"You really are an idiot!"
Tang Shisan looked at Wang Xian on the elevated platform and smiled faintly. "If you wanted to learn the sword, why didn't you ask me? Her teaching you sword techniques was only an excuse."
After pausing for a moment, she continued with a giggle. "Actually, she was only looking for an excuse. She wanted to see your sword!"
"Hmm..."
Even at this moment, a faint dragon's roar still echoed across the plaza.
The Divine Sword had yet to leave its sheath, yet it was already invincible.
How could a true swordsman casually teach someone else the move he relied on to save his life?
Unless she had an even greater scheme.
And Nangong Fei'er before him was just as Tang Shisan had said—she wanted to see Wang Xian's sword.
A sword that had been hidden for ten years, a sword that had vanished for ten years!
In the end, she had seen it.
Before the sword even left its sheath, she instantly covered her little mouth!
Regardless of victory or defeat today, she had already won.
Dongfang Nishang, watching the scene before her from the stands, could not help sighing again.
She said to Wang Xian, "It was said that ten years ago, when the Heaven-Questioning Sword of Kunlun vanished, the Dragon Abyss Sword of East Sea Flying Immortal Island vanished as well."
There was still half a sentence she had not said.
If Wang Xian had not brought out a Spirit Sword to face his opponent in that instant, who in the world would have dared inspect his Storage Ring?
The first person to refuse would have been her, his martial aunt.
At that moment, her thoughts were much the same as Tang Shisan's. Wang Xian was simply an idiot.
No, he was even more idiotic than an idiot!
He was a complete fool!
Priceless Spirit Swords appeared before the crowd one after another, as if they cost nothing.
Just how short of spending money are you?
"So..."
Wang Xian, however, did not take it seriously. He said indifferently, "You went around in such a huge circle just to recover the Spirit Sword from East Sea?"
Looking at the seemingly delicate and fragile woman before him, he knew that she was actually an expert even more formidable than Meng Xiaolou.
A trace of displeasure suddenly arose in his heart.
He disliked the feeling of being schemed against.
Even if Nangong Fei'er came from East Sea, and even if Nangong Feiyan seemed to treat him rather well.
He did not even look at Nangong Fei'er. Instead, he smiled at Dantai Xiaoxue.
"Same as always. Senior Sister collects the money first. If you want a Spirit Sword, then rely on your own ability! No relationship means anything before me."
Dantai Xiaoxue cheered and reached a hand toward Liu Qingyun.
"Junior Brother won't cheat you. Just like us, bring over five thousand Spirit Stones!"
After thinking about it, she added, "That's the safekeeping fee!"
Liu Qingyun gave a bitter smile and stuffed a Storage Ring into her hand, murmuring, "In that case, thank you, Elder Dongfang."
Dongfang Nishang waved at Wang Xian. "Hurry up!"
Wang Xian coldly shouted at Nangong Fei'er, "How many moves are you going to make?"
Everyone was startled again. They thought, The prodigies who take the stage are more monstrous than the last. He actually asked someone else how many moves she wanted to exchange?
Could it be that he'll accompany her for as many moves as she wants?
Meng Xiaolou nodded lightly. "Not bad. Quite the boldness!"
Tang Shisan shook her head and transmitted her voice to Wang Xian. "Be careful that she doesn't trick you. This isn't a sword match!"
Wang Xian lightly exhaled and asked, "Do you want to see whether I can break this sword of yours?"
Nangong Fei'er shook her head. "I did before, but I've changed my mind now."
Wang Xian frowned. "What do you mean?"
Nangong Fei'er sighed softly. "If I compete with you in swordsmanship, I might die beneath the Dragon Abyss Sword before my own sword even leaves its sheath!"
Only then did Wang Xian lower his head and glance at the Spirit Sword in his hand. He saw two ancient characters engraved in the hilt. They were precisely: Dragon Abyss.
"You want something for nothing?"
Wang Xian shook his head. "I said it before. You can have the sword, but fight me first!"
Unexpectedly, Nangong Fei'er put away the Spirit Sword in her hand and curtsied toward Dongfang Nishang in the stands.
She said in a deep voice, "Senior Dongfang, we've fought for so long. Junior Brother Wang Xian must be tired. May this junior request a literary contest?"
Dongfang Nishang was startled when she heard this and did not agree immediately.
