As usual, the Sword Trial of Aoyama was held in the Sword Forest on Tianguang Peak.
Ping Yong-Ka didn't have a sword, so he couldn't ride it, so he had to run.
A dust dragon left the Sword-Washing Stream along with the grass scraps, and soon arrived at the foot of Tianguang Peak, but he was stopped by someone.
The disciple of Tianguang Peak wiped off the grass scraps on his face and spat on the ground. He looked at Ping Yong-Ka and asked angrily, "Which peak are you from?"
Ping Yong-Ka didn't respond. A dozen sword strings came out from his fingers, forming a shapeless sword net.
The disciple of Tianguang Peak was taken aback, and said, "Oh, you are a Big Sister of Qingrong Peak. Please come in."
Tianguang Peak was the main peak of Aoyama, but he was a motherless child now, so he didn't dare offend the other peaks, not to mention that this was a Big Sister of Qingrong Peak.
The whole of Aoyama knew that Peak Master Nan Wang was behind closed doors, but he drank more wine than usual. It was evident that he was in a bad mood for a few years.
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The Sword Forest was made up of hundreds of stone pillars, each of which was more than one thousand feet high and looked like a thin sword, half of which reached into the clouds, full of lethal intent.
There were nine stone platforms on the cliff wall opposite the Sword Forest, where the elders of the nine peaks sat. The regular disciples of Aoyama were scattered around the Sword Forest.
Ping Yong-Ka walked to the back of the Big Sisters of Qingrong Peak with his head lowered. Not far behind him were the disciples of Shiyue Peak. If he took a step back, he would be regarded as a disciple of Shiyue Peak, and if he took a step forward, he would be regarded as a disciple of Qingrong Peak.
As for why the disciple of Tianguang Peak and the others mistook him for a woman, it was because he had slept on the Sword Peak for a few years and stayed behind closed doors for a year. He didn't drink or drink a drop of water, so he was thin and small, and he wore a conical hat.
He thought he had made a good choice. As he was feeling proud of himself, he suddenly saw a pair of feet in front of him, and a calm and gentle voice rang out, "What are you doing here?"
He hadn't heard that voice for many years, but he could easily recognize that it was Senior Master Mei Li of Qingrong Peak.
He couldn't help but groan inwardly, thinking, "What are you doing here instead of sitting on the stone platform?"
As he was about to say that he was a disciple of Shiyue Peak, he suddenly heard Mei Li say, "Since you are here, you should take a good look."
Having said that, Mei Li left Jing Jiu's side; but she didn't go to the high platform; instead, she stood in front of the disciples of Qingrong Peak.
Ping Yong-Ka was startled, but he didn't think too much about it, because the Sword Trial Competition had already begun.
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An extremely cold and sharp sword light pierced through the clouds and pursued the flying sword in front of it.
The flying sword's power was not weak. Everywhere it passed, there was a burst of thunder, but it could do nothing to the sword light behind it.
After brushing past each other several times, the two flying swords finally met in the air above the stone forest. There was a cracking sound, as if lightning had struck.
The stone pillars in the clouds were illuminated, looking extremely terrifying.
A figure fell down from a stone pillar a few miles away, and was caught by a master. The figure spat out fresh blood; it was obvious that he was severely wounded.
"Big Brother Lei Il-kyung has improved his Cultivation state quite fast over the last few years, but he still couldn't withstand one sword swing from his opponent?"
"Look at who his opponent is. He has nurtured his flying sword in a few years. Such a talent … I'm afraid that he will be the leader of Liangwang Peak in the future."
Hearing the discussions of the disciples of Aoyama, Ping Yong-Ka learned that the loser was Lei Il-kyung.
He remembered this name very well. Gu Qing had explained to him and Yuan Qu the attitudes of the disciples of various peaks of Aoyama toward their Master. Lei Il-kyung, Yao Songshan, and Lin Yingliang were all staunch supporters of their Master.
Covered in blood, Lei Il-kyung was supported by his younger brothers of the same peak. Looking up at the clouds and fog, his eyes were full of resentment.
