Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 141 Seven-Day Transformation, Azure Sky Sword Chant

"Senior brother, please make your move. My sword is very fast."

Ouyang Lan drew her sword and assumed the "Immortal Pointing the Way" stance, her feet neither too far to the left nor too far to the right, her clothes fluttering in the wind, giving the impression of riding the wind.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, what are you thinking about?"

She waited a few breaths and saw Yue Lingfeng standing still, so she asked in confusion.

Yue Lingfeng's eyes were dazed. He had never seen his junior sister like this before. Although she was lively and clever, she often sparred with him.

But back then, my junior sister would either launch sneak attacks or resort to cheating.

Alternatively, he could suppress his cultivation level and even have one hand tied while fighting her, making it more like a game than a test of skills or a sword fight.

But now, the junior sister has already shown the aura of a master. Before she even makes a move, the chilling aura of her sword is already palpable, making her a force to be reckoned with.

However, it's likely to remain just a facade.

Swordsmanship improves more slowly as you progress.

Since he advanced to the proficiency level of swordsmanship at the age of seventeen, he has practiced for five long years before finally managing to grasp the essence of the art and achieve mastery in several sword techniques.

He simply couldn't believe that his junior sister could save him five years of hard work in such a short time.

Perhaps some people, with their amazing vision and profound understanding, can directly mentor others, forcing them to unleash their potential and achieve rapid progress.

Reaching the level of mastery in swordsmanship.

As for the Great Completion Realm swordsmanship, it speaks of perfection, which is the limit of moves honed bit by bit over countless days and nights.

Without a long period of time, he couldn't imagine how his junior sister would break through.

Moreover, her cultivation level is a major weakness.

"Alright, junior sister, pay attention. We need to acknowledge the strength of others, but sometimes we must also be mindful of our own position. Otherwise, we will suffer greatly when facing an enemy."

Yue Lingfeng composed himself and gave his usual lecture. Seeing the hint of impatience in his junior sister's eyes, he stopped talking, instead pointing his sword and heading straight for the central courtyard.

The 【Tian Shu Sword】starts with one sword in the center, followed by a hundred other swords.

Under the influence of Qi, Yue Lingfeng's sword seemed to be able to see through the signs of his junior sister's attack, preemptively sealing off all angles of her sword strike. Although it was a neutral sword move, it had countless follow-up moves to counter it.

Once this sword is unleashed, no matter how Ouyang Lan responds, she will fall into his trap, trapped in his scheme, unable to escape.

"laugh……"

A flash of sword light, cold and sharp, had already struck his own chest before he could react.

Yue Lingfeng clearly saw and guessed what was happening. Before he could even finish the wrist movement to parry, his junior sister had already attacked with her sword light by taking only half a step to the side.

"it is good."

His figure swayed slightly, turning into a phantom in place, retreating three feet. The sword shadows flickered, indistinct and unclear.

He was just about to use his amazing footwork to get to his junior sister's side.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of cold light, and with a whoosh, it was faster than a released arrow, piercing his neck.

"【Flowing Light Sword】?"

"It is indeed the [Flowing Light Sword]. Can Senior Brother break this move?"

Ouyang Lan's voice, slightly joyful, came through the sweet and charming channel.

His voice came from the left and then the right, and his sword was drawn like a drawn bow, crisscrossing and moving silently.

In the blink of an eye, he had unleashed fourteen or fifteen sword strikes.

Yue Lingfeng usually felt relaxed and happy when he heard this sound, but now he found it extremely irritating.

Yue Lingfeng pressed him with more than ten sword strikes. He tried his best, using the Tian Shu Sword and the Wu Ying Sword repeatedly, but he couldn't execute any move perfectly.

He would always feel the sword at his throat halfway through his attack, forcing him to change his move and parry.

Using the same advanced sword technique, he was surprised to find that his sword speed was at least 30% slower than his junior sister's.

'If this continues, we'll inevitably lose if we hold out for too long. What can I do to defeat her?'

Beads of sweat seeped from Yue Lingfeng's vest.

At this point, there was no room for any underestimation.

He didn't even have the slightest thought to wonder how his junior sister could have mastered the Flowing Light Sword technique to such a high level.
Although the move was simple and unchanging, it was an unbreakable and unavoidable attack.

His swordsmanship was unpredictable; with each twist of his wrist and turn of his arm, he would strike with lightning speed. Even if one had the foresight to see the attack, one could not break through it.

