I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 12 Young and vigorous, guard against lust

Of the more than two hundred students who applied, the sword club selected the best of the best and finally accepted only forty of them, which is about one in five.

At this moment, the small venue seems to be a stage for all walks of life.

Those who were chosen cheered and celebrated, while those who weren't lamented; it just goes to show that people's joys and sorrows are not the same.

Standing in front of Huang Liwen was a girl with a bun hairstyle wearing black-rimmed glasses. She was Tian Hongling, a senior in Class 2 of the third year of high school. She was cute and had always been the mascot of the sword club.

"I'm sorry, young man, you do not currently meet the recruitment requirements for our swordsmanship club."

"Senior, please, I really want to join the swordsmanship club!"

Huang Liwen begged shamelessly.

Of the four clubs in the fighting center, the swordsmanship club has the most girls and the highest quality.

The other three major gangs were all predominantly male, with members who were either muscular burly men or combat maniacs; he would never consider them under any circumstances.

Of course, in reality, the other three major organizations wouldn't consider him either.

After all, as the mainstays of the fighting center, the four major clubs have always only accepted the elite among the students, not just anyone.

A pretty boy like Huang Liwen wouldn't even pass the medical examination hurdle.

"I'm sorry."

The senior with the bun hairstyle shook her head helplessly. Although Huang Liwen was quite handsome, rules were rules.

At this moment, Ye Qingzhou also noticed Huang Liwen and walked towards him: "Brother Wen, what are you doing here?"

Huang Liwen: "..."

I don't want to talk right now!

He then gritted his teeth and reminded Ye Qingzhou, "Is it possible that I said I wanted to participate in the swordsmanship club's recruitment selection?"

Ye Qingzhou then remembered that Huang Liwen seemed to have mentioned this matter.

"Oh, so you got elected?"

You really know how to bring up the most sensitive topics!

Veins bulged on Huang Liwen's forehead, and he clenched his teeth even harder.

"No!"

Ye Qingzhou was taken aback: "Brother Wen, are you really that bad?"

"What the hell..."

Huang Liwen clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and his teeth were almost grinding to powder.

But since this was the swordsmanship club's territory, he didn't dare to cause trouble here. He could only look at Ye Qingzhou speechlessly: "You, didn't you say you weren't interested in the swordsmanship club?"

"Oh, you mean this?"

Ye Qingzhou shrugged helplessly: "Originally, I really wasn't planning to come, but Teacher Xu personally invited me with such sincerity, I couldn't just ignore that, could I?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Liwen looked up to the sky and burst into tears. For the first time, he deeply felt the vicissitudes of life.

"Pig's head leaf!"

"No, Brother Zhou!"

"Godfather!"

His tone grew increasingly humble, and Huang Liwen looked at Ye Qingzhou with pleading eyes.

He used to despise those who got in through connections, thinking they should all be shot.

Now that he had a chance to pull strings, Huang Liwen could only say two words: "It's fucking awesome!"

Ye Qingzhou was speechless: "You call me a pighead when nothing's wrong, but call me godfather when you need something. Do you have to be so materialistic?"

Huang Liwen clasped his hands together and said, "Please help me out! I'll treat you to lunch this month!"

Huang Liwen went to great lengths to join the sword club.

Ye Qingzhou thought for a moment, and since it was nice to have someone treat him to a meal, he turned to the senior with the bun hairstyle and said, "Let him join the swordsmanship club."

This matter-of-fact tone left Tian Hongling completely bewildered. She really wanted to ask, "Who are you?"

But being a gentle and mild-mannered girl, she found it difficult to speak ill of a stranger, so she could only shake her head professionally: "Sorry, classmate, no."

Why?

"He failed the medical examination."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou turned around and looked Huang Liwen up and down several times. Then, he patted Huang Liwen's shoulder earnestly and said, "Your steps are unsteady, your eyes are lifeless, and you are weak and feeble... Brother Wen, young people should be wary of lust."

"What do you mean?"

"Take it easy."

"Damn it... Don't talk nonsense! This is slander! Slander, you know that?! Besides, what does this have to do with me joining the swordsmanship club?"

Huang Liwen was so anxious that his face turned red. Ye Qingzhou had exposed his secret in front of the senior with the bun hairstyle. Even with his thick skin, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Moreover, he was also very indignant. After all, studying was so hard, what was wrong with rewarding himself every night?

Is it illegal?

Ye Qingzhou shook his head and sighed: "To learn superior swordsmanship, one needs to calm the mind and concentrate fully. You're making yourself mentally scattered every day, how can you practice swordsmanship?"

"..."

Huang Liwen looked miserable: "Then I'll leave?"

Just then, Xu Lan walked over. After learning that Huang Liwen was Ye Qingzhou's deskmate, she personally made an exception for him and instructed Tian Hongling, "Let him join the sword club."

"Well... okay."

Since Xu Lan had spoken, Tian Hongling naturally had no choice but to comply and added Huang Liwen's name to the list of official members.

Xu Lan then clapped her hands, gathered the new and old members of the sword club, and announced the first thing she would do after becoming the team leader: "The Qinglan Sword Fighting Tournament will be held in a month. Please adjust your mindset, prepare seriously, and bring glory to our school on the field."

"yes!"

Xu Lan's words ignited the fighting spirit in everyone in the sword club.

Qinglan originally refers to the youthful vigor and vitality of young people.

The sword fighting tournament is named after this, naturally because most of the participants are young martial arts apprentices who have not yet begun to formally strive for professional status, a group of high school students aged sixteen or seventeen.

Clearly, this level of competition is designed to discover and cultivate exceptionally talented swordsmanship prodigies among middle school students.

Of course, teachers who can discover and cultivate outstanding swordsmanship talents will also reap many benefits, which is one of the reasons why Xu Lan invited Ye Qingzhou to join the swordsmanship club.

After the group disbanded, Xu Lan specifically kept Ye Qingzhou behind and instructed him, "This year, you just need to try your best to get into the top eight. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Ye Qingzhou blinked, looking puzzled: "Why not the champion?"

Xu Lan glanced at Ye Qingzhou with annoyance: "There's only a month left until the competition starts. Although you are very talented, your martial arts foundation is not yet fully developed and your basic skills are insufficient. Your chances of winning against a true master are too low."

Upon hearing that there was a master, Ye Qingzhou, who was already warlike, immediately became excited: "Just how strong can he be?"

Seeing Ye Qingzhou's eager attitude, Xu Lan assumed he was arrogant and naive, so she earnestly explained, "Although the Qinglan Cup isn't a high-level competition, some young geniuses from martial arts families still want to use this platform to make a name for themselves. These people have consumed celestial herbs and spiritual plants since childhood, making them strong, healthy, and full of vitality. Therefore, their strength often far surpasses that of their peers, and a few geniuses are even not much weaker than professional martial artists. They should not be underestimated."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou immediately understood and nodded: "I understand, a bunch of second-generation cultivators who got a head start will also participate in the competition."

Ye Qingzhou wasn't particularly jealous of these second-generation cultivators.

After all, fate is not fair. Some people are born in Rome, some are born as mules and horses, and some are born Rome to belong to them.

But none of that mattered. Ye Qingzhou was single-mindedly devoted to martial arts, and he was confident that he could sweep away any injustices in the world with his sword.

Xu Lan thought Ye Qingzhou already understood the strength of his opponent: "It's good that you understand, but don't be discouraged. You have superhuman swordsmanship talent. Give you a year to prepare, winning the championship is not impossible. In short, focus on gaining experience in this competition, and I will fully support you to be the champion next time."

(End of this chapter)