Cold Fragrance Valley [Complete] - 25

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Battle for Alliance Leader.

Lan Xiangji, observing the scene, suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Brother Peng and my two elder sisters, have you heard that in the last tournament, the Jiuhua Sect and the Qionglai Sect were criticized and gossiped about because they fought to a draw after a hundred moves?"

Lan Tianpeng, Huangfu Hui, and Ouyang Zi shook their heads simultaneously and said in unison, "We haven't heard of that. What are the various sects saying?"

Lan Xiangji said seriously, "Some sects say that the two sects intentionally wanted to be ranked fifteenth, so they deliberately fought for over a hundred moves."

Lan Tianpeng immediately disagreed, saying, "That's not necessarily true."

Lan Xiangji, however, said confidently, "But my eldest cousin and 'Plum Blossom Sword' Gong Beishan said the same thing."

Huangfu Hui immediately interjected with a smile, "Whether they intentionally wanted to be ranked fifteenth or not, we'll find out soon enough."

Lan Xiangji then said seriously, "I heard that the Qionglai Sect has already spread the word that, to prove that they didn't compromise in the last tournament, they must at least determine a winner this time." It is said that he did not participate in the previous conference and thus lost to Shaolin Temple. I think that although Shaolin Temple's Elder Fajue was trying to win the conference, the arrival of Master Liaokong from Emei Sect was also for a reason. Shaolin had already lost face by falling behind Wudang, so how could it lose to Emei again? Huangfu Hui and Ouyang Zi agreed, nodding in agreement.

The four then looked towards the Emei Sect's seating area on the right side of the large pavilion. Behind the square table, a large chair, sat a robust old monk with a ruddy complexion. He wore a moon-white robe and a bright red brocade kasaya, with thick, white eyebrows reaching his temples, piercing eyes, and a long, fleshy silver beard about eight or nine inches long. Four other monks sat to his left and right, all between forty and sixty years old; the remaining standing monks appeared to be younger.

After observing them, Huangfu Hui first said to Lan Tianpeng, "Brother Peng, that large monk in the middle is probably Master Liaokong."

Lan Tianpeng nodded, then looked at the Shaolin seating area on the left and asked, "What's the background of the Yuguan Sect? I've never heard of it before."

Ouyang Zi replied uncertainly, "It's said to have been founded by the former 'Yuguan Hero's' group."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng immediately exclaimed in realization, "So it was established by Qi Yunsheng, the 'Hero of Yuguan'!" Lan

Xiangji said with some disdain, "Although the Hero of Yuguan had some reputation for chivalry, his later business ventures, including running a security escort agency, severely damaged his reputation. It was his disciples who changed the agency's name to Yuguanmen."

Lan Tianpeng asked in confusion, "What has become of the Hero of Yuguan?"

Lan Xiangji thought for a moment before replying, "Some people said he disappeared, others said he went to find his mentor, but now he's sitting here at the conference."

Huangfu Hui suddenly asked with concern, "Who is the Hero of Yuguan's master?"

Lan Xiangji said uncertainly, "I heard he was a Taoist priest, but no one knows his Taoist name."

Ouyang Zi said calmly, "No wonder he was able to win fourth place in the last conference." As they spoke, everyone could clearly see that behind the square table at Yuguan Gate sat a middle-aged man with delicate eyebrows and narrow eyes, a long beard, and hair styled in a bun, dressed in a long robe. This man was presumably Qi Yunsheng, the great hero of Yuguan. Standing behind Qi Yunsheng were seven or eight people, some middle-aged and some young; judging from their demeanor and clothing, they seemed to be of upright character.

Just then, a deafening drumbeat resounded, and the entire arena erupted in cheers. Lan Tianpeng and the others looked closely and saw that the sword-fighting Taoists from the Qionglai and Jiuhua factions were facing the main stage, bowing and kowtowing. Seeing the "Master Qinghe" under the colorful banner slowly rise, return the greeting, and loudly proclaim, "The results of this year's sword competition between our two sects are still a full hundred moves, and both are ranked fifteenth."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Daoist from the Qionglai sect loudly requested, "In the last competition, our sect and the Jiuhua sect fought more than a hundred moves, and the leader of the organizing committee ruled that we were both ranked fifteenth. Afterwards, there were many rumors among the martial arts community. Now, on behalf of all the disciples of my sect, I request that the organizing committee allow me to settle this dispute with my fellow Daoist from Jiuhua to dispel any doubts." Upon hearing this, the entire audience immediately responded with enthusiastic applause and cheers.

Upon hearing this, "Master Qinghe" under the banner immediately leaned forward and spoke a few words to Elder "Fajue," then spoke a few words to Master "Liaokong." After a brief exchange, the two monks and the Taoist priest "Qinghe Zhenren" loudly replied, "Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. I cannot break precedent because of your sect's unilateral request. Moreover, after consulting with Elder Fajue of Shaolin and Master Liaokong of Emei, it is true that your sect and the Jiuhua sect are evenly matched and have fought for over a hundred moves. From now on, martial arts friends will no longer comment on this matter afterward. I cannot grant your request. Please go to the stage." The two Taoist priests from Qionglai and Jiuhua had no choice but to bow, turn around, and return to their seats.

The heroes in the audience once again erupted in applause and cheers. As soon as the applause subsided, the robust Taoist priest on one side of the stage immediately shouted, "The challenge for new sects begins! Please enter and announce your challenge." After the shouts subsided, the entire hall fell silent as everyone turned to look at the Hengshan Sect's seats, followed by a murmur of whispers and discussion.

The young man in blue, seated at the Hengshan Sect's table, bowed to the seated "Hengshan Eccentric Elder," then turned and ascended the central wooden platform. He bowed to "Master Qinghe" and announced loudly, "Zhuang Zhihao, a second-generation disciple of the Hengshan Sect, pays respects to the Alliance Leader, Senior 'Master Qinghe.'" Master Qinghe

returned the bow and asked loudly, "Young Master Zhuang, which sect do you wish to consult?"

The young man in blue replied respectfully, "According to the rules of the assembly, new members can only consult the sects ranked within the bottom five. This junior wishes to request guidance from the 30th ranked 'Xingyi Sect.'" Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes stirred up another round of discussion, for Zhuang Zhihao had surpassed five sects right from the start, a display of arrogance that could be described as audacious.

"Master Qinghe" frowned and said, "Young Master Zhuang, are you aware that if you lose the first round, you cannot request another sword duel? If your sect wishes to rejoin the ranks of swordsmen, you will inevitably have to wait until the next tournament ten years from now?"

Zhuang Zhihao bowed again and said, "This junior has thoroughly studied and understood the rules of the tournament."

Master Qinghe's expression immediately showed displeasure, for these words were indeed too arrogant. He nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Then let it begin."

Upon hearing this, the robust middle-aged Taoist immediately shouted loudly, "Xingyi Sect swordsmen, enter!" As soon as the shout fell, the Xingyi Sect disciples, who were already prepared, leaped onto the central wooden platform. Upon closer inspection, everyone saw a young man dressed in a green satin outfit.

Lan Tianpeng shook his head, muttering to himself, "This swordsman from the Xingyi School is probably no match for him."

Ouyang Zi immediately asked, puzzled, "How so?"

Lan Tianpeng replied without hesitation, "To judge a swordsman's quality, we first look at his essence, energy, and spirit, and then examine his bone structure and aptitude to see if they are exceptional or unique." He then turned to Huangfu Hui, Lan Xiangji, and Ouyang Zi, tentatively asking, "Could you three sisters compare the young man in blue and the young man in green? Are they different?"

The three women listened intently and examined him closely. The young man in blue had thick eyebrows, bright eyes, a full face, a straight nose, and red lips, exuding a heroic air. While the young man in green from the Xingyi School also had fair skin, he was somewhat inferior to the young man in blue in appearance and temperament. However, this "inferiority" is merely a sensory feeling, something that can only be understood intuitively and cannot be explained in words; perhaps this is what is meant by temperament. Just as a young man or woman can evoke a sense of freshness, elegance, and friendliness upon first meeting, while others can feel vulgar, low-class, and unpleasant. After observing,

Huangfu Hui and the other two nodded in unison, saying, "Hmm, Brother Peng is right. The young man in blue might win, because a swordsman with good aptitude can make amazing progress when practicing swordsmanship." As they spoke, the green-clad swordsman from the Xingyi School leaped onto the central wooden platform.

There stood Zhuang Zhihao, the blue-clad youth from the Hengshan School, who first cupped his hands and smiled, saying, "My name is Zhuang Zhihao. May I ask your esteemed name, young hero?"

Unexpectedly, the green-clad youth glared angrily and said in a deep voice, "If you defeat me, I will tell you." With that, he raised his arm, flicked his wrist, and with a clang, a flash of cold light appeared as his longsword was drawn from its sheath.

Upon seeing this, the assembled heroes immediately erupted in a clamor, clearly some were dissatisfied. The blue-clad youth, Zhuang Zhihao, smiled calmly, offering no retort, and also flicked his wrist, drawing his own longsword. Then, with another calm smile, he said, "Please, sir, demonstrate your skills."

The green-clad youth didn't reply, but glared and shouted, "This is presumptuous!" With that shout, he leaped forward, his longsword wielding the move "Plum Blossoms in Winter," the tip of the sword blooming with three silver flowers, aiming directly at Zhuang Zhihao's shoulders and heart.