They could only retreat.

He swung his sword horizontally, barely blocking half of the blade. His inner force surged, but he hadn't fully exerted his power yet. He suddenly felt the force in his hand lighten, a flash of lightning, and the sword was back in front of him.

He sighed inwardly, stepped back again, and flicked his wrist to wield his sword, creating a cloud of smoke.

【laugh……】

The sword flashed past his collar, piercing a thin gash in the fabric beside his neck.

Yue Lingfeng's arm jerked, and he was surprised to find that although he had managed to block the attack, he had no control over his junior sister's sword path.

If previously they were avoiding their own intercepting swords and attacking with every move they made, then...

Now it's all about aggressive attacks and seizing the initiative.

The sword flashed back and forth in front of his chest, missing him by the slightest margin, forcing Yue Lingfeng to gasp for breath.

All he could see were sword shadows all around him, and he could no longer make out his junior sister's figure.

"We're going to lose."

Yue Lingfeng felt bitter.

All these years of hard work practicing swordsmanship and internal energy, what have I actually learned?

Thinking of his master and mistress's earnest expectations, and the admiring and trusting eyes of his fellow disciples, he felt as if he were in a dream from which he could never escape.

He wildly swung his sword, dodging left and right.

They couldn't even make a single move.

Just as he sensed impending doom and impending collapse, the sword light vanished, and a slender figure retreated several feet away.

"I'm out of energy, I'm not fighting anymore... Junior brother, how many moves did I last just now?"

Ouyang Lan asked excitedly, hands on her hips and panting.

"A total of fifty-two sword strikes were used; this is considered passing."

Lu Wubing knew what Senior Sister Xiaolan was asking.

As mentioned before, as long as she can withstand thirty moves in a sword fight with her senior brother, she will be included in the night's operation.

As a result, the target was exceeded.

"Yay!"

Ouyang Lan bent her left arm and almost jumped up. Never before had she felt so powerful.

How strong is Senior Brother Yue Lingfeng?
Whoever judges him, they would all agree that he is a genius.

At the age of twenty-three, setting aside his fourth-grade cultivation and mastered swordsmanship, the key lies in his combat skills and keen perception. His swordsmanship is agile and unpredictable, allowing him to anticipate his opponent's moves...

It can be said that even opponents at the same level as him would be at a disadvantage in every aspect.

None of the four great young masters of Jiangnan could truly suppress him.

In other words, Senior Brother Yue Lingfeng is capable of fighting opponents of higher levels in the martial arts world.

Even though his cultivation level wasn't particularly strong, in the Jiangnan region, among the younger generation, he was already second to none and no one dared to claim certain victory.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to establish such a great reputation within the Three Gods Peaks and in Mingyang City.

Everyone who mentions it gives it a thumbs up.

They believed that this senior disciple of the Tianxing Sect would surely become a renowned master once his cultivation reached a certain level.

There is even hope that the Tianxing Wangtianya lineage may be revived.

There's only one expert like him.

He made fifty-two moves, defeating him so badly that he couldn't retaliate.

Ha ha……

Ouyang Lan smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into slits. Although she was physically exhausted and her inner strength was almost depleted, she felt infinitely satisfied.

Seeing Yue Lingfeng standing there, looking dejected, she felt a pang of pity and comforted him, "Senior Brother, don't be discouraged. Junior Sister's cultivation is still shallow, and she can only attack so many swords. If she continued, she would surely lose. You won this sword test."

You might as well not offer any comfort at all.

Lu Wubing shook his head and chuckled.

Thinking that he was now the young sect leader, he had to cherish every bit of strength in the sect, especially a sword cultivator as talented as Yue Lingfeng, and he must not let him be discouraged and lose his spirit.

So he said, "Senior Brother's swordsmanship still has great potential for improvement. Don't miss the next sword practice session. We can spar a lot then, and you will definitely improve even further."

"Junior brother, you're very kind."

Yue Lingfeng's eyes darted around for a moment before he came to his senses. His smile turned bitter, and his mouth tasted bitter as well. He said something in a hoarse voice and then turned to leave.

For him, the defeat down the mountain was nothing, but the draw on the mountain almost caused his Dao heart to collapse. He just wanted to get drunk and forget everything.

……

"Is she still the playful and mischievous young lady from the mountain?"

