Chapter 122 : Enchantment Technique
Chapter 122: Enchantment Technique
Hearing the furious shout of the young general—
everyone fell into a daze.
None of them had expected that the son of the Great General Overlord Spear, the inheritor of the Overlord Blade Sect, who cultivated the supreme martial art Astonishing Transformation—
would be no different from the rest of the Jianghu people.
He too had been defeated by a single sword strike.
There was nothing special about it whatsoever.
For a moment, everyone’s expressions turned strange, as if they felt that this Overlord Blade Sect, one of the Eight Hidden Sects, was nothing more than that.
“Again!”
Xiang Changfeng let out a long roar. His feet suddenly stomped against the city wall, both hands gripping the spear tightly as he exerted force.
“Boom!”
The spear was instantly pulled free, leaving behind a pair of footprints on the wall.
His figure shot forward like an arrow toward Li Yunqing, the spear in his hand gleaming sharply, its red tassel fluttering as it pointed straight at her chest.
“Clang!”
Li Yunqing’s long sword hummed as she swept it horizontally.
At the instant the sword light burst forth, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent for a moment.
In the next instant, that sword light once again fell upon Xiang Changfeng’s face.
“How can this be?!”
Xiang Changfeng’s expression changed drastically. He had no choice but to raise his spear horizontally before his chest once more.
“Boom!”
Another thunderous explosion rang out.
His body was sent flying again, crashing heavily against the city wall, his entire figure pressed against it.
A trace of daze appeared in his expression.
“I lost again…”
“The exact same sword…”
“I can’t even block a single strike from her!”
Xiang Changfeng muttered, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, his face turning pale as paper.
If not for his spear blocking the blow, if not for the armor he wore, he would likely have been gravely injured by now.
Even so, he could feel his body as if frozen solid, an icy chill raging within him.
Yet this injury was far less devastating than the blow of his defeat.
“Bang!”
Xiang Changfeng slid down the city wall and fell to the ground, his spear landing in the distance.
“I don’t believe it!”
Like an extremely stubborn youth, he still could not accept the fact that he had been defeated by a single sword.
Just as he was about to get up and retrieve his spear, several junior officers rushed forward, dragging and carrying him away.
Even so, his voice still rang across the entire scene:
“Li Yunqing, just you wait! This doesn’t count—I will find you again!”
Hearing this, those Jianghu people who had also suffered crushing defeat under Li Yunqing’s sword all burst into laughter.
Compared to this inheritor of the Overlord Blade Sect, the son of the Great General Overlord Spear, it seemed their loss of face was far less severe.
“Next!”
Li Yunqing stood with her sword in hand, her expression as gentle and serene as ever.
Her figure was graceful and alluring, appearing all the more delicate.
Yet at this moment, no one dared to underestimate her in the slightest.
Even the Overlord Blade Sect, one of the Eight Hidden Sects, had been defeated—by the same single strike, without forcing her to use a second sword.
Such strength absolutely granted her the qualification to look down upon her generation.
“Tiangang Alliance—Yan Beikuang has come to fight!”
The moment the voice rang out, a figure stepped across tree trunks and rooftops, rapidly approaching.
In just a few moments, he stood firmly upon the arena.
Also around twenty years old, also at Perfection of the Qi Realm. The only difference was that Yan Beikuang carried a blade on his back.
“Yan Beikuang… the son of the Alliance Leader of the Tiangang Alliance?”
“It’s said his blade techniques are unrivaled among the younger generation—that’s how he earned the name Beikuang!”
“That’s right, it’s him!”
“What he cultivates is the Proud Cold Mad Blade, created by the Alliance Leader of the Tiangang Alliance—also a supreme martial art.”
Seeing Yan Beikuang appear, many people cried out in surprise.
These inheritors of the Hidden Sects were all under twenty, yet immensely powerful, far surpassing ordinary Jianghu people.
This was the gap created by inheritance and resources.
For Jianghu people, obtaining a high-grade cultivation method was already a blessing from the heavens—supreme martial arts were beyond even their dreams.
But within the Hidden Sects, supreme martial arts were abundant.
Suddenly—
“Snow Drifts Across the World!”
The moment Yan Beikuang stepped onto the arena, he showed no hesitation. Without even speaking further, his long blade had already slashed out.
At that instant, a frigid aura swept through heaven and earth, frost and snow scattering. Many people could not help but shiver.
This was precisely the supreme martial art, Proud Cold Mad Blade.
Once unleashed, cold energy drifted, like bone-piercing blade qi crisscrossing the air.
“Using the path of frost before me?”
