This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Lunar New Year's Eve should be a day for families to reunite.

But today the city streets are deserted.

On the largest riverbank of the Luoying River outside Anyi County, there are still remnants of unmelted snow.

The afternoon sun shone on it, giving it a faint golden glow.

Apart from the area in the middle of the riverbank, the surrounding area was already crowded with martial arts practitioners who had come to watch the battle.

Of course, some locals from Anyi County also came over when they heard there was something interesting to see.

In fact, these local farmers, who never ventured into the martial arts world, didn't even know who Young Master Wei was.

So as time slowly passed, clouds began to climb into the sky, and the earth was once again shrouded in a cold gloom, yet they still had no so-called dueling parties.

The locals were the first to lose interest.

The old boatman in Xinghua Lane was one of them.

I squeezed in there, craning my neck to look for ages, but couldn't see anything but heads.

So he walked back while muttering curses:

"What's wrong with you? Why are you watching a duel? Go cast your nets a couple more times, maybe you'll catch some fish..."

Just then, a person walked towards us.

"Uncle boatman, do you have any fish today? It's New Year's Eve tonight, and I'd like to buy a big carp from you."

The old boatman looked up and saw a young boy.

Brother Qingfeng, who lives in the next lane of Fu'an, and three other children who are always with him.

The old boatman grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said:

"Just wait here, I'll go cast two nets right now, and I guarantee I'll catch you a big carp weighing five or six pounds."

The boy smiled and nodded, saying:

"Okay, I'll come get it from you when I get back. Same as always, please kill it for me. Thank you."

"Alright..."

The old boatman brushed past Qingfeng and his group, not thinking much of it, assuming Qingfeng was just there to join in the fun.

Just as the old boatman was about to leave, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came.

Immediately afterwards, gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd.

"Young Master Wei, it's Young Master Wei from the Overlord Blade Sect."

The old boatman turned his head to look curiously.

In the distance along the Luoying River, four or five riders were galloping towards them.

Leading the way was a boy who looked a little older than Qingfeng.

With sword-like eyebrows and piercing eyes, dressed in a dark brocade robe, he formed a stark contrast with the white horse he rode.

Just one glance from afar, and the old boatman couldn't help but sigh:

"What a beautiful view..."

But he had more important things to do at this moment; he had promised Qingfeng the fish, and he couldn't go back on his word.

On the riverbank, Jiang Wei tightened the reins, and the white horse beneath him reared up and neighed towards the sky.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the warhorse, Jiang Wei suddenly leaped into the air.

Then, with his hands outstretched, he glided down toward the center of the battle, his black brocade robe billowing like a thick cloud. This single move drew cheers from the entire arena.

"As expected of Young Master Wei, his skill in lightness technique alone is astonishing."

"Nonsense, Young Master Wei was injured by an unknown expert in the battle at Fuyang Manor last time, but it is said that he turned misfortune into blessing and his martial arts improved greatly. He is now only one step away from becoming a Grand Martial Master of the Fourth Realm."

"Who exactly is the person challenged by Young Master Wei? Why hasn't he shown up yet?"

"Could it be cowardice?"

"Just wait a little longer."

......

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Wang Jingshu's expression darkened, and she couldn't help but mutter:

"Hmph, what Young Master Wei? He's nothing but a bully who uses his power to oppress others."

She was clearly still upset that Mr. Wei had almost bumped into her that day.

"Senior brother, you must teach him a lesson later."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng smiled slightly, and said with a hint of helplessness:

"If I had known it would be such a big deal, I should have rejected this Young Master Wei..."

Looking at the crowd of onlookers thronging around him, Qingfeng couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

He didn't want to stand out, but in this situation, he had no choice but to.

What was originally just a casual sparring match turned into such a huge spectacle.

It's obvious without even thinking that this was the result of Young Master Wei's deliberate publicity beforehand.

"Senior brother, are you confident?"

Wang Yangming's expression was somewhat solemn.

After all, that Young Master Wei is no ordinary expert; he is a genius who is close to the fourth realm.

Wang Yangming neither cultivated Taoist practices nor truly mastered martial arts, so naturally he was unaware of the depth of his abilities.

Qingfeng didn't speak, but gently patted his shoulder.

By this time, the sky had become completely overcast, and snowflakes began to fall at an inopportune moment.

Jiang Wei looked up at the sky, then at Anyi County in the distance, his eyes showing a hint of impatience.

With his long sword still in its scabbard, Jiang Wei plunged it into the snow, which was frozen solid like stone. He looked at the crowd and shouted:

"Qingfeng...come and fight quickly..."

"A gentle breeze?"

"So the person who challenged Young Master Wei is called Qingfeng?"

"What school or sect do they belong to? Why have I never heard of them before?"

"I don't know..."

The murmurs resumed. Qingfeng glanced at the sky, sighed, and said:

"Ugh, this is such a waste of time, there's still meat stewing in the pot..."

Mingyue smiled and said:

"Finish the game as soon as possible so we can go home for the New Year."

Qingfeng nodded.

Wang Jingshu, who was standing to the side, obediently handed Qingfeng the sword.

Taking the sword, Qingfeng began to push through the crowd and walk towards the riverbank.

"Excuse me...please let me through..."

The crowd was so large that it was impossible to move. As Qingfeng walked in, he kept apologizing with a smile.

"Where did this brat come from? Get out of here..."

There was a hot-tempered, rough-and-tumble man in the martial arts world who, seeing Qingfeng pushing his way in, immediately shouted at him.

Qingfeng wasn't annoyed; he simply smiled and said:

"Excuse me, that person is waiting for me, could you please let me through..."

Before the roughneck could react and was about to curse again, the person beside him understood, instinctively dodged to the side, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Qingfeng...he is Qingfeng..."

The roughneck, whose insults were already on the tip of his tongue, suddenly froze, his face turning red, blue, and then pale – a truly fascinating sight.

After this exclamation, the people in front finally reacted and parted to both sides, leaving a passage in the middle.

Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to the crowd, saying:

"Thank you, sorry to bother you..."

At this moment, the onlookers, those roughnecks from the martial arts world, couldn't help but start to have doubts when they saw Qingfeng like this. How could such a handsome and refined young man, who looked like a scholar, actually fight against Young Master Wei?

Qingfeng ignored the suspicious looks around him and walked straight toward Jiang Wei on the riverbank.

Finally, it stopped about ten feet in front of the other party.

When Young Master Wei saw Qingfeng again, the initial contempt in his eyes was long gone.

Although he was arrogant, he had truly witnessed Qingfeng's abilities.

Actually, today's duel was not his own idea, but rather the idea of ​​his master, Yan Changfeng.

Therefore, Jiang Wei was very agitated at this moment, and he had only one thought: to kill Qingfeng completely.

Qingfeng sensed the killing intent emanating from Young Master Wei, but remained unperturbed. He simply and slowly raised his sword, saying:

"Young Master Wei, before we fight, I want to make this clear: after this battle, regardless of who wins or loses, the past will be completely forgotten. What do you say?"

Young Master Wei snorted coldly and gripped the hilt of his sword.

With a whooshing sound, the long sword was drawn.

"Nonsense, let's fight first..."