Having just had his injuries treated and being helped into a guest room to rest, Shen Wanjian had already rubbed his eyes three times.

He suspected that he had seen it wrong.

He had sparred with Yue Lingfeng before, and he admitted that he was still a notch below Yue Lingfeng in swordsmanship.

Even Yu Qingshan could only rely on his thick skin and tough flesh to withstand the blows; he couldn't block them at all.

This time, when he went down the mountain to fight the bandits, he was again covering their retreat. He fought desperately and was severely wounded and on the verge of death before returning home.

But Yue Lingfeng handled it with ease.

He was just as fast at killing enemies as he was, and he even shielded seven or eight disciples from attacks without getting hurt himself.

However, this peer whom Shen Wanjian also admired was beaten so badly by the junior sister on the mountain that he questioned his existence.

If that young lady hadn't run out of energy and retreated on her own, Shen Wanjian even thought that Yue Lingfeng would have been defeated on the spot if he had fought a few more times.

He is always like that.

What about yourself?
How much better can it be?

My situation might be even worse if I play.

"Those years in the past were completely wasted. I never expected that Junior Sister Ouyang would be such a genius."

Puff!

A soft laugh came from beside him.

That was my younger sister's voice.

Shen Wanjian, having watched Shen Xinzhu grow up, was very familiar with her expression. He could tell at a glance that she didn't take his words seriously.

Before he could even ask, he felt a slight weight on his arm and a mild pain. It was his fifth junior brother, who was supporting him, pinching him.

He turned his head in confusion and saw his usually composed fifth junior brother winking and whispering in his ear, "Junior Sister Xinzhu has also mastered this Great Perfection Flowing Light Sword Technique, and her internal strength and physique are similar to Junior Sister Ouyang's..."

"Dacheng?"

Shen Wanjian turned his head with difficulty, staring blankly at his younger sister.

Doesn't that mean that Shen Xinzhu, who doesn't like fighting and practices the zither more than swordsmanship, is stronger than me?
"Actually, it's still a little lacking... mainly because Junior Sister Ouyang spends more time with Junior Brother Lu. With Junior Brother Lu often feeding her sparring, she's become more proficient in swordsmanship."

"If I were in his place, the match with Senior Brother Yue wouldn't have been so interesting. At best, it would have been a draw, and I wouldn't have been able to suppress him."

Shen Xinzhu said modestly.

Listen, what are these words?

Fifth Junior Brother, what about you?

Shen Wanjian suddenly realized what was happening and turned to look at the tall, thin young man beside him.

[Jin Yutang] Fifth Brother Quan Shijie grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "I usually practice swordsmanship with three parts offense and seven parts defense. My mastery of this [Flowing Light Sword] is not as good as Junior Sister Xinzhu, let alone Junior Sister Ouyang."

"As for our Third Senior Brother, he's the one who gained the most from this trip up the mountain from our [Jin Yu Tang] lineage. He could hold his own against Junior Sister Ouyang for dozens of moves without being defeated."

"Sanlang, that's right. When he first started learning swordsmanship, he loved to attack. After joining the army, he became even more extreme. He would not make a move unless he was absolutely certain of victory, and he would fight to the death."

Shen Wanjian thought to himself, "Just as I thought. My third junior brother, Teng Sanlang, is more suited to the Flowing Light Style of the Eight Swords of the Subduing Dragon."

The fifth junior brother has a mild and gentle nature, which is actually more suitable for the "Blocking the River" style.

As for her younger sister Shen Xinzhu, she doesn't like practicing swordsmanship; she prefers playing the zither and using needles.

He was extremely skilled in the art of flying needles and the Seven Emotions Melody, but his swordsmanship was just so-so.

"That's not right. In our lineage, only the three of you personally led the other disciples up the mountain, right? And all three of you have mastered swordsmanship?"

Shen Wanjian's heart skipped a beat, and his expression immediately changed drastically.

He thought of a possibility.

"Are all the direct disciples who have reached the seventh rank of cultivation mastering swordsmanship?"

"Yes and no."

Quan Shijie chuckled and said, "We haven't mastered swordsmanship to the highest level, but rather we've mastered a single move called 'Mastery Swordsmanship'."

Yes, that's all I know how to do... It's the [Flowing Light Sword]...

It was the young sect leader who forcibly controlled our bodies with miraculous means, enabling us to use such sword techniques, but in essence, he had never comprehended them.