Instead, she smiled at Wang Xian.
As she smiled, she asked, "Last year, when I took Xiaoxue to see your master, it seemed he didn't teach you the qin, nor did he teach you chess, did he?"
Wang Xian gave a sheepish grin. "This disciple is stupid. Apart from copying scriptures with Master, I don't know how to do anything."
Dongfang Nishang was stunned. She then replied to Nangong Fei'er, "Then let's compete in calligraphy. Of the four arts—qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting—it seems Wang Xian only knows this one."
Duanmu Xi was stunned speechless when she heard this.
In her memories, she had once played the qin together with her junior brother three times before her mother.
Yet Wang Xian now claimed that apart from writing, he knew nothing at all.
Clearly, he had truly cut himself off from the Academy—and intended to sever every connection with her as well.
Had the Law Enforcement Elder crippled Junior Brother's cultivation last year, and crippled his mastery of the qin at the same time?
At that moment, Sword Sect disciples had already placed a writing desk, along with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, on the three-zhang-high platform.
Dongfang Nishang smiled faintly at the Grand Elder, the Law Enforcement Elder, and the others. "After watching fighting and killing for so many days, let's change things up today."
The Law Enforcement Elder smiled. "Everything is up to Junior Sister!"
Sword Sect had taken back the Heaven-Questioning Sword, and all the elders were in high spirits.
Why would they care whether it was a literary contest or a martial trial?
After all, this was a rare spectacle.
The prodigies in the plaza watched with blazing eyes. It seemed everyone wanted a change of taste and wished to see whether the little Daoist could defeat his senior sister from East Sea in calligraphy.
"You first?" Nangong Fei'er looked at Wang Xian.
Wang Xian shook his head. "Senior Sister, you go first. I'll give it a try afterward. If it doesn't work, I'll admit defeat."
With that, Wang Xian walked to the edge of the elevated platform and smiled at Ximen Tinghua.
"Brother Ximen, Senior Sister Tang, Brother Meng, why don't the three of you serve as judges?"
Tang Shisan smiled at once when she heard this. "Sure!"
Ximen Tinghua frowned slightly, but Meng Xiaolou grabbed him and pulled him toward the elevated platform.
Meng Xiaolou said with a smile, "I just want to see how you'll die at the hands of our junior sister from East Sea!"
Everyone's eyes fell on the three of them.
They thought that Wang Xian was quite an interesting fellow. He had actually invited three opponents onto the platform to serve as judges.
Then they remembered what Elder Dongfang had said. It seemed this fellow knew he could not win and had found several helpers.
And if that still doesn't work, he'll admit defeat?
Nangong Fei'er's beautiful eyes turned toward Wang Xian, who stood at the edge of the platform with his hands behind his back.
This fellow had already astonished her greatly. Yet now, he was letting her make the first move. Did he possess absolute confidence in victory?
Or did he intend to admit defeat to her?
This battle was unavoidable.
"In that case, I'll go first." After the three of them stepped onto the platform, Nangong Fei'er walked to the desk and sat down.
Whether she won or lost, East Sea had to reclaim the Dragon Abyss Sword today.
At this time, a Sword Sect disciple had already ground a pool of thick ink.
Nangong Fei'er gathered spiritual energy at the tip of the wolf-hair brush. With the spiritual energy of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, she splashed ink across the paper.
A moment later, a lifelike divine dragon leaped onto the paper. With the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm and countless years of painstaking cultivation behind it—
Nangong Fei'er's state of mind naturally remained unaffected by Tang Shisan and the others.
Meng Xiaolou leaned over and took a look.
The divine dragon had yet to open its eyes, but a terrifying dragon might had already appeared, as if it had been trapped in the abyss for countless years and was about to break free.
Tang Shisan looked over as well, watching and watching.
The divine dragon brandished its claws, its divine eyes about to open. It seemed ready to fly out from beneath the abyss and shoot straight into the heavens.
Even the elders in the stands were all filled with amazement. No one had expected that the girl from East Sea would wield her brush like a god.
The divine dragon on the paper seemed to possess a Divine Soul of its own.
Ximen Tinghua could not help stepping forward for a closer look before walking toward the edge of the elevated platform.
He smiled faintly at Wang Xian. "It seems you can't beat her!"
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