Demon Sword Immortal

Bai Xiang watched as Huang Qian kept humming and hawing as he drove, and it seemed like he was pressing the accelerator harder and harder, as if he was trying to vent some kind of resentment.

"crunch-"

Finally, the jeep pulled over to the side of the road. Bai Xiang was placed on the curb; behind him was the long staircase leading to the Shenming Dojo.

"I'm sorry I can't go up with you." Huang Qian shook his head. "But don't worry, I will report your work and achievements truthfully."

After Huang Qian finished speaking, he drove away. Then Cao Chuan followed in his car, rolled down the window, and showed Bai Xiang a cool face with sunglasses.

“Bad news,” he said.

"There are probably other forces pushing for tomorrow's sword match."

Bai Xiang narrowed his eyes: "Qingya Sword Dao?"

On the surface, escalating the situation would only benefit Liu Mengqing. Now that the propaganda is so exaggerated, it's likely to spread throughout the entire south. Naturally, she suspects that Qingya Sword Path is helping Liu Mengqing.

“No.” Cao Chuan shook his head. “It’s much more troublesome than the Green Fang Sword Path.”

"It's 'tech-savvy'!"

Xu Xi suddenly poked half her head out from the back seat, nervously trying to call out.

"Those government officials must have taken money from the foreigners to secretly push this forward, waaaaah—"

Before she could finish speaking, Cao Chuan covered her mouth and pressed her down. While suppressing Xu Xi, the man in sunglasses told Bai Xiang to go back and rest first, saying that he would contact her again later.

Bai Xiang watched them leave, only to realize that many people were standing by the roadside staring at her.

Um……?

She froze for a moment.

I was hesitant to come closer because of the military vehicles, but it seems like there are significantly more people in this area than usual...

Indeed, she was wearing tattered, tight-fitting battle armor and carrying a long sword, looking as if she had just returned from the wilderness.

But how long has she been off the bus?

Even before that, the foot traffic here was already unusual.

"This lady?"

Suddenly, a girl who looked to be at most a fifth or sixth grader approached with her schoolbag on her back. "Excuse me, are you a disciple of the Divine Cry Sword Path?"

"I'm."

Bai Xiang had no intention of hiding his identity. "Is there something you need?"

With a whoosh, as if a switch had been flipped, several people with recording pens suddenly emerged from the crowd and approached.

"White hair and yellow eyes... Are you Bai Xiang, the chief disciple of Shenming Sword Path?"

"Many disciples of the Wind Riding Sword Path have publicly accused you of bullying the weak. What is your response to this?"

"Jiang Haoqing, a disciple of the Wind Riding Sword Path, said that you used unfair means to surpass her in cultivation and defeat her. Is her statement correct?"

Everyone was talking at once, it was all a mess.

A barrage of questions came crashing down on Bai Xiang, causing her to unconsciously furrow her brow and desperately want to escape this environment as soon as possible.

As he stepped up the stairs, reporters still followed him.

"At 17 years old, you've already entered the path of kendo and can be considered a promising talent. May I ask about your future school preferences?"

A female reporter wearing glasses stared at Bai Xiang with great excitement.

She had a strong feeling that this girl was involved in big news.

"It is said that you, like many others, idolize Chai Xuan, last year's national top scorer. Do you also want to follow in your idol's footsteps and strive for excellence in next year's college entrance examination?"

Snapped!

Bai Xiang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Chai Xuan...?"

The reporters all heard her moan softly.

"Last year, the entire Dayu Kingdom claimed to have 300,000 sword students."

She turned slightly to the side, facing the camera from a downward angle.

"So many people, and a good-for-nothing actually got the top score..."

"That's worse than garbage, making one doubt the accuracy of the data."

Chapter Three: The Challenge

How dare she say such a thing?

Not only the bespectacled female reporter, but all the reporters who followed were terrified by Bai Xiang's remarks.

Does she know how much of a reaction this segment would cause if it were broadcast?

Among those swordsmen were even some princes and nobles!

Moreover, by publicly questioning the data fabrication, aren't you making the relevant departments and everyone else lose face?

Bai Xiang didn't care what she thought. Seeing that they were frightened and dared not follow any further, she went straight up the steps and walked all the way to the front of the temple.

She frowned as soon as she came up.

In my memory, the bluestone path was always lush and green, with grass and moss clinging to the edges. But now, not only the edges, but even the middle is covered with muddy footprints.

There's also the camphor tree grove nearby, where most of the bamboo on the outer edge is broken, and there are many signs of human activity and damage in the inner woodland.

"Don't run...don't run!"

Just then, two boys carrying schoolbags suddenly ran out of the woods, one of them holding a bamboo stick, simulating a swordsman's battle.

"what?"

When they saw Bai Xiang, her attire, and the long sword she carried, one of the bolder ones stepped forward and asked her, "Sister, are you here to challenge the dojo like them?"

"Challenge...the dojo?" Bai Xiang's tone was slightly drawn out, and he rarely showed a kind smile. "Can you tell me the cause and effect in detail?"

What does this feel like?!

Despite her beautiful smile, the two boys felt a chill run down their spines and dared not joke around with her anymore. They quickly told her the whole story.

