Immortality begins with the Swordsman.

Chapter 50 The Situation

The mountain wind howled, the snow was hazy, and the world was covered in a silver blanket.

The young girl Ning Zhongze stood beside Gu Changfeng, her tender face slightly reddened by the wind and snow, but her eyes were fixed on the front, never looking away for a moment.

In the field.

Swords flashed and clashed, snowflakes were scattered by the sword energy, and the clear, cold sound of swords echoed endlessly.

One was dressed in blue, as cool and aloof as an orchid in a secluded valley; the other in red, as fiery and passionate as a rose in flames.

Ye Qingge's swordsmanship is light and graceful, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, agile and elusive, making it impossible to defend against.

Su Qingxue, on the other hand, was quick, accurate, and ruthless in her sword strikes. Each strike seemed ordinary, but in reality, it contained surging power and lurking killing intent.

In the blink of an eye, snowflakes swirled, and the two had exchanged dozens of blows.

Suddenly.

Ye Qingge lightly touched the ground with her feet, her blue robes fluttering, as if she were being lifted up by the wind. Her long sword drew an arc in the air, aiming straight for Su Qingxue's right shoulder at an extremely tricky angle.

Su Qingxue neither dodged nor evaded; her sword tip trembled slightly, and she swiftly countered with a backhand strike—"Clang!" A crisp sound rang out, forcefully deflecting the dangerous sword strike.

The girl's heart pounded, her breath quickened, and she unconsciously gripped Gu Changfeng's sleeve tightly.

"Don't be nervous, it's just an exhibition match!"

Gu Changfeng reached out and gently tapped her head, his tone tinged with amusement.

The girl paused for a moment, blinking her big eyes: "A performance...match?"

Gu Changfeng's eyes were bright, and his expression was calm: "That's right, they were just demonstrating swordsmanship to the disciples of the two sects, and they weren't really fighting."

The girl was shocked. She never imagined that such a thrilling duel was just a performance!

Gu Changfeng continued, "Watch carefully, especially the moves of your two senior uncles, and make sure you memorize them. After this matter is over, I will ask you an extremely important question."

"oh--"

Ning Zhongze responded softly. Although she still didn't quite understand her second senior brother's intentions, she forced herself to calm down and kept her gaze fixed on the two people in the room.

Upon closer inspection...

She was shocked to realize that Ye Qingge and Su Qingxue were using the basic sword techniques of Mount Hua.

However, the same sword technique presented completely different styles in the hands of the two.

Sword Sect, Heavy Sword.

What was once an unremarkable beginner sword technique became agile and unpredictable in Ye Qingge's hands, moving at will and long since breaking free from the constraints of its original rules.

The Qi Sect emphasizes Qi.

Su Qingxue seemed to think that this set of introductory sword techniques was still too complicated, so she simplified it to the most basic moves such as stabbing, slicing, chopping, and picking.

The girl understood.

"No wonder there are Qi Sect and Sword Sect. The martial arts styles of the two sects are indeed completely different."

Just then.

Suddenly, a curse word reached my ears: "Holy crap, are these two ladies really going for it?"

Turning my head, I saw that the wind in the field had suddenly changed.

Su Qingxue suddenly switched from defense to offense, showing no mercy as she unleashed three swift sword strikes. Her swordplay was as sharp and ruthless as the wind, forcefully shattering Ye Qingge's exquisite sword technique and forcing her to retreat repeatedly.

"Be careful!"

Some members of the Sword Sect couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Su Qingxue, however, was unstoppable. With a sway of her body, she stepped forward, her long sword thrusting straight ahead.

This sword strike, seemingly ordinary, actually contained all of her inner strength, making it extremely powerful. Before the sword tip even arrived, the sword force had already enveloped Ye Qingge's entire body.

At this critical moment.

Ye Qingge's lips curled up slightly, and instead of dodging, she met the attack with the same sword.

Clang—!

The tips of their swords clashed.

The clanging sounds continued as inch-long fragments of the broken sword fell to Su Qingxue's feet.

She stood silently, her gaze fixed on the broken sword shattered into several pieces on the ground. She then casually tossed the hilt aside and said:

"Junior sister, your internal energy is incredibly strong!"

"Good luck, good luck!"

Ye Qingge sheathed her sword, smiled gently, her demeanor as graceful as water.

The two women bowed to each other and returned to their seats.

The disciples then seemed to awaken from a dream, and thunderous applause erupted...

Su Qingxue was defeated in this battle!

But she didn't lose because of her swordsmanship, but because of her lack of internal strength.

Everyone knows that Ye Qingge had a miraculous encounter and possesses profound inner strength, far surpassing that of ordinary people.

Regarding this result.

The Sword Sect's victory was certainly cause for celebration.

Although the Qi Sect was defeated, they were also gratified.

This was undoubtedly a perfect opening performance.

But then—

It's probably not that perfect.

……

……

"Junior sister, may I borrow the Purple Cloud Sword?"

Ning Zhongze was taken aback. Before she could even think about what her second senior brother was planning, the long sword in her hand had already been handed out involuntarily.

Master Zixiao glanced at Gu Changfeng and said coldly, "What kind of trouble are you up to now?"

Gu Changfeng dropped his playful grin, his face becoming more serious than ever before.

He glanced at the Sword Sect members opposite him. Apart from Cai Qingyan, Ouyang Qingzhao, and Ye Qingge, he was confident that he could defeat the others.

This time, it's a sword duel.

Regardless of how Zixiao Daoist and Cai Qingyan plotted, for others, it was a direct clash of ideologies.

Only when the top leaders of both sects are fully involved and completely subdue the other can the matter of merging sects be discussed.

But this is precisely what Gu Changfeng is most worried about.

He worried that if things got really heated, the situation would get out of control and escalate into a large-scale brawl.

Even though he had already laid down the "Sad Breeze," the question of when to release it remained a constant headache for him.

If the situation really gets out of control and escalates to a bloody confrontation, even if he can quickly regain control of the situation.

What about after that?

The two factions have already formed a blood feud, and he still has no idea how to end it!

He didn't want the situation to escalate to that point—

But now, this battle is already imminent and must be fought.

That being the case.

What he needs to do now is to take control of the situation!

"Master, let me go clear the area for you."

Gu Changfeng's gaze was sharp, and his expression was serious.

Seeing his solemn expression, the Purple Cloud Daoist knew he was not joking, and nodded in agreement:

"Go ahead, let everyone see your true abilities, lest they think you were just boasting!"

"Yes, Master!"

Gu Changfeng nodded, and before leaving, he glared at Zixiao Daoist fiercely, his heart filled with resentment: "You two old geezers have caused such a mess, and you don't even have a sense of crisis. I'm so worried about you."

Master Zixiao: 【・ヘ・?】

He blinked, looking completely bewildered: "That brat, was that look he gave me a reproachful look? When did I offend him??"

The wind is still fierce, and the snow has not stopped.

Gu Changfeng slowly stepped into the venue, his expression solemn and grave.

Holding the Purple Cloud Sword in one hand and a Bodhi seed bracelet in the other, he slowly walked to the center of the arena and announced loudly, "Thank you, Uncle Su and Uncle Ye, for giving us such a wonderful performance. Next—"

Gu Changfeng silently swept his gaze over the Sword Sect members, his voice deepening as he said, "Disciple Gu Changfeng has come to learn from the esteemed senior uncles and masters..."