Demon Sword Immortal

"I miss you!!! You finally answered!!!"

The voice was crisp, and although the tone was quite rapid, it didn't sound shrill. Instead, it had the feel of birds chirping and singing.

Upon hearing the voice, his memories finally came into play, helping Bai Xiang to conjure up an image in his mind of a cute girl with pigtails and a chubby baby face.

Chen Jing was her deskmate after she transferred to the class.

Outgoing and friendly, she was surprised by the white hair and eyelashes here. After learning that they were not dyed or from contact lenses, she repeatedly asked if the people here were mixed-race.

A loud and boisterous little girl.

Bai wanted to define her.

Your deskmate is definitely the one with the best chance to make a move...

Could it be her?

Shenming Sword Path is only in the middle tier among the many sword paths of the Crimson Dragon. Why is it worth harming such a minor character?

"I haven't seen you in class all afternoon!" Chen Jing, unaware that she was now a suspect in the poisoning, continued to shout. "And I heard from Zhou Tao and the others that you didn't go to the kendo dojo either! Are you in your dorm now? Should I come over and see you? Do you want me to bring you some food?"

“…Okay.” A deep, slightly hoarse female voice came from the phone. “But don’t come to the dorm. Go to the beef soup restaurant near the school gate first. I’ll be there in a bit.”

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I'm home now... I didn't expect the approval to be so quick. I thought the May Day holiday would last for several days!

In short, you should be able to tell that this is a new type of book. You could call it urban cultivation or urban supernatural, and it also has a touch of the supernatural. I want to try to combine all of these elements.

But the main theme is naturally combat~ Some people criticize the little angel for having low combat power and relying on divine intervention to solve problems, lacking that sense of exhilarating combat. Well, this book, "The Demon Sword Immortal," should satisfy your needs.

As a cool and beautiful older sister type character endowed with elements such as "white hair, golden eyes, black stockings, and wielding a sword," Bai Xiang will also be a very special protagonist.

I will try my best to depict this special quality as much as possible, so that you will like her as soon as possible~

During the new book release period, please add it to your favorites and vote for it!

Chapter Three: Taking Advantage of the Pretext

Chilong No.1 Middle School is located in a bustling area, with many vendors operating near the west and south gates of the school.

The school has a cafeteria, but there are always students who don't mind spending money to eat out. In addition, many parents who pick up their children may also choose to eat on the spot. During mealtimes, the two streets are always extremely busy.

The shop Bai Xiang mentioned is called "Zhang Fa Beef Soup." The owner's surname is Niu, and he is a stern-faced, dark-skinned middle-aged man. Only he and his wife run the business. It is said that they moved here the year before last and quickly won over the entire school with their rich and flavorful beef tallow soup. Even the teachers sometimes come to the shop. This year, they have rented the second floor for expansion.

It was past 6 p.m., and autumn was getting dark earlier than usual. The sky was overcast and gloomy, and a light rain was falling on the road, with puddles reflecting colorful rainbows.

Tang Min is also a student in Class 1 of Senior Three. After leaving the school gate, she went straight to the second floor of Zhang Fa Beef Soup and kept touching the mask on her face.

As the class monitor, she joined the student council this year and has appeared in several speeches. This time, she came out to attend an impromptu dinner hosted by Zhou Ji, the president of the student council.

Upon entering the store, Tang Min paused for a moment—she saw a short girl with pigtails tied with an orange headband in the corner on the first floor. It was Chen Jing, the art class representative she knew well and who didn't get along with her at all.

Normally, Tang Min definitely wouldn't wear a mask. After all, it was a student council dinner, and everyone in Chilong No. 1 High School knew that joining the student council would bring benefits. That alone was enough to overcome her family's disadvantages and allow her to look down on her classmates.

But not this time.

The task assigned by the organization was a bit too sensitive. If possible, she didn't want Chen Jing to know she had been there.

So she pretended to be a passerby, didn't look at Chen Jing again, and followed the guests in front of her up the stairs.

We found the private room; some members of the club were already there.

"Minmin."

Zhou Ji, the student council president of Chilong No. 1 Middle School, was tall and upright, wearing a white shirt and tie. He was originally sitting on the sofa chatting and laughing with two girls. When he saw Tang Min come in, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he immediately got up, pulled her out to the escape route.

The other students in the private room were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene. They looked at each other and, regardless of gender, they all revealed a sly smile.

However, Zhou Ji had no time for such thoughts. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping in the passage, he asked anxiously, "How is it? Did you put the thing in?"

