Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"The Apocalypse Storm?"

Watching Lan Yuehou's departing figure, Su Changqing's lips curled into a playful smile. "No matter how great the winds and clouds, they can't blow into my little tavern. Unless... someone wants to overturn it."

Just then.

"Su Changqing! Give me back my apprentice!"

A furious roar came from outside the tavern, making the doors and windows rattle.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man dressed in gray and carrying a sword that could cut through water rushed in like an enraged lion.

The peerless city lord, Song Yan Hui!

He was travel-worn, his hair disheveled, and his eyes darkened, clearly having rushed here day and night.

"Su Changqing! You despicable scoundrel! How dare you detain my apprentice! And make him your watchdog! I, Song Yan, will fight you to the death!"

As soon as Song Yan entered the room, she drew her Broken Water Sword, its sword energy surging, as if she wanted to perish together with Su Changqing.

He was furious when he received news that Wushuang was working as a doorman at Changqing Tower!

Who is Wushuang?

That is the future of Wushuang City!

He is the only genius in a century who can open the Peerless Sword Box!

She was the apple of Song Yan Hui's eye!

They actually detained them?

Still guarding the gate?

This is an insult to Wushuang City! This is an attempt to destroy the very foundation of Wushuang City!

"Hey, hey, hey! Lord Song, calm down, calm down!"

Lei Wujie rushed forward to stop him, but was forced back by sword energy before he could even get close. "Let's talk this out! Don't resort to knives and guns!"

"Get out of my way! This is none of your business!"

Song Yan pushed Lei Wujie aside, pointing her sword directly at Su Changqing, who was sitting behind the counter drinking tea. "Su Changqing! If you don't hand over Wushuang today, I'll tear down this lousy shop!"

Su Changqing calmly blew on the tea foam, without even lifting his eyelids.

"What's all the noise about? Can't you see there are still customers eating?"

"Your apprentice is in the kitchen; go see for yourself."

"The kitchen?"

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then became even angrier. "You actually locked him in the kitchen?! Did you make him do some dirty or hard work?! Su Changqing, you've gone too far!"

A horrific image flashed through his mind: poor Wushuang, chained up, ragged and covered in wounds, was washing dishes and emptying swill in a dark, damp kitchen, enduring Su Changqing's beatings and insults...

"Wushuang! Your master has come to save you!"

Song Yan roared and charged into the kitchen with her sword in hand.

"Bang!"

He kicked open the kitchen door.

"Wushuang! Don't be afraid! Master..."

Before Song Yan could finish speaking, her words were abruptly cut off in her throat.

He stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, and the Broken Water Sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

In the spacious and bright kitchen, there were no chains or beatings.

Wushuang, dressed in a pristine white chef's uniform and wearing a tall chef's hat, stood in front of the cutting board, humming an unknown tune.

Beside him, thirteen flying swords, like thirteen obedient little elves, were swirling and flying around him.

"Cloud shuttle! Peel it!"

A small red sword flew out and gently wrapped around a radish. The radish peel instantly fell off and drifted to the ground like a ribbon.

"Light frost! Slice!"

A flash of cold light appeared from the white flying sword, and the radish instantly transformed into thin, translucent pieces, each so clear that the candlelight behind it could be seen through them.

"Smooth as silk! Intricately carved!"

The softest flying sword weaved through the radish slices like a nimble snake, and in no time, a lifelike white radish flower bloomed in the air!

The petals are layered upon layered, so delicate and vibrant, that they seem to have a real life of their own!

"Jade Ruyi! Plate it up!"

All the flying swords exerted their power simultaneously, gently placing the carved radish flowers on the plate, forming a "flowers blooming in wealth and prosperity" pattern.

"Perfect!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Wushuang snapped his fingers in satisfaction, his face beaming with unprecedented confidence and a sense of accomplishment.

Song Yan was completely dumbfounded.

He rubbed his eyes hard and even pinched his thigh hard to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.

This...this is Musou?

Is this the same arrogant and murderous Wushuang?

Is this the same Musou who hasn't even mastered sword control yet?

"Disciple...disciple, what are you doing?!"

Song Yan asked in a trembling voice, feeling as if her worldview was about to collapse.

Upon hearing the sound, Wushuang turned around.

Upon seeing Song Yan, he didn't cry or complain about his grievances. Instead, he ran over excitedly, holding up the radish flower platter.

Wushuang turned around, her face beaming with excitement: "Master! Look! I've mastered the Radish Flower Sword Intent! Isn't that amazing?" Song Yan replied: "..."