As the clouds and fog dispersed, a sword light landed at the bottom of the stone forest.
Jian Ruyun put away his flying sword and walked to the front of Lei Il-kyung.
Back then, he was one of the strongest disciples of Liangwang Peak. Over the last few years, he had cultivated diligently on Yunxing Peak. Not only had he repaired the flying sword destroyed by Zhuo Rusui, but he had also recovered from his internal injuries. What's more, he had broken through the state and was now a disciple in the middle state of Free Travel.
Some disciples of Aoyama were even discussing who was stronger, him or Guo Nanshan.
Looking at Lei Il-kyung, Jian Ruyun asked coldly, "Is it useful to kowtow to him every year?"
He was referring to the fact that Lei Il-kyung and other disciples of Aoyama would go to Scenery Garden to kowtow to Jing Jiu every year since the second year.
Lei Il-kyung knew that he was not as skilled as Jian Ruyun, and that arguing with him would only bring disgrace to himself, and would even embarrass Scenery Garden. As such, he wiped the blood off his body in silence, without uttering a word.
He didn't speak, but his Master was displeased, thinking that Jian Ruyun's Cultivation state was much higher than his disciple's, so why did he attack him so brutally? His Master said sternly, "Cultivation is not a matter of time. As long as the sword is in your heart, it will be useful."
Shaking his head, Jian Ruyun said expressionlessly, "You want to worship the sword devil as the official disciple; that means you have embarked on the evil path. The more you cultivate, the worse it will be for you. What's the use? Do you really believe that there is a born shapeless sword body in this world? "
Hearing this, the disciples of Aoyama around the Sword Forest all fell silent.
Ping Yong-Ka lifted his head and slightly lifted his conical hat to take a look at this person.
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Lei Il-kyung was helped down the mountain. Yao Songshan and those young disciples of Scenery Garden all believed that they were no match for Jian Ruyun, remaining silent.
Jian Ruyun didn't say anything more. He sheathed his sword and walked back to Yunxing Peak.
For some reason, he didn't go to the high platform where the disciples of Liangwang Peak were seated.
More and more young disciples of Aoyama were inclined to Scenery Garden, but nobody in the nine peaks of Aoyama had mentioned it, because it might involve a branch of Aoyama, which was something none of the disciples of Aoyama wanted to see.
Seeing that Lei Il-kyung and Jian Ruyun didn't continue their confrontation, many people, including those elders, felt relieved. Unexpectedly, a proud and aloof voice rang out, "Big Brother Jian is right."
A young disciple with an aloof and haughty expression walked onto the field. The crowd knew that his name was Fang Xingwai, a disciple of Xilai Peak. It was said that he was a member of the Fang family, talented in martial arts. Though he had entered the sect not long ago, he had already reached the upper state of the Undefeated, and was likely to break through the Free Travel state.
Looking around at the disciples of Aoyama, Fang Xingwai demanded, "The deviant methods won't work. Who wants to challenge me?"
Even if he was someone important to Fang Jingtian, it was impossible for him to intimidate all the disciples of Aoyama. Moreover, his words were obviously meant to mock Lei Il-kyung and those disciples who were inclined to Scenery Garden. There was an uproar in the field, and many people were ready to step onto the field.
Yao Songshan had thought that he wouldn't step onto the field again since he had participated in the Plum Meeting, but he couldn't hold himself back after hearing this.
Yet, he forgot that Lei Il-kyung had been forced to step onto the field in the same situation.
Hearing the discussion of the big sisters of Qingrong Peak, Ping Yong-Ka learned the identity of this person. His gaze toward him became a bit unfriendly.
When he came down from Yunxing Peak last year, he had heard a few colleagues talk about what had happened at the Grand Ceremony of the Sect Master. He knew that the Sect Master of Xilai Peak, Fang Jingtian, had already entered the Heavenly Arrival State, and this person was the main culprit who had imprisoned his Master and others on Shenmo Peak … no, expelled them from Aoyama.
This person was a disciple of Xilai Peak and a member of the Fang family, so he of course wanted to beat him up. In addition, he wanted to leave Aoyama in the name of participating in the Plum Meeting. No matter what, he had to find an opportunity to strike.