“I did put it in, but I’m not sure if she drank it.” Tang Min took off her mask, took a deep breath, bit her lip, and looked at him: “Can you keep your promise to me?”

“I asked Zhou Tao, and he said she didn’t go to the dojo this afternoon!” Zhou Ji didn’t answer her question, his expression showing great dissatisfaction. “Since you’ve already let her drink it, you should have watched her drink it! Make sure nothing goes wrong!”

"...I can't be there!" Tang Min's breathing became rapid.

"Useful?" Zhou Ji laughed, as if mocking her naivety. "You're the only one in your class with a classroom key. If they really investigate, they'll definitely ask you first."

"Besides, the water in the kettle is evidence, and there's also surveillance footage. You can't escape no matter what."

Tang Min's face turned completely pale: "That's not what you said beforehand!"

"First, confirm the dormitory situation with me." Zhou Ji calmed down and stared at her. "Don't force me to say it a second time."

With a pale face and trembling hands, Tang Min took out her phone and made a call in front of Zhou Ji. She contacted a girl who had skipped class in the afternoon and was in her dormitory.

"...So she really did lock herself in her dorm room? And didn't come out all afternoon?"

"Okay...okay...I understand..."

"Very good." Zhou Ji had already gotten the result he wanted from the conversation. He loosened his tie and resumed his nonchalant demeanor.

"Don't frown." He reached out and put his arm around Tang Min's waist.

"Just a strong laxative."

"At most, you'll have to write a self-criticism and receive a public reprimand. I'll have someone retrieve your file later, and there won't even be a record of it."

"And didn't you want to go to Qiqihar University?"

"Once things calm down, you can register at my martial arts school. As long as the examiner is still Master Chilong, they'll give you some face."

After being calmed down, Tang Min's complexion improved considerably.

Neither of the two people in the passageway noticed that a white-clad figure with his hood pulled up was slowly walking towards them through the floor-to-ceiling window next to them.

Wearing a white sweatshirt, slightly tight black trousers, and spotless white sneakers, Bai Xiang pushed open the door and entered the store on the first floor.

The owner, surnamed Niu, was serving dishes to customers at the next table when he heard the wind chimes. He glanced at the door as usual, and then his pupils contracted slightly.

But what she wanted wasn't the face revealed after the hood was lowered, but a long sword she held in her hand, already sheathed.

In the Great Yu Dynasty, only those who have obtained a swordsman's certificate are allowed to carry a real sword.

The swordsman's scabbard has a plum blossom mark in the middle section for easy identification. Although the scabbard in front of us does not have a plum blossom mark, it is engraved with three white lines.

This is a wooden sword made by a senior high school student.

Not daring to be disrespectful, Boss Niu put down the dishes and immediately went to greet Bai Xiang, asking with a smile, "How many of you are there?"

"Both of you."

"Then you can go first..."

"No need, my friend is already waiting for me."

After dismissing the boss, Bai Xiang walked straight down the aisle, attracting the attention of many people who looked up to stare.

Her gray hair is already quite noticeable, not to mention her excellent figure and appearance; it would be abnormal if no one paid attention to a girl like that.

Chen Jing was even more surprised!

In her eyes, this transfer student, whom she had only known for a few days, walked over carrying a long sword, ignoring all eyes along the way, giving the impression that she didn't care at all.

But she wasn't like this before!

Although she still maintains that aloof demeanor at first glance, this woman clearly showed signs of discomfort when surrounded by onlookers.

When Teacher Gao introduced her to everyone, she said that she was a bit withdrawn and introverted. Chen Jing was thinking of giving her deskmate more warmth and care. How come she has changed so much in just one day?

Bai Xiang naturally noticed Chen Jing's surprise, but she didn't say anything. After taking her seat, she first placed the long sword horizontally on her thigh, tucked the longer end into the seat, and then looked at her with her yellow eyes.

"Let's order first."

"oh oh!"

Chen Jing then seemed to wake up from a dream and took out the menu to gesture.

"Um... this meal is on me! What would you like to eat, Sister Xiang'er?"

"As long as there's enough, I'm fine with anything."

"...???"

After looking at her suspiciously for a while, Chen Jing didn't reply. She silently ordered the food and then started talking to herself.

"Seeing you're alright, I'm finally relieved..." She stared at Bai Xiang and said slowly, "You might not understand since you're new here, but... even if you really want to get into Qida Sword Academy, you don't have to say it in front of others."

