The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: From the Moment He Picked Up Qu Feiyan

On the platform, Shen An smiled slightly at everyone, flicked his wrist, and the Light Sound Sword gracefully drew an arc in his hand, emitting a soft "hum".

"Just now, I only demonstrated the sword's toughness and sharpness to you all. But since this sword is named 'Light Sound,' its true essence lies in the word 'light' and the word 'sound.'"

His gaze swept across the entire room, and he announced loudly, "Next, I will demonstrate for you all, so that you may personally experience its lightness and grace!"

After saying that, he was about to gather his energy and wield his sword to personally demonstrate a set of sword techniques.

Upon hearing this, everyone's spirits lifted once again!

At this point, everyone's interest in the sword-wielding pact had diminished considerably.

There's no other reason than that a personal weapon, a sword, is essential to everyone's life and livelihood.

Just like seeing luxury cars on sale in modern times, with a Maybach for only 99,000, no one would care if there was a fight on the roadside.

The incredible "Iron-Shattering Technique" they had just witnessed had already broadened their horizons. Now that this young master Shen was going to personally wield the sword, what kind of brilliance would he display? Everyone stared wide-eyed, afraid of missing a single detail.

However, just as Shen An was about to gain momentum, a calm and powerful voice resounded throughout the entire venue.

"Junior Nephew Shen, wait!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Liu Zhengfeng, the Third Master, slowly stand up from the main seat.

All eyes instantly shifted from Shen An to the top expert in Hengyang. What was he going to do? Was he unhappy that the Songshan Sect was making a scene on his turf and wanted to challenge and sabotage them?

Shen An's heart skipped a beat. He stopped what he was doing, looked at Liu Zhengfeng, and asked a question in his eyes.

With a kind smile on his face, Liu Zhengfeng slowly walked to the front of the stage.

He first nodded approvingly to Shen An, then turned to the thousands of audience members below the stage and said loudly, "Junior Nephew Shen's 'shattering iron with sound' technique was truly a masterpiece, opening my eyes to a whole new world. I admire it, I admire it!"

His voice was loud and clear, and his attitude was sincere. Then he changed the subject and said with a smile, "However, when it comes to this light and swift swordsmanship, my Hengshan Sect is one of the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sects, and I am confident that I have some experience in it."

These words were extremely clever, both praising Shen An and elevating the status of the Hengshan Sect, leaving everyone convinced and convinced.

Shen An's pupils contracted slightly; he instantly understood Liu Zhengfeng's intention.

This isn't about undermining someone; it's about "carrying the sedan chair"! And it's about using his reputation and the entire Hengshan School's prestige to enhance the glory of his own sedan chair!

If he were to demonstrate it himself, he could certainly showcase the exquisite skill of the Light Sound Sword, but ultimately it would be him "selling his own wares." However, if the Hengshan Sect were to demonstrate it, the nature of the skill would be entirely different!

This is the most authoritative third-party certification!

In the Hubei and Hunan regions, no one's voice is louder than that of the Hengshan School.

The Hengshan School is extremely authoritative here.

Shen An didn't speak, but nodded almost imperceptibly in Liu Zhengfeng's direction, his eyes revealing a deep sense of gratitude.

Liu Zhengfeng's voice continued to echo across the river: "I am not very talented, but I have a disciple who is quite knowledgeable about the Hengshan swordsmanship. Why don't we have him test this sword on my behalf to verify its true quality, so that all the heroes of the world can see it clearly? What do you all think?"

"Good!" Someone shouted first, and then cheers and echoes resounded like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami, echoing through the sky!

Liu Zhengfeng nodded in satisfaction, then turned and called out, "Weiyi, come here."

A young disciple in his twenties or thirties, with a handsome face and sharp eyes, immediately stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Master, what are your orders?"

"Go on," Liu Zhengfeng pointed to the sword in Shen An's hand, his eyes filled with encouragement, "show everyone your skills and let them see whether this sword lives up to its name or is just all show and no substance."

