I'll Raise Your Daughter Oh

On the Giant Gourd suspended in mid-air.

A look of utter bewilderment was written all over a delicate, round face.

Wine Fox Immortal sat cross-legged, sipping wine while watching; then she stood up, hands on her slender waist, to watch; then she reclined on the head of the gourd, propping up her slightly chubby cheek to watch; and finally, she straddled the groove of the gourd, sticking her bottom out to watch.

No matter what posture she took, she could not figure out what Lu Ya and Li Wuxie were doing.

Why did Li Wuxie's sword dissipate into thin air?

Why was Li Wuxie's kidney deficiency acting up again?

Why did Lu Ya say that Li Wuxie's sword lacked a soul, and why did he demand he draw the Emperor Sword?

In other words, this black sword that Li Wuxie had always worn was not his life-bound sword?

Thinking of this, Wine Fox Immortal suddenly felt a faint sense of frustration.

It wasn't a life-bound sword, and it had no sword pressure, yet it had broken her fox form in one strike!

Even with such swordsmanship, he still couldn't quickly defeat Lu Ya...

Could this Lu Ya actually be a Sword Saint?

The entire scene was deathly silent.

The others also watched with blank, puzzled expressions.

The turn of events was completely different from what they had expected.

Li Wuxie hadn't killed Lu Ya with one strike; instead, his sword had suddenly vanished.

He himself had also become frail.

And what was the Emperor Sword?

In the air.

Li Wuxie's face was grim.

His tall figure possessed not a shred of spiritual pressure, yet he stood as imposing as a mountain and as biting as the wind.

He finally confirmed that this boy did not possess the Mirror Immortal Platform physique like someone from the legends.

Hiding supreme treasures, a master of forbidden techniques, concealing his cultivation... there were many possibilities.

But since he could break his black sword, it meant this boy's swordsmanship was definitely not poor!

However, wanting to challenge his Emperor Sword with a common blade was far too arrogant.

Given this boy's reckless personality, if he were allowed to run wild in the East Floating Immortal District, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking this, he slowly summoned an immortal sword.

It was slender and silvery-white, as warm and smooth as jade, looking extremely elegant and extraordinary.

For the first time in three thousand years, he drew his life-bound sword—Si Wuxie.

He felt he had already been tainted and was no longer worthy of drawing this sword.

But the enemy was too strange and unpredictable; he had no choice but to draw it.

Li Wuxie held the slender, elegant Si Wuxie, which looked somewhat incongruous compared to his tall, rugged frame.

Only Lu Ya could perceive the aloof, slightly sorrowful aura of an Immortal Emperor.

A starved camel is still bigger than a horse, and he wasn't dead yet.

Li Wuxie spoke calmly.

"The sword Si Wuxie, five feet long, one inch wide, thin as a cicada's wing, does not strike nameless blades... If you wish to fight me, you had best give your sword a name."

Such a biting sense of ritual!

Looking at the slender silver sword in Li Wuxie's hand, Lu Ya thought, if this dainty thing encountered a python's coil, it would surely snap, right? Even if it didn't break, it would be bent out of shape.

Thinking this way, he seemed to have found the root cause of Li Wuxie's kidney deficiency—

That's right, the sword just wasn't up to the task.

Fortunately, Lu Ya's sword was top-tier.

Take the one in his hand, for example.

Following Li Wuxie's sense of ritual, Lu Ya mimicked him and said solemnly:

"The sword Salted Fish, five feet long, one and a half inches wide, as thick as a bamboo slip... it's a bit thicker than yours."

Li Wuxie:

"..."

Wine Fox Immortal:

"???"

Ning Zhongzi:

"..."

Ning Zhongzi, in particular, turned red in an instant.

She recalled that distant evening when the Black Lotus attacked the Bamboo Spring Sect, and how Lu Ya, to prove his masculinity, had gone so far as to let the Black Lotus members probe his body with their divine sense...

A month had passed in the blink of an eye.

Although Ning Zhongzi did not understand why Lu Ya named his sword the Salted Fish Sword, hearing the words "salted fish" inexplicably reminded her of Senior Brother Lu's laid-back, health-preserving demeanor.

In the air.

Li Wuxie's figure flickered, and in a split second, he suddenly appeared in the sky to the right of Lu Ya, slashing his sword toward the back of Lu Ya's neck!

Since he had decided to fight, he would abandon all arrogance and dignity; there was only one word that mattered: win.

This was the basic quality of a Sword Immortal.

As long as Lu Ya's Immortal Platform remained untouched, even if his head were cut off, it would be no great trouble to reattach it.

This strike was plain and unadorned, yet extremely swift and fierce; it did not look like the sword technique of an immortal, but rather the pure swordsmanship of a low-martial world.

Since they were competing in swordsmanship, Li Wuxie naturally would not use spiritual pressure, attacking only with pure movement and sword skills.

Trying to slash the back of my neck, are we?

Lu Ya smiled, raised his sword with one hand behind his back, and blocked it casually.

"Going all out right from the start, I like it."

Combat was no child's play; if he were to mess around with flashy tricks, he might just scatter Li Wuxie's ashes with a single strike.

Only a serious opponent could bring him the pleasure of a good scratch; as for whether it would rise to the level of loosening his muscles, that would depend on Li Wuxie's performance.

Li Wuxie was slightly taken aback.

His figure vanished once more, like a serpent suddenly emerging from the grass, and he abruptly circled around with a sword strike.

