CHAPTER 555: CHAPTER 329: A LETTER FROM THE JOYFUL UNION SECT

Swoosh—

The longsword shot straight toward that gorgeous, cold face!

The sudden burst of power and the swift raise of her hand left everyone present in shock, gasping in disbelief; not many on site could dodge this strike.

Yet, in the face of such a terrifying thrust, the woman merely raised her hand.

Clang!

She flicked her finger.

Her knuckle bent and tapped the sword’s body. This seemingly simple motion was lightning-fast, and before anyone could even see it clearly, they heard a resonating sound.

The dull hum and metallic vibration created a sense of unease, but this move made the girl holding the longsword’s face change dramatically!

She immediately let go.

The three-foot Green Blade, which she had been gripping tightly, unexpectedly slipped out of her hand under such terrifying vibrations, leaving her palm numb with astonishment. Everyone was taken aback, for the Sword Immortal had merely flicked her opponent’s sword lightly.

Such a technique that uses the metal’s elasticity to counter an opponent is rare worldwide.

Pop!

She grabbed it again.

The talented girl indeed deserved her title. Within a second, she adjusted her stance and retaliated.

"Hmm."

Casually nodded.

She used this sword-flicking trick to bully her junior disciple many times before. It was only after Jiang Feng suffered under her for a year that she began using this trick to mock others. Even Jiang Feng was surprised, barely introduced, and her senior sister already gave the young junior sister a lesson.

The longsword fell approximately one meter in the air before being re-grabbed. Her long leg shook, revealing white autumn trousers under her skirt, and she kicked directly at the sword’s body, using her hands and feet to forcibly dispel the force Liu Tangxi left when she flicked the sword just now!

Raised her hand.

Blocked under the chin.

Liu Tangxi never bullies anyone by relying on her position. Even if Liang Yu were to thrust straight into her throat with all her might, she could hold her breath and block. Yet whenever she faces someone from the same sect, regardless of whether the opponent could harm her, she responds with very standard movements.

Facing Jiang Feng, Liang Yu paid attention to her demeanor, even appearing ladylike during battle. But facing Liu Tangxi, she dared not relax for a moment, her eyes sharp and bright. One glance at her eyes would reveal that this newly admitted junior sister indeed resembles Liu Tangxi in some aspects.

Using power against power, a foot launched the sword tip straight towards the throat. This move was steady, accurate, and ruthless, with a tricky angle, showing she exerted all her effort. But, how could the title of Sword Immortal be mere vanity?

The palm slapped the sword’s body. Liu Tangxi liked bullying people, true, but she never relied on her physique or realm to do so. When the sword tip was kicked into a bend, the sword body had to bend too. Yet Liu Tangxi could precisely grasp the long sword’s bending limit.

Just when the angle was about to scratch the throat, she slapped it back. The girl’s body twisted to release the force, turning and countering, her opponent’s head tilted back, the sword edge brushed across the chin again, palm flipped, reverse grip, wrist twisted, elbow shook—it directly re-thrusted towards the face!

"Tail Needle!"

The girl’s crisp, lively voice echoed atop Swordmaster Peak, further opening the eyes of everyone present.

"Hiss~"

"No wonder you’re so adept at fighting."

"Turns out everyone at Swordmaster Peak practices sword this way? That little princess has such skill at just the Foundation Establishment Peak; truly impressive, worthy of King Liang’s gem."

"You’re cunning, causing a storm of affection debts in Country Liang and even swiping their treasure. Aren’t you afraid that old fox will come looking for you?"

"Frankly speaking, in swordsmanship, she might be your match... Hey, Lao Jiang, are you going home every night for revelry? Why do you seem so drained; two hours and you’re half-dead?"

"Drained dry?"

He raised an eyelid, expression full of disdain and schadenfreude, the kind of taunting from a lousy friend that made Jiang Feng roll his eyes.

"You’re the one drained, I’m fit as a fiddle, nicknamed Seven Night Wolf. Look at you, can’t even walk steadily for two hours and have the nerve to mock me."

Hmm, standard reply.

Not far away, two brothers who have just finished fighting are watching the show.

Afternoon had arrived, following Liu Tangxi’s rules: every day, they spend at least three hours on sword cultivation, while the remaining time is for learning Daoist skills, training, and personal pursuit.

Since Jiang Feng arrived at Swordmaster Peak, the mountain gate reopened, with around twenty people gathered at the martial arts arena on the summit. Judging by their attire, they were disciples of the Purple Cloud Palace, some from inner sects, some from outer, with varying cultivation levels.

But the only commonality was that each wielded a sword—some carried on their back, some cradled in their arms—without exception, they were sword practitioners.

All willing sword practitioners may climb the mountain to watch the martial arts, a tradition set by Swordmaster Peak long ago. With no discrimination, as long as one’s heart is not twisted, Swordmaster Peak welcomes them. This is one reason why Swordmaster Peak is so renowned.

Propping his old back in a corner, Jiang Feng seemed out of breath; in fact, he was undergoing strength training. Sparring for two hours against Yan Fengchun with military boxing was somewhat exhausting, but...

It was only physical strain.

Now, facing Yan Fengchun, he barely felt any pressure; not threatening for sure, but rather, comfortable enough. During combat, he could ponder this evening’s dinner plan.

Compared to the initial encounter, Jiang Feng’s rapid growth is undoubtedly terrifying. Glancing at the distant match between the sister-disciple duo, he was unsurprised at the scene unfolding before him.