Zhou Wuji laughed heartily, but this made Leng Wuming somewhat suspicious. Was this guy laughing so happily because he was plotting something?
Leng Wuming also had some experience in the martial arts world. He immediately gave his junior sister Sun Wufei, a wink, signaling her to be careful and not to be foolish enough to start a conversation with the other party.
"Senior Brother Zhou, let's go to the other side to avoid the two families interfering with each other," Sun Wufei said.
"Please make yourselves at home," Zhou Wuji replied politely.
If it were just Sun Wufei alone, he would be quite willing to chat with this beautiful woman.
Although Jingyang Upper Court is large, there are not many beauties like Sun Wufei.
Wuleng and heroic air about him, and while he's handsome, he lacks a certain charm. True Person Zhihua is even more handsome and charming, but he wouldn't dare mess with her.
Sun Wufei understood what her senior brother meant. She told Zhou Wuji and then led Leng Wuming to the other side.
The two sides were only a dozen steps apart, not far, but enough to keep their distance and prevent their Law Technique from interfering with each other.
"Be careful. I think that man is very treacherous and cunning. Don't fall for his tricks!" Leng Wuming used his True Qi to condense his voice and spoke to Sun Wufei, so that Zhou Wuji wouldn't hear him.
This method of transmitting sound is not complicated, but it requires profound cultivation of True Qi.
Generally, only those who have reached the Sixth Rank rank can communicate freely using the method of sound transmission.
Sun Wufei was speechless. He inexplicably wanted to gamble with someone on swordsmanship, and he was also suspicious and paranoid. His senior brother's personality was really unbearable.
She could only reply, "The seven sects are of one mind. Even if Zhou Wuji has the desire to win, he wouldn't use any underhanded tactics against us."
"That's hard to say." Leng Wuming said, glancing at Sun Wufei with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.
Sun Wufei was even more helpless. She did think Zhou Wuji was elegant and eloquent, but she didn't think she would fall in love with him at first sight.
She addressed Zhou Wuji as "senior brother" merely out of politeness, nothing more.
"Senior brother, you shouldn't have rashly challenged him to a sword duel."
Sun Wufei was somewhat displeased and no longer spoke politely, " The Cold Light Sword in your hand is Fourth Rank sword. If you really lose, what will you do?"
"With the Cold Light Sword, how could I possibly lose?!"
Leng Wuming shook his head. The Lesser Yin mainly follows the path of sword cultivation. With a good sword in hand, slaying ghosts is a piece of cake for him.
Even if Zhou Wuji's cultivation is extraordinary, there's no way to unleash Law Technique more directly and conveniently than using a sword.
He added, " Zhou Wuji only completed his Sixth Rank initiation in March of this year, just five months ago. How high can his cultivation level be? We, on the other hand, are close to the peak of the Sixth Rank. Even with two against one, victory is not guaranteed!"
Sun Wufei hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.
This matter concerned her sword, so no matter how unhappy she was, she could only do her best to win.
With the sword talisman formed from her magic sword, which is suitable for ranged attacks, and Leng Wuming wielding his sword for close combat, they should be able to defeat Zhou Wuji alone.
"Junior sister, Zhou Wuji's sword is also a fine one. It's a shame to let it just be an ornament on him."
Leng Wuming said with some smugness, "He came all the way to our Lesser Yin territory; we have to teach him a lesson he won't forget!"
Sun Wufei sighed softly, but didn't say anything more.
Not far away, Zhou Wuji sat on a rock, staring blankly at the great river.
Leng Wuming spoke eloquently, but he couldn't help feeling anxious, and he would occasionally step forward to check on the vortex.
Sun Wufei couldn't sit still either, so she kept reciting the Supreme White Scripture in her mind to adjust her breathing and concentrate her mind.
With the new moon hanging low in the sky, it must be midnight.
Bubbles suddenly began to surge outward from the depths of the whirlpool, and in the blink of an eye, a dark shadow emerged from it.
Zhou Wuji kindly reminded them, "The ghost has appeared, Junior Sister Wufei and Fellow Daoist Leng, be careful."
Without Zhou Wuji saying anything, Leng Wuming had already drawn his Cold Light Sword. The Fourth Rank sword shone brightly in the pale moonlight, dazzlingly beautiful.
Sun Wufei also drew her Azure Shadow Sword. Her longsword was entirely dark blue, and when she held it in her hand, the Azure Shadow were faintly visible.
She placed her hand on the spine of the sword and silently recited an incantation, thus activating the Geng Metal Demon-Slaying Sword Talisman.