Zhuang Zhihao shouted, "Well done!" and stepped aside, swiftly executing the "Sea-Stabilizing Needle," pushing out horizontally. The young man in green, chosen by the Xingyi School to face his challenger, was no ordinary opponent. With a loud shout, he swiftly executed the "Fish Leaping Over the Dragon Gate" move. As his sword thrust forward, it suddenly flicked upwards, transforming into an arc, bypassing Zhuang Zhihao's horizontal thrust and slashing straight at his right shoulder. The move was incredibly fast and dangerous, causing many in the audience to hold their breath in shock, a collective gasp rippled through

the crowd. At the same moment, Zhuang Zhihao instantly crouched down, performing the "Horizontal Beam Supporting the Sky" move. His lowered sword suddenly rose horizontally, a resounding clang of metal clashing, sparks flying, and the entire audience gasped in surprise. This young swordsman from the Hengshan School had been far too reckless and daring. If his opponent possessed a powerful weapon, or even a highly skilled swordsman, his sword risked not only being broken but also his life.

Just as the assembled heroes gasped in surprise, Zhuang Zhihao, taking advantage of the moment his opponent's sword was deflected, suddenly shouted, "Watch out!" Without uttering the word, he remained crouched, his right hand flashing out with his longsword, aimed straight for his opponent's abdomen.

The green-clad youth, seeing this, was terrified, his soul nearly leaving his body. He let out a scream and retreated hastily. As he retreated, a soft "swoosh" sounded, and a piece of the lower corner of the green-clad youth's robe was severed. Upon seeing this, the assembled heroes erupted in a thunderous roar, the sound echoing through the mountains and lingering for a long time. The green-clad youth, who had retreated to the ground, looked down at the hem of his robe and immediately turned pale with shock.

The blue-clad youth, Zhuang Zhihao, quickly tapped his sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said with a smile, "I am very sorry, I accidentally tore your clothes." The green-clad youth simply returned the salute without saying a word, then turned and ran back to his seat.

Amidst enthusiastic applause and cheers, Zhuang Zhihao, a young man in blue, thanked the cheering audience, bid farewell to the leader of the assembly, and turned to return to his seat. Following Zhuang Zhihao's retreating figure, everyone assumed that the next to appear would be the strikingly beautiful young woman in red. However, to everyone's surprise, it was a burly man in black with thick eyebrows, round eyes, a dark complexion, and a bushy beard. He bowed to the "Hengshan Hermit" seated behind the table and then rushed towards the central wooden platform.

The burly man with the dark face climbed onto the platform, clasped his hands in a fist salute towards the assembly's colorful tent, and loudly proclaimed, "I, 'Better Beard Than a Beard,' Zhao Digang, pay my respects to the Daoist Master." "

Master Qinghe" rose to return the greeting and asked loudly, "Which sect does Warrior Zhao intend to consult?"

"Surpassing the Bearded One" Zhao Digang pointed to the west of the arena and said without hesitation, "I want to fight the new master of 'Evil Tiger Manor,' 'Little Tyrant' Wu Jinxiong."

Lan Tianpeng, Ouyang Zi, and Lan Xiangji had all seen "Little Tyrant" before, and thus exclaimed in unison in surprise, "This fellow's father was a notorious bully known for his 'Death-Slaying Stick,' and Wu Jinxiong is the one who studies swordsmanship. How come 'Evil Tiger Manor' is also considered a swordsman?" As they spoke, "Little Tyrant" Wu Jinxiong, dressed in a crimson and gold-trimmed gentleman's robe and with his hair tied in a purple turban, already placed his hand on his sword and strode towards the central wooden platform.

Upon seeing "Little Tyrant" Wu Jinxiong, Lan Tianpeng and Ouyang Zi immediately recalled the scene of the birthday celebration at Gao Family Mansion. Thinking of that time, Ouyang Zi unconsciously looked at Lan Tianpeng. However, when she turned to look at Lan Tianpeng, he was also smiling and looking at her. Ouyang Zi felt a surge of sweetness in her heart, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she unconsciously lowered her head with a smile. Just as Ouyang Zi lowered her head shyly, another round of applause erupted from the audience. Then, upon closer inspection, they saw that the "Little Tyrant," with a displeased expression, had already strode onto the central wooden platform.

"Little Tyrant" Wu Jinxiong first bowed to "Master Qinghe," then turned to "Better Bearded Man" Zhao Digang, giving him an angry look before saying in a deep voice, "This master finds you somewhat familiar; I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

Upon hearing this, "Better Bearded Man" immediately said impatiently, "Enough with your nonsense! Show me your weapons! We're here to compete, not to recognize relatives."

"Little Tyrant" retorted angrily, "If you've come here seeking revenge, you've broken the rules of the tournament."

"Better Bearded Man" glared back, also saying angrily, "I don't even recognize you! How could I seek revenge? If you know your swordsmanship is lacking and you'll lose, then go back, and I'll choose someone else."

Upon hearing this, "Little Tyrant" flew into a rage and shouted, "You reckless brute! How dare you spout such nonsense! This master will teach you a lesson!" With that, he drew his sword with a swift motion, the blade clashing as it was pulled from its sheath.

"Sai Qiu Ran" was equally swift, twisting his right hand behind his shoulder and drawing his own sword. "Little Tyrant" was stunned when he saw Sai Qiu Ran's sword. It was broad and thick, without a sheath, and while it had the shape of a sword, it was sharp but without a blade, seemingly not a weapon used in the Central Plains. The audience began to murmur, seemingly discussing Sai Qiu Ran's large and thick sword.

Although "Little Tyrant" was stunned, he couldn't simply object because his opponent's weapon was large and heavy. Did he think he should avoid fighting someone wielding a vajra? Having made up his mind, he immediately gave a cold laugh and said, "Since you've already withdrawn your sword, what are you waiting for?"

"Sai Qiu Ran" laughed heartily and said mockingly, "If I had attacked as soon as I withdrew my sword, your head would probably have fallen off by now."

Upon hearing this, "Little Overlord" was immediately enraged and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense, take this!" As soon as he shouted, his sword appeared, a move called "White Snake Spits Tongue," aimed straight at "Sai Qiu Ran's" chest.

"Sai Qiu Ran" also shouted, "Well done!" As soon as the opponent's sword strike landed, he suddenly dodged, and with a whoosh, his thick and wide sword swept towards "Little Overlord's" waist. "Little Tyrant," a disciple of "Liao Fan" of Kongtong, was naturally no slouch in skill. He spun and stepped forward, swiftly executing the "Going with the Flow" move, his longsword thrusting forward with unwavering momentum, aiming directly at "Bearded Dragon's" left shoulder.

This move was swift and graceful, drawing cheers from many of the heroes present. However, just as the cheers rose, the seemingly clumsy "Bearded Dragon" suddenly took a risk, lowering his shoulder and raising his sword, the large, thick blade aimed at "Little Tyrant's" blade. "Little Tyrant," knowing the weight of his opponent's sword, naturally didn't want to be caught, but his sword technique was already worn out, leaving him no choice but to slide to the side.

However, despite his confidence in his swift change of move, "Bearded Dragon," Zhao Digang, seemed to have anticipated his movement. As he fell, "Bearded Dragon," maintaining his shoulder-lowering stance, swept his sword downwards with the same momentum. This sweeping attack was particularly dangerous. If "Little Tyrant" had knelt on one knee, the downward slash would have undoubtedly cleaved "Sai Qiu Ran" in two from head to toe.

However, by sheer coincidence, "Little Tyrant" had already begun to fall sideways, and the sword was already raised; he no longer had the strength to strike downwards. In his panic, he had no time to think, and could only use the "Lazy Donkey Roll" move, his body tilting to the side as he rolled towards the edge of the stage, narrowly avoiding "Sai Qiu Ran's" sword tip. Upon seeing this, the entire audience erupted in cheers and shouts of surprise.

"Sai Qiu Ran" leaped forward, preparing to attack, but three loud thuds followed—the giant drum had sounded. The drumbeat signaled the victory for "Sai Qiu Ran." According to the rules of the tournament, once the drum sounded, neither side was allowed to make another move; otherwise, they would be immediately expelled from the tournament. Of course, the purpose of this rule was to prevent people from being injured in a fit of rage, thus causing the two factions to become enemies afterward.

Upon hearing the drumbeat, "Sai Qiu Ran" immediately stopped following and turned to stand in front of the main hall, waiting to bow to "Qing He Zhenren" at the same time as "Xiao Ba Wang". Unexpectedly, upon hearing the drumbeat, "Xiao Ba Wang" had already jumped up, and with a face full of shame, bowed slightly to "Qing He Zhenren" with his sword, then turned and ran back to his seat.

Lan Xiangji, seeing this, was naturally indignant. Without thinking, she said to Huangfu Hui and the others, "Sister Qionghua will probably be back in a while. I'll go back and check, and come back later." She stood up and turned to leave.

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng suddenly turned back, grabbed Lan Xiangji's wrist, and blurted out, "Don't go back!" Lan Xiangji felt a surge of embarrassment and her face flushed crimson. At the same time, she experienced for the first time the demands and commands her brother had for his wife, making her feel unable to resist. Although Lan Tianpeng saw Lan Xiangji's blush, he didn't let go. Instead, he smiled kindly, took her hand, and continued, "Sit down first." Lan Xiangji felt an irresistible magnetic pull, making her obediently sit back down.

