Becoming a Meteor

Watching Wang Xian descend from the sky, transformed into flame, the crowd's cries of alarm came to an abrupt halt!

Almost everyone was worried about whether Meng Xiaolou on the platform could withstand the little Daoist's heaven-shattering strike!

This was not Ximen Tinghua's Flying Immortal Sword Strike, yet it was even more terrifying!

Wang Xian had sought to question the heavens with a single sword strike, only for the heavens to punish him with a bolt of lightning!

Struck by lightning and set ablaze, Wang Xian had somehow not been reduced to ashes in midair.

Instead, he came hurtling down from the heavens like a meteor!

The deathly silence lasted only a moment.

Meng Xiaolou could not believe his eyes.

Staring at the scene in the sky, he muttered:

"How is this possible? What gives you the right to question the heavens with your sword?"

Even Dantai Xiaoxue on the viewing stand was stunned. Grabbing Dongfang Nishang's hand, she said, "Master, Junior Brother doesn't seem to be coming back!"

Dongfang Nishang understood what she meant. At such terrifying speed, even if Wang Xian cut down Meng Xiaolou on the platform with one strike, either the thirty-foot platform would become his grave, or he would blast Kunlun's platform into ruins!

Neither outcome was something the Kunlun Sword Sect could bear, so she had no choice but to send a voice transmission to Wang Xian in the sky!

Hearing his Martial Aunt's voice, Wang Xian was startled as well.

He lowered his head to look at his burning Daoist robe, then at Meng Xiaolou, who looked as tiny as an ant, and nodded gently...

Then he said to Meng Xiaolou, "You're dead!"

"Ah..."

Seeing the burning Wang Xian slash straight toward the square, Duanmu Xi finally clutched her head and screamed:

"Elder Wang, take Senior Brother away from here!"

Wang Ruofei looked up at the sky and pondered for a moment. Then, with a wave, he summoned a gust of clear wind and carried the unconscious Sima Jue toward the Guest Hall.

Tang Shisan struck out with another palm, blasting Ximen Tinghua beside her toward the thirty-foot platform!

Ximen Tinghua sighed softly, thinking that this was the only way...

Amid the crowd's alarmed cries, everyone believed that Meng Xiaolou, standing beneath the sky with sword in hand, was doomed.

Whoosh!

A white figure shot onto the platform like lightning, seized the stunned Meng Xiaolou, and flew toward one corner of the square!

Beyond it lay a lake.

The spring waters rippled gently, and the first lotus leaf had yet to emerge.

Even so, the terrifying force carried by Wang Xian—who descended from the heavens like a meteor, transformed into the Heaven-Questioning Sword—

was still a hundred yards away, yet it had already sent ring after ring of ripples across the otherwise still lake.

Whoosh!

The elders on the viewing stand were dazzled, and Dantai Xiaoxue cried out in alarm!

Dongfang Nishang had transformed into a wisp of green smoke and shot into the sky...

Amid the crowd's cries, just as the burning Wang Xian was about to cleave the thirty-foot platform in two with a single strike—

Boom!

When he was no more than thirty feet above the ground, Dongfang Nishang, soaring upward, grabbed him in one swift motion.

Thus, the burning meteor instantly flew over the elders' viewing stand.

It swept over the glittering eaves of the Kunlun Sword Sect's grand hall and headed toward the rear mountain...

Dongfang Feihong suddenly laughed.

He said to the Law Enforcement Elder beside him, "Since Junior Sister has acted, the Heaven-Questioning Sword should return home as well!"

Hearing this, Dantai Xiaoyu hurriedly stretched out her hand.

She shouted, "First Elder, you promised Junior Brother... You're not allowed to go back on your word!"

Dongfang Feihong laughed heartily and placed the storage ring he had long prepared into the little girl's hand.

He sighed with emotion. "When the Sect Master emerges from seclusion, we'll be able to give him a surprise!"

Liu Qingyun of Flying Immortal Island in the Eastern Sea began speaking quietly with Baili Yuhuang, the elder from Hundred Flowers Valley.

Baili Yuhuang smiled faintly. "As long as he has the sword, he can name any condition he wants. Hundred Flowers Valley does not lack spirit stones."

