Star Iron: I, who forged my own armor by hand, ascended to the cycle of reincarnation.

You can handle this for me.

Dust Tribulation: ?

Looking at the silent Chen Jie, Jing Yuan smiled and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Yanqing noticed me when I got up. He had already left. Should I send him a message asking him to bring an extra one?"

"Row"

"Wait a moment, I'll go change my clothes."

Seeing Jing Yuan return to his room, Chen Jie casually sat down on the stone bench outside.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Jing Yuan, having changed his clothes, came out and went straight to sit down opposite Chen Jie.

"You've come at the right time. Yesterday, the Emperor of Bows and Fate pulled us, the seven-day hunting team, into a narrow passage of fate for a meeting that lasted only a few minutes."

"Now, General Tianji Feixiao knows you are on my Luofu Immortal Ship. I had just returned yesterday, and she, who was fighting on the front lines, sent a message to the front hall of my general's mansion."

"Her general idea is that she wants you to return to Yaoqing Immortal Ship and develop your hometown. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jie, who was originally planning to wait for breakfast, was stunned.

"So you mean Feixiao called you with just one phone call?"

Jing Yuan nodded in agreement.

"Why go back? I'm not going back. I can't go back anyway."

Can’t go back?

These three words were quite a blow to Jing Yuanzhen; he had a feeling that Chen Jie was talking nonsense.

"Why?"

"If I go back, I'll have to leave again after a while. What's the point of going back? There's no need."

Chen Jie knew perfectly well what his final fate would be. Returning to the Radiant Azure Immortal Boat? There was no need. Just like Dan Heng, once it was severed, it was severed; there was no need for that.

Jing Yuan didn't understand, and although he was puzzled, he didn't say much about it.

"As for the matter of flying, I am, after all, an outsider. Should I handle it personally?"

Feixiao? Chen Jie was silent for a moment: "Just refuse for me. I'll definitely have to take the train to the next place in a while."

"Don't let her make a wasted trip."

Upon hearing this, Jing Yuan hesitated for a moment before silently nodding: "Alright, once the battle on Yao Qing's side is over, I'll help you refuse."

After he finished speaking, the scene fell silent until a series of footsteps caught their attention.

"General, you still haven't told me why I brought an extra portion. Oh? Dust Tribulation Guest is here too?"

"Thanks a lot"

Just as Yanqing was staring blankly at Chenjie, Chenjie stepped forward to take the breakfast, gave the other portion to Jingyuan, and the two sat down on the stone chairs to eat.

Yanqing only came to her senses after her hands were empty.

"Um, Mr. Dust Tribulation, you promised Yanqing that you would spar with him after the matter of Illusionary Clouds. Do you have time today?"

"Hmm? A friendly spar?"

Chen Jie subconsciously looked up, and when he saw Yan Qing's nervous and expectant eyes, he gently beckoned with his finger.

"Now, at this very moment, you may draw your sword against me at will. Whoever can make me or your general leave your seat wins. How about it?"

To draw my sword at will? To make him or the general leave their seats is my victory.

Yanqing's first reaction was to be stunned, followed by a look of great dissatisfaction on her face.

"Does Your Excellency look down on Yanqing?"

Chen Jie remained silent, eating his steamed bun like an old man while sizing up the other person.

"Did you manage to defeat that Star Core Hunter and the former Vidyadhara Dragon Lord, Moon Drinker? Is it possible that what I'm doing is the optimal way to teach you?"

Jing Yuan remained silent, calmly eating his breakfast while watching the scene with a smile in his eyes, adopting the posture of a bystander observing the spectacle.

Seeing Yanqing's clenched fists and her furious expression, Chen Jie straightened his expression.

"Your swordsmanship is not yet fully mastered, so don't be arrogant. You must know that there are always people more skilled than you and there is always something beyond your understanding. Does the requirement I set for you mean that I look down on you, or that I'm protecting you in some way?"

"If you don't believe me, you're welcome to draw your sword and try. You want to be the Sword Master of Luofu, yet you lack even this much confidence? The former Sword Master of Luofu, Jing Liu, single-handedly captured Bu Liren's Du Lan Zhan Shou, Hu Lei!"

"Compared to her, what are you? You can't even maintain your composure after just a few words. How can you possibly practice swordsmanship like this?"

After hearing Chen Jie's words and seeing his serious expression, Yan Qing was completely bewildered and even began to doubt herself.

Seeing this, Jingyuan felt both helpless and heartbroken. Young children are like this, but how easy is it to cultivate a mature character? Experience, age, and life experiences are the true ways to refine one's character.

Secondly, there's the kind of tribulation or calamity—a blow that, if you survive it, allows you to rise from the ashes like a phoenix in a story; if you don't, you...

That would mean dying on the spot, never being able to lift a sword again.

Seeing Yanqing's struggling appearance, Jing Yuan's heart softened. Just as he was about to stand up and smooth things over, Yanqing stopped trembling, her eyes resolute as she summoned her flying sword.