As for whether all the direct disciples possessed it… yes, not only did they all master this sword technique, but even the ordinary disciples, all of them cultivated the [Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Fist] to the proficient level.” “Seven days, a mere seven days, how is that possible?”

Shen Wanjian was distraught and filled with regret.

Is it really necessary to rush to attack Twin Moon Island?

The matter of the river bandits, whether it comes sooner or later, is not a big deal. If I had also come up the mountain to cultivate for seven days, what would I have done then?

Shen Xinzhu seemed oblivious to her brother's annoyance and said with a smile, "Actually, not many people joined the training. In total, only nine people have mastered the Great Perfection of the Sword Style. There are three from the [Jin Yu Tang] lineage and four from the Wangtian Cliff lineage. As for Uncle Li, there is only one, Yang Tong, whom you know."

As for the other disciples, they all had to be taught to master sword techniques.

According to the young sect leader, their internal energy foundation is not strong enough, and even if they master the Great Sword Style, their internal energy will not be able to support it.

"Without being able to unleash three or five sword strikes, one's internal energy will inevitably be depleted. It's better to simply cultivate and master sword techniques, which can sustain seventy or eighty, or even a hundred, sword strikes, enough to last through a battle."

"Little sister, you're on good terms with Brother Wubing—no, I mean, you're on good terms with the young sect leader. Why don't you ask him for a favor and let me also participate in the seven-day sword training, so I can experience the thrill of rapid improvement in my swordsmanship..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? What do you take Junior Brother Lu for?"
Over the past seven days, all 193 disciples have relied on his acupuncture and blood transfusion techniques.

The mental and physical exertion involved was so great that we couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Not to mention, adjusting and simplifying the [Flowing Light Sword] according to each disciple's physical strength and sword-wielding habits... and teaching it to each person in the most suitable way, the mental consumption is also extremely terrifying.

If our Tianxing Sect weren't in such a dire situation, how could he possibly go to such great lengths to help others cultivate?
This even caused him to neglect his own spiritual practice.

As Shen Xinzhu spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

As an outstanding physician, she had an extremely accurate assessment of the limits of the human body.

They believed that if someone else did this, they would fall seriously ill after only a few days, losing both their energy and spirit, which would be more dangerous than fighting a death battle.

The reason he was able to hold on was because Lu Wubing's medical skills were so strong that they could stimulate his own vitality.

Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible.

Even so, this kind of thing shouldn't be done too often.

“Yes, we can’t keep troubling the young sect leader like this.” Quan Wujie also looked serious.

"It's alright if we train a little slower, but it would be bad if it affected the young sect leader's cultivation."

"What kind of situation is this?" Shen Wanjian asked, his expression blank.

……

If Shen Wanjian was merely a regret...

Yuan Fei was filled with remorse.

“I can’t even beat the disciples of Jingxin Hall. Look, Third Senior Brother, look… Junior Sister Su and Junior Brother Lin, they are twelve and eleven years old respectively, and they are both proficient in sword techniques. Their swordsmanship is better than mine.”

"Oh well, what's done is done. We'll ask Ninth Brother for guidance next time." Third Brother Wu Yunchong stared intently at the two short men whose swords flew like meteors, his heart aching with worry.

On the day of the seven-day training, the young sect leader summoned all the disciples to assemble. He made up an excuse to go down the mountain to suppress bandits.

He also thought that since his swordsmanship was so proficient, he might as well go down the mountain, make some contributions, and get some rewards.

Even those who practice sword fighting every day get tired of it.

As a result, such a great opportunity for progress was missed.

Everyone needs to improve; anyone who doesn't will feel awkward.

"Can this be the same?"

Yuan Fei, on the other hand, was quick-witted.

Although he was defeated by Dong Ning, he was like a walking corpse, and his mind was incoherent for a while.

Once he calmed down, he became interested in observing the disciples and even eavesdropped on their conversations.

Therefore, it becomes clear that this is the young sect leader cultivating his own loyal followers.

Once an opportunity is missed, it will never come again.

In the future, when practicing swordsmanship, I will simply offer some in-person guidance, which will certainly be helpful...

However, he diligently used acupuncture to aid his cultivation every day, and even used the initiation technique to transmit the essence of his swordsmanship to others, forcibly enhancing their abilities.

That's simply impossible now.

Firstly, it's too troublesome; secondly, it's unnecessary.

