I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 9 Oh no, I've become Nie Feng!

Linjiang No.1 Middle School, 4:40 pm.

Ring ring~

As soon as the bell rang, the once quiet campus instantly erupted in excitement, with students rushing out of the school gates like wild dogs released from their cages, filled with the joy of being released from prison.

Young souls rejoice; the yearning for freedom cannot be confined or killed!

Ye Qingzhou was also packing her schoolbag, preparing to go home.

Huang Liwen then chimed in, "Hey Pighead Ye, the school's swordsmanship club is recruiting new members today, let's go sign up together!"

"I'm not going."

Why?

"I'm not interested in children's playhouse."

"Damn, that's so arrogant. If the seniors in the sword club heard you, you'd probably be chopped into ten or eight pieces and then dried into cured meat."

Huang Liwen clicked his tongue twice, then lowered his voice, twitched his thick, dark eyebrows, and with a sly expression, told Ye Qingzhou a piece of gossip he had heard from the "know-it-all" Nong Pengming: "I heard that Xu Yuebing, the school beauty of our No. 1 High School, will also join the sword club. Aren't you even a little bit tempted?"

"I'm not interested."

"Holy crap, she's the white moonlight of every boy in our high school! Haven't you ever heard of the Ice Fairy?"

"Never heard of that. Anyway, all women are the same; they'll only slow me down when I draw my sword."

Ye Qingzhou was devoted to martial arts and had no interest in matters of love and romance, whether in his previous life or this one.

In his eyes, women = trouble, and love = self-inflicted trouble.

Life is too short, so why waste time on meaningless things?

Seeing that Ye Qingzhou really didn't intend to sign up, Huang Liwen sighed, "It seems that Yun Shanshan's matter has really hit you hard, but you don't need to turn to the dark side because of this, do you? If one tree doesn't work, you can't give up on the whole forest because of it. That kind of thinking is too extreme. There are still good women in the world."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou rolled her eyes at Huang Liwen: "You're busy planting trees all day long, but I haven't seen your love blossom and bear fruit."

"Damn it! Why bring up something you shouldn't say!"

Enraged, Huang Liwen raised his middle finger at Ye Qingzhou.

Ye Qingzhou shrugged and then began his journey home.

His home wasn't far from the school, only a fifteen-minute walk away. Come to think of it, the original owner of this body was quite a pitiful person.

Ye Xiangyang, the father, is a professional second-degree black belt martial artist. He and his mother, Cheng Yurong, were childhood sweethearts. They had been in love for many years since high school and got married after graduating from university. They were considered a perfect couple by many.

Not long after their marriage, Ye Qingzhou was born.

But this blissful life came to an abrupt end after Ye Xiangyang's exploration of a secret realm.

Unsurprisingly, Ye Xiangyang had an accident when Ye Qingzhou was three years old.

He suffered severe injuries while exploring the Xuanming Cave Heaven, which also damaged his Qi Sea. Although he barely managed to retain his cultivation level of the second stage of martial arts, his path in martial arts was cut off, and he had no hope of advancing in his lifetime.

What happened next was quite dramatic. Ye Xiangyang became self-destructive, indulging in alcoholism and debauchery every day. As a result, Cheng Yurong changed her mind and divorced him, marrying a promising second-generation cultivator. The couple then went their separate ways.

Later, Ye Xiangyang heard that someone in Kunlun Cave Heaven had discovered the Golden Leaf Purple Lotus, a holy medicine for healing that could repair the Qi Sea, but then disappeared without a trace. Five years have passed, and there has been no news of them since.

Fortunately, professional martial artists all receive government subsidies, and Ye Xiangyang's savings from before are still there, so Ye Qingzhou is doing quite well living alone now, at least he has no worries about food and clothing.

As Ye Qingzhou sorted through the fragmented memories of the original owner of the body, he couldn't help but sigh, "Father is missing, mother remarried into a wealthy family, is this Nie Feng's script? No wonder he became Yun Shanshan's lapdog, it turns out he lacked love since childhood."

