(o) Linghu Chong: Get Me a Jug of Wine, and Half a Roast Goose
The sun climbed higher. The dew that had clung to the blue bricks of Mount Hua's training ground had long since been dried up by its heat.
At that moment, Yue Buqun, the Mount Hua Sect's head and the Gentleman Sword, stood in the middle of the grounds with his hands behind his back. His blue robe fluttered slightly in the breeze near noon, and his expression was as calm as still water.
His wife, Ning Zhongze, stood three paces to his side. She wore a plain white outfit, and the unsheathed sword in her hand glinted coldly in the sunlight filtering through the tree branches.
Lu Dayou stood below them with his hands hanging at his sides, head lowered and silent.
Linghu Chong stood beside him, occasionally glancing at his sixth junior brother from the corner of his eye, his gaze filled with complicated emotions.
"Dayou!"
"Perform it once more!"
At last, Yue Buqun spoke again. His voice was unhurried as he gestured for Lu Dayou to begin.
After dismissing the disciples, he had sparred with Lu Dayou. Using only a single sword move, Lu Dayou had managed to withstand nearly thirty of his attacks. It wasn't until Yue Buqun used his powerful internal energy that he finally defeated him. That outcome had undoubtedly shocked Yue Buqun.
Lu Dayou had originally been no more than an ordinary martial artist, slightly above the third-rate level and, at most, a second-rate disciple. But now, with just one sword move, he had reached the peak of the second-rate level—perhaps even managing to edge into the first-rate ranks.
Even after a whole night had passed, and despite having been mentally prepared, the sight of that