Leng Wuyou wasn't ashamed of herself, but rather of her brother's foolish arrogance. She was also angry that her brother was so immature, thinking only of himself and not at all considering his sister.
After all, she was a sword cultivator, and she quickly calmed down by touching the scabbard.
She bowed apologetically to Zhou Wuji: "Senior Brother Zhou, I'm so sorry that this happened on the Lantern Festival."
"I know my cultivation is shallow and far inferior to Senior Brother Zhou's; how dare I compare myself to him?"
Zhang Qingning, Yue Wuying, and Sun Wufei all knew this genius girl quite well. Leng Wuyou appeared innocent and simple, and although she seemed weak, she was actually strong inside and out, and she was always serious when it came to cultivation.
They never expected that this genius of the Lesser Yin Cult Sect would publicly admit that he was inferior to Zhou Wuji.
Leng Wuming was even more astonished and surprised. He couldn't understand why his younger sister was so weak.
How could a sword cultivator at the Fifth Rank Perfection possibly suffer a loss against a cultivator who has only just advanced to the Fourth Rank?!
His sister didn't even bother to try; she just gave up?
Zhou Wuji was also slightly surprised. He said politely, " Wuyou Sister Wuyou, you flatter me. The Lesser Yin martial arts are renowned throughout the world, and I have always admired and respected them."
" Wuyou Sister Wuyou is already at the Fifth Rank Perfection at such a young age, far surpassing me—"
Zhou Wuji wasn't just being polite; when he was eighteen, he was only a Ninth Rank Daoist disciple.
He was only able to submit to the Northern Emperor's Book of Heavenly Punishment at the age of twenty-two.
In terms of cultivation aptitude, he was far, far inferior to Leng Wuyou.
Leng Wuyou took Zhou Wuji's words as mere modesty and said softly, "Senior Brother has accumulated knowledge and experience over time, and I truly admire you for your steady progress."
She then changed the subject. "That day I saw Senior Brother Zhou and Senior Brother Yan sparring on the lake. Their Swordsmanship was divine, more than ten times better than mine."
"That's why I'd like to take this opportunity tonight to humbly request some guidance from my senior brother."
"Very well, it's an honor to have the opportunity to learn the Lesser Yin Technique. Please, junior sister, show mercy."
Zhou Wuji was not surprised at all; Leng Wuyou posture did not mean she had directly admitted defeat.
Sword cultivators, huh? If they don't try, who's going to admit defeat?
The girl was indeed bright and lovely, and spoke pleasantly, so Zhou Wuji became even more polite to her.
He then said, "On the Heavenly King's birthday, the Lantern Festival, it would be too unpleasant to draw swords. How about we exchange Sword Intent?"
Leng Wuyou eyes were filled with confusion. With her level of cultivation, she could naturally condense Sword Intent, but how could she use Sword Intent to spar?
The Sword Intent of both sides are invisible and intangible; are they merely exchanging Sword Intent through the interaction of their Divine Sense?
This is rather strange----
Zhou Wuji gestured with his hand, "Gentlemen, please take your seats."
No one understood Zhou Wuji's meaning. Wasn't the plan to have a sword fight? Why were they now asking to take their seats?
Ignoring everyone else, Zhou Wuji noticed Wuming's complicated expression and knew his junior sister was overthinking things again. He went over and took Wuming's hand, then sat down in the main seat.
Everyone present was intimidated by Zhou Wuji's imposing presence, and Zhang Qingning didn't dare to raise any objections. Even Leng Wuming, who was standing to the side, obediently took his seat.
It wasn't that the group was cowardly or weak; it was simply that Zhou Wuji's Divine Sense was too strong, easily suppressing Zhang Qingning and Leng Wuming.
As for Yue Wuying and Leng Wuyou, they both noticed this, but they didn't pay any attention to it.
Zhou Wuji can't even withstand the aura he casually releases, then he might as well just obediently listen to him; what else is there to say?
Only Wuming both ashamed and happy; the sweetness in his heart overflowed directly into his bright eyes and onto his face.
At this moment, Wuming seemed to be glowing, radiating a charm even more captivating than Leng Wuyou.
Leng Wuyou noticed the change in Wuming's state. She couldn't help but take a deep look at Wuming, quite surprised. Just being held by Senior Brother Zhou could cause such a miraculous change in a person's state?!
"What kind of Secret Method is this? It's amazing!"
Leng Wuyou was curious, but she was too embarrassed to ask further.
Following Zhou Wuji's instructions, she sat down opposite Zhou Wuji.
"Tonight, as everyone rejoices, let's have a brief friendly competition through games—"
As Zhou Wuji spoke, he picked up the wine pot on the table and poured out a slightly reddish liquid.
The wine served to the distinguished guests at Cloud Immortal Tower is spiritual wine that has been infused with spiritual objects for over ten years, resulting in a thick, viscous liquid.
The large, slightly reddish slurry that was poured out did not spread out, but instead coalesced into a small figure about three inches tall.