Ouyang Zi, naturally knowing why Lan Xiangji wanted to go back, smiled kindly and said, "Sister Lan, are you upset because 'Little Tyrant' lost his original ranking?"

Lan Xiangji blushed and said against her will, "No, I just want to go back and tell 'Liaoyin' that if necessary, he can pass on one or two of 'Guangchengzi's' sword techniques to his disciples, so they won't be embarrassed in public." Lan

Tianpeng smiled and said, "Passing on 'Guangchengzi's' sword techniques to a disciple like Wu Jinxiong would only harm him." Lan Xiangji thought of Wu Jinxiong's character and his past misdeeds, and felt that Lan Tianpeng's words made a lot of sense, so she nodded. As soon as Lan Tianpeng finished speaking, his starry eyes lit up, and he suddenly said happily, "My cousin is back." Lan Xiangji and the other two turned around and saw that it was indeed Xiao Qionghua. Xiao

Qionghua had changed back into her light green outfit, her beautiful face blooming with a happy smile, her almond eyes shining with excitement, and she was walking towards them from the cliff. As soon as Xiao Qionghua arrived, Lan Xiangji stood up and greeted her, "Sister Qionghua." Xiao Qionghua cheerfully said, "Sister Lan, you've arrived!" As she spoke, she sat down on a stool in the middle.

Huangfu Hui asked with concern, "How is it? Does 'Ice Glacier Heroine' have a chance to defeat Elder 'Fajue'?"

To her surprise, Xiao Qionghua nodded without hesitation, saying, "Yes, 'Ice Glacier Heroine' said that if she can't defeat Elder 'Fajue,' she wouldn't dare participate in this year's Sword Tournament, let alone compete for the Alliance Leader title."

Upon hearing this, Huangfu Hui and Ouyang Zi unconsciously exclaimed in unison, "If that's true, then we can rest assured."

Lan Xiangji complained somewhat, "Why did you take so long, sister?"

Xiao Qionghua immediately replied confidently, "I pretended to deliver food; how could I return before they finished eating?"

Just then, the robust middle-aged Taoist priest in the arena announced loudly, "The first stage is over. Half an hour's rest." "Upon the announcement, a great commotion erupted throughout the hall, a cacophony of noise as everyone stood up to move around. At this moment, the old man who had brought the lunchboxes respectfully addressed Lan Tianpeng, saying, 'Young Valley Master, please eat.'

Lan Tianpeng smiled and agreed. The other two middle-aged men immediately distributed the silver lunchboxes to Huangfu Hui and the others, with Lan Xiangji also receiving a portion. Because of Xiao Qionghua's return, everyone ate with great pleasure; without her verbal guarantee, they would all have been anxious and unable to eat. Everyone knew that the next event would be the battle for the Alliance Leader.

Because all the sects participating in this year's competition were conservative and lacked ambition, this year's competition was considerably less impressive. The initial Sword Debate reportedly lasted two days and two nights before the results were determined; even the previous competition lasted more than a day. Now, judging by the situation, it would likely end before dusk. If this trend continued, the Huangshan Sword Debate..." In the future, due to circumstances, no sword sect will be willing to participate anymore.

This is because most of the sword sects that do participate hope to secretly observe some profound sword techniques so they can study them further and improve their own sword skills. Of course, in the previous five sword matches, two exceeded a hundred moves, and various profound techniques were naturally used. Sects that came specifically to spy on sword techniques certainly gained something.

Half an hour passed quickly. All the heroes had already returned to their positions, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the main hall to the north. The atmosphere grew increasingly tense and exciting. The "Master of Five Fingers Mountain" of the Hainan Qiongjiang Sect had already begun to tighten his robes and put on his sword, while Hao Xiaoyu, on the Western Regions Ice Glacier seat, remained calmly resting.

Suddenly, a commotion arose among the heroes, and many shouted, "It's about to begin!" Lan Tianpeng and his group of five turned their heads and saw that the middle-aged, robust Taoist had indeed walked out of the hall. The Taoist priest stood tall and proud, proclaiming in a loud voice, "The second ceremony begins—the drumming!" The word "drum" had barely left his lips when the giant drum on the right side of the stage began to thunder.

The sound of the drumming amplified the clamor throughout the arena, and everyone's expression became noticeably more tense. When the drumming stopped, the entire arena fell silent, everyone holding their breath, waiting for the middle-aged Taoist priest to announce the competition's schedule. It should be known that the top ten were all world-renowned swordsmen, their techniques incredibly complex, their battles spectacular—intense, thrilling, and captivating.

The robust middle-aged Taoist priest took two steps forward with pride, raising his head and proclaiming, "The second ceremony begins—swordsmen vying for the Alliance Leader's throne, please enter!" The entire arena fell silent, awaiting the appearance of Hao Xiaoyu, who had just argued with "Master Qinghe." All eyes were now fixed on the Western Regions Glacier Seat.

Hao Xiaoyu slowly rose, still dressed in her original silver satin gown, and without removing the silver veil from her face, and walked directly to the central wooden platform. At this moment, the cheers of the heroes in the arena erupted like thunder, reaching the heavens. As soon as Hao Xiaoyu appeared, the "Master of Five Fingers Mountain" of the Hainan Qiongjiang Sect also stood up. For, Hao Xiaoyu's first challenge was always him.

Hao Xiaoyu ascended the central wooden platform, gave a slight bow to the colorful pavilion, and then stood at one end of the platform, waiting for the "Master of Five Fingers Mountain" to pay his respects to "Qinghe." The "Master of Five Fingers Mountain" strode onto the central wooden platform, his face filled with disdain, a cold sneer on his lips, appearing extremely arrogant, making it clear to everyone that he didn't take Hao Xiaoyu seriously at all. After bowing, he immediately stood facing Hao Xiaoyu, and with a sinister smile, said, "Greetings, Palace Master. The other night, when I saw you, I was quite surprised. I found you to be younger and more beautiful than you were ten years ago..."

Before the "Five Fingers Mountain Master" could finish speaking, Hao Xiaoyu immediately shouted, "Shut up! Quickly draw your weapon!" As she spoke, she drew her sword horizontally with her elbow. With a clang, a flash of cold light appeared, and the longsword was already out of its sheath. As soon as the sword was drawn, it emitted a cold flame and a dazzling light, clearly an ancient sword.

The "Five Fingers Mountain Master" had seen this precious sword ten years ago, so he was not surprised. He smiled sinisterly again and said, "Aren't we just destined to meet again? Even these two precious swords have to get close to each other every ten years..." Before he could finish speaking, with a clang, a flash of blue light appeared, and a blue, poisoned sword was already in his hand.

Hao Xiaoyu smiled coldly and said, "Don't be so cocky. From now on, you may never have the chance to pitch a tent

on Huangshan again." The "Five Fingers Mountain Master," confident and self-assured, laughed heartily and said, "That's what I, the Mountain Master, should say. I'm afraid you're not qualified."

He paused, then suddenly glared angrily and said, "Since you've challenged me, why don't you make your move?" Hao Xiaoyu raised an eyebrow and suddenly shouted, "You, surnamed Wei, you'd better watch out!" With that, she leaped forward, her longsword flashing with a "Dragon Playing in the Water" technique, creating a swirling, whistling sound as it struck the "Five Fingers Mountain Master."

The "Five Fingers Mountain Master" seemed to know Hao Xiaoyu's sword style and smiled coldly, saying, "I experienced this move ten years ago." As he spoke, he had already spun around and drawn his sword, unleashing three sword flowers, diagonally stabbing at Hao Xiaoyu's upper, middle, and lower body.

Hao Xiaoyu roared again, "Take this sword strike from me again!" The shout had barely left her lips when her swordplay changed abruptly, becoming lightning fast. In a flash, the sword was already at the chest of the "Five Finger Mountain Master."

The "Five Finger Mountain Master" was startled, hastily turning sideways and leaning back, his heels pushing off as he lunged backward, his poisoned sword aimed at Hao Xiaoyu's shoulder. Knowing the sword was poisoned, Hao Xiaoyu dared not be careless. To prevent him from escaping, she lowered her shoulder and wrist, maintaining her sword stance, and thrust downward. At the same time, she roared again, "Take this final sword strike from me!"

This move was incredibly swift, happening in the blink of an eye, and Hao Xiaoyu struck her precisely, determined to rip open the "Five Finger Mountain Master's" abdomen. The "Five Finger Mountain Master" hadn't expected this year's "Ice Glacier Heroine" to have progressed so rapidly and mysteriously in both movement and swordsmanship. Seeing the cold light descend, he broke out in a cold sweat. In his panic, he had no time to think; with a sharp howl, his sword slashed at the platform, his body suddenly rolling to the left, his left palm striking out simultaneously.

A cloud of white smoke, carried by the "Five Finger Mountain Master's" palm strike, rushed straight towards Hao Xiaoyu's delicate face. Upon seeing this, Hao Xiaoyu was instantly enraged, her killing intent rising. She whirled to the side, dodging the cloud of white smoke. Simultaneously, she glided and leaped, closely following the "Master of Five Fingers Mountain," and glared at him with a sharp, scolding cry: "Shameless scoundrel

, how dare you use the same trick again!" With that cry, her longsword, in a move called "River Flows East," conjured a silver streak, striking directly at the "Master of Five Fingers Mountain" who had just leaped up. All the heroes present saw it clearly and gasped in shock. Just as the gasps resounded, the "Master of Five Fingers Mountain," seemingly out of his mind, let out a piercing, chilling, and agonizing scream. Where the silver streak passed, blood splattered, and his liver and intestines spilled out; the "Master of Five Fingers Mountain" had been cleaved in two at the waist by Hao Xiaoyu.