When the young sect leader issues a summons, those who do not respond, regardless of their reasons, actually mean that they do not value him, the newly appointed new leader.

After all, when the master's wife went down the mountain, she didn't ask any of the disciples to follow her.

As for Jin Yutang, whether or not to participate in the bandit suppression is a personal choice.

Otherwise, more than fifty disciples of Jin Yutang would not have gone up the mountain.

I chose them all myself.

"I can't even beat Junior Sister Su anymore, even with Big Yellow on the team."

Yuan Fei thought sadly.

The yellow dog beside him seemed to sense its owner's frustration and began to whimper.

……

"How did he do that?"

Ouyang Zheng and Qin Huaiying were also dumbfounded as they watched the two sword duels on the mountain.

I felt both happy and puzzled.

Watching Ouyang Lan's fierce attacks, each sword strike pressing forward, Qin Huaiying felt as if she were seeing her own precious daughter for the first time.

Ouyang Zheng looked embarrassed: "I didn't notice either. I've been going down the mountain a lot these past few days. When I came and went, I only saw them practicing their swordsmanship on the Sword Inquiry Platform. I didn't pay much attention... I never expected this."

"You are a worthy master."

Qin Huaiying didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Oh dear, why are Junior Brother Shen and the others in such a hurry? If we just wait seven days, when these disciples come down the mountain, these mere bandits will be swept away in no time."

Looking at the Sword Inquiry Platform and the Sky Gazing Cliff, where swords transformed into flowing light everywhere, even the ten-year-old disciple was moving and dodging, his swords turning into light and shadow, Ouyang Zheng deeply agreed.

Nearly two hundred people, in terms of combat strength alone, have all crossed the threshold of second-rate masters.

There are also nine people who can defeat fourth-rank officials and fight third-rank officials.

Although it was considered an unorthodox approach, only learning one sword technique, its power was astonishing.

With so many "experts" rushing down the mountain, even if the entire Ziyang Sect came to fight, it's not necessarily impossible to put up a fight.

Not to mention those bandits.

He suspected that even if he and his wife didn't intervene, these disciples alone would be enough to handle the situation.

……

"Greetings, Young Master."

"Young Sect Leader, will you continue training after today?"

"Young Master, I feel that my right index finger is not flowing smoothly when I used this sword. Could it be that I have injured my tendons or bones?"

Lu Wubing walked along, stopping from time to time to correct the sword techniques of his junior brothers and sisters.

I took the opportunity to check on their physical condition to prevent them from injuring themselves from practicing swordsmanship too much.

Before we knew it, we had arrived at Mingyue Pavilion.

This is where the guest rooms at Wangtianya are located. In addition to the guest rooms named after various flowers, the [Mingyuexuan] and [Ziyangxuan] are quite special and extremely spacious.

In the past, the three peaks frequently visited each other and were on good terms.

Disciples from Ziyang Peak and Mingyue Peak often come here to exchange sword skills and usually stay here.

Of course, given the current state of affairs, the two courtyards are now largely uninhabited, except for occasional cleaning by servants, and remain vacant.

During this Three Clans Grand Competition, the people from [Ziyang Pavilion] did not linger and descended the mountain after noon.

The Moon Goddess and her disciples settled down there.

Seven days have passed, and they still haven't left.

Others may not know why the Moon Goddess has remained there, but Lu Wubing does.

"Uncle Master, I'm here."

He greeted Xuan Yi and Xuan Rong, the two senior sisters at the door, with smiles. He walked into the inner hall as if he knew the way well, and saw a stunningly beautiful and aloof woman with a moon-white wide sleeve and a jade crown sitting in the hall.

This person looked like he was thirty years old, yet also like he was seventeen or eighteen. The combination of maturity and youthfulness was quite peculiar.

At first glance, it's like seeing the cold moonlight in the dead of night; upon closer inspection, you can vaguely see the blazing flames burning deep within the other person's eyes.

It ignites a burning passion within, yet simultaneously feels like a bucket of cold water has been poured over one's head, leaving no room for idle thoughts.

"Today is the last performance of 'Bixiao Yin'. Although I don't know why Wenxiu insists that I play it for you for seven days, my niece may be young, but she has her own opinions and will not speak without reason. Listen carefully and don't waste her good intentions."

The voice of Ji Changge, the fairy of the moon, was clear and cold, like ice beads falling on a jade plate, each word crisp and melodious.