This is a unique Lesser Yin Law Technique, which uses Sword Qi to cast spells, making it extremely powerful.
The activated Geng Metal Demon-Slaying Sword Talisman condensed into sharp spiritual runes, shooting forward like a strangely shaped short sword.
In the blink of an eye, Sun Wufei had unleashed six sword strikes, all of which landed on the black figure.
The shadowy figure's somewhat ethereal body was pierced by sword talismans, which carried away some of the dark energy.
The Geng Metal energy of the sword talisman also provoked the ghost, which let out a fierce roar at the level of its Divine Sense and its figure swayed as it reached the shore.
The ghostly smoke condensed into a real body, standing nine feet tall, its black body covered in scale-like patterns, making it look like a heavily armored soldier.
The ghost had two pairs of crimson eyes and a mouth full of white fangs; it had no other facial features and looked both ugly and exceptionally ferocious.
"It's Fifth Rank Ghost General." Leng Wuming recognized the ghost's rank, but remained fearless, raising his Cold Light Sword to slash at it head-on.
He was much shorter than the ghost, but his movements were agile and nimble, and the Cold Light Sword in his hand was even sharper.
Although the ghost was ferocious, it ultimately lacked intelligence. It threw a punch at Leng Wuming, but Leng Wuming swung his sword and slashed it across the arm, leaving a deep sword wound.
Black energy dissipated from the sword mark, causing the ghost to open its mouth and roar fiercely again.
It materialized, emitting a tremendous sound that carried a sinister, ghostly aura. Wherever the sound waves passed, they condensed into rings of icy white mist in the air.
Leng Wuming dared not be careless. He turned around to let the ghost roar past, and at the same time moved behind the ghost, he struck again with his sword.
The sword strike was sharp and fierce, piercing the ghost from both ends.
The ghost sensed something was wrong and immediately transformed into a cloud of black mist. Sun Wufei then immediately activated the sword talisman in succession.
Dozens of sword talismans shot out like flying swords, twisting the black energy into strands and wisps.
Zhou Wuji watched from the side and saw that the two from the Lesser Yin Sect cooperated quite well, and their attack methods, though simple, were extremely effective.
If the ghost doesn't have any other abilities, it will be killed in just three to five rounds.
Ultimately, it's because the ghosts are too stupid and are being countered by the cultivators 'Law Technique.
Leng Wuming and Sun Wufei, both Sixth Rank cultivators, indeed possessed superb cultivation skills, befitting their status as direct descendants of the Lesser Yin Sect.
Especially Leng Wuming's Swordsmanship, which looks much more skillful than Yizhen's.
The Swordsmanship of the Lesser Yin Sect is indeed extraordinary.
As Zhou Wuji watched the black mist re-condense a few feet away, Leng Wuming was about to rush forward with his sword, he laughed and said, "I'm about to make my move, Fellow Daoist Leng, be careful."
Leng Wuming ignored Zhou Wuji and was about to pursue him when a streak of azure lightning flashed past him.
The lightning contained intense, yang-like Law Power, which made Leng Wuming's heart tighten and the hairs on his body stand on end.
Before Leng Wuming could react, the azure lightning had already struck the ghost.
With a deafening roar, lightning erupted and scattered, turning the ghostly creature into ashes within the lightning...
Sun Wufei, who was about to activate the sword talisman, was stunned upon seeing this. She had long recognized Zhou Wuji's strength, but she hadn't expected him to be this powerful!
That was Fifth Rank Ghost General. Although he was restrained by the cultivator, his resentment was intense and his body was as strong as steel.
With a single Thunder Method, the Ghost General was blasted to ashes; such cultivation far surpassed theirs.
Leng Wuming, oblivious to his own mortality, insisted on gambling with his sword. And now look what's happened!
Leng Wuming, who was about to give chase with his sword drawn, also froze in place.
Zhou Wuji's leisurely voice came from behind the two. "Junior Sister Wufei, Fellow Daoist Leng, you flatter me."
Leng Wuming's expression shifted rapidly. This defeat was too devastating, especially since he had even lost the Cold Light Sword. He simply couldn't accept it.
But how should he put it? Leng Wuming sheathed his sword and looked to Sun Wufei for help.
Just as Sun Wufei was about to speak, Zhou Wuji walked over and, with a flick of his long sleeves, took Leng Wuming's sword from his hand.
He smiled at Leng Wuming and said, "This is a fine sword. I wonder what its name is?"
" Cold Light."
Leng Wuming couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Senior Brother's Daoist arts are profound; we accept our defeat wholeheartedly."