Hao Xiaoyu, following the sword's advance, seized the opportunity to leap into the air, pausing briefly before gracefully landing on the wooden platform like a silver phoenix. The two halves of the "Master of Five Finger Mountain" had already fallen to the ground with a thud, his legs and face still trembling and convulsing. Among the heroes present, some cheered, some gasped in surprise, and some stared blankly.

Huangfu Hui and Ouyang Zi were also stunned, for this was the first time they had witnessed the "Ice Maiden's" Western Region Palace Sword Technique, and it was so profound, so incredibly advanced, so unexpectedly astonishing. Clearly, the "Ice Maiden's" swordsmanship was in no way inferior to the Buddhist techniques in the "Vajra Subduing Demon Treasure Record," and not a single move was the same as what they had learned. Lan Xiangji was even more shocked, because she had always believed that even if she, Lan Xiangji, didn't participate, "Liaoyin" should have a chance of winning the tournament's leadership.

Now, seeing this situation, it seemed "Liaoyin" wouldn't dare to challenge, because she knew that "Liaoyin's" swordsmanship was still lacking compared to Guang Chengzi's and was definitely no match for the "Ice Maiden." Only Lan Tianpeng and Xiao Qionghua knew that Hao Xiaoyu was using the third move of the "Twelve Gentle Forms"—"The River Flows East." The "

Azure Crane Immortal," who had been stunned standing under the colorful pavilion, suddenly regained his composure and shouted sharply, "The assembly has clear rules! How can you openly kill someone?"

Hao Xiaoyu smiled coldly and said, "The assembly also has clear rules, absolutely forbidding the use of sleeping pills and poison powder. Just now, the 'Master of Five Finger Mountain' used the same trick again, slashing out a handful of sleeping powder with his left palm. Everyone saw it. Don't you have eyes?" To incite public outrage and force a joint response against Hao Xiaoyu, "

Master Qinghe" deliberately spoke sternly, saying, "You've completely fabricated the facts to avenge the defeat ten years ago..."

Before "Master Qinghe" could finish, Hao Xiaoyu immediately retorted angrily, "Ten years ago, I was already fooled by him. My defeat then was entirely due to poisoning and unconsciousness..."

"Master Qinghe" seized the opportunity to ask sharply, "Why aren't you unconscious now?"

Hao Xiaoyu smiled coldly and said, "Now it's because I was already prepared."

"Master Qinghe" laughed sharply and said, "Now you admit that you've long intended to kill 'Master of Five Fingers Mountain'..."

Hao Xiaoyu immediately nodded and said, "That's right. If he hadn't used the sleeping powder, I would never have killed him." Before "

Master Qinghe" could say anything more, Elder "Fajue" of Shaolin Temple chanted a Buddhist prayer, saying, "Whether the Master of Five Fingers Mountain used poison, please send someone to investigate, Fellow Daoist Qinghe. If there is indeed suspicion of poisoning, the Master of Five Fingers Mountain's death is his own fault, and he cannot blame Palace Master Bingchuan."

Upon hearing this, "Master Qinghe" could only turn around and glance at the group of Daoists behind him. Finally, he pointed to a thin Daoist and ordered in a deep voice, "Go and smell the Master of Five Fingers Mountain's left hand to see if he feels dizzy." The thin Daoist respectfully agreed and hurriedly walked out of the tent.

Hao Xiaoyu saw that among so many Daoists around "Master Qinghe," only that thin Daoist was sent, and knew something was amiss. Therefore, without hesitation, she said in a deep voice, "Don't come any closer. I still have something to say."

"Master Qinghe" immediately asked angrily, "What else do you have to say?"

Hao Xiaoyu softened her voice and said, "I request Elder 'Fajue' to send a master to investigate. It would be more fair and reliable."

Before Qinghe could respond, Elder Fajue immediately looked at a monk beside him and instructed, "Huigen, go and examine the left hand of the 'Master of Five Fingers Mountain' for poison." Monk Huigen respectfully agreed and hurried towards the central wooden platform. Qinghe Zhenren's expression changed drastically upon seeing this, his face turning extremely grim. The thin Taoist, knowing he was no longer needed, turned and went back. Monk Huigen quickly ascended the central platform, first bowing respectfully to Hao Xiaoyu, then approaching the

upper half of the 'Master of Five Fingers Mountain's' corpse. He crouched down, picked up the 'Master of Five Fingers Mountain's' left hand, smelled it, and abruptly threw it away. He then stood up abruptly, coughing repeatedly, one hand on his head, appearing somewhat unsteady. Upon seeing this, all the heroes present erupted in uproar, many shouting and cursing angrily.

Upon seeing this, "Master Qinghe" could only look at the seats of the Qiongjiang Sect from Hainan and angrily said, "Why haven't you sent anyone to carry your mountain lord's corpse away yet?" At this, five or six people immediately rushed over from the Qiongjiang Sect's seats, and four middle-aged Taoists carrying buckets of water also rushed out from behind the main hall. In a short while, the corpse of the "Five Finger Mountain Lord" had been carried away, and the bloodstains on the wooden platform had been washed away.

As soon as the four water-carrying Taoists stepped down from the central wooden platform, Qi Yunsheng, the head of the "Yuguan Sect," rose and bowed to "Master Qinghe," saying with slight shame, "No one in our sect, from myself down, can defeat 'Ice Glacier Heroine.' I concede defeat and request exemption from the test." Upon hearing this, "Master Qinghe's" expression changed again, and

he couldn't help but turn to look at Master Liaokong. Master Liaokong was the most skilled swordsman of Emei, and Emei was one of the nine major sects; he could not allow him to concede defeat without even fighting. Seeing "Master Qinghe" turn to look at him, he could only slowly rise, clasp his hands together, and chant a Buddhist prayer, saying, "I have long admired the exquisite skills of the Palace, and today my wish has indeed come true. Let me accompany the Palace Master for a few moves." With that, he left his seat, a smile on his face, his expression composed, and accepted a sheathed longsword presented by a young monk. He strode towards the central wooden platform. Upon

seeing this, the atmosphere among the assembled heroes tensed once more, for Master Liaokong was a renowned swordsman in the martial arts world, and this duel was sure to be thrilling and exciting. Of course, many also held their breath for the incomparably beautiful "Iceland Heroine." Master Liaokong, sword sheath in his left hand, ascended the central wooden platform and bowed to the assembly leader, "Qinghe," in the same manner. Then, he clasped his hands together with one palm, bowed slightly, and said to Hao Xiaoyu, "Please, Palace Master, bestow your challenge." As he spoke, he did not withdraw his sword, presumably intending to do so when Hao Xiaoyu made her move.

Hao Xiaoyu was well aware of Liao Kong's prowess, but after her encounter with the "Master of Five Fingers Mountain," where she had cleaved him in two in just the third move, her confidence soared. Hearing Liao Kong challenge her to a move without withdrawing his sword, she showed no humility, immediately brandishing her sword and saying in a clear, deep voice, "Master, please prepare. Forgive my presumption." With that, she leaped forward, executing a move called "Silver Oriole Leaving the Valley," her longsword thrusting straight at Liao Kong's chest. Liao

Kong, seeing this, abruptly sidestepped, raising his arm to withdraw his sword. However, at the same moment, Hao Xiaoyu's swordplay changed drastically, and she slid to his side. Simultaneously, her sword grazed Liao Kong's head, followed his right shoulder, and sliced down his right elbow and wrist.

Master Liaokong never dreamed that Hao Xiaoyu's swordsmanship was not only incredibly unpredictable, but her movements were also astonishingly fast. He knew that if he withdrew his sword even slightly, his right elbow would surely be severed. In his panic, he let out a deafening shout and leaped back five steps, simultaneously attempting to withdraw the longsword he held in his left hand as he retreated. Unexpectedly, Hao Xiaoyu followed him like a shadow, and her sword blossomed into four silver flowers, simultaneously covering Master Liaokong's left, right, top, and bottom.

Liao Kong was taken aback and roared angrily, taking two more steps back. Hao Xiaoyu, who had intended to curb Liao Kong's arrogance, saw him now red-faced and shouting, and decided to stop immediately. With the pressure reduced, Master Liao Kong hastily withdrew his sword, unconsciously exhaling, revealing the immense pressure and anxiety he had been under. Looking down at his position, he realized he was just one step away from falling off the stage.

At this moment, the entire arena fell into an eerie silence, so quiet you could hear a falling leaf. Master Qinghe stood frozen in front of his chair, staring blankly at the arena, completely stunned. Elder Fajue's ruddy face was expressionless, revealing the weight of his emotions. Huangfu Hui and Ouyang Zi had begun to admire the "Ice Maiden's" swordsmanship, finding her past invitation to the "Silver-Clad Swordsman" to duel justified.

Astonishment and admiration began to appear on Lan Tianpeng and Xiao Qionghua's faces. They hadn't expected Hao Xiaoyu's talent and comprehension to be so astonishing. The "Twelve Gentle Forms" Hao Xiaoyu displayed were all hastily taught by Xiao Qionghua, who had only demonstrated them by pointing her fingers as a sword and reciting some incantations.

