Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

He's doing this on purpose to provoke people.

Young men are naturally proud, and a little stimulation now will encourage them to improve faster.

He wasn't initially keen on using his own sword; it was too heavy…

But now, something heavier than anything has suppressed all the bad things.

I can now face the pain of the past with equanimity. Holding a sword is no longer just for killing enemies, but has become a reason to carry my entire life.

...

Yanqing took a slow breath, her mind gradually calming down and becoming more composed.

A chilling aura emanated from his body, enveloping the surroundings. Several ice swords gradually solidified and floated around him, their mysterious and sharp power directly threatening Yu Chen.

Yu Chen brandished the whiteboard sword and suddenly turned to look at the audience.

He met Fu Xuan's gaze, who was staring intently at him, and gave him a wicked smile.

Fu Xuan rolled his eyes at him, somewhat speechless.

This idiot...

Yu Chen teased his wife a little, then composed himself and stared intently at Yan Qing.

"Little Yanqing, do you know what the ultimate goal of swordsmanship is?"

"...Please enlighten me, sir."

"Hehe...actually, I don't know either."

Yanqing's eye twitched. She closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, and focused her mind.

When he opened his eyes again, he had regained his fighting spirit.

A chilling aura, like icy rain piercing the skin, instantly enveloped Yu Chen, and he moved.

Yu Chen maintained his smile, and with a slight wave of his sword, he dispelled the chill.

"But I know that if I can find the heart to wield the sword and cultivate it to its fullest potential, then I will be absolutely no less capable."

He was greeted with power that had been accumulated to its fullest extent.

"Ten Thousand Swords, Heavenly Descent!!"

A massive ice sword descended from the sky, its power seemingly capable of crushing everything, crashing down with overwhelming force!

“I did learn something from her…” Yu Chen’s murmur disappeared into the sky full of sword energy.

He suddenly laughed, his voice becoming exceptionally clear as if it had broken free from some illusion.

"However, we still need to practice more!"

An ordinary longsword, without anyone noticing, pointed towards the sky and instantly collided with the enormous ice sword. However, the sword, which should have been instantly destroyed by that power, inexplicably shattered the sky full of sword energy, clearing a patch of clear sky.

The clouds and mist were dispersed by boundless power, and the bright sunlight spread warmth, falling on the man's faint smiling face.

He looked at the slightly out-of-breath boy ahead and asked, "How are you?"

"... "

Yanqing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and bowed deeply while holding his sword.

“Teach me!”

"And also... if I make further progress in the future, please don't refuse to seek your guidance, sir..."

"Well...it depends on my mood~"

Yu Chen shook his head and casually returned the sword to the person who had lent it to him.

The soldier, who had just witnessed the earth-shattering scene, swallowed hard when he saw the sword stuck just 0.001 centimeters from his groin. He was startled.

Immediately afterwards, a loud cheer erupted from the crowd!

This seemingly disparate battle, where the seemingly insignificant force of an ant manages to cut down a giant tree, is truly a thrilling spectacle!

Although only those who truly understand it know the ins and outs.

Yanqing stood there, somewhat lost in thought; she had only just finished putting on an act when she was lectured…

He shook his head and gave a bitter smile. The gap between him and them was still very, very large...

"Okay... he wasn't as relaxed and simple as he seemed on the surface, although he was indeed quite relaxed and simple."

Jingliu's voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Yanqing composed himself and turned to look at his grandmaster.

"Master...cough, Jingliu...sister..."

I don't know what my grandmaster was thinking, insisting that I call her "sister"...

But she's old enough to be the great-great ...

"He's bullying Xiao Qing'er~ Jing Yuan isn't here, so let me stand up for you?"

"It wasn't bullying, I asked for help myself, Sister Jingliu doesn't need to stand up for me..." His voice gradually weakened.

The black satin covering Jingliu's face was removed, and his blood-red eyes stared silently at him.

Yanqing swallowed hard and obediently lowered her head and stepped aside.

Well, it's not that I want him to stand up for me, I just want a reason to fight Mr. Yu Chen...

Yu Chen heard the sound, and his body, which was about to flash back to Fu Xuan's side, paused. He turned around and looked at the woman who was staring at him.

Mr. Sword Saint crossed his arms and looked at Ms. Sword Master, the former Sword Master.

"What, do you really want to avenge your little grand-disciple?"

"No..." She chuckled softly, her voice magnetic yet carrying an icy chill.

A ripple appeared in those blood-red eyes that had never shown any emotion.

"I just wanted to ask you something."

Jing Liu smiled; she had discovered something.

Yu Chen's sword has changed.

Yu Chen's expression gradually calmed down. He stared into the eyes of the stunningly beautiful woman in front of him and sighed softly.

"got it."

The method of asking questions is very simple…

Without any preamble or setup, time seemed to freeze for a moment, and their figures collided instantly.

The blade, frozen with endless killing intent, clashed with the silver sword, which was shrouded in blood but contained only one thought.

The exchange, a conversation reserved only for swordsmen, suddenly rippled outwards in layers of invisible waves…

Everyone in the training ground felt as if the might of heaven had descended, with a terrifying pressure hovering over their heads.

In the center of the arena, a woman with an icy expression and a man with a detached demeanor stared at each other, their swords wielding their swords with unwavering resolve, each seemingly aiming to kill the other.

It seems the same, yet there's something slightly different...

Yanqing stared at the two of them with wide eyes, not daring to blink for a moment, afraid of missing a single scene.

They were simply locked in a stalemate, without any fancy moves or terrifying, world-ending clashes; it was just a simple sword-to-sword confrontation, yet it contained something he seemed to understand yet couldn't quite grasp.

Fu Xuan frowned, his eyes fixed on Yu Chenchen. Although he knew nothing would happen, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

The world seemed to have come to a standstill, and the concept of time gradually faded; it was unclear how much time had passed.

The oppressive pressure, which had been suppressed to the extreme, suddenly eased, and in the blink of an eye, the two people on the field had separated.

"Just for this?"

"Just for this."

"Ah…"

"What are you laughing at? You already understand, don't you?"

Yu Chen looked at her, his voice calm.

Jingliu did not answer, but simply raised his sword, lifted it above his head, and looked up at it.

"If we've seen it clearly over thousands of years, wouldn't it be good to spend another thousands of years to see it even more clearly?"

She still didn't react.

Yu Chen sheathed his sword, shook his head, turned to look at a certain spot, and a gentle expression appeared on his face.

"Besides, it won't take that long, will it?"

It didn't take me that long.

...

Yu Chen didn't linger any longer and leisurely strolled home with Xiao Fu Xuan.

Yanqing sat cross-legged behind her grandmaster, her eyes closed, trying to process the insights she had gained that day.

Jingliu stood motionless for a long time, and no one noticed her leaving.