The battle rapidly reached a white-hot intensity!

On the streets.

At the cliffside.

On the immortal ship.

The onlookers were all bewildered, even more so than before.

Weren't the sword techniques of immortals supposed to be as flashy as Liu Xuanye's?

The swordplay of these two... were they bayonet fighting?

Although the movements were fluid, swift, concise, stopping and starting abruptly, and full of elegance, they were too plain, without a single trace of excess spiritual power, making it hard to understand but seemingly profound.

Could this be the world of the strong?

In the air.

Light and shadows flickered.

Ripples spread in waves.

After a hundred moves, Li Wuxie felt exhilarated and physically comfortable, as if he had entered a state of limit-breaking.

Thrilling, truly thrilling!

It had been a long time since he had encountered such an opponent, and a long time since he had fought like this.

Painful as it was, after a hundred moves, he also felt exhausted, sweat seeping from his forehead, especially his waist, which was becoming increasingly unresponsive.

He looked at his opponent.

Lu Ya stood steadily, looking at him with an easygoing expression, not a single drop of sweat on him...

Clearly, Lu Ya's movement was more concise than his, saving a great deal of energy, and his swordsmanship seemed to be one with heaven and earth, appearing full of openings everywhere.

But the moment he attacked an opening, it instantly transformed into a flawless posture.

Where he didn't attack, there were only openings; the moment he attacked, the opening instantly turned into a flawless sword stance.

Only now did Li Wuxie realize that this youth's swordsmanship was not below his own, and perhaps even stronger.

But he couldn't just lose like this, without even making the other party break a sweat.

The more moves they exchanged, the more he stood to lose!

Thinking this, Li Wuxie struck directly with a heavy slash toward Lu Ya.

Based on courtesy and stability, Lu Ya gripped his sword with both hands and met the strike to parry.

The two swords collided with a resonant clang.

Lu Ya remained motionless and laughed:

"It's a pity you wasted so much stamina earlier; this strike is the key."

Stung by Lu Ya's sharp observation, Li Wuxie darkened his face and did not reply. Knowing he was at a disadvantage in strength and unable to care about his pride anymore, he channeled the power of the Seven Star Immortal Venerable into his sword pressure.

His sword suddenly became incredibly heavy, as if it were no longer a slender silver blade, but the giant axe of Pangu that split the heavens and earth.

At the same time, he chanted the sword seal—

"Wuxie Seal."

A pure, righteous white sword seal condensed continuously upon the blade.

In an instant, silver light erupted in all directions.

The space around them shuddered.

Relying on the Wuxie Sword Seal, Li Wuxie's cultivation base climbed rapidly in a brief surge.

Eight-star Immortal Venerable, Nine-star Immortal Venerable, One-star Immortal Saint, Three-star Immortal Saint, Five-star Immortal Saint, Eight-star Immortal Saint...

Yet, no matter how his cultivation climbed, Lu Ya remained unmoved, not breaking a single sweat.

Li Wuxie, however, felt increasingly heavy, sensing his Immortal Platform might shatter at any moment.

He could only grit his teeth and hold on.

This man was simply too strong!

As the patterns of the Wuxie Sword Seal evolved, becoming complex and vast, the sword pressure radiating from the seal surged rapidly: One-star Immortal Emperor, Two-star Immortal Emperor... all the way to Nine-star Immortal Emperor!

Swish—

Spitting out a mouthful of black blood, Li Wuxie's form wavered, and he dropped to one knee in mid-air.

Before him, Lu Ya remained motionless, without a drop of sweat.

This was a man he could not defeat even at his peak!

A profound sense of frustration was etched into Li Wuxie's mind, yet for some reason, he also felt a sense of hearty relief.

Li Wuxie sheathed his sword and stood up, saying:

"You win."

Lu Ya shook his head, pointing at the Salted Fish Sword:

"No, you win."

Li Wuxie looked closely and saw a hairline crack on Lu Ya's Salted Fish Sword.

The only reason it hadn't shattered was that Lu Ya had imbued the blade with a faint trace of spiritual power at the One-star Immortal Monarch realm.

For Lu Ya, Li Wuxie was a man he could not defeat while in a spiritless state—this was the first time he had used his cultivation since transmigrating.

It wasn't just because Li Wuxie's cultivation was high enough to skyrocket to Immortal Emperor in an instant; more importantly, his swordsmanship was truly formidable, approaching ninety percent of his own brilliance.

Li Wuxie looked at the sword and nearly burst into tears.

His spiritual pressure had spiked to the Immortal Emperor level, and that was only enough to force the other party to use Immortal Monarch spiritual pressure...

And you call this me winning?

He could no longer imagine just how strong this guy was!

Lu Ya sheathed his sword, unbothered by the crack.

He was quite satisfied with this warm-up. Since there was no life-or-death grudge between him and Li Wuxie, and it was rare to encounter a kindred spirit in the way of the sword, he had no intention of turning the man to ash.

"I am definitely taking the ship, but since your swordsmanship has some level of skill, as a reward, I will do one thing for you."

By now, Li Wuxie was completely exhausted, struggling even to stand. He pulled out his Porcelain Sand Pot and took a sip of Divine Wolfberry Tea as if no one else were around. His movements were elegant and indifferent, as if he were the victor, before he asked:

"What thing?"

Lu Ya chuckled.

"Ahem, I can help you raise your daughter."