Meanwhile, the Daoist Qingyun was truly stunned. He never dreamed that Hao Xiaoyu could force the renowned Master Liaokong to remain unable to draw his sword. In the brief silence that followed, Hao Xiaoyu tapped her sword apologetically, saying, "I'm very sorry, I forgot Master hasn't withdrawn his sword yet." Upon hearing

this, Master Liaokong's face flushed red. He immediately chanted a Buddhist prayer and calmly said, "Palace Master's swordsmanship has reached its peak in ten years. This old monk is completely convinced and sincerely concedes defeat." With that, he deftly sheathed his sword, which he had just withdrawn.

Upon seeing this, Hao Xiaoyu immediately said anxiously, "Master hasn't even drawn his sword yet, how can you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Master Liaokong frankly said, "When the Palace Master's second move, where the sword light circled around my head and directly slashed at my shoulder and elbow, was already the victory for you. What, don't you even know that yourself, Palace Master?"

Hao Xiaoyu was startled and could only nod apologetically, saying, "This Palace Master always felt that Master should wield his long sword and have a chance to display his ultimate skills..."

Before she could finish speaking, Master Liaokong said calmly, "No need, Palace Master's kindness is appreciated." After saying this, he bowed slightly to Qinghe Zhenren, stepped down from the central wooden platform, and walked straight towards the main seat of Emei.

At this moment, a murmur of discussion began to rise throughout the hall. Of course, the vast majority of knowledgeable people criticized Master Liaokong for his own defeat, arguing that with his extensive experience, he shouldn't have been so careless when dealing with a master like "Ice Glacier Heroine." Master Liaokong returned to his seat, and Elder Fajue of Shaolin Temple immediately stood up from his large chair.

He glanced at the pensive Qinghe Zhenren, then took the sword from the hand of a monk beside him, and walked towards the central wooden platform. Elder Fajue's prestige seemed to differ from Master Liaokong's, and most of the audience responded with enthusiastic applause and cheers. However, as Elder Fajue walked towards the central platform, his expression was serious, and his steps appeared somewhat heavy. It seemed that he, too, had reached the point where he had to fight tooth and nail for his sect's reputation.

Elder Fajue walked to the wooden platform, first turning to bow to Qinghe with his palms together, then turning back to bow to Hao Xiaoyu with his palms together, and said in a gentle voice: "I, Fajue, have long admired the Palace Master's unparalleled swordsmanship, which is unmatched in the Western Regions. In the past, I invited the Silver-Clad Swordsman to come and compete. The essence of the swordsmanship is naturally not false..."

Hao Xiaoyu returned the bow and said humbly: "Master, you flatter me too much." "

Elder Fajue" continued, "I haven't sparred with anyone for nearly thirty years, especially not with you, female benefactor..."

Hao Xiaoyu immediately asked with concern, "What does Master mean?"

Elder Fajue continued, "My idea is that we each make our own moves, I will make the first move, and the Palace Master will counter it. To ensure that all the heroes and benefactors of the world can see this, we will still use swords." Upon hearing this

, Hao Xiaoyu panicked. This kind of confrontation required not only sharp eyesight but also superb swordsmanship, as even a slight misjudgment of the sword's trajectory could result in defeat. However, she couldn't refuse Elder Fajue's request. Insisting on a real sword fight would not only seem unreasonable but also reflect her own inferior swordsmanship. Her mind raced. She decided that making the first move and letting Elder Fajue counter it would not only give her the upper hand but also allow her to see how he countered it. Understanding his method might not necessarily lead to defeat. So, he nodded in agreement, but asked with a hint of confusion, "Shall I, the Palace Master, strike first?"

Elder Fajue replied without hesitation, "Of course, according to the rules of the tournament, the Palace Master should naturally make the first move." He then gestured respectfully and retreated to a corner of the wooden platform.

Hao Xiaoyu turned to face the center of the platform, swung her longsword, creating an arc of light, then stepped forward, the light swirling before another strike. With that, she leaped back to the other end of the platform. At the same moment Hao Xiaoyu retreated, Elder Fajue leaped into the center of the platform. Elder Fajue, his expression grave, barely touched the platform with his toes before his longsword began to dance. However, in a series of rapid strikes, he simultaneously retreated three steps.

Finally, he raised an eyebrow and thrust out his sword with all his might. Hao Xiaoyu was exceptionally intelligent, understanding things instantly. She saw that Elder Fajue was desperately defending, retreating three steps before finally thrusting out with all his might. Therefore, as soon as Elder Fajue retreated to a corner, Hao Xiaoyu immediately leaped to the spot where Elder Fajue had thrust his sword. Her sword flashed horizontally, producing a series of sharp, swift movements. Amidst the flurry of sword strikes and the dense, cold blades, she relentlessly advanced, her movements relentless. Within a ten-foot radius, the sword energy surged, accompanied by a constant whistling sound.

Hao Xiaoyu focused solely on her swordplay, unknowingly advancing to the southeast corner of the wooden platform. Many in the audience found it amusing and burst into laughter. Elder Fajue, who had been watching intently, frowned deeply, his expression grave. As soon as Hao Xiaoyu retreated to her original position, Hao Xiaoyu immediately leaped to the spot where she had begun her sword strike.

Elder Fajue hastily withdrew his extended sword and retreated swiftly, his longsword flashing left and right as he unconsciously retreated towards the southeast corner. Those who had been laughing, realizing the situation was amiss, ceased their laughter. As he approached the southeast corner of the platform, Elder Fajue's forehead was beaded with sweat and his face was flushed. Finally,

he let out a loud shout and desperately blocked two sword strikes, but his back foot had already slipped, and he could only leap backward, falling off the platform. Upon seeing this, all the heroes in the audience immediately erupted in sighs of regret. Those who had been laughing just moments before now realized that Elder Fajue had failed; the Shaolin Sect had once again failed to win the title of Sword Master in this tournament.

As soon as Elder Fajue landed, he leaped onto the wooden platform, faced Hao Xiaoyu, clasped his hands in prayer, and said in a low voice, "Palace Master's swordsmanship is exquisite; this humble monk is no match for you. I am deeply grateful to have witnessed your unparalleled skill today." With that, he leaped off the platform and, without waiting for Hao Xiaoyu's reply, strode back to his seat. Upon seeing this, the heroes in the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

Everyone could hear that the entire audience was cheering for Elder Fajue's profound cultivation and frank honesty, because while Elder Fajue could dabble in swordplay without admitting defeat, ultimately choosing to fight with a real sword, he was a highly respected and virtuous monk whose upright character would not allow him to diminish his own worth and reputation.

Hao Xiaoyu remained standing solemnly on the platform, watching the somber old monk return to his seat. She knew that although Elder Fajue had lost, Shaolin's reputation and his own had been enhanced. As Elder Fajue returned to his seat at Shaolin Temple, the massive drums immediately began to beat. The emotions of tens of thousands of heroes in the arena surged.

It was well known that the leader of a martial arts tournament often determined the fate and prosperity of the martial world. For such an important position to be taken by the Western Regions would be unprecedented. Especially since the opponent was a woman, it was a disgrace for male swordsmen from the Central Plains. Therefore, many hoped that the leader's throne would not be taken by the "Iceland Heroine." However, the facts were undeniable: the leader's throne was in jeopardy, Master Liaokong had lost, and Elder Fajue of Shaolin had also been defeated.

As the drumbeats ceased, their lingering echoes still lingering, "Master Qinghe," the leader of the tournament, emerged from the pavilion, sword in hand. Master Qinghe's expression was grave, tinged with anxiety, his gaze fixed on the distance as he walked directly towards the central wooden platform. The entire audience could clearly see that this was no ordinary sword duel; it resembled a prisoner walking towards his execution.

Seeing Master Qinghe's demeanor, tens of thousands of heroes in the arena grew anxious. It seemed Master Qinghe had lost all confidence and had no chance of defending his position as leader. Just then, someone on the western slope suddenly shouted frantically, "Young Master Lan of 'Cold Fragrance Valley' in Demon Heaven Ridge has arrived! Look, he's sitting right there! He will never allow the Western Regions to seize the leadership of the tournament!" "This shout sparked a thunderous roar from the crowd, with everyone rising to their feet and shouting, their voices echoing through the mountains and reaching the heavens. The crowd was in a frenzy of excitement, and order was instantly thrown into chaos.

Lan Tianpeng, Xiao Qionghua, and the others, seeing this, knew things were in trouble. Suddenly, the five of them were at a loss as to how to calm the tens of thousands of heroes of Quanyang. The situation was sudden, the crowd was in turmoil, and all eyes were on Lan Tianpeng. Some were waving their fists and shouting, others were yelling, all demanding that Lan Tianpeng appear. Hao Xiaoyu, standing on the wooden platform, although surprised, remained calm and composed. On the contrary..." Her heart was filled with sweetness, for her beloved was so passionately adored by heroes across the land.

The Azure Crane Immortal, who was walking towards the central wooden platform, also stopped in the arena, a smile appearing on his usually somber face. He clearly saw Lan Tianpeng as his savior and hoped he would help him defeat his current formidable rival, Hao Xiaoyu. Seeing this, Lan Tianpeng's mind raced. He raised his hands and slowly stood up. Huangfu Hui, Ouyang Zi, and Xiao Qionghua almost simultaneously whispered anxiously, "Brother Peng, you can't agree to this!"

