“Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the Northern Plains? As expected of being called the land blessed by immortals. Compared to the Eastern Plains, it’s more than a hundred times better, right?”
On the small boat, Victor surveyed his surroundings and mocked disapprovingly.
However, in Jian Haomiao’s ears, these words were akin to a farmer entering the city and started to patiently explain to Victor. However, Victor quickly rejected.
He had heard so many people talk about the Northern Plains. He had long been familiar with it. Did he still need Jian Haomiao’s introductions?
Just as Victor was thinking about how to take back the fate that belonged to the Eastern Plains, an extremely sharp remnant of sword aura suddenly appeared nearby!
This remnant of sword aura had almost overturned Victor’s small boat. This made him very puzzled.
“What happened?”
“Won’t you know if you go over and take a look?”Jian Haomiao sneered. With a thought, the small boat flew straight to the source of the sound.
Far away, Victor saw a man in white, holding the head of a giant beast in his hand. A group of people followed behind him and asked in puzzlement, “Old man, who is this person? Why is he such an ostentatious person?”
“Hehe, you know this person. You’ve been hearing his name every day for the past few days.”
“Who? Bai Tianjiao?”
“That’s right.”
Jian Haomiao nodded and continued, “I believe that the sword qi just now was also slashed out by him. Why don’t we go over and take a look?”
After saying that, the small boat broke through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the white-robed man.
“Bai Tianjiao.”
“So it’s senior.”
“Yes, let me ask you, did you slash out that sword qi just now?”
“It’s just an epiphany I had. It’s not worth mentioning.”
Bai Tianjiao smiled lightly and shook his head. His gaze swept past Victor, who was behind Jian Haomiao, and then very quickly shifted his gaze away.
“Senior, in the Prodigy Tournament, I look forward to fighting with the disciples of your sect.”
“That, you shouldn’t look forward to.”Jian Haomiao waved his hand and pulled Victor over. He continued, “This time, the disciples of the Sword Cleansing Pond will not participate in the Prodigy Tournament. Shenzhi’s cultivation has gone awry recently, so he will represent the Sword Cleansing Pond this time.”
“Oh? There’s such a thing? May I know what this brother’s name is?”
“Victor.”
“Victor? Oh, that sounds familiar. You seem to be ranked 20th on the Men’s List?”
“That’s right. Compared to you, who is ranked first on the Men’s List, I’m far inferior.”
Victor chuckled and flicked his thumb lightly. He unsheathed his three-foot-long blade and continued, “However, this old man said that my sword intent is unparalleled, so he asked me to compete with you.”
“I’m looking forward to Brother Victor’s performance.”
Bai Tianjiao nodded slightly. His words were well composed, but Victor could still hear a hint of disdain in his tone.
According to the rules, only the top ten on the Men’s List had the right to challenge the top ranker. Victor did not have the right, and Bai Tianjiao did not put him in his eyes at all.
Among the top ten of the Men’s List, only Luo Changxi, the disciple of Old Man Guan Xing, and Jing Xin, the son of Buddha of his own Buddhist Sect, could pose a threat to Bai Tianjiao. As for the others, they were still a little weak.
“Senior, if there’s nothing else, this junior will take his leave first.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. You can leave now.”
Jian Haomiao waved his hand, indicating for Bai Tianjiao to leave. Then, he turned around and looked at Victor, chuckling, “He doesn’t fancy you at all.”
“You speak as if I fancy him.” Victor rolled his eyes and kept the Rose Sword back into its sheath. He then continued, “We will know who’s more capable after we fight. Who doesn’t know how to act all high and mighty?”
“Hahaha! That’s true. That’s why I hate people from the Great Snow Mountain.
“Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’ll bring you to the Sword Cleansing Pond to rest for a few days. When the Prodigy Tournament begins, we’ll go to the Guan Xing Tower.”
With that, Jian Haomiao waved his hand and called for the wooden boat. He brought Victor and Yan Linyang and flew away.
After a long while, the three of them arrived at the Sword Cleansing Pond. Looking at the mountain peak that shot straight into the clouds, Jian Haomiao curled his lips.
“Poser.”
“What do you know? This is called making an appearance. Alright, cut the crap and follow me.”
Jian Haomiao walked in front while Victor followed obediently behind. Before long, the two of them arrived at the back mountain of Flying Spirit Peak where Jian Haomiao usually resided.
“The two of you will be staying here for the next few days. Don’t worry, no one will pass by. Also, Victor, follow me.”
“What is it?” Victor turned his head and looked at Jian Haomiao with a puzzled expression.
“Of course it’s something good. Just come.”
Jian Haomiao impatiently waved his hand, grabbed Victor, and flew toward the Sword Cleansing Pond Sect.
Not long after, the two of them arrived at a stone room. They walked into it, and the walls were filled with sword marks.
“Yo, Shen Zhi is here too.”
“Patriarch, who is this?”
“Oh, oh, this is my foster son. Just pretend that he doesn’t exist. I brought him here to comprehend that sword intent.”
“So it’s martial uncle.”
“You two are the same age. Wouldn’t it be disadvantageous to call him martial uncle?”
“Seniority should not be messed up.” Li Shenzhi stubbornly shook his head. Jian Haomiao was not surprised by this.
“Alright, you can continue comprehending. I’ll bring him in first.”
After saying that, Jian Haomiao pulled Victor’s collar and entered the deepest part of the stone room.
“Alright, it’s here.” Jian Haomiao looked at the sword mark on the wall, he seemed to miss it. “This is a sword intent left behind by my junior brother. Up till now, no one has been able to comprehend it. You can try it. If you succeed, you can consider it as my gift to you. If you don’t succeed, it doesn’t matter.
“Also, the person outside is the most outstanding disciple of this generation’s of the Sword Cleansing Pond. What do you think?”
“I don’t understand his strength. As a person, he is too set and doesn’t know how to be flexible. He seems to be a boring person. If it were me, I would ally with such a person, but I’ll never become friends with such a person.”
Recalling the inflexible look of the person just now, Victor gave a rather pertinent answer.
“You’re right. Shenzhi’s strength is very strong, but he doesn’t have his own sword intent. How can a sword practitioner lack spiritual essence? Forget it, let’s not talk about this. In two hours, regardless of whether you can comprehend this or not, you two will fight.”
Jian Haomiao looked at Victor expectantly and said, “I’m looking forward to it. Who is stronger between the two of you?”
“Do you even need to say that? It must be me.”
Victor sneered and patted the Rose Sword on his waist. He continued, “A sword cultivator who doesn’t have his own sword intent, what’s there to be afraid of?”
“That being said, when I had nothing to do, I once taught him some moves. It was my junior brother’s killer move, who was called the Sword Immortal. Li Shenzhi did not disappoint me. Now, he has already mastered it. In short, I’m looking forward to the battle between the two of you.”
After saying that, Jian Haomiao laughed loudly, turned around, and left the stone room.
On the other hand, Victor’s attention was focused on the sword mark on the wall.