It must be said that Yun Shanshan does bear a resemblance to Cheng Yurong in terms of appearance and temperament, but Cheng Yurong is much prettier than Yun Shanshan.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to have been married twice and had a child before, and still be able to marry a second-generation cultivator from a martial arts family.

Ye Qingzhou was an orphan in her previous life and didn't really crave family affection. After all, no one could love her and she wouldn't die, so she was quite carefree living on her own.

With this carefree feeling, Ye Qingzhou had just stepped out of the school gate when he was stopped by someone.

"You're Ye Qingzhou?"

The newcomer had a deep and composed aura, sharp eyes, and a not-so-tall stature that gave off a powerful feeling.

Ye Qingzhou looked up and found that the other person's appearance was quite similar to He Weifang's, but their temperament was completely different.

"I am He Wenjie."

"Oh, and then?"

"Hehe, you're quite impressive to remain so calm after hearing my name."

"What, you're quite famous?"

Ye Qingzhou tilted his head and, after searching through the original owner's memories, found that he indeed had no impression of He Wenjie.

That's understandable, since the original owner was Yun Shanshan's simp and basically only cared about things related to Yun Shanshan at school. He had never even heard of the school beauty Xu Yuebing, so how could he possibly know who He Wenjie was?

"He Weifang is my younger brother."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou suddenly realized: "Oh, I see. You beat up the younger one, so the older one came. What, you want to get revenge for your brother?"

He Wenjie showed no anger on his face. His gaze was calm, but his words were firm and powerful: "Although he is not good enough and likes to cause trouble everywhere, even I can't help but want to teach him a lesson. But after all, he is my own brother. I can't ignore him being bullied by outsiders."

After saying that, He Wenjie mobilized his qi and blood, exerted his strength, and assumed a peculiar stance towards Ye Qingzhou.

In an instant, Ye Qingzhou felt a scorching heat wash over him, and he immediately understood: 'Invasion is like fire; it seems this is the second of the six strategies in military maneuvering—the Fire Strategy.'

As one of the top three students in the senior class at No. 1 High School, He Wenjie's martial arts skills are beyond doubt. Although he is still not as strong as a professional martial artist, he is still enough to look down on most of his peers.

Facing He Wenjie, who was already in a fighting stance, Ye Qingzhou cracked his neck, his joints popping, and finished warming up in a few breaths: "Are you sure you want to fight me?"

"What, are you scared?"

He Wenjie appeared as cold as ice, but his inner energy was already burning like fire, ready to erupt at any moment.

Ye Qingzhou carefully looked He Wenjie up and down, then nodded seriously: "Yeah, I'm actually quite scared. Your brother is a good-for-nothing, and although you're pretty good-for-nothing too, you're still much better than him. I'm afraid I might lose control and beat you to death."

"Ha, arrogant enough. I just hope your strength matches your arrogance."

He Wenjie shouted in a deep voice, and his left foot suddenly stomped on the cement ground. The powerful recoil force was then transmitted through the muscles of his calf to his right arm. The violent force was like a volcanic eruption, roaring towards Ye Qingzhou.

Compared to He Wenjie, a senior high school student who had already mastered the Six Strategies of Military Competition, Ye Qingzhou, who was still in his second year of high school, was far behind in terms of physical fitness.

The difference in strength between the two sides is like a leopard encountering a tiger.

Ye Qingzhou's only way to win was to rely on his honed combat skills and attack He Wenjie's vital points by avoiding his strengths and striking his weaknesses. That's why he said he was afraid of losing control and killing He Wenjie.

Just as the two were about to clash, a graceful figure suddenly darted out and stood between them in a split second.

She raised her left hand to block He Wenjie's cannon-like punch aimed at Ye Qingzhou's chest, and pressed down with her right hand to stop Ye Qingzhou's sword-like finger aimed at He Wenjie's abdomen.

"Stop it, all of you!"

(End of this chapter)