Lan Tianpeng, waving his hands gently, replied softly, "I know, I will try my best to persuade everyone." "

Upon seeing Lan Tianpeng rise and raise his hand, all the heroes present immediately ceased their clamor, though the buzzing of discussion continued like boiling water. This was because, among the tens of thousands of heroes present, most had only heard of the Jade-Faced Divine Dragon's name

, and a very few had actually seen Lan Tianpeng's true face. Now, seeing him stand, they naturally forgot their shouts and began whispering and commenting, many pointing and pointing. As soon as the shouts subsided, Lan Tianpeng gathered his energy in his dantian, secretly channeling his divine power, and bowed slightly, raising his voice slightly as he said, 'Esteemed seniors, sect leaders, and friends from all walks of life…' His words caused a stir, and the entire hall fell silent. Even the highly respected Elder Fajue and Master Liaokong couldn't help but change their expressions, their faces showing surprise.

Because Lan Tianpeng's voice wasn't loud, nor was it a shout, yet everyone in the crowd could hear him clearly, as if he were right in front of them." This extraordinary and miraculous skill was something even the "Fajue" elder present might not be able to achieve, so one can only imagine the extent of Lan Tianpeng's skill. Due to the stunned silence of the entire audience, Lan Tianpeng's words were heard even more clearly.

Lan Tianpeng continued humbly and sincerely, "...The Sword Tournament was established by many of our martial arts predecessors to promote the advancement of swordsmanship among various schools and to give everyone an opportunity to meet at this grand event. Therefore, they established many rules. Participating schools must adhere to the tournament's regulations to enter..." Hearing that Lan Tianpeng seemed to be declining, the crowd shouted and demanded again.

Seeing this, Lan Tianpeng raised his hands again, smiled calmly, and said, "Since you all think so highly of me, if I don't agree, I would be ungrateful..." Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in cheers, and many jumped for joy.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qionghua and the other three were greatly surprised, especially Xiao Qionghua, who became even more anxious because Lan Tianpeng's appearance could very well harm Hao Xiaoyu. Therefore, she unconsciously scolded, "Cousin, how could you handle this matter like this?"

Lan Tianpeng ignored her and continued to look at the crowd, saying, "However, you should also consider my situation. It's not that I'm ungrateful..." Upon hearing this, the cheering audience realized something was amiss and immediately fell silent.

Lan Tianpeng continued, "To be honest, the disciples of the 'Three Eccentrics of the Universe' are all here. However, they are all bound by strict orders from their sect and are absolutely forbidden from entering the arena to compete for the title of Alliance Leader..." Upon hearing this, most of the heroes let out a sigh of regret. Lan Tianpeng continued, "Since you all care about me, you should understand my predicament of not daring to disobey my sect's orders. However, since you have requested that I participate, I and the three disciples of the 'Three Eccentrics of the Universe' are willing to perform a backstage show and spar with any swordsman..." Before he finished speaking, the entire arena erupted in another round of thunderous cheers.

Lan Tianpeng continued with a smile, "But one thing must be stated first: we must strictly abide by our sect's orders and will never fight against the Alliance Leader. As for who will be the Alliance Leader of this year's tournament, I advise the heroes present to follow the precedent set in previous tournaments. We are all descendants of the Yellow Emperor, and there should be no distinction between those from the frontier and those from the borderlands." "After pausing, he pointed at Hao Xiaoyu on the wooden platform in the center of the room and continued, "Do you all know where the Ice River Heroine is from? I guarantee with my integrity that she is from Xinye County, Henan Province..."

Before he could finish speaking, the heroes and valiant men from Henan Province immediately cheered enthusiastically in support of Hao Xiaoyu. Since Xinye is adjacent to Hubei, the heroes from Hubei also cheered in support, making the atmosphere even stronger. "Master Qinghe" had originally hoped that Lan Tianpeng would step in to help him out of his predicament, but unexpectedly, Lan Tianpeng helped the "Ice River Heroine" instead.

However, "Master Qinghe" knew how powerful Lan Tianpeng was and dared not speak ill of him, so he could only ask in a deep voice, "May I ask, Young Master Lan, how do you know that the 'Ice River Heroine' is from Henan?"

Lan Tianpeng smiled calmly and said, "In order to fulfill the sword duel agreement that my master uncle, the 'Silver-Clad Swordsman,' had not yet completed, I once traveled to the Ice River and Kunlun. If Senior "Master Qinghe" does not believe me, you can ask the 'Ice River Heroine' and the new leader of Kunlun."

Seeing that Lan Tianpeng didn't hold a grudge against him for revoking the "Silver-Clad Swordsman's" honorary title, and even publicly addressed him as "Senior," Master Qinghe felt not only admiration for Lan Tianpeng's composure but also a sense of shame. However, concerning the reputation of the Wudang Sect and his own prestige in the martial arts world, he had to ask in a deep voice, "But I wonder who won the sword duel between the Young Valley Master and the 'Ice Glacier Heroine'?" Lan

Tianpeng smiled faintly, but before he could speak, Hao Xiaoyu, standing on the wooden platform, said in a clear, deep voice, "Looking at the current martial arts world, who can defeat Young Valley Master Lan, who possesses the unique skills of the 'Three Eccentrics of the Universe'?" Upon hearing this, not only was Master Qinghe stunned amidst gasps of surprise, but all the swordsmen present and the heroes outside were also stunned.

Lan Tianpeng hadn't expected Hao Xiaoyu to announce this so openly, but he was at a loss for words. Huangfu Hui, Ouyang Zi, Xiao Qionghua, and Lan Xiangji were all surprised, but the unspoken rule in the martial arts world—that husbands pass on their skills to wives and wives to sons-in-law—was tacitly approved by their sects. Therefore, upon hearing "Ice Heroine's" announcement, they assumed she already knew about their relationship, and that it was a misunderstanding on her part, so they didn't mind. However, the ambitious "Azure Crane Master" was extremely concerned and asked, "You...you...how did you know?"

Hao Xiaoyu smiled coldly, pointed to the small viewing platform where Lan Tianpeng and his group of five stood, and said crisply, "It's not an exaggeration to say that the world's most powerful martial arts are all embodied in Young Master Lan. Look at his four wives; three of them are disciples and daughters of the 'Three Eccentrics

of the Universe.'" Upon hearing this, the entire audience was shocked, and everyone looked towards Lan Tianpeng. "Azure Crane Master," Elder "Fajue," and Master "Liaokong," among others, stared intently at the four women behind Lan Tianpeng, scrutinizing them closely. Huangfu Hui, Ouyang Zi, Xiao Qionghua, and Lan Xiangji, though all blushing, felt a sweet warmth in their hearts. Because, thanks to Hao Xiaoyu's public declaration, everyone in the world knew they were the young mistresses of Lengxiang Valley in Motianling. At this point, the four women had no choice but to slowly rise from their seats.

Upon seeing the four women stand, the assembled heroes erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers. Seeing this, Lan Tianpeng had no choice but to raise his hands again, and with a humble smile said, "Since 'Ice Glacier Heroine' has brought it up, I will introduce you all. I hope that all the heroes and chivalrous men will take good care of me in the future..." Before he could finish speaking, another round of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted, like thunder in spring.

Lan Tianpeng stepped aside, gestured respectfully, and pointed to Huangfu Hui, whose face was slightly flushed, introducing her with a smile: "This is Miss Huangfu Hui, a disciple of the 'Eastern Sea Holy Monk'." His introduction was met with another round of enthusiastic applause.

Lan Tianpeng then pointed to Ouyang Zi, who also smiled, and continued: "This is Miss Ouyang Zi, the daughter of my senior uncle, the 'Silver-Clad Swordsman'." Amidst the enthusiastic applause, the crowd murmured amongst themselves, likely because they only now learned that the 'Silver-Clad Swordsman's' surname was the compound Ouyang.

Lan Tianpeng then pointed to Xiao Qionghua, whose smiling face concealed a hint of menace, and continued: "This is my cousin, Xiao Qionghua. Her mother is my aunt, the chivalrous heroine 'Silver Sky Blue Swallow' Lan Yilan. My cousin studied under the 'Changbai Divine Nun'." After the introductions, another round of enthusiastic applause erupted.

Hao Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the wooden clasp in Zhuo Li's mind, regarded Xiao Qionghua as a benefactor, and therefore, she insisted, "You may not know this Miss Xiao's nickname. She is the renowned female knight-errant, 'The Beautiful Rakshasa,' who has shocked the martial arts world." As soon as she finished speaking, applause broke out again, mixed with cheers. Of course, many people were also terrified, their expressions changed drastically, and they fell silent, deliberately observing this "female Rakshasa" so that they could keep quiet if they encountered her in the future.

Finally, Lan Tianpeng pointed to Lan Xiangji and introduced her, "This is Miss Lan Xiangji, the secular cousin of 'Master Yuxu' of the Kongtong Sect..." Before he could finish speaking, applause had already broken out enthusiastically. At the same time, many rough and unrestrained people shouted, "Young Valley Master, you are so lucky..."

"Young Valley Master Lan, please choose another wife at the gathering, which would be fitting for the name of this place—Five Phoenix Slope." "With this shout, the applause and cheers grew louder and louder, seemingly without end.

