wanjian's; it didn't have such a grand display, creating whirlwinds and vortexes.

With a single stroke of the sword, the surrounding area suddenly transformed into a raging blue sea.

Not only did all the air currents change direction, but Shen Wanjian himself couldn't even stand still and involuntarily transformed into a large fish, throwing himself towards Lu Wubing's sword.

"not good."

Shen Wanjian was greatly alarmed.

He discovered that not only did the airflow he gathered change direction and his body turn, but even his thoughts were filled with a longing, like a fish yearning for the sea.

Drifting aimlessly, not knowing where I am.

'This is the Perfect Sword Style, which has already touched upon the spiritual level.'

Not only was his swordsmanship flawless, but his mind was also perfectly aligned, leaving no opening. Faced with such a sword style, I couldn't even find where he was.

Shen Wanjian finally understood why Yu Qingshan looked so grim.

He even had a bit of admiration for that "iron lump"...

The fact that they weren't driven to despair by the [Flowing Light Sword Style] already shows their remarkable mental fortitude.

At this moment, he had no desire to win at all, and only wanted to use his best moves.

Let's see if it works.

"Overturning the Sea!"

Surrounded by darkness and abyss-like surroundings, Shen Wanjian focused his mind and wielded his sword, unleashing a devastating strike.

boom……

As the broadsword slashed...

On the dueling platform, a buzzing vibration arose, and the sword light transformed into a dragon ascending into the sky.

Shen Wanjian spun around, his sword technique rotating as well, its sharpness carrying the force of a tidal wave, crashing and striking diagonally upwards.

He had practiced this sword strike alone before...

A tree as thick as two people could hug was struck down by a single sword, bending and shattering at the point of impact, demonstrating immense power.

Even with Yu Qingshan's resilient body, the previous sword attack caused him to repeatedly lose force, and he was almost knocked off the stage.

A single sword strike sent the opponent flying ten feet.

This was also the only highlight of Shen Wanjian's sword duel with Yu Qingshan.

Unfortunately, the beating only made Yu Qingshan feel suffocated, without causing any broken skin or bleeding, let alone broken bones or tendons.

"What you've done can at best be called 'overturning rivers,' how can it be called 'overturning seas'?"

Lu Wubing chuckled lightly.

[Hidden Sword Style] In one variation, the waist twists slightly, and the wrist flips and slashes diagonally.

boom……

Shen Wanjian, sword and all, had already flown into the air.

All I could see was his figure getting smaller and smaller, until he became a tiny black shadow...

In that instant, not only was his sword technique broken, but he himself vanished.

Everyone craned their necks, eager to see Shen Wanjian unleash his third sword strike.

As a result, we saw that dark shadow land far away on the treetop, touch the treetop with its feet, and then whistle away to the back mountain.

A voice came from afar: "Senior brother needs to pee, so we'll stop here. We'll come back another day to learn swordsmanship."

Good guy.

I was like, wow.

Did he feel so ashamed that he simply made a hasty escape by peeing?
A burst of laughter came from all sides.

Shen Liancheng covered his face with his hands, forcing a bitter smile.

You brat, at least use all three swords!

He started off with such arrogance, but then he killed someone with a single sword strike, leaving no trace of them.

Is it because "it doesn't count until I finish playing..."?

You're so clever...

Amidst the laughter, Shen Xinzhu's gentle laughter was not drowned out; on the contrary, it became even clearer and more pleasant to hear.

"Brother, your decision to leave when the opportunity arose was truly brilliant. If it were me, I certainly wouldn't have been able to leave so gracefully..."

On the other hand, Junior Brother Lu's sword strike was incredibly powerful and skillfully executed; it was truly divine. I wonder who could withstand it head-on?

Upon hearing this, everyone remembered something and turned to look for him.

Yes, even the former leader of the Four Young Masters of Jiangnan seemed to have been slapped and humiliated by this sword, and retreated in a panic.

Murong Tiangang quietly took a step back and hid behind the crowd.

In my heart, I was screaming with excitement.

It can't withstand even a little bit.

He had also received this sword strike before, and neither [Heaven and Earth Turn] nor [Yin and Yang Grind] could eliminate its immense force.

He had to retreat seven or eight zhang before he could barely regain his footing.

Then, facing the next combo attack, "Flowing Light Style," he used all his skills but barely managed to dodge it.

Looking back now, it's possible that the other party did show mercy.

No wonder my aunt helped me so much.

With this thought in mind, Murong Tiangang felt a surge of shame and anger.

He can't fool himself.

Thinking of that cold glint of sword light, I still feel a chill in my heart.

"Ninth Junior Brother's swordsmanship is so good that only Senior Brother can match him. Senior Brother's sword is unparalleled, his body and sword are perfectly mastered, he uses skill to resist force, anticipates the enemy's moves, and can specifically break the sword."