Liu Qingyun sighed softly. "If I can bring the divine sword back from this journey, I fear the Island Master will laugh in his sleep!"

Rumble!

Wang Xian plummeted rapidly, and before he hit the ground, the Heaven-Questioning Sword in his hand slashed into a towering ancient tree, severing it cleanly at the waist!

The falling tree let out a tremendous roar as it tumbled down into the mountain ravine.

"Ah..."

Though Wang Xian could question the heavens with a single sword and soar into the nine skies, he still could not land safely!

Dongfang Nishang smiled faintly. "You're still too weak!"

As she spoke, she formed a sphere of golden light that enveloped Wang Xian. "Hurry and change your clothes. The people above and below the platform are still waiting for you to return."

Wang Xian looked at his bare body, rubbed his burned-off hair, and took out a Daoist robe to change into.

At the same time, he started shouting.

"Aunt-Master, please tell my master that we won't have to be poor anymore this time!"

"When I get back, I'll give Master five thousand spirit stones. He can buy as much wine as he wants!"

"No, and Senior Sister too!"

"And that fool Bear Two. This time, when he goes to the East Sea with Senior Sister, he won't have to suffer poverty anymore!"

Amid his stream of chatter, Wang Xian changed into his Daoist robe and shoes. Rather than a young Daoist priest, he looked exactly like a little monk.

The sight made Dongfang Nishang laugh without end.

Taking his hand, she led him down the mountain as she laughed. "Senior Brother, your disciple's hair and eyebrows have all been burned off. Luckily, he wasn't roasted into a little pig!"

The old Daoist led Bear Two into the main hall.

With a faint smile, he said, "You've worked hard, Junior Sister. Congratulations, Junior Sister, on recovering Kunlun's mountain-guarding divine sword!"

The old Daoist did not ask where Wang Xian had gotten the sword. To him, it was enough that his precious disciple was safe and sound.

Once Wang Xian returned home, he would naturally tell him everything.

Dongfang Nishang, however, sighed.

She asked Wang Xian, "You still have another match later. Who do you want to challenge?"

Wang Xian shook his head. "Anyone but Senior Sister."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid of Senior Sister. I can't beat her!"

"If you can't beat her, then just admit defeat!"

"Master said I mustn't surrender too easily!"

"Hehe, I'll go talk to Senior Brother another day."

In truth, Wang Xian had said that himself.

After all, the academy elders were here, and Duanmu Xi was here. How could he casually admit defeat in front of everyone?

Even if he could not win, he had to exchange a few moves, didn't he?

Left with no choice, Dongfang Nishang sent voice transmissions to the Grand Elder and the other elder, asking them to arrange for a Sword Sect disciple to fight Wang Xian!

Even now, Meng Xiaolou had yet to recover from his shock!

Wang Xian had vanished from the three-zhang-high platform, while thunderous rumbling came from the rear mountain.

There was no need to say more—he knew something terrifying must have happened at the rear mountain.

This was only because a Sword Sect elder had intervened. Otherwise...

Fuck, he suddenly did not dare think any further!

Everyone was utterly shocked.

Meng Xiaolou had lost?

Even Yun Yiluo, standing on the platform, found this mad thought hard to believe.

Although she had believed from the start that Wang Xian would win, she was still shocked when she saw Dongfang Nishang leap out.

Only when she heard that thunderous rumble from the rear mountain did she draw in a breath of icy air.

Duanmu Xi.

Even now, she still could not understand why the outcome had turned out this way.

When the cultivators in the square saw the white figure drifting through the air with Wang Xian in tow, the crowd finally erupted in cheers!

Wang Xian had not exchanged blows with Meng Xiaolou in the final move!

Yet everyone knew the result—an outcome no one could believe!

Meng Xiaolou looked at Wang Xian as he landed on the platform and laughed.

"For someone at the Nascent Soul Realm like me to actually lose to trash like you... If I gave you another ten years, would I end up losing everything?"

Wang Xian looked at Meng Xiaolou and the other two in the distance, a smile still resting on his lips.

After thinking for a moment, he cupped his hands to Tang Shisan and smiled faintly.

"This time, I owe you a favor."