A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

Having witnessed Linghu Chong's utter defeat, Feng Buping had never heard of the Huashan Sword Demon's name, let alone know that it was a title he had earned by defeating Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. At this moment, he was filled with pride, high spirits, and boundless energy.

"Boy, who are you? Yue Buqun, you're the sect leader, but you don't dare to come out yourself, so you send your disciples to their deaths? Fine, I'll grant your wish!"

Lu Ming didn't even draw his sword. He held the sword in his left hand and put his right hand behind his back. "Lu Ming, a disciple of the Huashan Sect, requests instruction from my martial uncle."

Hmph! Feng Buping was annoyed by the other party's pretentious attitude, not even drawing his sword? Then he'd make sure the other party could never draw it!

His opening move was the "Xiao Shi Riding the Dragon" technique from the Huashan Swordplay, the sword strike swift and ruthless, aimed directly at the throat. Its sharpness and speed left no room for evasion.

The guests exclaimed in surprise: What a fast sword!

Snapped!

A crisp slap rang out. Lu Ming gripped his unsheathed sword with his left hand and struck the other man's sword. Feng Buping immediately felt his energy blocked. In that instant, he received a slap on his right cheek!

"On the day of my wedding, my uncle-master acted recklessly and disrespectfully towards me, so I have no choice but to retaliate in kind."

He kicked the stunned Feng Buping away again: "You can't even beat a disciple, yet you have the nerve to challenge my master? Who gave you the courage? Zuo Lengchan?!"

Damn it!

The members of the Songshan Sect were furious. How dare they address their sect leader by his given name! Such rudeness was simply arrogant!

Zuo Lengchan sneered, "Is this how Sect Leader Yue teaches his disciples? The Huashan Sect has truly declined. The disciples of the Gentleman's Sword Sect don't understand rules and etiquette. It's truly laughable."

Lu Ming retorted without backing down: "Who doesn't know that you, Zuo Lengchan, are a wolf in sheep's clothing, wanting to use the name of the alliance leader to swallow up the four sects, so as to dominate the martial arts world, subdue the Southern Shaolin and Southern Wudang, and eliminate the Sun Moon Sect to become the supreme master of the martial arts world?"

"If you truly possessed the ability to defeat Master Fangzheng and Daoist Chongxu, and subdue both factions, none of your uncles and senior disciples would object. Yet you resorted to underhanded methods to sow discord among the factions, hoping to take advantage of their weakness. This is far too despicable."

After saying this, he even cupped his hands in a serious manner: "Uncle Zuo, back then you were such a spirited person when you repelled Ren Woxing and thwarted the attack of the Sun Moon Sect. Why have you now fallen into scheming against sects that share the same blood? If Uncle Zuo were to challenge the Southern Shaolin or the Southern Wudang, I would certainly applaud for you and tell everyone how unparalleled my skills are as the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance."

Master Fangzheng and Daoist Chongxu both looked rather grim. Subdue them? Although they are not as powerful as the Northern Shaolin and Wudang, they still have their own unique martial arts techniques. Do you really think they are just like roadside animals that you can kick at will?

Zuo Lengchan's expression was also very unpleasant. The other party had criticized him and praised his victory over Ren Woxing in public, leaving him in a dilemma of whether to retaliate or not.

Subjugate Shaolin and Wudang? He wanted to, but dared not say it out loud.

Just as he was about to speak, Lu Ming didn't give him the chance, turning to Feng Buping and bowing, saying, "Uncle-Master, are you aware that Grand Uncle-Master Feng is stationed at Mount Hua and has recognized my master as the head of the Mount Hua Sect?"

"Whether it's the Sword Sect or the Qi Sect, they all ultimately belong to the Huashan Sect. Cultivating internal energy without swordsmanship is unacceptable, and cultivating swordsmanship without internal energy is even more unacceptable. Unity brings mutual benefit, while division brings mutual harm."

"Uncle-Master Feng, bring on any other tricks you have up your sleeve. Today is my wedding day, are you willing to take a gamble?"

Feng Buping was filled with shame and indignation; being slapped in public was an unbearable humiliation. He also understood that if the other party had wanted to kill him, his head would already be on the chopping block. Without thinking, he blurted out, "What are we betting on?"

"Let's bet on whether this disciple can withstand Uncle-Master's Gale Sword Technique. If this disciple loses, he/she will apologize. If this disciple wins, Uncle-Master will go to Grand Uncle-Master Feng to apologize for causing trouble and the crime of splitting the sect."

"Alright, let's bet!"

