Infinite Transmigration Starting from Violet

I'm sorry, if only I could be a little stronger...

"Please come this way." Yongzhen bowed slightly.

Following Emma out of the castle tower, Lu Ye then entered a watchtower located to the right of the castle tower.

This is the residence of Isshin Ashina, the ruler of Ashina and the Sword Saint.

Outside the door, Yongzhen said to Luye, "After we finish talking, please come to the castle tower again. We have important matters to discuss."

"it is good."

Gently pull open the partition door.

"Lord Isshin, the person has been brought."

"Oh, really?"

What came into Lu Ye's view was a tall but thin figure.

It was a small, rather rustic single room.

The room contained only a small table, a screen, and some books piled against the wall.

Besides that, what's eye-catching is the katana standing on the black wooden cabinet, and the straw raincoat with a Ōtengu mask hanging on the wall.

"You're the kid who chopped down the owl?"

Yixin was looking at Lu Ye with his right eye, because there was a long scar on his left eye, and he was blind.

“This physique doesn’t seem to belong to a local… Alright, Yongzhen, you can step down now.”

"Yes, Lord Isshin, remember not to drink alcohol."

After giving this advice, Yongzhen nodded slightly to Lu Ye and then left the room.

"sit."

Lu Ye sat down at the small table opposite, while Yi Xin moved the bookshelf and took out a jar of wine from behind it.

Yixin laughed and pulled out two wine glasses from under the table.

"Don't look at me like that. He's almost dead, can't he even have a drink? You have to keep this a secret from Yongzhen, or she'll start nagging me again."

Lu Ye picked up the wine glass and glanced inside, thinking to himself, "This is too intense."

May I ask, venerable Sword Saint, did you peel off the dead skin from your feet and put it inside to solidify into rock?

As if sensing Lu Ye's concerns, Yi Xin smiled and said, "That's the root of the wine."

"Even a wine maker shouldn't act like this, right?" Lu Ye muttered.

“Sake is made with water,” Isshin said, filling both cups with sake. “Do you know where the water for Ashina sake comes from?”

Lu Ye paused for a moment: "Immortal Realm?"

"Looks like Butterfly was right, you really do know a lot." Yixin gulped down the rice wine. "Tsk, having someone to drink with is great!"

"Is the sediment in this glass related to water?" Lu Ye asked.

"In Ashina, water is boiled before drinking," Isshin said, only this one sentence.

"So, the water in Ashina is all polluted?" Lu Ye immediately understood the meaning behind Isshin's words.

“That’s right.” Isshin gently swirled his wine glass. “The Ashina clan worships the Fountainhead Water, but many have forgotten the reason for worshipping it.”

Chapter 130 Ashina Style

"What brings you here, Lord Yixin?" Lu Ye asked bluntly.

"You're really in a hurry. It's rare for me to pour someone a drink. Won't you drink it?" Yixin pointed to the wine glass on the table.

Faced with this invitation, Lu Ye hesitated for a moment, but finally took a bite.

"How does it taste?" Ichishin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It tastes awful. If I had to describe the flavor, it's like horse urine mixed with masala and boiled..."

Lu Ye expressed his thoughts simply and directly.

"It's not bad for pampered people to occasionally drink some country wine and experience it."

The precious wine, which was considered a valuable item, was devalued to nothing, but Yixin was not angry.

He could see that Lu Ye lived a comfortable life.

That physique, skin, and good muscles are extremely rare in this country.

"I heard you've become the attendant of the Dragon Prince?" Isshin asked.

"Yes."

"Want to give it a try? Kid, I'd like to see what kind of skill this guy has that can kill an owl! Consider it a sparring match with this old man who's almost in his grave, how about it?"

Lu Ye's gaze slowly moved down to the knife he had been holding since earlier.

Recalling the battle at Hirata's residence three days ago, Lu Ye slowly took a breath.

"I can't ask for it."

Three minutes later, in the dojo on the floor below the room.

Lu Ye held an ordinary katana in his hand.

Opposite him stood the Sword Saint—Isshin Ashina.

Lu Ye tightened his grip on the knife.

The reason he agreed to Isshin's request was because he wanted to see his current strength.

By using the strong as a mirror, one can see one's own situation.

Yi Xin raised the blade slightly, signaling Lu Ye to attack.

call……

A long sigh followed, as Lu Ye adjusted his breathing.

then……

Take a step.

work hard.

Swing a knife.

Lu Ye launched the first offensive.

"It's owl swordsmanship!?" Isshin's right eye widened suddenly.

As a comrade who fought alongside him during the war of usurping the country, how could Isshin not recognize this sword technique?

But is there really anyone in the world who can learn a person's swordsmanship so perfectly?

For a moment, the dojo was filled with the sounds of clashing swords and sparks flying everywhere.

Lu Ye used all his strength to attack Yi Xin in front of him, wanting to see where his limits were.

Swing your sword, deflect it, and then seize the opportunity to strike the target's weak point...

Lu Ye's attacks were extremely violent. Although Xiao was a ninja, his swordsmanship was completely fierce.

His movements as light as a swift as a bird wielding a sword, each strike delivered with just the right amount of force.

In just a few dozen seconds, the two sides exchanged hundreds of blows.

The sparks from the blade had barely faded before they reappeared, and at that moment, Isshin seized the opportunity.

He abandoned his previous effortless and nimble movements; his arm, which had been like a withered branch, suddenly burst forth with powerful force, deflecting Lu Ye's blade upwards.

"Varied……"

As Lu Ye's attack was deflected, and his arm and blade were still frozen in place, the elderly Isshin stepped forward and raised his sword.

Wei Mingli·Yiwen.

In Lu Ye's line of sight, the figure of the blade rapidly approached!

But no danger appeared above his head, because Yixin's knife stopped five centimeters away from Lu Ye's head.

The competition ended in less than a minute.

Battles fought with cold weapons are nothing more than this.

Attack, block, find an opening, and then deliver the fatal blow.

Life and death are separated by a single moment; whoever is found to have a weakness loses.

"Even if you get slashed, it will still hurt, right?" Isshin moved the sword away from Lu Ye's head. "The last time I slashed an undead was more than 20 years ago, and I used the same move. Back then, I cleaved him in two."

“That person seems to be with me now,” Lu Ye said.

That's right, the person that Isshin cleaved in two was Hanbei.

“Is that so? But it doesn’t matter,” Isshin said. “Where did you learn your swordsmanship? It’s owl-style swordsmanship. How is that possible?”

“I learned his moves when I fought that ninja,” Lu Ye said. “It hasn’t even been a month since I first touched a sword.”

"What?" Ichishin's eyes widened slightly. "Only one month?"

Is it really possible for someone in the world to become so skilled with a sword in less than a month?

If so, he is simply a genius with a sword, as if he was born for the sword.

"Hmph, never mind... I heard that the little girl from out of town who was with you has contracted dragon's cough?"

"Yes."

“It is an incurable disease,” Isshin said. “There was once a dragon cough outbreak in Ashina, and even our best doctors couldn’t find a cure for it… Dragon cough is contagious.”

“It’s alright, I have a way,” Lu Ye interrupted Yi Xin.

"Oh?" Ichishin raised an eyebrow.

"Give me seven days, and I will resolve it."

"What are you going to do?" Yixin's gaze sharpened.