A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

Guangling Road, Jianzhou.

On the snow-covered plain of Huishan Mountain.

Ye Yun stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant scenery.

A beautiful woman in purple robes approached, carrying a sword.

"Qingfeng greets Master."

"They're here."

Ye Yun slowly turned around, then continued:

"I have two kinds of skills: swordsmanship and spearmanship."

"Learn swordsmanship and you'll become a sword immortal; learn spearmanship and you'll become a spear immortal. Of course, there's another path: follow in your father's footsteps."

After hearing this, Xuanyuan Qingfeng pondered for a moment:

"Reading can truly create a paradise on earth."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng became a Confucian sage overnight, something she still didn't fully believe.

She even suspected that this red-robed killing god in front of her had helped his father secretly take control of the entire Xuanyuan family.

"That's certainly possible, it just will take a bit longer."

"Master, I want to learn your swordsmanship. I wonder how many years it will take me to become a master in this world."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng finally mustered the courage to raise his head and look at the man in red robes.

Ye Yun stepped forward and grabbed Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's shoulder with one hand, saying, "Do you know why I took you as my disciple?"

Why?

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"Because I know you. You may appear gentle on the outside, but you are more stubborn and ruthless at heart. Because you are so much like me, you are suitable to be my spokesperson in the martial arts world."

Ye Yun's voice was icy cold, as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Is...is that so?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't help but take a half step back.

"You are not suited to swordsmanship; you will achieve nothing by following the path of swordsmanship. However, you can choose other paths of training."

Ye Yun slowly took a step back and released Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's shoulder.

"Master, what should I study?"

"At your age of twenty, if you want to start from the basics, I'm afraid you'll never become a first-class master in your lifetime."

"I can forcefully open the acupoints in your body and teach you a method to quickly accumulate internal energy by borrowing the power of others."

Ye Yun said calmly.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng revealed a hint of joy, but then suddenly felt something was amiss. This shortcut method must have some advantages and disadvantages: "Master, do you know what the drawbacks of this method are?"

Ye Yun smiled slightly: "You are very smart and calm. Forcibly opening up all the acupoints in your body will require you to endure excruciating pain. Can you bear it?"

The pain of being torn to pieces is something that Xuan Yuan Qingfeng, who has been pampered since childhood, could never imagine.

But the ambition that had been ignited in her heart made her gaze slowly become exceptionally firm: "Master, your disciple is willing to bear anything."

"Very good, as expected of the person I chose."

Ye Yun was very satisfied with Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's answer.

Only someone like him can accomplish things that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve. His gaze swept across the distance: "Come out, Mr. Xuanyuan."

"Jingcheng greets the young master."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng slowly walked over and bowed.

"What is it?"

Ye Yun said calmly.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng pulled a slip of paper from his sleeve: "Please take a look, young master."

Ye Yun frowned as he took the note:

Is it true?

"Young master, this news has just come from Beiliang. The current king of Beiliang is Chen Zhibao. Xu Longxiang was injured by you and has become an idiot. Xu Fengnian's whereabouts are unknown."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng explained from the side.

"Is there any news from the Li Yang royal family?"

Ye Yun exerted a little force, and the note in her hand tore into pieces on the ground.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng shook his head: "As far as I know, the Liyang royal family has achieved its goal. On the surface, they have appeased the Xu family of Beiliang, but in secret they are supporting Chen Zhibao. The Beimang side is already making moves."

"I know there are three things I need to trouble you with, sir."

Ye Yun said in a low voice.

"Young master, please give your orders."

"The first thing to do is to mobilize the power of the Xuanyuan family to search for Xu Fengnian's whereabouts with all our might."

"The second thing is to announce that Xuanyuan Qingfeng is the head of the Xuanyuan family."

"One last thing, sir, could you go to Western Chu and offer advice to help them accumulate enough strength to serve me? I will personally write a letter to Cao Changqing."

Ye Yun's gaze was sharp as a knife as he looked at this peerless genius.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng hesitated for a moment. His Xuanyuan family never pursued official careers, focusing instead on self-cultivation and family harmony. After a brief moment of thought, he finally cupped his hands and said:

"Jingcheng will do his utmost to help him."

"I thank you very much, Mr. Xuanyuan. You can leave with peace of mind. I will make Qingfeng a master in the world within three years. The Xuanyuan family will only become stronger and stronger. As for your beloved, if you are worried, you can take her with you."

Ye Yun knew what Xuan Yuan Jingcheng was worried about.

"Never mind! Her mother...sigh...perhaps she just needs a little more time."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at his daughter, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, his eyes filled with fatherly love.

"Father...I...!"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't get the words out.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled slightly, glanced at Xuanyuan Qingfeng with a loving expression, then bowed to Ye Yun before turning and leaving.

Ye Yun looked at the infatuated man and sighed:

"Such a brilliant talent, yet he was trapped by a woman. How tragic and lamentable."

Love is the most hurtful thing.

"Master, you know the truth."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked curiously.

"Mr. Xuanyuan endured twenty years for your mother and daughter, yet your mother actually loved a woman in her heart, Wu Su, the wife of Xu Xiao, the King of Beiliang. Isn't that ridiculous?"

Ye Yun revealed a mocking expression.

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng couldn't help but take a few steps back. It turned out that "he" had been doing all these years for her and her mother.

This is something she cannot accept.

She had always thought her father was a good-for-nothing.

"Xuanyuan Qingfeng, if you want to protect your family, you need to become stronger, stronger than anyone else."

Ye Yun's icy voice reached Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's ears.

"Yes, Master, I want to become stronger. Please grant my wish."

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's knees buckled, and he knelt directly in front of Ye Yun.

"Xuanyuan Qingfeng, I will help you today. Once you have mastered your skills, you will be at my disposal for the next ten years. Are you willing?"

Ye Yun had his reasons for taking her as his disciple.

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng knew in her heart that all of this was Ye Yun's scheme, but she needed this power.

Perhaps she believed in her father who had endured twenty years of hardship.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng raised his right hand and swore, "Qingfeng hereby swears that he will never betray his master. Once he has achieved mastery in cultivation, he will surely wipe out all evil for his master."

"good!"

Ye Yun finished speaking.

Using his finger as a sword, he shot several streams of internal energy into Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's brow.

In the most violent way, completely open the closed acupoints inside Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body.

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's pretty face became extremely distorted. The pain, which was unbearable for ordinary people, made her tremble all over. Her fingernails, clenched into her fists, had already dug deep into her palms.

"Xuanyuan Qingfeng, hang in there."

Ye Yun could truly empathize with this kind of pain.

He went through it twice.

One instance was during the practice of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin.

The second time was when he was devoured by the power of the immortal sword.

But each time he felt pain, he became a little stronger.

"what!"

With a roar from Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

She succeeded.

Ye Yun secretly channeled some of his internal energy into her, which enabled her to successfully withstand the attack.

"Thank you so much, Master."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng finished speaking.

He then fainted.