Seeing this, Li Yunqing was somewhat surprised, yet she still said nothing. Her long sword hummed in her hand.
“Clang!”
At that instant, the boundless cold energy seemed to find a destination, all surging into Li Yunqing’s sword.
In the next moment, sword light burst forth, and the wind and snow of heaven and earth froze for an instant.
When everyone regained their senses, they saw that the sword light had already reached Yan Beikuang’s chest.
“What?!”
“The cold energy I unleashed has become her strength?!”
Yan Beikuang was shocked. That was the frigid aura drawn forth by his own intent, yet it had been seized just like that.
What he found even harder to accept was that the sword light was too fast—so fast that he had almost failed to react.
Now that he had come back to his senses, he could only raise his blade horizontally before him.
“Bang!”
His blade trembled violently, and icy energy instantly spread across his entire body.
In the next moment, his body fared no better than Xiang Changfeng’s—he too was sent flying, crashing heavily into the palace wall.
“Boom!”
The wall trembled, faintly imprinting a human-shaped mark.
Yan Beikuang was decisive. He immediately sheathed his blade, borrowed the force to leap up, and dashed away into the distance.
Only a somewhat arrogant voice remained behind:
“In this battle, I willingly admit defeat. We shall fight again another day!”
Lose the battle, but not the bearing.
After running to a deserted corner, Yan Beikuang suddenly stopped, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning pale.
Yet he muttered to himself:
“Good thing… I didn’t lose face in front of everyone. Better than that damned Xiang Changfeng!”
But when he thought of the girl, Yan Beikuang plopped down onto the ground, his expression extremely gloomy.
The dignified son of the Tiangang Alliance Leader, known as Yan Beikuang, could not even block a single sword strike from that girl.
Such a crushing defeat made him question his very life.
“If Beikuang exists, why must Yunqing exist as well?!”
“No… sooner or later, I’ll reclaim my honor!”
After muttering a few more words, Yan Beikuang slowly stood up and walked off with a dejected expression.
Before the palace gates—
everyone had yet to recover from Yan Beikuang’s swift departure. Silence filled the air.
No one had expected that the girl would still defeat her opponent with a single sword.
The entire Jianghu of the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty, including the Eight Hidden Sects, had no one who could withstand her.
Such a scene made everyone grow even more silent.
“Hundred Flowers Sect—disciple of the Hundred Flowers Fairy, Xie Lianyue, greets Miss Yunqing.”
At this moment, a crisp and gentle voice, carrying a lingering echo, rang throughout the scene, reverberating endlessly.
Just hearing that voice alone, whether man or woman, everyone felt their hearts stir inexplicably, as if an endless longing arose within them.
It was as if they wanted to pull the owner of that voice into their arms and cherish her dearly.
As everyone looked around—
a girl dressed in a pink gown spun gracefully, descending onto the arena like a dance.
In an instant, fragrant breezes spread through the air, stirring the hearts of all.
For a time, everyone’s gaze toward the pink-clad girl turned dazed, as if they were looking at their beloved.
“Little sister… fighting and killing are matters for those foul men. Why don’t we sit together for a while?”
Xie Lianyue’s body was soft boneless, her steps like a spirit serpent dancing, or a butterfly fluttering, as she slowly approached Li Yunqing.
In a fight, she might not be a match.
After all, both Yan Beikuang and Xiang Changfeng had lost.
But the Hundred Flowers Sect cultivated enchantment arts, possessing the supreme technique Profound Yin Dream-Stealing Guide, which could draw people into illusions. Those with weak willpower would even fall into deep sleep.
Within dreams, they would sink into the sea of desire, unable to extricate themselves.
If she could defeat Li Yunqing this way, it would prove that the Hundred Flowers Sect surpassed sects like the Overlord Blade Sect and the Tiangang Alliance.
Sensing the waves of fragrant wind, Li Yunqing’s brows moved slightly.
She faintly felt an invisible force, carried by the drifting fragrance, seeping into her body through every opening.
It was a peculiar True Qi, like intangible mist, exuding a fragrant aura.
It seemed to be attempting to beguile her Yin Spirit, to disrupt her will.
Yet because it was too weak, it could not even shake the garments of her Yin Spirit.
Feeling that force, Li Yunqing felt a sense of relief in her heart.
“An enchantment technique?”
“So the Hundred Flowers Sect really isn’t a proper sect!”
“Good thing I didn’t go!”
She found it hard to imagine—
if someone like herself were to cultivate enchantment techniques as well—
that would be like playing with fire.
All the men in the world would probably go mad, wouldn’t they?