The problem was … he didn't have a sword, and he hadn't fought before, so he didn't know how to fight. As a result, he felt a bit guilty.
As Ping Yong-Ka was hesitating, Yao Songshan and a dozen other disciples had stepped forward, ready to challenge Fang Xingwai.
Seeing this, Fang Xingwai wasn't afraid at all. On the contrary, he raised his eyebrows even higher, showing his self-confidence.
It was then that Mei Li suddenly said, "Let our Qingrong Peak have this round."
Mei Li was an elder of Qingrong Peak, and she had been teaching the new disciples at the Hall of Sword Washing for decades. Like Lin Wuzhi, she was highly respected by her colleagues. Seeing that she had spoken, Yao Songshan and the others didn't dare challenge her, and stepped back in tandem, feeling a bit surprised.
Countless gazes fell on the female disciples of Qingrong Peak on Mei Li's back, trying to guess who would fight next.
Mei Li turned to the disciple wearing a conical hat at the back of the crowd, saying, "You … I'll choose you."
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Ping Yong-Ka was extremely nervous.
He had never fought before, let alone fought with a flying sword, and he didn't even have a sword!
Standing on the top of the tall stone post and looking at his opponent in the distance, he felt his lips were a bit dry, and his hands were trembling slightly.
Seeing that this Young Sister didn't have a sword in her hand, Fang Xingwai knew that she had entered the Undefeated State, but it seemed that she didn't have any fighting experience and was scared. Fang Xingwai couldn't help but feel pity for her, saying, "Young Sister, you go first."
Ping Yong-Ka thought that he didn't have a damn sword, so how could he go first? He had no choice but to shake his head.
Fang Xingwai was a bit surprised, but he didn't think too much about it, saying, "Sorry for the offense."
No sooner had he said this than a bright sword light illuminated the thin fog above the stone post. Along with a shrill sound of breaking the air, the flying sword had traveled a distance of more than one thousand feet in an instant and arrived in front of Ping Yong-Ka, aiming at his conical hat.
No matter how much the disciples of Aoyama cared about their demeanor, they wouldn't give in to their opponent in a sword fight, because it was a form of respect for themselves and their opponent. Fang Xingwai did the same. He used the most difficult move to defend against in the Seven-Plum Sword Style, but he chose a more merciful place to strike his sword.
The flying sword traveled at a high speed, but its path was unpredictable. On the high platform of Xilai Peak, Fang Jingtian remained silent, but the rest of the elders smiled, feeling satisfied. On the high platform of Yunxing Peak not far away, Fu Wang even praised Ping Yong-Ka.
Ping Yong-Ka didn't have enough time to react. After a moment of bewilderment, he found his opponent's flying sword had arrived in front of him.
It was thanks to his experience on Shenmo Peak that he didn't fall off the stone post in fear. At the time, he had already taken the role of Yuan Qu and stood by the stream, waiting for Zhao Layue to strike the stone while talking to the old Ma.
He had seen the blood-red sword light many times.
Compared to the Thoughtless Sword, Fang Xingwai's sword was like a rice-sized pearl, no, a rice-sized pearl.
Yet, Ping Yong-Ka didn't know how to deal with this sword. He had learned the Endless Sword style a long time ago, but he didn't have a sword!
He suddenly remembered a story told by his Big Brother Gu Qing, and raised his hands reflexively to grab the flying sword.
Seeing this, many people thought that he had lost his composure and forgot to use his sword, so they couldn't help but cry out in surprise, thinking that they would see his hand being cut off and blood dripping down. The big sisters of Qingrong Peak cried out worriedly.
Unexpectedly, as Ping Yong-Ka reached out his hands in a seemingly panicked manner, Fang Xingwai's flying sword halted in front of the conical hat, unable to move an inch forward, and even the bright sword light grew dimmer.
Everybody sensed the sword wills exuding from Ping Yong-Ka's fingers.
"Locking Autumn?"
An elder of Xilai Peak stood up in surprise and exclaimed while looking at the top of the stone post.
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