Vermilion clouds billowed above, brimming with sword shadows, the piercing wind howling.
The cold wind and snow slapped relentlessly against faces.
Xiao Ruoching’s long eyelashes fluttered, his heart pounding wildly. His small hands tightly grasped the book, "The Protagonist Must Cultivate This Technique," his body unsure of what posture to adopt.
Did he know everything from the beginning?
By giving this cultivation technique, did he already foresee that I would inevitably burn down the ancestral tomb?
Did he know all of this from the start?
Did he... possibly know that I am a reincarnator?
No! Impossible!
Xiao Ruoching’s breathing grew sowhat ragged, his chest rising and falling dramatically. The tattered silk stockings on his legs were nearly torn to shreds from his overwhelming nervousness, and his pair of misty eyes dared not et Su Bei’s gaze.
Not far from Su Bei, Jun Wuxie’s mouth hung wide open as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
Then, he vigorously rubbed his eyes.
SLAP!
He smacked himself hard across the face, ticulously observing the Qingping Sword, which stood proudly embedded in the ground.
What a brilliant sword! And so long! How delightful it would be to hold and play with it!
He lifted his head again, looking at the myriad flying swords circling above Su Bei, who seed like a Sword Immortal descended to the mortal realm. For a mont, Jun Wuxie didn’t know how to express his awe.
Putting aside everything else, when it cos to showing off, one must look up to Fifth Brother!
Letting the wine from the jug in his hand spill onto the ground, Jun Wuxie murmured to himself:
Hmm! Fifth Brother? Burned the tomb? And the sword burst forth??
The sword burst forth because the tomb was burned?
So burning the tomb can make swords burst forth?
...
Does that an... burning tombs equals swords bursting forth?!
Jun Wuxie’s eyes suddenly lit up. He took a deep breath, and it seed as if he sobered up a great deal in that mont.
I am truly a genius!
He glanced around, noting that the elders and disciples present seed to be still engulfed in indescribable shock.
His eyes locked onto the sword, filled with greed.
He felt as if another vast world was unfolding before his very eyes.
Hehe!
Everyone has one nose, two eyes, and three legs—what am I, Jun Wuxie, lacking?
His eyes darted around. Seeing that the crowd seed too engrossed to pay him any attention, he hesitated internally for a re mont.
Then, his eyes, filled with determination, turned towards the not-so-distant Supre Sword Peak of the Second Elder, Xi Qingyi.
His black figure, accompanied by the murmurs of the Sword Sect disciples, disappeared without a trace...
「...」
Su Bei still stood serenely in front of the Qingping Sword when suddenly a fragrant breeze swirled around him.
The next mont, he saw an elegant, perfect curve beneath a long robe, slender jade-like legs lunging directly towards him.
"Bei Bei! How did you do it!"
"Good heavens... the old man searched for hundreds of years without finding it, and you brought it forth with a single fire?"
Su Bei’s nostrils were filled with a subtle heat. Wenren Pingxin, in her excitent, had collided with him without properly managing her strength.
This caused Su Bei to lean backward. The sudden sensation of weightlessness left him with no point of leverage, and his hands flailed wildly.
Then, he grabbed onto Wenren Pingxin’s slender waist. But since she was directly pressing down on him, his hand instinctively, very naturally, lifted upwards. His fingers flexed involuntarily.
Su Bei swore on his honor, it was truly involuntary; he definitely did not do it on purpose!
And so, he felt that distinct softness.
Usually, he only appreciated her ample assets visually or passively sensed their magnificent presence.
But at this mont, Su Bei finally understood that his Senior Sister was just like her personality—always hidden very deep, very deep...
When Wenren Pingxin felt sothing was amiss, her mature, captivating face instantly flushed a shade of vermilion.
Then, pretending as if nothing had happened, she moved away from Su Bei, tightened her robe, and patted his shoulder.
However, her eyes gave Su Bei a slightly amorous glance. Her crimson lips parted slightly, and she whispered in his ear, "Bei Bei has grown up, hasn’t he! Daring to tease your Senior Sister now? Hm?"
Su Bei’s face colored with embarrassnt as he nonchalantly took a step back.
An indescribable warmth still lingered in his palm.
He coughed lightly, then drew upon his five hundred years of deep vocal training, speaking with a profound voice filled with imnsely complex emotions, "Senior Sister, if you ask how I, your junior brother, discovered this Qingping Sword... well, that truly is a tale of a past I’m reluctant to revisit..."
Su Bei sighed softly. His eyes glanced briefly at Wenren Pingxin’s slender and shapely legs, observing the exquisitely delicate feet in high heels adorned with sword-pattern engravings that curled upward gracefully.
A cold smirk touched Wenren Pingxin’s lips as she watched the pretentious Su Bei.
Others might not understand him, but she knew him all too well.
As Su Bei’s words fell, all the Sword Sect Elders and disciples suddenly turned solemn. They cast their gaze upon Su Bei, who stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
The cold wind whistled, tugging at Su Bei’s clothes.
Su Bei gently walked up to the Qingping Sword, stopping at the mountain summit, gazing at the myriad flying swords still circling above.
The blue-robed Sword Sect disciple watched Su Bei with fervent eyes, an indescribable surge of indignant emotion welling up inside him.
"I just knew the Fifth Elder would have a story!"
"Yes, yes! That unique voice gives off the feeling of being full of stories!"
"The Fifth Elder must have suffered greatly!"
"SOB, SOB, SOB!"
"So how exactly did the Fifth Elder discover this Qingping Sword? And why use fire?"
"Shh! The Fifth Elder is about to speak!"
Xi Qingyi, his face ashen, was very dissatisfied with Su Bei, but he could not deny that Su Bei had indeed unearthed the Qingping Sword. He took a deep breath, looking at Su Bei.
But his heart was still full of scorn.
So what if you can talk until the cows co ho? Your No-Sword Peak’s ancestral tomb is gone! Hah! Without an ancestral tomb, can you still take on disciples? My Supre Sword Peak has three thousand disciples. On the day of new recruitnt and ancestral veneration, we will surely shock the entire Twenty-One Provinces!
Su Bei felt he had laid enough groundwork, noting that the blue-robed disciple looked as if he could barely hold back his tears.
He then made a turn, his movent heavy with the weight of ages, his mouth curved in an expression of profound sorrow. With a voice hoarse and weathered by the trials of wind and rain, he sighed and said, "I, Su Bei, have cultivated for a hundred years, yet my cultivation has not increased in the slightest! But! As they say, the river flows east for a hundred years, then west for a hundred years. Do not underestimate the young and impoverished!"
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