Seeing this scene, Jingyuan's heart, which had been in his throat, instantly settled back into his stomach, and a smile even appeared in the corner of his eye.

"Luofu swordsman, Yanqing, please enlighten me."

Chen Jie glanced at Yan Qing, who had already drawn his sword, and nodded reluctantly.

"Yao Qing, formerly a swordsman, Chen Jie, please enlighten me."

Sure enough, he was from Yaoqing, and the swordsman the general mentioned who was no less skilled than General Tianji. But why was the word "formerly" added?

Without time to think, several flying swords shot out from behind her, heading straight for Chen Jie. The swords were already upon him, yet Chen Jie remained motionless, which piqued Yan Qing's curiosity.

Ding

The sound was very crisp. Yanqing subconsciously rubbed her eyes, as if wondering if she had seen things wrong.

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"My flying sword is caught between two fingers?"

Dust Tribulation glanced at the flying sword between his fingers. A wisp of white light covered his fingertips, and his fingers trembled slightly.

"Caught in the act? Watch closely."

Ding-a-ling!

"Shattered?!" Yan Qing's eyes widened. He felt like he was still in a dream. The fact that his flying sword could be caught by two fingers had already shocked him, but now it had been shattered.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept through the leaves of the trees in the courtyard, carrying them to Chen Jie's body, and finally gathering in his palm to form a leaf sword.

"In friendly competition, the key is reciprocity; accept it gracefully."

Instantly, alarm bells rang in Yan Qing's mind, her expression becoming extremely serious as if facing a formidable enemy. However, Chen Jie casually swung the Falling Leaf Sword in his hand, unleashing a streak of dark green sword energy.

The powerful, sharp force, though it didn't actually hit Yanqing, gave him the illusion that his skin had been cut.

In haste, he could only hold his longsword in front of him. The sword strike landed instantly, and Yan Qing was sent flying, sword and all. The longsword broke in two and fell to the ground.

Even Yanqing's shirt was torn open by the sword, revealing the fair and tender chest that a young man should have.

Yan Qing touched his chest in surprise. The sword energy dissipated immediately after tearing his clothes; this level of control...

This person is indeed as the general said.

Jing Yuan blinked and whispered, "You used to learn martial arts from Fei Xiao, and that's how Fei Xiao taught you?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jie's face darkened.

"Isn't this how Jingliu taught you?"

"You want to learn how to hit others if you can't even learn how to take a beating?"

Jing Yuan smiled awkwardly and did not answer.

Chapter 132 Sharpening the Sword

Ignoring Jing Yuan beside him, Chen Jie, holding the Falling Leaf Sword, pointed at Yan Qing from a distance.

"What are you still doing lying on the ground? Didn't you want to spar with me? I see you have quite a few flying swords. Two broken ones are nothing to you, right?"

"Bring out another sword, and continue."

Jing Yuan, who was standing nearby, reacted upon hearing this and subconsciously touched the wallet in his pocket.

You know, Yanqing can't take his eyes off a good sword and can't walk away. He spends almost all of his salary on buying swords.

And precisely because of this, Yanqing's salary would run out early. In that case, if he ran out of money and wanted to eat and buy a sword, it was obvious who would pay for it.

Yan Qing slowly stood up. As Chen Jie had said, he naturally possessed more than just one or two swords, and immediately summoned another one.

"I humbly request your guidance, senior!"

This time, Yanqing didn't choose to use his flying sword. His own flying sword could be shattered by someone else's two fingers; using it again would make him look foolish.

Only by getting close can one find an opportunity.

So Yanqing gripped his longsword and ran towards Chenjie, the headwind he created as he ran causing his tattered clothes to flutter irregularly.

Facing Yan Qing's charging attack, Chen Jie's eyes remained somewhat nonchalant until the longsword was almost upon him, at which point he calmly raised his sword to meet the attack.

The finely crafted longsword clashed with the sword formed from fallen leaves. Yanqing thought he could cut through the leaf sword, or at least make a notch, if not cut through the leaves.

But reality shattered Yanqing's illusions. Not only was the Falling Leaf Sword intact, but even the longsword in his hand had cracked!

The war of attrition that had just been decided in his mind vanished like a dream at this moment.

Seeing Yan Qing's distraction, a serious look appeared in Chen Jie's eyes.

"You dare to be distracted during a friendly spar? If I were your enemy, you would be dead!"

The Falling Leaf Sword was quickly withdrawn, and the wrist was twisted so that the blade was aimed at Yan Qing, then it was slammed out.

Caught off guard, Yan Qing was sent flying by the blow, the sword leaving a deep red mark on his chest.

With a thud, Yanqing's face turned red from the rush of blood and the intense pain.

Seeing this, Chen Jie planted his Fallen Leaf Sword on the ground. "Shall we continue? Or should this sparring session end here?"

Continue? Or stop here?