Before Leng Wuming could finish speaking, Zhou Wuji drew his Cold Light Sword, and the clang of the sword interrupted Leng Wuming's words.
Leng Wuming, on the other side, felt the sword light sweep over him, flashing and chilling. He wanted to beg Zhou Wuji not to take the bet seriously, but the menacing Sword Qi intimidated him, and his blood seemed to freeze. He couldn't utter a single word.
Zhou Wuji lightly stroked the spine of the sword, feeling the tough and dense material of the Cold Light Sword, and knew that it was indeed a good sword, probably of the Fourth Rank.
With a casual toss, the sword transformed into Cold Light and disappeared into its scabbard, emitting a sharp sword cry once more.
He smiled at Leng Wuming, "Fellow Daoist, you are truly magnanimous to accept defeat. I admire you."
I will treasure this sword.
Leng Wuming's face was already pale, but now it was as white as paper.
Seeing this, Sun Wufei gripped the Azure Shadow Sword even tighter. She was quite eloquent, but at this moment her mind went blank, and she couldn't think of anything to say.
Zhou Wuji saw that Sun Wufei's hand was trembling as she held the sword, and he found it somewhat amusing. These two were about the same age as him and had decent cultivation levels, so why were they both so immature?
He was tolerant of beautiful women, especially since this particular woman was very articulate and polite to him.
Seeing Zhou Wuji smile, Sun Wufei felt a surge of anger and directly handed the Azure Shadow Sword to Zhou Wuji.
"Sword Name: Azure Shadow ".
Zhou Wuji put the Cold Light Sword into the Five Spirit Pouch, then took the Azure Shadow Sword, drew it out, and examined it.
The cyan blade is dark and deep, the shape is simple and ancient, and it weighs seven jin. It is a good sword, and its quality should be similar to that of the Cold Light Sword.
Sun Wufei regretted handing over the sword as soon as she did. Why bother arguing? She should have pleaded softly; perhaps she could have kept the Azure Shadow Sword.
Just as she was regretting her decision, Zhou Wuji sheathed his sword and shoved the Azure Shadow Sword into Sun Wufei's hand, saying, "Since Junior Sister didn't participate in the bet, I can't accept this sword."
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Sun Wufei had experienced a great ups and downs, and the joy of regaining her lost sword was indescribable.
She knew in her heart that she had opposed it, but not so firmly, nor had she stated that she wouldn't participate.
Zhou Wuji was doing her a huge favor. She was naturally very touched and found Zhou Wuji, liking him more and more the more she looked at him...
Having dealt with the ghost, Zhou Wuji wanted to chat with Sun Wufei, but he was afraid that Leng Wuming would be furious and affect the unity between the two sects.
With a flick of his long sleeves, starlight shimmered in the void ahead, outlining the frame of a horse, which instantly transformed into a tall, magnificent white steed.
Zhou Wuji mounted his horse and then cupped his hands to Sun Wufei, saying, "Junior Sister, if you have some free time in the future, you are welcome to visit Jingyang Upper Court."
He then politely bowed to Leng Wuming, saying, "Fellow Daoist's Swordsmanship is superb. Tonight's swordplay discussion was truly delightful. When we meet again in the future, let us sit down and discuss the Dao."
Without waiting for Leng Wuming to speak, Zhou Wuji spurred his horse and leaped into the long river.
The white horse glided slowly across the water, its posture graceful and elegant. Zhou Wuji was also intrigued, and he recited aloud. " Cold Light the Azure Shadow, swords converge on the White Sand Islet. We bid farewell to new friends with laughter, and tread the water to seek the clear autumn."
Leng Wuming stared blankly as Zhou Wuji rode his horse upstream against the current. Under the pale moonlight, the two of them gradually disappeared into the vast river...
Sun Wufei stared straight at her, her bright eyes filled with admiration, praise, and even a hint of undisguised affection!
She remarked with some emotion, " Wuji such cultivation and such literary talent..."
Sun Wufei wanted to praise him again, but she noticed that Leng Wuming's expression was unusually unpleasant. She immediately realized something was wrong and shut her mouth.
But in her heart, she couldn't help but add: This is what true handsomeness is all about...
Leng Wuming was furious. "This kid is so skilled, yet he challenged me to a sword duel. He's cunning and treacherous, despicable!"
He said bitterly, "This is not over yet!"
Sun Wufei couldn't help but sigh. Leng Wuming's cultivation was far inferior to Zhou Wuji's, but his sister Leng Wuyou was the number one genius in the Upper Court. She was truly remarkable.
But why bother with this kind of petty squabble...?