Seeing this, Lan Tianpeng immediately looked at the robust middle-aged Taoist priest beside the main pavilion to the north and said in a gentle voice, 'Please, Taoist priest, give the order to beat the drums so the sword competition can continue.'

The robust middle-aged Taoist priest, who was also looking at Lan Tianpeng, hadn't initially noticed who Lan Tianpeng was speaking to. Finally, when the voice reached his ears, he realized it was him. He immediately turned to the Taoist priest beating the drums and said in a deep voice, 'Beat the drums.' As soon as he finished speaking, the drums began to beat. As soon as the drums sounded, the frenzied shouting heroes gradually quieted down.

The robust middle-aged Taoist priest, forgetting whose orders he was supposed to obey, stood up and shouted to the sky, 'The sword competition continues—' This shout brought all the heroes who had come to watch back to reality; their purpose in coming was to see the Huangshan Sword Competition."

Still standing a few feet away from the wooden platform, sword in hand, "Master Qinghe" glared angrily at the middle-aged Taoist when his disciple urged him to continue the sword fight. However, Hao Xiaoyu, standing on the platform, urged "Master Qinghe," saying, "Master, the order for the assembly has been issued; let's begin."

"Master Qinghe" was furious. He leaped onto the platform, suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice, "I swore an oath to my patriarch that I would protect the Alliance Leader to the death in this assembly..." Hao

Xiaoyu, hearing this, casually said, "How do you know you'll lose now?"

"Master Qinghe" knew what was going on and continued, "I also expected someone to challenge me for the Alliance Leader position, but I never expected it to be you..."

Hao Xiaoyu smiled coldly and said, "Actually, you should have realized this ten years ago. If that despicable 'Master of Five Fingers Mountain' hadn't used the bewitching powder to scheme against me, the Alliance Leader's throne would have been yours." Upon hearing this, "

Master Qinghe" blushed and flew into a rage, snarling, "You have no share in the throne of this year's alliance leader!" With that, he leaped forward, his sword flashing like lightning, aiming directly at Hao Xiaoyu.

Seeing Qinghe's anger, Hao Xiaoyu naturally became extra cautious. Seeing his sword strike, she wondered what technique it was, assuming it was a secret Wudang technique. In a flash, she stepped forward, swiftly executing the "Colorful Phoenix Spreads Its Wings" move, attempting to deflect Qinghe's sword upwards before launching a counterattack. However, Qinghe neither dodged nor evaded, charging towards her with his sword.

Hao Xiaoyu was greatly surprised, her face paling. She was, after all, only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, lacking much experience in combat. Seeing "Master Qinghe" disregarding life and death and attempting to take everyone down with him, he was startled and quickly dodged with a skillful movement technique at the last second. All the heroes present were initially shocked, then erupted in a thunderous roar.

Huangfu Hui and Ouyang Zi, seeing this, were simultaneously startled and exclaimed in unison, "Strange! 'Ice Lady's' movement technique is somewhat similar to the 'Body Steps' in 'The Vajra Demon Subduing Record'!"

Xiao Qionghua, to avoid Huangfu Hui and Ouyang Zi suspecting Lan Tianpeng, also said with confusion, "Yes, her footwork is also somewhat similar to 'Divine Nun's' 'Mysterious Footwork'."

Huangfu Yi and Ouyang Zi, upon hearing this, realized that the footwork did indeed resemble the footwork Xiao Qionghua used when fighting her in Xianju City, and thus unconsciously asked, "Sister Qionghua, didn't you pass on the Divine Nun's footwork to her?"

Xiao Qionghua smiled seriously and said, "How could I pass it on to her?" "I didn't even tell Brother Peng."

Lan Tianpeng, feeling guilty, immediately explained, "The unpredictable techniques are mostly developed by highly skilled swordsmen. The strangeness of their movements and footwork is largely the same. It's no accident that 'Ice Maiden' can be the number one swordsman in the Western Regions. Besides, if 'Ice Maiden' didn't have a set of real skills, she wouldn't have invited her master to a sword duel." Huangfu Hui and Ouyang Zi nodded in agreement, finding it reasonable.

Lan Xiangji also agreed, saying, "Brother Peng is right. Although 'Guang Chengzi's' manual doesn't specifically include footwork, he notes the position and variations of the feet under each sword stance." "The words had barely left his lips when Quan Yang suddenly cried out in alarm.

Lan Tianpeng and the others looked closely and saw that Hao Xiaoyu's sword tip was already pressed against Qinghe Zhenren's chest. Although Hao Xiaoyu was young, she was extremely clever. She was afraid that Qinghe Zhenren would be enraged and commit suicide, thus causing her to make the grave mistake of killing the alliance leader. Therefore, with a flick of her sword tip, she immediately flew back ten feet. After a gasp of surprise from all the heroes present, a fierce roar that shook the mountains and fields erupted and lasted for a long time.

Qinghe Zhenren regained his composure and said hatefully, "Let me tell you, ten years from today, I will definitely take back the alliance leader of the Sword Debate Tournament." As he spoke, he glared venomously at Hao Xiaoyu, and after uttering the word "come," he turned and rushed towards the colorful pavilion in the north.

When Quan Yang and the other heroes saw this, their cheers became even more enthusiastic. Thinking back to half an hour ago, when the heroes were emotional and did not want Hao Xiaoyu to win the Sword Debate Alliance Leader title, now that Lan Tianpeng said that "Iceland Heroine" was from Henan, everyone unanimously supported her." Xiao Qionghua watched and shook her head with admiration, saying, "It's truly remarkable that 'Ice Heroine' was able to escape his clutches and win despite 'Green Crane's' desperate, even suicidal, and shameless fighting style. Her skill is indeed extraordinary."

"Green Crane Master" walked angrily towards the main hall, calming his rage slightly. He picked up the "Dragon Spring Sword," the symbol of the alliance leader, and slowly walked out. Elder Fajue of Shaolin Temple and Master Liaokong of Emei Sect, upon seeing "Green Crane Master" emerge with the sword, immediately rose from their seats and followed him, their expressions solemn. At this moment, the giant drum on the left side of the main hall began to beat loudly.

All the heroes cheered, and everyone from all the sects stood at attention. Hao Xiaoyu, standing on the central wooden platform, had already sheathed her sword and was waiting. After the sword-bearing ceremony, and with Elder Fajue and Master Liaokong following behind, Qinghe Zhenren's indignant emotions subsided.

The cheers and applause from the audience continued unabated, growing ever louder. Although everyone knew that "Iceland Heroine" was a veteran swordswoman from ten years ago, visually she remained a stunningly beautiful woman. Before the eyes of tens of thousands of heroes from across the land, for a woman to cleave the "Five Finger Mountain Master" with her sword, defeat Elder Fajue and Master Liaokong, and finally win the title of Sword Tournament Leader was indeed a respectable and admirable feat.

Accompanied by Elder Fajue of Shaolin and Master Liaokong of Emei, "Master Qinghe" solemnly and respectfully stepped onto the central wooden platform. Thus, "Master Qinghe" stood in the center, with Fajue and Liaokong standing to his left and right. As soon as the two elderly monks were in position, "Master Qinghe" immediately raised the Longquan sword high and announced loudly, "The newly appointed leader of the Grand Assembly requests to receive the Longquan sword, the symbol of leadership." Upon hearing this,

Hao Xiaoyu hurriedly took two steps forward. Out of utmost respect for the Yellow Emperor, the ancestor of the Huangyan people, Hao Xiaoyu knelt before "Master Qinghe" according to the assembly's rules. Lan Tianpeng, Xiao Qionghua, and the others suddenly understood why Elder Fajue and Master Liaokong were following behind Qinghe as a watchdog.

They knew that if the recently defeated leader of the Grand Assembly, in a fit of rage and shame, harbored a despicable determination to perish together with the new leader receiving the sword, this would be the perfect opportunity. Recalling the martial arts elders who established the rules of the conference years ago, it was indeed a painstaking effort to stipulate that two or three swordsmen must accompany and monitor the handover of the conference leader's token, both to protect the new leader and to ensure its safety. In that instant, Hao Xiaoyu rose and accepted the sword.

"Master Qinghe," as the outgoing conference leader, similarly bowed and knelt before the Longquan sword held high by Hao Xiaoyu, while Elder "Fajue" and Master "Liaokong" also bowed with their hands clasped. After the ceremony, Fajue and Liaokong, still accompanying "Master Qinghe," respectfully descended the stage and returned to their seats. Hao Xiaoyu then raised the conference leader's token—the Longquan sword—and smiled in gratitude to the heroes of the world who had applauded and cheered for her.

As soon as the applause subsided, Hao Xiaoyu announced in a clear voice, "Heroes and friends from all walks of life, now, as the newly appointed leader of the Sword Tournament, I hereby reaffirm to all heroes that the highest honorary seat of 'The Three Eccentrics of the Universe,' which was arbitrarily revoked by the previous leader, will be reinstated from this day forward, to express our profound respect for these three extraordinary swordsmen..." Before she could finish speaking, applause erupted again, the cheers reaching the heavens.