Feng Buping no longer sought victory, only to vent his anger. He also wanted to test the effectiveness of his painstakingly crafted, self-created Gale Sword Technique. Even in death, he wanted to die with honor.

Zuo Lengchan's face turned ashen. He sensed the strange looks from Shaolin and Wudang, but with the competition imminent, he had no chance to refute them.

Now his ambition to subdue other sects and become the overlord of the martial arts world has been exposed.

If he could defeat Master Fangzheng and Daoist Chongxu, he would have done it long ago. Why would he need to scheme against the four sects?

I really want to swear. He spends all his time playing moral judgment games, and now look what happened, he's been played too.

Having suppressed the commotion of his thirteen bodyguards, Zuo Lengchan quickly recovered and sneered, "Today is the joyous occasion of my nephew Lu's wedding. Let's not start a fight. Heh, interesting."

As a ruthless and ambitious man, he was able to take things in stride. Now that his ambitions had been exposed, he stopped pretending. After testing Yue Buqun's martial arts skills, he would go back to seclusion.

Isn't it just challenging Shaolin and Wudang?

It's just that bald monk Fang Zheng and the weak-kneed Taoist priest; Zuo Lengchan is going to have a good fight with them. Compared to the two of them, senior Feng Qingyang has almost no chance of winning in this lifetime.

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard, shrugged, and said, "Old Hua, I feel that Lu Ming is smarter than before."

Hua Manlou switched to the left, a move that left everyone puzzled: "Yes, but I think you need to think more about how to coax your fiancée."

Sure enough, Lu Xiaofeng looked up and saw Xue Bing's resentful eyes. He immediately looked up at the sky and thought, "What a nice day!"

On the field, Feng Buping gripped his sword again, channeled his energy into his dantian, and thrust the longsword out. Each strike was faster than the last, coming at him like a storm, the sword shadows filling the sky, each one seemingly aimed straight for a vital point, leaving no time to look away.

The clanging of metal echoed continuously, and no matter how Feng Buping attacked, the sword strikes grew increasingly fierce. Lu Ming remained unmoved, only using his scabbard to parry.

Unlike the Xi Yi Sword Technique, the Gale Swift Sword actively stacks sword momentum. With each thrust, subsequent moves are amplified with swift sword energy. The endless, continuous sword shadows leave the opponent flustered while trying to parry, ultimately leading to a fatal stab.

One hundred and eight sword moves were unleashed, with all the previous moves being incorporated into the final strike. The wind howled, and the waves surged like mountains, one after another, until the final, overlapping wave made the approaching guests feel the stinging wind on their faces.

Ding!

Feng Buping maintained his sword-wielding stance, his face filled with disbelief. His most prized sword move had actually been blocked by a junior?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How did you do that?"

Lu Ming sheathed his longsword behind his back, his right hand in front, a gentle breeze ruffling his robes, a faint smile playing on his handsome face. The female guests were captivated, and even the nun Dingyi felt a ripple in her heart, quickly shaking her head to regain her composure, silently chanting "hold the mimic, remove the robe, mouth over mouth over."

"Controlling the sword with your inner energy, letting the sword follow your will—the more you practice, the more you'll understand. Martial Uncle's swordsmanship is exquisite; I hope to learn from you sometime. Today is our wedding day; if Martial Uncle Feng doesn't mind, let's have a celebratory drink together later."

Facing Lu Ming, who was as imposing as a mountain, and despite having previously humiliated him, the other party didn't pursue him to the bitter end. Instead, he invited him to his wedding. It was clear that he was sincere; he raised his hand high and then gently lowered it amidst laughter and conversation.

He threw his longsword to the ground, cupped his hands towards Yue Buqun in the distance, and said, "Senior Brother Yue, you have taken on a fine disciple. I am not as good as you, and I have failed you today."

Yue Buqun was overjoyed; as a gentleman swordsman, he loved this kind of scene. To be able to make the Sword Sect admit defeat and acknowledge the Qi Sect as the best in front of everyone was a wish that had been fulfilled.

He immediately used his movement technique to go over and help him up, even brushing the dust off his clothes: "Junior Brother, if you don't mind, you can stay at Mount Hua from now on. The past grudges are all in the past. The Mount Hua Sect has come back from its decline and is now in a time of great need for reconstruction. What do you think, Junior Brother?"

"Me! Oh, senior brother, I'm so sorry, please let me think about it?"

Feng Buping, an honest man who practiced swordsmanship in the deep mountains all year round, was no match for Lao Yue, the gentleman swordsman. He sold him out with just a few words and then counted the money for himself!