What's even stranger is that you can't hear any emotion in it.

It was completely different from her piano playing.

"Thank you for your trouble, Uncle-Master."

Lu Wubing didn't say much. He knew that this Uncle Guanghan seemed to be practicing a martial art that made him cold-hearted and unmoved by worldly desires.

At this point, it would be extremely difficult to even get her to say a few words, let alone establish a relationship with her.

What exactly is the purpose of the seven days of music?
All I can say is that Princess Ji Wenxiu has put in a lot of effort.

As the tinkling sound of the piano began.

Lu Wubing felt his mind was calm and free of any thoughts.

Deep within the soul, it's as if a small hand is gently pressing and smoothing out the chaotic and violent spirit.

The primordial spirit sword heart, hidden deep within, became docile and controllable at this moment.

Amidst the ethereal zither music that seemed to come from beyond the heavens, a gentle, subtle spiritual power emanated from the continent, strengthening Wu Bing's spirit.

"As expected of Bixiaoyin."

Hearing the last note, it disappeared into the lobby.

Visible to the naked eye, wisps of sound waves swirled and circled around him three times before finally disappearing.

Lu Wubing looked lost and couldn't help but sigh, "This music should only exist in heaven; how often can it be heard in the mortal world?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Ji Changge's lips seemed to curve into a beautiful arc, but when Lu Wubing looked closely, he found that she wasn't smiling at all. She still had a blank face, like an ice cube.

I thought to myself that this person was the opposite of Sister Murong.

Murong Qing appeared charming on the outside, but her heart was icy cold.

The Moon Goddess appears cold as ice on the outside, but her heart is as fiery as fire on the inside.

"Is the Phoenix Blood about to become uncontrollable?"

Lu Wubing had a feeling that his Uncle Guanghan was fulfilling a promise and then had to rush off to do something important, and he wasn't even sure he would come back alive.

He hadn't said much these past few days, but in reality, his anxious emotions were sometimes hidden deep within the music, only to leak out slightly and be noticed by Lu Wubing.

"You even told me about the Phoenix Blood? Sigh..."

The Moon Goddess sighed, but there was no trace of sorrow in her voice. She simply said slowly, "Wenxiu is a very pitiful child. She has never had any friends since she was little, and her relatives are all scheming against her. When you see her again, be kind to her..."

After thinking for a moment, Ji Changge added, "The Azure Cloud Chant is a secret technique of the Ji family's Mingfeng Pavilion that is not passed down to others. Practicing it for a long time can enhance one's soul consciousness and control evil thoughts and demonic hearts. You can practice it on your own, but do not pass it on to others, so as not to cause some trouble."

"Study?"

"Stop pretending. Xiuer wrote to me a long time ago and told me. She said that you have extraordinary talent and comprehension. As long as you see or hear any martial arts, you can understand it immediately. You can master it in one day and become proficient in two days, just like others who have practiced for many years."

"Uh, not that fast."

Lu Wubing looked embarrassed.

He secretly learned it and incorporated the "Azure Sky Chant" into his swordplay, which allowed him to suppress and refine his spirit, and even injure his enemies with sound waves.

However, he never showed off his musical skills, pretending not to know them, wanting to listen to the music for a few more days.

The other person's skill is extraordinary; they played it themselves, and the effect was extremely powerful.

Unexpectedly, although Uncle Guanghan seemed indifferent to everything, he saw through it all at a glance.

None of them are easy.

"Alright, it's your skill to learn it. Whether the Ji family's secret techniques are passed down or not is actually none of my business. I hope we'll meet again someday."

"My martial uncle is leaving."

"Seven days at Tianxing Peak is the limit. Li Yang Jinxiu Workshop sent a letter saying they've encountered trouble recently and must return to the mountain. If they can't stop the Demonic Sect's attack... well, that's enough."

Upon seeing that the Moon Goddess had lost interest in conversation, Lu Wubing rose to take his leave.

Upon exiting the main hall, several senior sisters of the Bright Moon Sect were packing their belongings.

He understood that the reason the Moon Fairy stayed at the Heavenly Star Sect for seven days was partly because she was entrusted to play the zither for him.

Another reason is probably to be stationed at Tianxing to guard against the Demonic Sect's sneak attacks and ambushes.

It was precisely because she stayed on the mountain that her master and mistress were able to go down the mountain to raid without worrying about their home being stolen.

……

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)