Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

While Zen Master and Ji Lingchen were discussing this behind his back...

Having nothing else to do, he wandered over to the venue of the kendo exchange meeting.

Here, dozens of high platforms stand simultaneously on the wide square, each surrounded by crowds.

This was what the Taixu Sword Sect had prepared for this sword exchange event. The entire square was bustling with people, with disciples from various sword sects in the Ancient Xuzhou everywhere.

Xia Jin stopped and casually glanced at the competitions on the various platforms, but couldn't help shaking her head, feeling no interest whatsoever.

Those so-called exchanges were, in his eyes, utterly... childish.

However, while Xia Jin saw these people's competition as nothing more than children playing house, it was a completely different story for Mu Qingxue and the others.

"Did I come to the wrong place? If I had known it would be like this, I would have stayed in the courtyard to drink. But since I'm already here, I might as well see how they behave."

Xia Jin's eyes searched through the crowd and quickly located the group of people from the Glazed Sword Sect.

Mu Qingxue, Li Piaoxu, Liu Ruyan and others were gathered next to a high platform, and the girls all looked a little nervous.

"Senior Brother Xia!"

A clear, crisp sound rang out, and Mu Qingxue, with her sharp eyes, was the first to spot Xia Jin. She immediately waved excitedly and ran towards Xia Jin.

The other disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect also turned around, and their expressions relaxed considerably upon seeing Xia Jin.

Xia Jin walked over, but before she could speak, she was surrounded by a group of girls from the Glazed Sword Sect.

"Senior Brother Xia, you've finally arrived!" Mu Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief, the tension in her body dissipating somewhat.

Li Piaoxu and the other disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect also breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior Brother Xia, without your support, we would have been under considerable pressure today. This sword exchange meeting is attended by experts from various sects. Apart from Senior Sister Zhao, whose strength gives her some advantage, we were truly uncertain!"

Xia Jin looked at the group of Glazed Sword Sect disciples surrounding her and shook her head helplessly.

So, he's here to play the role of a nanny? I'm at least a half-step Great Power now, and he's here to keep a group of girls in check... This scene just doesn't feel right.

However, seeing the expectant looks in Mu Qingxue and the others' eyes, Xia Jin couldn't refuse, so she nodded and said, "Alright, you can compete without worry. If anything happens, I'll take care of it."

These words were spoken lightly, but to Mu Qingxue and the others, they were like a shot of adrenaline, and the group immediately beamed with joy.

However, although Xia Jin himself was unaware of it, the scene of him being surrounded by a group of beautiful women was seen as a completely different thing by others.

Disciples from many sword-fighting factions in the square noticed the commotion.

The female disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect are all outstanding in appearance and have different temperaments, making them the focus of attention wherever they go.

At this moment, they were all surrounding a man like stars around the moon, and the man looked unwilling. The scene was both enviable and jealous.

Especially among the male sword cultivators, some looked at Xia Jin with envy, some with jealousy, and some even with undisguised hostility.

In the crowd, a somewhat effeminate-looking man was coldly watching this scene.

"Who the hell is this bastard?! Why does he get such treatment?" His gaze was fixed on the hand that Li Piaoxu was using to grab Xia Jin's sleeve, and his face immediately darkened.

Li Piaoxu had been the object of his secret admiration for ten years, but despite several attempts to get closer, he had never received a kind word from her. Now that he finally learned that she would be attending this kendo exchange meeting, he had made special preparations.

Seeing her so enthusiastic towards a man who had appeared out of nowhere made him feel as if a bucket of boiling oil had been poured over his heart.

Just as he was about to step out and teach Xia Jin a lesson, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder from behind.

The effeminate man abruptly withdrew his gaze and turned to look behind him. He saw a slightly chubby young man with a playful expression on his face smiling at him.

"Zhao Manting!" His voice carried a hint of displeasure. "What are you doing?"

The young man called Zhao Manting withdrew his hand, his face still bearing that harmless smile, but a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes: "Hey, hey, hey!! I said, Situ Nan, don't be ungrateful. I'm saving you, you know. Perhaps... you don't know anything about that person?"

As she spoke, Zhao Manting gestured towards Xia Jin with her lip.

Situ Nan frowned. "Explain yourself clearly. What exactly do you mean by that? What kind of background does that guy have?"

Zhao Manting shook his head and sighed helplessly: "It seems you really don't know. It is said that yesterday, Yang Qing'er, the senior sister of the Hehuan Sword Sect, offended him and was beaten into a pig's head on the spot, unable to even fight back."

As he spoke, he looked Situ Nan up and down, his eyes filled with a hint of schadenfreude: "How much better do you think you are than Yang Qing'er? If you anger him, be careful he doesn't... cut you off. Don't blame me for not warning you then."

Zhao Manting deliberately glanced down, his gaze sweeping over Situ Nan's crotch.

His action sent a chill down Situ Nan's spine, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Yang Qing'er... she's one of the best among the younger generation of the Hehuan Sword Sect, her swordsmanship is no less than his. Even she was defeated in one move, without any chance to fight back?

Situ Nan wanted to say something strong to save face, but the words stuck in his throat. In the end, he could only snort coldly, turn his head away, and refuse to look at Xia Jin anymore.

Upon seeing this, a hint of disdain flashed in Zhao Manting's eyes.

This guy wouldn't bother with this mess if it weren't for the fact that his parents were on good terms with his father.

However, just because Situ Nan now knows about Xia Jin doesn't mean everyone here does.

There were at least several hundred disciples from various sword-fighting factions in the entire square, and Zhao Manting and Situ Nan were just two of them.

Just then, an extremely domineering voice suddenly rang out, clearly directed at Xia Jin.

"Pretty boy!! Why don't you come up on stage and have a go at me!"