The sun was shining brightly. Chu Li had just returned to the small house in the Spirit Medicine Nursery when Du Ying came over to inform him that someone from the Plain Maiden Palace had arrived and wanted to spar with him.
Du Ying led the way while Chu Li followed behind her.
The two of them were silent and did not say a word.
Chu Li coughed softly to break the silence. "Senior Sister Du, how many people have arrived?"
Du Ying sighed in relief and answered, "Two."
"Only two?" Chu Li's voice was filled with disappointment.
Du Ying answered, "It's Master's Junior Uncle to Lady Mei and the others."
Chu Li nodded in satisfaction.
Although age and martial arts were not necessarily related, in most cases, the older one's cultivation level would be higher. The previous generation of disciples from the Plain Maiden Palace were definitely not mediocre.
After that, the awkward atmosphere between the two was broken. Chu Li casually asked for some information.
"Is Li Xinghe here?"
"He just arrived. He seemed to be in a hurry and didn't look too good. He wants to see you, Junior Brother."
"He wants to see me?" Chu Li raised his eyebrows. Li Xinghe was smart and must have suspected him. Unfortunately, Chu Li had set up a cover and purposely got injured.
Both of them fluttered and arrived outside the Divine Light Basilica in the time it took to exchange a few words. Du Ying led him into the basilica.
In the basilica, other than Sun Mingyue, the four ladies, and Li Xinghe who were sitting behind the table, there were also two beautiful women who sat quietly and elegantly in the armchairs. Every frown and smile of theirs was charming.
One of them had an oval face that was as delicate as snow. She had faint dimples when she smiled, looking gentle and amiable.
The other woman had an oval face with almond eyes and peach cheeks. However, she looked indifferent and did not like to talk.
"Saint." Chu Li closed fist saluted.
Sun Mingyue waved her hand. "These two are Xia Rou and Xia Xiao from the Plain Maiden Palace. Senior Xia, this is our Priest, Zhao Dahe."
Chu Li closed fist saluted the two beautiful women. "Zhao Dahe greets the two seniors."
"You flatter me." The two women glanced at him and the gentle woman chuckled. "I heard that you defeated Mei Chun and the others, Priest Zhao?"
Chu Li smiled and nodded. "I won by a stroke and a half."
"To be able to defeat Meichun and the others, you're indeed a Priest of the Holy Church." The gentle woman nodded. "The Holy Church of Light really has many hidden talents!"
"Senior Xia Rou is too kind," Sun Mingyue said.
Xia Rou said, "Both Guardian Kings are so young, this is a sign of prosperity, how can we not celebrate?"
Sun Mingyue shook her head with a smile.
Xia Rou said, "How about this, I'll exchange a few moves with Zhao Fawang and experience the Great Light Sword Technique!"
"Senior Xia Rou!" Sun Mingyue shook her head and said, "Forget it."
Mei Chun also shook her head. "Martial Uncle, let's listen to the Saintess."
Xia Rou turned to look at Mei Chun.
Mei Chun shook her head lightly.
Xia Rou burst into laughter. "Are you saying that I'm not his opponent?"
"… Yes." Mei Chun nodded helplessly.
Xia Rou giggled like a silver bell floating in the air, pleasing to the ear.
Xia Xiao, who had been wearing a cold expression, shook her head and said, "Little Chun, you know what you're talking about!"
Mei Chun sighed softly and remained silent. She knew that it was useless to say anything more.
They had exchanged blows with Chu Li and received pointers from the two Master's Uncles, so they knew the ins and outs of both of them. In terms of sword techniques, the two Master's Uncles were not Zhao Dahe's match. Even if they attacked together, they might not be able to defeat him.
Xia Rou smiled sweetly. "This time, I really want to experience it. His sword technique must be peerlessly exquisite for Little Chun to be so convinced. My hands are itching, come!"
Li Xinghe quickly said, "Senior Xia, please wait!"
