Shocking Swan Sword Art and Startled Swan Sword Formula

"Sign it and put your thumbprint on it. No backing out!"

Zhao Yuanling's voice rang across the open ground outside the pill chamber, brimming with the satisfaction of a scheme gone right.

The disciples who looked like his attendants were already clearing the nearest arena, plainly afraid Ye An might change his mind.

News spread faster than the wind.

Before the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed, plenty of Hanging Sword Sect disciples had gathered around the arena outside the pill chamber. They stood in small groups, their gazes darting between Ye An and Zhao Yuanling.

"I heard Senior Brother Zhao is making a wager on a match. Is it true?"

"He's put up Mystic-Pattern Cold Iron. How could it be fake?"

"That kid's in Qi Condensation too? Doesn't look like it."

The crowd looked Ye An over. Not only did he carry no sword, he wasn't even wearing the Hanging Sword Sect's standard attire.

"Where did he come from?"

"No idea. Senior Sister Lin brought him, so he can't be too bad... right?"

"Even if he is, it's too late! There are barely a few people of our generation who can withstand thirty moves of Senior Brother Zhao's Shocking Swan Sword Art!"

Opinions flew in every direction.

Everyone was guessing who was stronger, but one person lowered his voice and said something else.

"I heard Senior Brother Zhao is a direct-line son of the Zhao Family in neighboring Xiyun Prefecture. The martial powers there are a fair bit weaker than ours in Cangwu Prefecture, but the Zhao Family has a Gathered Origin Realm ancestor in his seventies holding down the fort. They're the undisputed power there. His family prepared that Mystic-Pattern Cold Iron for him. It was meant to be forged into a Mystic