The Cold Nun's Heart Trembles; A Sword Shocks Small Bamboo Peak!

Fast-forward to—Martial Aunt Shuiyue, don't look back, I'm Martial Uncle Wan!

Wang Quan Yan silently cracked a joke to himself.

He was playing on a certain cuckold meme.

He knew very well the love and entanglements between Shuiyue and Wan Jianyi—though there was no hate or resentment, only love and affection, and one-sided at that...

That's right.

It was unrequited love.

Shuiyue had a crush on Wan Jianyi alone.

Wan Jianyi didn't feel much for Shuiyue; his heart was entirely set on Su Ru, but unfortunately...

Su Ru ultimately chose Tian Buyi.

As for that.

Wang Quan Yan offered no judgment.

He didn't know why Su Ru chose Tian Buyi? But since she made that choice, there must have been a reason that made sense to her...

Nothing more to say.

As for Wan Jianyi?

If someone like him were placed in his past life.

He'd definitely be labeled a 'simp.'

After all.

To win Su Ru's favor.

Wan Jianyi even snatched the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Ink Snow Divine Sword, yet Su Ru accepted the gift but didn't return his confession...

Uh.

The inside story was hard to tell.

Wang Quan Yan wasn't there back then, after all.

He shook his head inwardly, casting aside those thoughts, then bowed slightly to Shuiyue and said, "Since Martial Aunt wishes to see it, this disciple naturally is willing to demonstrate."

He roughly understood that Shuiyue saw him as a substitute for Wan Jianyi, but that was fine...

Since he was a replacement?

He'd also reap the corresponding benefits!

Anyway.

Wang Quan Yan would prove it one day.

He was never a substitute; he wouldn't replace anyone, and no one could replace him.

He was himself.

Unchanging through the ages.

Eternal and everlasting.

At this moment.

Seeing Wang Quan Yan agree?

Shuiyue's eyes lit up at once.

Su Ru also gazed at the disciple before her with shimmering eyes.

Lu Xueqi and Wen Min exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves—Ghost Slaying God? Wasn't that one of the four great sword techniques of the Qingyun Sect?

Hadn't they heard that this sword technique was lost?

The cold Taoist nun hurriedly stood up and said offhandedly, "This place isn't suitable for demonstrating a sword technique. Come outside with me..."

Su Ru said nothing throughout.

Because.

She too rather missed Ghost Slaying God.

Almost everyone present was somewhat curious.

Not just Lu Xueqi and the others...

They were already interested in the lost sword technique 'Ghost Slaying God,' and seeing their master Shuiyue so eager naturally piqued their curiosity even more.

Lu Xueqi secretly stole a glance at Wang Quan Yan.

No one knew what was going through her mind.

The group walked out of Jingzhu Xuan.

Shuiyue thought for a moment and decided to take them to the Moon Gazing Platform. The space there was larger, with fewer decorations—if they were to demonstrate the sword technique...

It would definitely be the most suitable.

With that thought in mind, Shui Yue led the group toward the Moon Gazing Platform.

Along the way, quite a few female disciples of Small Bamboo Peak noticed Shui Yue's party. They had already heard of Wang Quan Yan's arrival and were rather curious...

After all, who in the Qingyun Sect didn't know Wang Quan Yan's illustrious name?

Now, five years later, the former prodigy had once again ascended to the pinnacle.

Just what kind of bearing did he possess now?

With this mindset, many Small Bamboo Peak female disciples wanted to catch a glimpse of Wang Quan Yan. They exchanged glances and followed along...

Before long, Wang Quan Yan and his group arrived at the Moon Gazing Platform.

A considerable number of Small Bamboo Peak female disciples had gathered behind them, a flock of chattering birds, the scene lively and bustling.

Seeing this, Shui Yue frowned slightly.

After a moment's thought, she decided not to bother with them. After all, the Ghost Slaying God had not been seen in three hundred years. If it were to emerge now, wouldn't it be a good thing to have more witnesses?

"Xiao Yan, right here will do," Shui Yue said expectantly.

Hearing this, Wang Quan Yan nodded slightly.

He glanced back at the crowd behind him. As far as the eye could see, it was a sea of female disciples, every type imaginable...

Wang Quan Yan paused briefly.

His gaze lingered on Lu Xueqi for a moment, noting the hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Heh. In the end, she's just a girl. No matter how aloof her demeanor, she's still curious and gossipy!

Wang Quan Yan smiled faintly.

He withdrew his gaze without a trace, stepped out from the crowd, and slowly made his way onto the Moon Gazing Platform.

At that moment, the sun was setting, dusk and twilight merging.

The young man leisurely grasped the Sovereign Sword in his arms, tossing the Dragon Slaying Sword aside.

Shing—

The Sovereign Sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

A faint sword intent instantly filled the entire space.

This sword intent carried a hint of an indomitable momentum, so sharp that everyone involuntarily fell silent, eyes wide and fixed on him...

Rumble!

Moments later, the sword intent grew denser and more solid.

At that instant, the Sovereign Sword was fully drawn.

A dazzling sword light streaked across the sky. A terrifying Sword Momentum surged upward, an invisible sword intent piercing the clouds, whipping up a gale around them.

Whoosh—

The surrounding green bamboos swayed and danced.

Boom!

The young man's cyan Daoist robe rippled slightly.

His entire figure suddenly soared into the air. His slender silhouette, silhouetted against the dusk, seemed to transform into a sharp sword. A calm voice resounded through the heavens:

"Heaven and earth, righteous spirit, eternal and vast;"

"Seeking not to slay immortals, but to cut down ghosts and gods!"

A clear voice resounded across the heavens.

In that instant, sword qi filled heaven and earth.

In the void invisible to mortal eyes, the pale-white true intent of Ghost Slaying God merged with the Sovereign Sword Intent, striking forth a single sword stroke beyond words.

"Boom—"

A dazzling sword light surged into the sky.

The formless sword qi was like a rainbow, its sharp sword intent piercing the clouds, and the terrifying sword momentum instantly split the entire world asunder.

"Hum!"

The setting sun hung low, dusk falling.

A brilliant sword light bisected it down the middle, a lone dying sun sinking at the horizon, adding the final gleam to this scene of sword qi and sunset.

Witnessing this, everyone stood frozen in place.

They stared blankly at the scenes before them, momentarily forgetting even to speak, merely gazing dumbly at the breathtaking sight—and—

at the young man within the painting.

At that moment, the cold-hearted Daoist nun's heart trembled faintly.

So alike!

Truly, so alike!

The same Ghost Slaying God!

The same peerless elegance!

It was as if they had been cast from the same mold!

Right then, Su Ru's heart was equally unsettled.

She seemed to recall scenes from three hundred years ago—how similar Wan Jianyi had been back then to Wang Quan Yan now?

"Rustle—"

In an instant, the women present all snapped back to reality.

Countless female disciples of Small Bamboo Peak erupted into clamor, some gazing excitedly at the green-robed youth in midair, turning into starry-eyed fans, their eyes blazing with boundless fervor...

"Ahhh!"

"That sword stroke was way too cool!"

"Wuwuwu, I want to bear his children..."