"Yes, Master!" The disciple named Mi Weiyi perked up. He took it as his master giving him a chance to show off his swordsmanship in front of all the heroes of the world, and his heart was filled with excitement and a desire to perform.

He strode up to Shen An and bowed respectfully: "Junior Brother Shen."

"Senior Brother Mi, thank you for your trouble." Shen An smiled and handed over the sword.

The moment Mi Weiyi got his hands on the sword, his expression changed slightly.

So light!

The sword was lighter than he had imagined; holding it in his hand, he could barely feel its weight, as if it were a natural extension of his arm.

Having practiced swordsmanship for many years, his sense of touch was incredibly sharp. He immediately judged that with this sword, his sword-drawing speed could be increased by at least 10%! Moreover, the feel of the hilt and the balance of the blade were quite good.

"What a fine sword!" Those two words flashed through his mind instantly.

Mi Weiyi took a deep breath, cleared his mind, and stood still in the center of the platform. He did not immediately draw his sword, but slowly closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and familiarized himself with the feel of the sword.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, gleaming with a sharp light!

"Clang—"

The longsword was drawn, accompanied by a clear, melodious sound. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword drew a perfect arc in the air, his starting stance incredibly elegant.

Immediately afterwards, he moved.

Hengshan swordsmanship is known for its unpredictable and swift movements.

Now, wielded by Mi Weiyi, it possessed an even greater charm. His figure was elusive, like a wisp of green smoke moving across the stage, while the Light Sound Sword in his hand transformed into a silver streak chasing after the smoke, so fast that it dazzled the eye.

But the most amazing thing is the sound.

With each swing, thrust, parry, and tremor of the longsword, a series of clear and melodious sword sounds rang out in the air!

The sound was sometimes like a mountain stream, clear and melodious; sometimes like the tinkling of jade pendants, crisp and pleasant; and sometimes like jade beads falling onto a plate, continuous and endless.

The sound blends perfectly with the rhythm and cadence of the sword moves, as if it were not the sword making the sound, but the sword technique itself, accompanied by such a moving background music!

"Buzzing—"

Mi Weiyi's move, "Wild Geese Startled by the Cold," involved a rapid trembling of his longsword, the sounds of which blended together like the mournful cries of wild geese in the autumn sky, carrying a desolate and chilling atmosphere that made the audience on both sides of the strait feel a strange sense of unease.

The more he used it, the more alarmed he became, and the more exhilarated he felt!

This sword seems to have been tailor-made for him and for the Hengshan sword technique!

Sword light cascaded like a waterfall, silver snakes danced wildly; human figures were like illusions, fleeting and uncertain.

The sword's cry was like a song, resounding through the clouds and waters; each sound entered the ear and stirred the soul.

Thousands of spectators on both sides of the strait were completely captivated and mesmerized. They forgot the original purpose of their trip, forgot Tian Boguang, and forgot the bloody duel they had agreed to.

At this moment, all they could see was that graceful, agile figure, and all they could hear was the heavenly sound of swordsmanship that cleansed their souls.

No one knows who started it, but music began to play from the covered boats on the river.

Then, the sounds of the zither and flute filled the air.

The fact that this group of people from Hengshan brought musical instruments to watch the fun can only be described as part of their corporate culture.

As the sword dance came to an end, Mi Weiyi sheathed his sword and stood there, his chest heaving violently, his face flushed with exhilaration and unbelievable excitement.

"Master, what a fine sword!"

Liu Zhengfeng laughed heartily, then turned to the smiling Shen An and said loudly, "Nephew Shen, tell me honestly, was this sword specially forged according to the swordsmanship style of my Hengshan Sect?"

"Uncle-Master is right. We're just about to make a killing off your Hengshan Sect." Shen An nodded.

A half-joking remark drew another burst of laughter from everyone, bringing the atmosphere to a fever pitch.

Just as the atmosphere reached its peak and countless people were shouting and asking how much the Light Sound Sword was for sale, an unusual aura suddenly spread through the air without warning.

The once bustling riverbank fell eerily quiet as it drew nearer. It was as if an invisible wave of sound had pushed all the noise into the distance.