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The Dazzling New Star of the Heroes of the Martial World
In the battle for the Black Moon Box, the Time Master took the initiative to attack in order to protect the treasure. The Time Spear was wielded, pointing directly at Dao Rulai. Dao Rulai was not to be outdone and unleashed the Compassionate Thousand Hands. The two techniques clashed, shaking the mountains and rivers; neither side gained an advantage. The Time Master, eager for a quick resolution, unleashed his famous move, Waves of Turmoil, instantly filling the area with mist that obscured vision; the sheer force of it moved the ground and dimmed the sun and moon as it surged toward Dao Rulai. Knowing that this move was extraordinary, Dao Rulai quickly gathered his inner energy, and the Swastika Seal emerged, presenting a massive swastika-shaped force that blocked the attack from the Time Master. At the same time, several Swastika Seals surrounded the Time Master.
Seeing no way to escape, the Time Master unleashed his ultimate technique, Assassinate No One. The two ultimate techniques collided, shattering the Swastika Seal. Just as the seal was broken, Dao Rulai made his move; with lightning speed, he struck Time Master. The Time Master was severely injured, spitting out nearly half a liter of blood. As the outcome of this battle was declared, Dao Rulai took possession of the Black Moon Box.
Injured, the Time Master continued toward the Snow Sea Human Bone Bridge.
Inside the Tongfu Inn, figures such as the Hall Master of the Famous Sword Hall and the leader of the Bagua Gate arrived with grievances. Suddenly, a verse echoed from upstairs: "A thousand years of spring, ten thousand years of autumn, where does the peak remain? Striving for ascendance, when will it cease? Looking back at the stormy clouds."
Upon hearing this verse, Supreme Blade, Zhao Cai, and others were taken aback. Just as everyone was still in shock, a person stepped out from upstairs—an extraordinary figure filled with pride; this person was none other than the legendary sword saint of unmatched martial arts, Murong Mulong. The innkeeper then addressed everyone: "This person is our inn's owner; you may speak with him."
Since Supreme Blade, Zhao Cai, and others had entered society later and did not recognize the Sword Saint or had not heard his verse, no one in attendance could identify him as such. The crowd's astonishment stemmed from being overwhelmed by his imposing presence.
Supreme Blade spoke: "You are the owner; my disciple was killed in your inn. Do you know who the murderer is?"
The Sword Saint replied: "It was I."
Zhao Cai: "You are quite honest to admit it."
The Sword Saint said: "Those with strength should act accordingly."
Supreme Blade asked: "Why did you kill those two?"
The Sword Saint answered: "They broke the rules and should be punished."
Supreme Blade said, "You have no right to decide their lives and deaths."
The Sword Saint replied, "This place is mine; I will do as I please, and no one shall interfere."
Zhao Cai stated, "Words are useless. A life for a life; everyone, let’s bring him to justice together."
The crowd dared not act rashly. The Sword Saint said, "How about this: if anyone here can take one of my strikes and survive, I will willingly accept my fate."
Upon hearing this, the crowd shuddered. Supreme Blade understood that his disciple had died without a trace, indicating that this person possessed extraordinary strength and was not to be tested lightly. However, Zhao Cai, blinded by hatred and disturbed in mind, stepped forward and declared, "I will take your strike."
The Sword Saint responded, "What courage! To ensure fairness, let us each use one move."
Zhao Cai replied, "Very well, my moment of revenge has come. Prepare yourself." He then unleashed his strongest technique, the Eighth Trigram True Qi's Ninth Layer, directly targeting the Sword Saint.
In an instant, the Sword Saint flicked his fingers, and a wave of sword energy swept forth, breaking through the Eighth Trigram True Qi. Another soul was added to the yellow springs. The Sword Saint remarked, "This is a duel with a vast disparity in strength; it is meaningless."
Zhao Cai fell to the ground in response, causing the crowd to tremble in fear. The Sword Saint continued, "Is there anyone else who wishes to try? If not, please leave and remember to take the bodies with you."
To save their own lives, everyone left Tongfu Inn.
On Rock Peak, Three Hands officially faced off against Qin Se Pi Pa. To gain Sound Symbol, Three Hands lightly spun his paper umbrella and sent several streams of energy towards Qin Se Pi Pa, who dared not confront him directly and quickly dodged. Subsequently, Qin Se Pi Pa positioned the Pipa before him and played the Death Lament, filling the air with haunting melodies. It seemed there was no room for negotiation; it was either you die or I fall. Three Hands revealed his ultimate skill—the umbrella opened like the sun and moon in motion—instantly creating a vortex of energy around him that struck towards Qin Se Pi Pa. As their techniques clashed, the scene was left in ruins; only Test Stone remained standing unscathed.
