Immortality begins with the Swordsman.

In the wind and snow.

The young man stood with his sword in hand, proud and serene.

The Sword Sect, however, found itself in a strange and awkward situation.

Knowing their own inferiority, none of the younger disciples dared to step forward and accept the challenge.

Although the elders were highly skilled, they were concerned about their status and reputation, so they hesitated for a moment and none of them stepped forward.

Those who had witnessed Gu Changfeng's strength firsthand outside Chang'an City were now filled with apprehension—if they were to lose to this junior in front of everyone, they would lose all face.

Just as everyone hesitated, Cai Ling Shuang suddenly stepped forward, stood up, and shouted in a sweet voice, "I'll take you on!"

Changfeng frowned and said unhappily, "Why are you getting involved? Get out of here. I don't have time to play with you."

Upon hearing this, Cai Ling Shuang's eyebrows shot up in anger, and she snorted, "Take this!" Before she finished speaking, her long sword had already thrust out, a move from the "Jade Maiden Sword" technique.

This "Jade Maiden Sword" has only nineteen moves, but each move is incredibly varied and exquisite, making it especially suitable for female disciples to use when facing formidable opponents, so as to win through skill.

Gu Changfeng retreated while parrying with his sword.

"Hey, you've improved!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Cai Ling Shuang frowned, her sword swift and powerful, launching several attacks in quick succession, each move sharp and relentless.

Gu Changfeng remained calm, sometimes parrying, sometimes dodging, but never launching a counterattack.

After Cai Ling Shuang finished using the nineteen forms of "Jade Maiden Sword".

Gu Changfeng's figure flashed like a ghost, already close to Cai Ling Shuang's side. He whispered, "Hey, that's enough. I've already let you have nineteen moves, and with so many people watching, I've already given you enough face. Hurry up and admit defeat! Don't delay my important business, or I'll have to get serious."

"I don't need you to give way!"

Cai Ling Shuang looked proud, hesitated for a moment, and almost used the "Deadly Three Immortal Swords".

But remembering his father's words that he should not use this sword technique on his fellow disciples, he changed his stance and thrust out his sword straight at Gu Changfeng's heart.

This sword strike was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder.

A glint flashed in Gu Changfeng's eyes, and he immediately recognized the sword as "Peerless and Unmatched, Ning Style Sword".

He frowned, and the method to break this move in the cave behind the Cliff of Contemplation flashed through his mind.

Immediately, he flipped his left hand, took out his sword sheath, and suddenly aimed it at Cai Ling Shuang's thrusting sword, the two instantly joining in a straight line.

With a crisp "snap," Cai Ling Shuang's sword plunged straight into its scabbard!

Cai Ling Shuang was taken aback, never expecting Gu Chang Feng to use such a strange move, and was stunned for a moment.

Gu Changfeng was focused on his sword sheath, delighted that his move had worked, when he saw a graceful figure crashing into him.

"Ouch!"

The two collided violently, and from a distance, it looked as if Cai Ling Shuang had deliberately thrown herself into his arms, and they both fell to the ground.

"good!"

The crowd immediately cheered, not because they were just enjoying the spectacle, but because Gu Changfeng's move was ingenious and truly brilliant, a brilliant counter-attack!

Only Zixiao Daoist and Cai Qingyan remained silent at the scene.

That day, after discovering the techniques left behind by the ten elders of the Demonic Sect in the cave behind the Cliff of Contemplation, they did not make a fuss, but quietly sealed the cave entrance with rocks.

He had already devised a plan in his mind, intending to "accidentally" reveal this matter after the two sects merged, so as to legitimately bring up the blood feud of the two attacks by the Demonic Sect, arouse everyone's desire for revenge, and pave the way for a future counterattack against the Demonic Sect.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Cai Ling Shuang rubbed her forehead and quickly got off Gu Chang Feng. Just as she was about to lash out, she noticed that blood was streaming from his nose, obviously from when she bumped into his nose.

"Are you alright?" Her tone softened immediately as she asked softly.

"What could possibly happen to me?" Gu Changfeng grinned, but his nose hurt a little. He instinctively wiped it, only to find his hand covered in blood and half of his face smeared with it.

Cai Ling Shuang glanced at him with disdain, then immediately took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

"Quickly wipe it clean, it's disgusting!"

While wiping his nosebleed, Gu Changfeng said fiercely to her, "Get down here right now. If you ruin my plans, you'll be crying later."

Having heard Gu Changfeng mention "important matter" twice in a row, Cai Ling Shuang asked, "What important matter do you have?"

Gu Changfeng said coldly, "Don't ask, you wouldn't understand!"

"You—" Cai Ling Shuang was so angry that her teeth itched, but seeing Gu Chang Feng's serious expression, she still chose to believe him and turned to leave.

Cai Ling Shuang's outburst reminded Gu Chang Feng of all the moves Zhang Cheng Yun and Zhang Cheng Feng used to break the Huashan Sword Technique, which were found in the cave behind the Cliff of Contemplation.

He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and while trying to stop the nosebleed, went over all the moves in his mind. Then he opened his eyes again and said, "I wonder which senior or junior master would be willing to teach me?"

There was a moment of silence.

Suddenly, a sneer rang out: "I, Zhao, am shameless, so I'll go first."

A middle-aged man in his early forties slowly emerged from behind Ye Qingge; he was a steward of the Sword Sect.

Gu Changfeng clasped his hands in a respectful bow and said, "Changfeng greets Uncle Zhao. I hope you will show mercy."

"Draw your sword! Let me see the skills of the Holy Son of the Qi Sect!"

A faint smile played on Zhao's lips, but his eyes revealed a hint of contempt and arrogance.

The next instant, with a flick of his longsword, he unleashed the move "Welcoming Guests from the Pine Tree," a graceful sword strike that concealed a sharp edge and carried a chilling sense of oppression.

Gu Changfeng was overjoyed when he saw it, for there was a way to break this move in the cave behind the Cliff of Contemplation.

He then, following the proper procedure, used a strange, shuffling step to evade Deacon Zhao's sword strike with remarkable skill. At the same time, he swung his longsword, striking Deacon Zhao's thigh with a sharp "crack."

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Before anyone could even see the changes in their moves, the contest between the two had quietly come to an end.

"Am I seeing things? Junior Brother Gu seems to have hit Uncle Zhao."

"Yes! Junior Brother Gu has broken the 'Welcoming Pine Tree' move."

"That's an ingenious solution! How did Junior Brother Gu come up with this method? It's amazing!"

The disciples looked at each other in astonishment, their voices rising and falling in disbelief.

In the arena, Deacon Zhao, who had been so arrogant before, was now covered in cold sweat and still felt lingering fear.

If Gu Changfeng had used the blade of a sword just now, his own thigh would probably have been sliced ​​off.

He sheathed his longsword, cupped his hands, and said to Gu Changfeng, "Junior Nephew Gu, what excellent swordsmanship! That counter was truly brilliant; I, Zhao, am utterly convinced of my defeat!"

"Thank you for your kind offer, Uncle Zhao."

Gu Changfeng bowed respectfully, but as soon as he bent over, his nose started bleeding again. He quickly pulled out a handkerchief to press it down, looking quite embarrassed.

Deacon Zhao nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Gu Changfeng covered his nose and said indistinctly, "Next, who's next?"