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the side.

Everyone looked over and saw that the speaker was dressed as a scholar and had a gentle smile.

Could it be Wu Yunchong, the third disciple of the Wangtian Cliff lineage of the Tianxing Sect?

Upon reflection, everyone realized that this was indeed the case.

Although Yue Lingfeng did not actually win when he sparred with Yu Qingshan, the scene was quite entertaining.

The figure appeared and disappeared intermittently, the sword disappearing into nothingness, indistinct.

During the sword fight, he stabbed Yu Qingshan seven or eight times, leaving bloody wounds.

In terms of pure competition, he actually won.

However, Yu Qingshan refused to admit defeat, and since he had only suffered minor injuries, he wanted to continue fighting, leaving everyone helpless.

In the end, it turned into a protracted war.

But no matter what, Yue Lingfeng's swordsmanship is truly excellent.

Sixth Senior Brother Yuan Fei chimed in, "Eldest Senior Brother's cultivation has broken through, his internal energy is now being released externally, and his swordsmanship has also improved recently."

As long as Junior Brother doesn't develop a tortoise shell like Yu Qingshan, the outcome is still uncertain.

Ouyang Lan frowned and said, "Sixth Senior Brother, don't talk nonsense. And Third Senior Brother, you haven't been home for a while, so you don't know that Junior Brother and Senior Brother sparred together. At that time..."

"Junior Sister, you don't even trust me?"

Yue Lingfeng was not very confident to begin with. With his discerning eye, he could see that Lu Wubing's swordsmanship had actually reached perfection.

In other words, with his newly mastered Shadowless Sword Technique, he would face the prospect of being challenged by someone three ranks above him.

But as far as he knew, his junior brother's cultivation level was only at the seventh rank, and he had opened up at most nine meridians, which was already confirmed.

He was a fourth-rank swordsman fighting a seventh-rank swordsman, which was a difference of three ranks. With his mastered swordsmanship against his perfected swordsmanship, he was not without a chance of victory.

Lost in thought, he was suddenly struck by Ouyang Lan's words. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head; for a moment, he couldn't hear anything else.

'Even my junior sister thinks I'm far inferior to him?'

'He's only been practicing for a little over two months.'

Ouyang Lan's eyes showed some worry; she felt that her senior brother had become somewhat confused.

"Senior Brother, this isn't a matter of trust or distrust. Junior Brother's swordsmanship is innate, and his comprehension is extraordinary. We really shouldn't compare ourselves to him."

She looked somewhat helpless.

He thought to himself, "You can't even suppress Yu Qingshan."

Junior Brother casually swung his sword, nearly knocking Yu Qingshan out of his wits. Can't you see? His strength far surpasses his cultivation level.

Ouyang Lan practiced swordsmanship with Lu Wubing every day, and knew better than anyone that while her junior brother's internal energy might be weak, his strength and physique were by no means lacking. To consider him a seventh-grade cultivator was a joke.

Even disregarding swordsmanship, based solely on his qi and blood strength, it wouldn't be out of place to classify him as a fifth-rank or even a fourth-rank individual.

With a single arm carrying over 3,000 pounds of force, you think it's just for fun?
"Junior sister, you don't need to say anything more. Your senior brother has just mastered a few powerful sword techniques. Let me show you."

Yue Lingfeng waved his hand, gritted his teeth secretly, leaped onto the dueling platform, and laughed:

"It's been a while since we last sparred, and your swordsmanship has improved to such a high level. This is truly commendable. If you can get past your senior brother, the position of young sect leader is yours for the taking."

Lu Wubing clasped his hands in a salute: "What are you saying, Senior Brother? The position of Young Master should rightfully belong to you, Senior Brother, no matter what."

As the junior brother, I am young and lack virtue; even if I win, it will be difficult to gain the respect of the others. I only think of assisting our senior brother, so that all the fellow disciples can greatly improve their cultivation and swordsmanship, and so that our Heavenly Star Sect can prosper in this world.”

"Good. With such a magnanimous heart, Young Master Lu, it would be difficult to win over the masses if you didn't become the Young Master."

"Yes, since ancient times, the winner is king and the loser is a bandit. We fellow disciples also want to learn from the young master day and night so that our swordsmanship can improve by leaps and bounds."

"It was agreed before the Three Sects Competition that the winner would become the young sect leader, so that everyone would be convinced. Junior Brother Lu, there is no need to be too modest."

A chorus of cheers erupted from all around.

Yue Lingfeng looked up and was surprised to find that, apart from a few people, it seemed that no one believed in him at all.

Even the junior sister was raising her arms and calling out junior brother Lu's name.

He felt a pang of pain in his heart, lowered his head slightly, and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

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