Bai Xiang's gaze flickered slightly, and he asked her directly, "What did I say?"

"Huh? Uh... I just remember you saying you were definitely going to take the sword exam and that you were sure you'd pass, but you didn't say anything else after that."

Chen Jing's face fell, and she complained with drooping eyebrows, "You didn't see how awful Tang Min's face was back then..."

After saying that, she carefully observed Bai Xiang's expression and added, "But don't blame her too much. Her family isn't well-off, and she's determined to follow this path, having trained in swordsmanship since childhood. Naturally, she cares a lot about her competitors."

Competitor?

Bai Xiang then asked, "Is the competition for Jian Sheng very fierce?"

“Of course it’s intense!” Chen Jing exclaimed, surprised that she would ask such a question. “Take our Crimson Dragon Path for example, every year 50,000 people register for the grand exam, and one-tenth of them are sword students! Our school alone has several hundred of them!”

"Have all of these hundreds of people... entered the Dao?"

The state of "knowing oneself" is generally not referred to directly; it is usually described as "entering the Tao," which is more subtle.

"How is that possible! Even those who have entered the Dao can get into 972! It's just a matter of ranking!"

"972...?"

"That means nine paths and seventy-two routes... Sister Xiang'er, are you really alright? You seem a little different."

"I haven't changed," Bai Xiang lied calmly. "You're overthinking it."

She paused for a moment, then continued chatting with Chen Jing about the major exams and the sword test. She learned that even at Chilong No. 1 High School, those at the Self-Awareness Realm were very rare.

Of the thousands of students in the school, only about twenty have come to know me. This means that each class has only one or two students, and in the senior year (1) class, there is only one boy named Zhou Tao who has achieved this.

"Sigh, people's hearts are not what they used to be~" Chen Jing commented, swinging her two ponytails. "If it were a few decades ago, ten times more people would have entered this path in their senior year of high school! It's just that we've had too much peace and technology has advanced, so not many people are taking this path anymore..."

Seeing her so regretful, Bai asked her, "Then are you Jiansheng?"

Chen Jing replied confidently, "Of course not!"

Bai Xiang slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

“But I’m planning to pursue ‘Kendo History Research’!” Chen Jing was a little embarrassed and annoyed by her laughter, and slammed her hand on the table. “Unlike some people who have no talent! They can’t pass the exam but still insist on taking it! They’re just being stubborn!”

“Most of these people can probably get into a sword academy, but which one is uncertain.” Chen Jing started rambling on, appearing very considerate of others. “The sword academy of 972 is a sword academy, and a third-rate sword academy is still a sword academy. Everyone wants to go to a good one, and getting in is like leaping over the dragon gate. But if you don’t get into a good one, you’ll either end up as a sparring partner at a dojo or as a security guard or bodyguard. That’s not the future I want…”

"What nonsense?"

A stern rebuke came from the stairs, so harsh that Chen Jing trembled in fright.

Turning my head, I saw a tall boy standing there, wearing a blue and white student council armband on his left hand, standing next to a girl with a mask hanging from her ear. Both of them were holding bundles of drinks.

"Kendo not only strengthens the body, but also cultivates character!"

Seeing that many guests were looking this way, the boy's voice became even louder, and he actually seemed to be lecturing Chen Jing.

"Our Great Yu Kingdom was founded on the way of the sword. Swordsmanship is the national art! The way of the sword is the national way! Not to mention the recent example of Senior Sister Chai Yixuan, who achieved remarkable success through hard work. Even if she failed, so what? Isn't the courage to seek knowledge praiseworthy? Is cowardice and retreat glorious?"

"In my opinion, even if some students are limited by their talent and cannot achieve great things, at least they tried! They made an effort! That's not something you have the right to judge!"

"I……"

"it is good!!!"

Just as Chen Jing was about to say that she didn't mean it that way, students from No. 1 Middle School started cheering in the hall, and some even clapped and stomped their feet, making a fuss and shouting.

"You're so right!"

"Does not having talent mean you can't practice? Who says so?"

"They say you should laugh at ambition, not poverty. You should meddle in other people's business even if they have ambition. Who is this woman?"

"Make her apologize!"

"Apologize!"

Chen Jing had never seen anything like this before. She was so frustrated and aggrieved that she couldn't express it, and her face turned bright red.

Zhou Ji, on the other hand, enjoyed the feeling of being supported by his classmates.

He's an expert at creating a lively atmosphere. He never misses an opportunity like this.