As Zhou Wuji's Sword Intent subsided, the pale red figure had taken his form.
The pale red figure leaped lightly forward and landed in the center of the table. With a wave of its hand, a long sword appeared in its grasp.
The little man drew his sword, bowed, and gestured for Leng Wuyou to enter.
Zhang Qingning, Leng Wuming, Sun Wufei, and even Wuming were all stunned.
What kind of method is this? I've never seen or heard of it before!
Inside the huge private room were Zhang Qingning's group of maids, all standing behind the table, and they could all be seen clearly.
As the wine transformed into tiny figures wielding swords, appearing almost alive, the maids were all shocked, and some even cried out involuntarily.
Fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on the little man, and no one noticed the maid's lapse in composure.
Of everyone present, only Yue Wuying and Leng Wuyou understood that Zhou Wuji had used his Sword Intent to reshape the wine into the form of himself.
When a cultivator condenses their Divine Aperture to the Seventh Rank level, they can release their True Qi outwards, capable of breaking stones and destroying monuments within a ten-foot radius.
Releasing True Qi outward is easy, but to gather it into a physical form requires reaching the Sixth Rank.
Once you reach the Fifth Rank Perfection, it's not difficult to control some external objects with the formless true power. However, without the corresponding Secret Method, it will appear chaotic and lack practical combat significance.
However, it is extremely difficult for someone like Zhou Wuji to wield a sword by conjuring a human form from wine.
Leng Wuyou and Yue Wuying are both sword cultivators, so they naturally understand that it is not difficult to use Sword Intent to control the wine, but what is difficult is to do it so subtly and meticulously, as if it were done by a living person.
The two sword cultivators could even sense the unrestrained and uninhibited Sword Intent emanating from this pale red figure.
"Oh no—I don't know how to do that!"
Leng Wuyou inwardly cried out in alarm, but she also knew that this was a test from Zhou Wuji.
If she can't even do this, what's the point of talking about a sword fight?
Yue Wuying looked at Leng Wuyou with some worry. Although she was only Fourth Rank cultivator, she knew how subtle the transformation of alcohol into a person was. She could do it, but she could never do it as nimbly and freely as Zhou Wuji.
Even if Zhou Wuji had practiced specifically, it's still incredibly impressive that he could achieve this level.
"Senior brother's skills are beyond my reach. I can only try my best and make a fool of myself."
Leng Wuyou recognized the gap, but instead of backing down or admitting defeat, she remained calm and determined to give it her all.
As she channeled her Supreme White Sword Intent, she poured out wine. With the enhancement of her Supreme White Sword Intent, the pale red wine condensed into a human shape, which was then gradually adjusted until it actually resembled her by about five or six points.
The pale red figure also condensed a longsword, then leaped forward and stood opposite Zhou Wuji's condensed figure.
Upon seeing this, everyone praised it.
" Wuyou is amazing!"
"Junior sister, you're incredibly Divine Ability!"
Leng Wuyou ignored these voices and focused all her attention on unleashing her Sword Intent and sending her avatar into action.
As a result, the Sword Intent was too strong, and the pale red figure exploded into a cloud of pale red mist as soon as he drew his sword.
The little figure opposite him wielded his sword in a circle, blocking the gushing water mist.
"I lost." Leng Wuyou had tried her best, and she accepted her defeat wholeheartedly.
Zhou Wuji smiled, "It's just a game. Junior Sister hasn't practiced it before, so there's no need to take it seriously."
As he spoke, he manipulated the little figure to practice a set of Xiaoxiang Swordsmanship.
Although small in stature and with simple sword techniques, the Sword Intent imbues him with an air of unrestrained freedom and elegance.
Everyone watched intently, especially Leng Wuyou and Yue Wuying; they were the only ones present who could discern the subtlety of the villain's Sword Intent.
Suddenly, the little man leaped into the air and slashed at the wine jars placed on the ground with his sword.
The three wine jars shattered together in response to the sword, and the gushing wine, propelled by the Sword Qi, landed on the wooden wall on the north side of the private room.
The wall was originally painted with scenes of the Lantern Festival, with the city brightly lit, making even the bright moon in the sky look somewhat dim.
The sword, formed from condensed wine, left a poem on the wall. "On the Lantern Festival, I unexpectedly met a fellow Daoist. The bright lanterns outshone the moon, and the handsome man surpassed even the lanterns."
Crimson brocade unfolds in all directions, the aroma of wine Sword Qi rise. (Excerpt)
The walls were covered with large characters, each a foot square. The handwriting was as sharp as swords and halberds, yet as ethereal as cranes, displaying the grandeur of a master.
The rich aroma of wine, released by the Sword Qi, filled the room, staining everyone's clothes.
Upon seeing the poem, everyone wore complex expressions.
Especially Leng Wuyou, who thought to herself, "I knew this would be written into a poem! My brother, that idiot, really ruined my life!"