He had changed into a blue tunic and looked refreshed. His injury was on his left arm, which was hidden by the loose clothing.
Xia Rou glared at him in dissatisfaction.
Li Xinghe quickly said with a smile, "From what I know, Brother Zhao is injured."
"Oh —?" Xia Rou looked at Chu Li in surprise and sized him up. She smiled. "I couldn't tell."
Chu Li said, "Thank you for your concern, Young Master Li. I've been channeling to heal my injury and I'm fully recovered now."
Li Xinghe smiled. "Brother Zhao, you mustn't force yourself. It'll be disrespectful to Senior Xia if you fight while you're injured!"
Xia Rou nodded. "There's no need for that."
Chu Li grinned. "Why don't you come and take a look, Young Master Li?"
"Sure." Li Xinghe approached him without hesitation and reached out to grab Chu Li's wrist.
Chu Li activated the Divine Light Technique and his inner energy surged like a river. He turned his wrist and clenched it into a fist.
Li Xinghe quickly changed his fingers into a palm and activated the Minor Star Palm Energy.
"Bam!" Their clothes fluttered as if a strong gale had arrived.
A wave of domineering inner force entered his wrist and surged violently, trying to enter his meridians. The Little Star Palm Force resisted with all its might, but this wave of inner force was endless, as though it was endless.
Chu Li put his fist and palm together and stood still. Only his clothes were fluttering as he began to compete with his inner energy.
The domineering inner energy slowly pushed forward inch by inch. It was slow but determined and unstoppable. It slowly moved from his wrist to his elbow, then to his shoulder and was about to reach his internal organs.
Chu Li suddenly loosened his fist and took a step back. He asked with a faint smile, "Young Master Li, am I injured?"
Li Xinghe secretly sighed in relief. He would have been injured if he had been any slower.
He smiled. "It's healed as expected. Looks like it was just a small injury."
Chu Li shook his head. "I'm flattered that Young Master Li is so concerned about me!"
He looked at Xia Rou. "Senior Xia, please —!"
"Watch my sword." The long sword at Xia Rou's waist turned into a stream of light as she became one with her sword. Before the white shadow in the air disappeared, the tip of her sword had already pierced Chu Li's chest.
A brilliant light rose from Chu Li's waist. It was as dazzling as a blazing sun that had fallen upon them. They could not open their eyes.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding …" The crowd could only hear a few clear sounds as the blazing sun suddenly dissipated. The crowd was momentarily blinded. When they opened their eyes again, Chu Li had already taken a step back and sheathed his long sword. Xia Rou's sword was also sheathed.
"What a Divine Light Sword Technique!" Xia Rou stared at Chu Li and scoffed. "You held back, didn't you?"
Chu Li smiled. "Senior Xia's swordsmanship is outstanding. How would I dare to hold back?"
"Hmph, cunning!" Xia Rou rolled her eyes at him and scoffed. "A win is a win, a loss is a loss. It's true that your swordsmanship is outstanding. I can't compare."
Chu Li smiled and shook his head.
Xia Xiao frowned at him. "Divine Light Sword Technique?"
She looked at Sun Mingyue. "Is your Divine Light Sword Technique that powerful?"
Sun Mingyue replied, "I'm not an expert in swordsmanship, but the Divine Light Sword Technique is indeed powerful. It's not inferior to the Divine Light Fist."
"I've really underestimated the Holy Church of Light." Xia Xiao shook her head.
Sun Mingyue said calmly, "However, the Divine Light Sword Technique is difficult to cultivate. Very few people practice it. Zhao Fawang is a genius. That's why he managed to cultivate this sword technique."
"Such a genius is indeed rare. Unfortunately, we're the Plain Maiden Palace. We don't accept male disciples. Otherwise, we'd really want to recruit Zhao Fawang." Xia Rou smiled sweetly. "However, we can't stop the Church of the Divine Blood's revenge. How many disciples do you have above a hundred years old?"
"Fifty-two," Sun Mingyue replied.
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