"That's it! That... The TV station reported that this grandpa was going to have a fight with another girl!" the boy said. "And then so many people... all of them came here wanting to challenge him! To stand up for that girl!"

"Oh..." Bai Xiang's tone became increasingly drawn out, "I see."

"Excuse me, could you tell me who they are?"

“It seems there is… Huanxi Sword Dao… and Jiyu Sword Dao…” The boy began counting on his fingers.

"And there's more! There's also White Crane Sword Style! Flying Feather Sword Style!" another boy hurriedly added, "These are the only ones with names! I think almost all the strong ones in the city have come!"

"Sister, you won't be mad at us, will you?" the boy who spoke first asked fearfully. "We're so sorry to bother you. We live nearby... We were too scared to come up here before, but we saw lots of people here, so we came to play..."

Pretty clever.

Bai Xiang originally intended to teach them a lesson, but seeing this situation, he gave up on that idea and decided to find another way to make the two naughty children pay the price.

She took the bamboo sticks from the two men, drew her 'Feixiangtian' sword, and with a flick of her wrist, created a flurry of sword shadows, instantly carving out two exquisite bamboo swords.

"Use the flat side to forcefully strike someone's head; it can awaken their intelligence." She handed the bamboo sword back to the two of them. "Remember, you can only do it once."

The two boys, overjoyed to receive the sword, went down the steps. Bai Xiang, on the other hand, went into the woods to survey the area. He found six cameras set up facing the gate and walls of the dojo, as well as several hidden cameras inserted into the gaps in the tree trunks, and destroyed them all.

After doing all this, she looked at the closed gate of the dojo, staring at the metal door knocker and the dozen or so deep scratches left on the stone carving next to it, her bright eyes growing colder and colder.

If I go back now, it will take a lot of effort to explain to my grandfather, or even to persuade him.

Why don't I do both things together?

Thinking of this, Bai turned around and started walking down.

"Is this news going to be broadcast or not...?"

"I dare not broadcast it... What if they come after you? You know those big shots' tempers better than I do..."

A group of reporters were looking worried down the steps, annoyed that they had a big story but couldn't take advantage of it. Hearing footsteps, they looked up and saw that the crazy girl had come down again.

There was someone carrying a camera who instinctively raised it to film Bai Xiang.

Bai raised her hand to grasp the hilt of the sword on her back—they swore they only saw her make that one movement, and then they heard a sharp buzzing in their ears.

Clang—~~~~~

Wow!

The camera, which was less than half a meter away from her, suddenly exploded and turned into fragments at the feet of the employees.

"..."

"..."

Now everyone knows this person is not to be trifled with.

Get out of the way quickly, don't block this evil star's path.

“You need news, I need a car.” Bai stared at the boldest of the bespectacled female reporters. “We can cooperate temporarily.”

The female reporter was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up with a dazzling light.

Although she didn't know what Bai Xiang was up to, her professional instincts told her that something even bigger was about to happen, so she quickly had the staff bring the car over and opened the back door for Bai Xiang to get in.

"My name is Wang Limu!" ​​The female reporter readily got into the driver's seat. "My name is taken from that famous foreign journalist... Where are you going?"

"Huanxi Sword Path," Bai thought, uttering a place name.

The moment the name was mentioned, both the female reporter and the photographer sitting in the passenger seat felt a jolt.

Huanxi Swordsmanship?

As media professionals who have been following the developments here, they are all too aware that... some people have done some very unethical or even excessive things these days.

The chief disciple of Shenming Sword Path is going to Huanxi Sword Path as soon as he returns?

The intention is self-evident!

Damn it! Let's do it!

With a screech of the accelerator, the tires of the news van screeched.

Such an opportunity is too rare. She dreams of becoming a 'great reporter' and would definitely regret it for the rest of her life if she missed it!

Early morning, Huanxi Sword Path.

At forty years old, Pei Jian was in his prime. After getting up early and having breakfast, he went to the training ground wearing a loose robe, intending to check on the new disciples' training.

Before anyone could be seen, shouts came from the other side of the wall.

Not bad.

Pei Jian stroked his beard with satisfaction.

Although he could hear the shortcomings and immaturity, he was very satisfied with the trend, as experience and skill can be cultivated, and diligence is the primary factor that determines one's future path.

Of course, it takes not only diligence, but also a bit of talent and the ability to seize opportunities.

Speaking of this, he became quite proud of his recent actions.

Bai Shengju and Liu Mengqing were fighting; anyone in the underworld knew that these two families had a grudge against each other.

The Bai family is now in decline, while the Liu family has gained the upper hand. Although what I did may seem like kicking someone when they're down, isn't this how things have always been in the martial world...?

"father!"

A short-haired boy in his early teens, dressed in a training uniform, ran over, his face beaming with excitement.

"Another person has signed up!"

"Going to the Shinmei Dojo really helped!"

"Even if they don't fight, their reputation has already been established!"

"Hmm!" Pei Jian looked at the boy with a smile and said to him, "Xuan'er, you should also learn from this lesson."

"lesson?"

"Weakness is the original sin!"