Practicing Swordplay

Yu Renyan flew into a rage as soon as he heard that. "Qingcheng is a prestigious orthodox sect! How can you treat me like this?!"

Wang Jingyuan looked at him with disdain. "Even prestigious orthodox sects have their own ranks. What rank does Qingcheng Sect think it is, daring to compare itself to the Five Great Sword Sects?"

Then Wang Jingyuan's face lit up with sudden realization. "I heard before that your Qingcheng Sect once applied to join the Five Great Sword Sects, but we politely declined. At first, I thought it was just a rumor. After all, who could be so clueless? But now it looks like you're serious, Little Yu?

No way, no way. You don't actually think Qingcheng Sect is on the same level as the Five Great Sword Sects, do you? The Five Great Sword Sects may stand united, but even if you set aside the other four, Mount Hua Sect alone could wipe out your entire Qingcheng Sect."

Yu Renyan's face turned bright red. "Mount Hua is a prestigious orthodox sect too! How could you commit such a heinous act?!"

Wang Jingyuan shrugged indifferently. "You know Zuo Lengchan, the man who calls the shots among the Five Great Sword Sects? Ever since he took over as the head of Songshan Sect, he's refined the Songshan Swordplay, brought in the Thirteen Imperial Guards, and worked tirelessly to build up the sect. Songshan Sect is now at the height of its power."

Songshan Sect was the strongest of the Five Great Sword Sects, unlike Mount Hua Sect. Hearing Wang Jingyuan mention Zuo Lengchan, Yu Renyan calmed down a little and shrank back as he said, "Everyone in Qingcheng Sect deeply admires Alliance Leader Zuo."

Wang Jingyuan leaned forward and glared viciously at Yu Renyan, a cruel smile spreading across his face. Lowering his voice, he said, "Do you know that in recent years, anyone who offended Uncle-Master Zuo had terrible luck? Before long, they were all wiped out by those Demonic Cult scoundrels."

Yu Renyan shuddered, his eyes widening. "You!"

The wicked grin disappeared from Wang Jingyuan's face. He sat back up and said calmly, "Let me emphasize this one more time: the Five Great Sword Sects stand united."

"You! You people!!!"

"I just wanted to chat with you about recent happenings in the martial world. What's with the big reaction, Little Yu? So rude. You're asking for a beating!"

"Ah!" Yu Renyan covered his face and cowered fearfully to one side.

Just then, Wang Jingyuan felt his phone vibrating. No, wait—he'd entered the game world. He hadn't brought his phone with him. When he came to his senses, he realized it was the prostitute in his arms who was trembling.

The prostitute beside Jia Renda had been quick to leave as soon as Lin Pingzhi subdued him. But the one beside Yu Renyan had been forcibly held in Wang Jingyuan's arms and couldn't escape.

Wang Jingyuan looked at the trembling prostitute and understood. She'd heard far too much. If he were a villain, she certainly wouldn't live to see the morning.

Unfortunately, Wang Jingyuan had joined the side of the prestigious orthodox sects this time, so he couldn't get away with many deranged schemes. What a shame there wasn't a second playthrough.

The prostitute's hard mosaic was already uncomfortable against Wang Jingyuan, and the vibration made it even worse. So he tossed her to the floor and gestured for her to leave.

The prostitute fled the room on all fours, as if granted a new lease on life. As for whether she'd let slip what Wang Jingyuan had said, he'd have been disappointed if she hadn't.

But without someone in his arms, he felt oddly empty. Wang Jingyuan glanced around, reached out, and pulled Lin Pingzhi into his embrace. Lin Pingzhi was startled and began to wonder if his senior brother had some unusual tastes.

Wang Jingyuan showed Lin Pingzhi off to Yu Renyan. "Know who this is? Lin Pingzhi, the young master of Fuwei Escort Agency. You've heard about his family's most famous specialty, right? The Bixie Swordplay—the one that beat Changqingzi until he coughed blood.

Guess what? Heh, it's already become Mount Hua's property. You have no idea how smooth it feels to use the Bixie Swordplay. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll generously let you see it for yourselves."

Wang Jingyuan drew the long sword Jia Renda had left on the table. It was as if lightning had exploded inside the private room. Only after everyone saw Wang Jingyuan sheathe his sword did the hair crowns on Yu Renyan and Jia Renda's heads split in two and fall to the floor.

Lin Pingzhi hadn't been able to see how Wang Jingyuan had swung his sword either, but that sheathing technique... Was it "Flowers Bloom Before Buddha"? Was that really my family's Bixie Swordplay? Why was it so swift and fierce when Senior Brother used it?

Sweat immediately beaded on Yu Renyan and Jia Renda's foreheads. If Wang Jingyuan could split their hair crowns before they had time to react, he could split open their skulls just as easily.

Wang Jingyuan continued disdainfully, "Don't think I don't know you lot have been harboring filthy designs on the Bixie Swordplay.

"I'll tell you now: only the strong deserve to possess a swordplay this exquisite. Anyone in Mount Hua who's interested can take turns practicing the Bixie Swordplay. We practice during the day, then keep going at night.

"But you little nobodies can't even touch the cover of the manual. All you can do is hide at Songfeng Temple on Mount Qingcheng, indulging in your own fantasies. Bah! Pathetic!"

"You... How did you?!"

"Heh, all I had to do was bluff, and you gave yourself away. You think I'm as twisted as you? With nothing better to do, sneaking around and spying on other people's training?

"When you were all secretly perched on the wall at Fuwei Escort Agency, watching them practice the Bixie Sword Manual, didn't you get a sick thrill out of it?

"Didn't your heart race at the thought of that swordplay once being used to tear your grandmaster apart?"

Yu Renyan couldn't possibly admit to that. He immediately protested, "I... I didn't!"

"Whether you did or not, I don't care. The Bixie Swordplay belongs to Mount Hua Sect now. If you dare use it, I'll break your hands.

"I'm suddenly in the mood to practice my sword, so I'll do it right here."

With that, Wang Jingyuan drew his sword and began practicing the Bixie Swordplay (imitation) inside the private room. As he practiced, he flourished his sword in front of Yu Renyan and Jia Renda. "Can't you see I'm practicing? Get to cheering me on!"

"Cheer? What do we cheer for?" Yu Renyan asked, confused.

Wang Jingyuan whipped him across the face with a backhanded strike. "Just shout whatever I tell you to! Quit your whining, or you'll get another beating!"

Yu Renyan covered his face in grievance and looked at Wang Jingyuan pitifully. Wang Jingyuan said, "Shout, 'Go for it!'"

"Go for it."

"Louder! What, did you skip dinner?!" Wang Jingyuan swung his sword at them again.

Frightened, Yu Renyan and Jia Renda immediately joined in:

"Go for it!" "Go for it!"

Wang Jingyuan hooked the sword he'd knocked to the floor with the tip of his foot and sent it flying toward Lin Pingzhi. "Junior Disciple Brother, want to join in?"

Lin Pingzhi was an honest fellow. Although he felt there was something indescribably awkward about what Wang Jingyuan was doing, he was a newly initiated junior disciple and could only play along.

The two of them practiced swordplay inside the private room while the two men from Qingcheng Sect huddled miserably in a corner. They also had to cheer whenever Wang Jingyuan told them to.

"Go for it!"

"Senior Brother from Mount Hua is amazing!"

"Senior Brother from Mount Hua has exquisite swordplay!"

"Senior Brother from Mount Hua is so strong!"

"We're both useless and can't compare!"