The two exchanged blows for dozens of rounds; Qin Se Pi Pa aimed directly at vital points with lethal intent while Three Hands relentlessly targeted critical areas without mercy. The battle was fiercely contested.
Seeing that neither could gain the upper hand after prolonged combat, Qin Se Pi Pa resorted to extreme measures and simultaneously played three instruments: the guqin, the se, and the Pipa, determined to kill his opponent. Observing this, Three Hands unleashed his strongest technique—the Third Hand—his body radiating brilliant light. An astonishing sight unfolded before Qin Se Pi Pa: a third hand sprouted from Three Hands' chest—one resembling a devil's hand and another glowing with high energy. Both understood that after this move, one would surely fall.
Just as their ultimate techniques were about to collide, Test Stone suddenly released two powerful sword energies aimed at both combatants. This sword energy was one of four absorbed from the legendary strike of old—Test Stone’s own technique: One Sword to Level the Field. With this move breaking both techniques simultaneously, it sent Qin Se Pi Pa and Three Hands crashing down to the southern and northern peaks of Rock Peak, respectively. At that moment, Test Stone proclaimed, "A spark cannot compete with the brilliance of the sun and moon!"
Struck down by the Test Stone, both Three Hands and Qin Se Pi Pa were severely injured and left Rock Peak.
Yi Junsheng and Sanwei Daoist arrived early at Murong Manor with gifts. The entrance of Murong Manor was bustling with activity; it wasn't just them who had arrived early, but many renowned figures, swordsmen, and knife fighters from the martial world had also come ahead of time. Yi Junsheng said, "With so many people arriving early, their intentions are clear."
Sanwei Daoist asked, "How do you know what their purpose is?"
Yi Junsheng replied, "It's obvious even without thinking; they have all come for the First Beauty."
Sanwei Daoist remarked, "You're wearing a mask; how will they let you in?"
Yi Junsheng assured him, "Don't worry about that. Money can make the devil push the millstone; I don't believe those two at the entrance can resist the lure of money."
Seeing this, Yi Junsheng approached the two guards at the manor's entrance and exchanged a few words with them before slipping a bag of silver into one of their hands. He was then able to enter the manor smoothly. Sanwei Daoist sighed, "How many people in this world can see through fame and fortune?"
Once inside the manor, many swordsmen and renowned figures expressed their desire to meet Sister Murong. Yi Junsheng, unable to resist the pull of worldly customs, joined in as well. The Murong Manor Owner could not refuse their enthusiasm and ordered a servant to summon Murong Yaoxian. Everyone was eager, and Yi Junsheng was particularly anxious; even Sanwei Daoist looked forward to it eagerly.
Just as everyone was becoming impatient, Murong Yaoxian finally appeared after much calling. Upon seeing her, everyone exclaimed in unison, "Wow!" They were all left speechless. Such beauty made fish sink and wild geese fall; the bright moon hid away and beautiful flowers blushed in shame. She possessed a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall, a face that could hide the moon and shame flowers. Even if Xi Shi or Wang Zhaojun were alive today, they would pale in comparison. Murong Yaoxian bowed and said, "Esteemed martial heroes, this lady greets you." Her sweet and gentle voice brought everyone back to reality.
With a long spear held high, Sima Qian said, "Miss, your beauty is like that of an immortal; you truly deserve to be called the First Beauty."
Murong Yaoxian replied, "You flatter me, young master."
Yi Junsheng thought to himself: She truly has substance; even ten Half-Face Beauties cannot compare to her one ten-thousandth. Since Half-Face Beauty does not favor me, I cannot be blamed for falling for someone else. Hmm... hmm.
"Absolutely no exaggeration, Miss, your beauty is beyond words. I, Yi Junsheng, have prepared a piece of white paper to capture your likeness for admiration."
Upon hearing this, the crowd reacted with anger: "Admiration?"
Yi Junsheng quickly corrected himself: "Oh, I meant appreciation."
At that moment, someone stepped forward from the crowd: "I am Zhang Qian from A Brush of Ink. Allow me to capture the young lady's likeness." With a flourish of his brush, Zhang Qian swiftly painted an image of Murong Yaoxian. The crowd observed, and the painting was remarkably lifelike and vivid.
Sanwei Daoist remarked: "You are being too rude; to ask for Miss Murong's portrait upon first meeting is quite inappropriate."
Murong Yaoxian looked at the painting and said: "It's fine; it truly resembles me. I didn't expect Mr. Zhang's painting skills to be so extraordinary; it's quite rare."
Zhang Qian replied: "Thank you for your praise, Miss. If you like this painting, you may keep it."
Murong Yaoxian responded: "How could I possibly accept this?"
Zhang Qian answered: "The portrait is of you; it would be perfectly appropriate for you to keep it."
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