Dongfang Nishang and Dantai Xiaoxue watched the images preserved in the jade wall, utterly stunned.
As Dongfang Nishang put it, the energy inside could recreate them one more time before dissipating.
Wang Xian said, "I'll give this jade wall to Martial Aunt. I want to forget the past."
Dongfang Nishang nodded. "That's the spirit!"
Dantai Xiaoxue patted Wang Xian on the shoulder. "Junior Brother, don't be afraid. You still have me and Master!"
Wang Xian sighed and asked, "Martial Aunt, do I still need to watch the afternoon matches?"
Dongfang Nishang raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't you?"
And so, at a quarter past one.
Wang Xian and his senior sister stood behind their martial aunt on the Kunlun Sword Sect viewing stand, waiting for the day's final two matches.
The Sword Sect's Grand Elder, Dongfang Feihong, asked no questions.
After hearing Dantai Xiaoxue's explanation, the Disciplinary Elder, Yan Ruobing, also set her mind at ease.
Since he was a disciple of the Old Daoist from the North Slope temple, he naturally had every right to watch from here.
The time was nearly upon them, and the plaza was already packed with young prodigies from all over, along with disciples of the Kunlun Sword Sect.
The afternoon's two matches would decide the top two places in this year's spring recruitment.
In everyone's eyes, they were the most exciting battles of all.
As everyone watched in anticipation, Wang Ruofei and Yun Yiluo, accompanied by elders from the Hundred Flowers Valley and the East Sea, stepped onto the viewing stand.
"Wang Xian, you're actually still alive?"
Yun Yiluo glanced over—and at once spotted the young man standing behind Dongfang Nishang. After her startled cry, she stood frozen, unable to say a word.
"Wretched disciple! I can't believe you came to the Kunlun Sword Sect to swindle people!"
Wang Ruofei, an elder himself, glared at Wang Xian's scornful face and roared, "You've got some nerve!"
"Silence!"
Dongfang Nishang snapped, "I'm the one in charge here. If you two came looking for trouble, leave at once. The Sword Sect doesn't welcome you!"
Dantai Xiaoxue nodded, then shouted furiously at the pair.
"So you're the villain! I've seen what you look like. And what about the other scoundrel who framed him? Why aren't you making him pay, too?"
Hands on her hips, Dantai Xiaoxue wasn't about to indulge the two before her, even if one of them was an elder from Phoenix Academy.
She barked coldly, "Who dares bully my junior brother?"
Whoosh!
A figure soared onto the three-zhang-high platform in the plaza. Clad in white, he looked every bit the elegant young gentleman: Sima Jue.
Glaring at Wang Xian, who wore a Daoist robe on the viewing stand, he roared, "You fiend! Give me back my junior brother's life!"
Smack!
A palm strike whipped through the air like lightning and slapped Sima Jue across the face!
In an instant, it knocked him flat on the ground. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Lowering her hand, Dongfang Nishang turned to Wang Ruofei and said coldly, "Since you don't know how to teach your people, I'll do it for you... This is the Kunlun Sword Sect, not your Academy!"
Wang Xian thought for a moment, then stepped out from behind his martial aunt.
First, he greeted the Sword Sect's Grand Elder and Disciplinary Elder.
Then he turned to look at Wang Ruofei and Yun Yiluo, and even shook his head at Sima Jue on the platform.
Gathering the aura of the Foundation Establishment Realm, he spoke one word at a time.
"The old Wang Xian survived a thousand sword strikes from you and your father on Phoenix Terrace. But the you standing before me today isn't even as good as a wild dog on the Kunlun Mountains!"
After that, he turned back and waved at Dongfang Nishang.
"Elders, Martial Aunt, I came to the Sword Sect to collect Spirit Stones for my master and take a look at the young prodigies of the world. I never expected to see the people who harmed me back then."
At that, Wang Xian drew a breath.
He lifted the hem of his Daoist robe and tucked it into his belt, then rolled up his sleeves.
Looking at Sima Jue on the three-zhang-high platform, he shouted, "So what if you're a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator? You want to fight? Then let's fight!"
Holy crap!
You want to fight? Then let's fight!
Bro, he's a mid-Golden Core expert, and you're just a weakling in the Foundation Establishment Realm!
All the young prodigies across the plaza were dumbstruck.
Even Duanmu Xi stared at Wang Xian, unable to speak.
When had her once somewhat slow-witted junior brother become as sharp as a Divine Sword, so sharp that no one dared reach out and touch him?
Even the Sword Sect's elders and disciples, men and women alike, were stunned!
He was crazy!
He was asking to die!
Only Dantai Xiaoxue giggled. "Go on, Junior Brother. If you can't beat him, I'll help!"
Holy crap!
Now everyone went wild!
Among the Kunlun Sword Sect's younger generation, if you asked who was the last person you wanted to cross, it was without a doubt this little tyrant. Even the Grand Elder doted on her.
And she was Dongfang Nishang's only disciple!
Perhaps the world at large didn't know Dongfang Nishang, but who in the Sword Sect hadn't heard of the sect's resident she-devil?
Who would've thought that this young man in the Foundation Establishment Realm was the little tyrant's junior brother? This was going to be quite a show!
"Junior Brother, did you have some reason for what you did?"
Duanmu Xi stepped out of the crowd in the plaza and looked at Wang Xian as he descended from the viewing stand, heading step by step toward the three-zhang-high platform.
She couldn't help asking, "Why? Why did you treat me that way?"
Wang Xian thought for a moment, glanced at the sunlit sky, and shook his head.
He answered quietly, "Wasn't it Senior Sister who divorced me first? I only wrote one character and handed it to Master... asking Heaven to grant your request. Was I wrong?"
Holy crap!
Everyone was stunned by those words, elders and young prodigies alike.
Then, all at once, they remembered something.
It was the winter solstice last year: a divorce letter that shook Heaven and Earth. A young woman named Duanmu Xi had prayed to Heaven and divorced her fiancé...
Before the divorce letter had even vanished from the world,
several bolts of lightning had fallen from beneath the heavens, writing a glittering golden "Divorce!" across the sky!
That was the power of Heaven!
Even the Grand Elder of the Kunlun Sword Sect probably couldn't wield such magic!
Dantai Xiaoxue said, "Oh!"
She clapped her hands and said coldly, "So you're the wicked woman who divorced my junior brother on the winter solstice! No matter. Junior Brother divorced you right back!"
Holy crap!
At that, the elders and disciples on and below the viewing stand burst into laughter.
The little tyrant's words were like knives, striking straight at the heart!
Duanmu Xi nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
It was true. She had written that divorce letter herself and even dripped her blood onto it!
But back then, she had thought her junior brother was already dead!
Who could have known he'd made it to Kunlun long ago...
Step by step, Wang Xian climbed onto the three-zhang-high platform.
He waved at his senior sister and martial aunt.
Looking up toward the depths of the heavens, he said, word by word, "Sima Jue, you know better than anyone who killed Long Jie... Since you want to fight, there's no need to explain yourself!"
Sima Jue panicked at once. He heard the unspoken meaning in Wang Xian's words.
With a sharp clang, he drew the spirit sword in his hand and pointed it at Wang Xian, five zhang away.
He roared, "Fine by me! I never thought a traitor from the Academy would come to Kunlun. Today, I'll uphold Heaven's justice and kill you!"
Wang Xian drew his gaze back from the heavens.
He gave a cold snort. "Heaven knows who's right and who's wrong. But so what?"
Sima Jue snarled, "Draw your sword!"
Wang Xian shook his head. "A jumping clown like you isn't worth drawing my sword for!"
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