Lan Tianpeng, Huangfu Hui, Ouyang Zi, Xiao Qionghua, and others immediately stood up, smiling and bowing in thanks to the heroes for their support. Upon seeing this, the applause from the crowd grew even more enthusiastic. As soon as the applause subsided, Hao Xiaoyu continued in a clear voice, "Just now, Young Master Lan expressed his willingness to exchange sword techniques with friends from all over the world. I wonder which friend would like to enter and exchange a few moves with Young Master Lan, so that everyone can broaden their horizons?" "

With the event nearing its end and departure imminent, who would still be in the mood to make a fool of themselves on stage? However, missing this opportunity to witness their unparalleled skills would be a pity. Therefore, someone loudly proclaimed, 'Let the new alliance leader exchange a few blows with Young Master Lan!' This shout was met with enthusiastic support from the entire audience, their cheers shaking the mountains.

Unexpectedly, Hao Xiaoyu smiled frankly and said, 'Gentlemen, a defeated general dares not boast of his bravery. I, the Palace Master, was already defeated by Young Master Lan and Miss Xiao two months ago. Besides, Young Master Lan just announced that he is under orders from his sect not to fight against the old or new alliance leaders. Do you all want him to disobey his sect's orders?'" "This is the most serious problem in the martial arts world. Who dares to do this?" Therefore, everyone was speechless.

Taking advantage of this, Hao Xiaoyu raised her Longquan sword and said cheerfully and clearly, "Gentlemen, if no one enters, I, the Palace Master, will announce the adjournment. I hope that ten years from now, still in this place on Huangshan Mountain, we can meet again with all of you heroes and friends..." As soon as she finished speaking, thunderous cheers erupted, and the entire crowd rose to their feet. Those closest to the cliff edge began to disperse.

Although this martial arts tournament only lasted one day, the sword duels for the title of Alliance Leader were full of thrills, novelty, and excitement. Now that it was time to end the tournament, the joyful mood of the departing heroes showed that they were very satisfied with this year's tournament. Seeing that the tournament had ended and the nearby heroes were beginning to leave, Lan Tianpeng turned back to look at Huangfu Hui and the four women, Xiao Qionghua, and said with a smile, "Let's go too." Upon hearing this, Huangfu Hui and the others nodded in agreement.

Xiao Qionghua looked at Lan Xiangji and asked, "Lanmei, do you want to go back to the Kongtong seat to see what's going on?"

Lan Xiangji replied without hesitation, "No need, Uncle Yan will come to find me if anything happens."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianpeng immediately smiled and said, "Then let's go." As soon as he uttered the word "go," he looked up and stared intently at something, which made him tremble and his handsome face change instantly. Ouyang Zi, who was taking a step, also had her

phoenix eyes light up and then froze. Not far behind them, in the passageway, stood an old woman dressed in a blue robe and black skirt, holding a golden dove-headed silver cane. Of course, Lan Tianpeng, Ouyang Zi, Huangfu Hui, Lan Xiangji, and even Xiao Qionghua recognized the old woman's cane as the "Golden Dove Silver Cane" of the Gao Family Tower. However, what shocked Lan Tianpeng and Ouyang Zi the most was that behind the "Golden Dove Silver Cane" stood Gao Lianying, dressed in a bright red outfit and carrying a long sword on her back.

Gao Lianying's beautiful face was deep and expressionless, devoid of any smile. Her once plump, oval face now appeared dull and frail, lacking the youthful vitality of her youth. Her gaze was fixed on Lan Tianpeng, unwavering. Just as everyone was momentarily stunned, "Golden Dove and Silver Staff" forced a smile and said, "This old woman and Lian'er have come specifically to see the Young Valley Master and Miss Ouyang?"

Lan Tianpeng was startled and blurted out, "To see me?"

"Golden Dove and Silver Staff" smiled sadly and said, "Yes, we are here to see the Young Valley Master..."

Ouyang Zi knew Gao Lianying's thoughts and asked somewhat nervously, "Senior Liu, what is it?"

"Golden Dove and Silver Staff" forced a smile and said, "It's about Lian'er's marriage..." Before she could finish speaking, Ouyang Zi, Huangfu Hui, and the others' expressions changed simultaneously, and they were stunned again. Standing behind Golden Dove and Silver Staff, Gao Lianying felt a pang of sorrow, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Golden Dove and Silver Staff" gazed sadly at his beloved daughter, Gao Lianying, sighed, and looked at Lan Tianpeng and the others with some sorrow, saying, "This child is too willful and too infatuated."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Zi asked in surprise, "Senior, do you mean..."

"Golden Dove and Silver Staff" sighed and said, "As the saying goes, 'A man should marry when he comes of age, and a woman should marry when she comes of age.' Lianying is not young anymore, and we can't let her run around looking for her brother. Today, I want to ask the young master a question: Does the young master truly have my daughter in his heart?" Standing behind Golden Dove and Silver Staff, Gao Lianying's face was flushed with embarrassment, but she pricked up her ears.

Lan Tianpeng glanced at Gao Lianying, who looked like a pear blossom in the rain, and recalled the scene at Gao Family Village. He nodded and said, "Senior, you must know my situation. If Sister Lianying is willing, I can assure you that she will never suffer any injustice."

At the same time, Xiao Qionghua, Ouyang Zi, and the other women also said in unison, "We sisters also sincerely welcome Sister Lianying to join us." Upon hearing this , "

Silver Staff of the Dove" immediately brightened his expression, revealing a smile as he said to his beloved daughter, "Lianying, what do you say?" Gao Lianying was speechless at this point, only nodding shyly, and the children's quarrel was thus resolved.

"Silver Staff of the Golden Dove" said somewhat helplessly, "I only have one daughter, and I always give in to her in everything, but this time I still couldn't go against her." Xiao Qionghua and her other daughters all laughed, while Lan Tianpeng blushed slightly, unsure of what to say. "Golden Dove and Silver Staff" smiled, then said to her beloved daughter Gao Lianying, "Alright, your matter is settled. Are you coming back with me, or..."

Gao Lianying said shyly, "I want to be with my sisters. I'm so bored staying cooped up in the room."

"Golden Dove and Silver Staff" laughed and scolded, "Girls really are like that, growing up and leaving home. You can't wait any longer."

Gao Lianying threw herself into "Golden Dove and Silver Staff's" arms, shyly protesting, "Mother, you're making fun of me too." "

Golden Dove and Silver Staff" lovingly helped Gao Lianying up from her arms and said to Xiao Qionghua and Lan Tianpeng, "My daughter is being willful. I hope you ladies will take good care of her." The women quickly replied that they wouldn't dare. "Golden Dove and Silver Staff" then turned to Gao Lianying and said, "From now on, you can't act like a child anymore. You have to listen to your older sisters." Gao Lianying nodded shyly in agreement. "Golden Dove and Silver Staff" looked at the others again, then turned and walked straight up the cliff.

Lan Tianpeng and the others quickly bowed and said respectfully, "Senior, please take care. We apologize for not seeing you off further." "Golden Dove and Silver Staff" turned back, smiled, and waved before squeezing into the thinning crowd.

Xiao Qionghua, Ouyang Zi, and the other women pulled the shy Gao Lianying over, and they quickly became acquainted. Lan Xiangji smiled and said to Gao Lianying, "Auntie, so you've come to question me."

Huangfu Hui laughed, "Of course! One is a handsome and talented young man who showed affection and then abandoned the relationship; the other is a beautiful woman disguised as a man who took away someone's ideal husband. How could they not be angry?" These words not only made Gao Lianying blush, but also made Ouyang Zi and Lan Tianpeng's faces turn as red as cloth.

Xiao Qionghua suppressed a laugh and said to everyone, "Almost everyone has left, let's go too." So, the group walked up the slope towards the cliff.

As they went, Lan Tianpeng turned his head and saw that "Double Palms Shake the Universe" and others from the "Dragon and Phoenix Society" were still chatting and laughing, pretending to discuss something. Of course, they were using this as an excuse to secretly follow and protect them. Reaching the top of the cliff, the scattered crowd, like wriggling ants, dispersed in three directions: southeast, west, and north. As soon as Lan Tianpeng and Huangfu Hui left, "Double Palms Shake the Universe" and others followed closely behind.

At this moment, the sun was setting, and the sky was filled with colorful clouds, painting the majestic Huangshan Mountain behind them with a golden hue. When Lan Tianpeng and his group arrived at the farmhouse, the sun had already set and dusk was falling. In the main room of the north wing of the farmhouse, under the supervision of Chun Hong and Xia Lü, oil candles had been lit and a sumptuous feast had been prepared. The group first washed their faces, then sat down to drink tea, hoping to calm their nerves.

Just then, a female guard dressed as a village girl entered, bowed respectfully, and asked, "Chief Guo and the others are waiting outside. Do you have any instructions?"

Ouyang Zi immediately instructed, "Let them go back! We'll inform them if anything happens." The female guard respectfully agreed and turned to leave. At this moment, Su Xiaoxiang and Zhuo Yujun of "Double Swords Piao Hong" entered.

Xiao Qionghua immediately looked at Huangfu Hui and said with a smile, "Please, Sister Hui, introduce your three leaders to Lan and Lian." Huangfu Hui immediately introduced Lan Xiangji and Gao Lianying to Su Xiaoxiang and Zhuo Yujun of "Double Swords Piao Hong."

The three members of "Twin Swords Fluttering Red" had already met Lan Xiangji at the main venue, but they hadn't been formally introduced yet. Now, with Huangfu Hui's introduction, they naturally exchanged pleasantries. As for Gao Lianying, Zhuo Yujun had met her before, but this was the first time "Twin Swords Fluttering Red" and Su Xiaoxiang had met, so they also exchanged pleasantries.

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