Free Web NovelChapter 1132: Chapter 351 Only to Inquire About the Sword
The page boy dared not ask any further, and with cries of "Xiang Qian," he made his way hastily into the residence to report to his young master. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Wei Yu was only nineteen years old, but his swordsmanship was so divine that in the same realm, he had no equal in Xianyang.
He wasn’t one to enjoy privilege without merit—he had seen actual combat, despite his young age, as part of the Town Liao Army.
The "Town Liao" was no ordinary military designation.
Qin boasted ten armies, acclaimed as the strongest forces under heaven.
Town Liao ranked fifth.
Almost every one of the Qin’s ten armies, except for the leading "Ba Rong," included the character "beast" in its name.
Such as the second-ranked Xiao Long, the third-ranked Feng Que, and so on.
Since the emergence of the Town Liao Army, replacing one of these forces, four of the powerful "beast" armies were supplanted within less than a hundred years.
Even among the fiercely competitive Great Qin Empire, such a reshuffling at the level of the Qin’s ten armies was rare.
Hence, the army brazenly took the name "Town Liao," signifying their superiority in subduing the feral and far surpassing the previous forces. It also carried the connotation of "Liao" referring to night hunting—like an evil spirit that devours humans. The Town Liao Army’s purpose was to suppress such evil deeds and conduct, ensuring the people within Qin’s borders could rest easy at night.
When the names of armies like Xiao Long and Feng Que were still in existence, retaining the name of this force showed its formidable strength.
Might is honored in the military, and Wei Yu, who had trained with such a vigorous force, was genuinely competent in battle. He was known as the "First Teng Long of Qin," and his strength was acknowledged by everyone in Xianyang.
However, titles like the First Youmai or even Zhoutian, Tongtian and... the First Teng Long of Qin, because they could not appear at events such as the Yellow River Gathering, did not gain universal recognition...
In short, each of the great powers had one such title.
Not just the six strongest nations of Jing, Qin, Qi, Chu, Jing, and Mu, but even some regional powers had their so-called "Firsts."
Of course, there was mutual non-recognition among these countries regarding the so-called firsts.
Even the rankings of famous instruments had more than a dozen versions!
Let alone the rankings of these middle-to-lower tier cultivators.
The only exception was Qi Country’s King Yiwu’s first Tongtian Environment status, universally acknowledged as genuine and real, because he truly broke historical limits, setting a milestone in the history of cultivation.
But as many powerful individuals have always dismissed, no matter how much one is the first of the past and present in the Tongtian Environment, it is but one realm. It does not hold enough persuasive power for the future.
After Wang Yiwu of the same realm was defeated by Jiang Wang, the title of the first Tongtian Environment of past and present... became even less glorious.
Speaking of Wei Yu.
He knew quality when he saw it. The moment he saw the cloth piece in the page boy’s hand, he could sense the sharp Sword Intent of the visitor.
Therefore, he stopped his sword practice and asked aloud, "Who is this person?" freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
"He refused to give his name and only asked me to report to you as quickly as possible..." the page boy wiped his sweat and said, "he mentioned that if your reputation matches your ability, you wouldn’t avoid meeting him."
What "genuine and real"—he certainly didn’t dare to relay that part word for word.
But even after being toned down, such words sounded quite rude to Wei Yu’s ears.
Not daring to state one’s name, yet boldly speaking of "reputation"?
"Interesting!"
Wei Yu sheathed his sword and walked out with an air of composure, "This young master shall meet him!"
The Earl’s residence was deep and distant.
Wei Yu walked out of his residence at a leisurely pace. Glancing outside the gate, he asked, "Where is the person?"
The entrance to the Earl’s residence was busy with passersby, but no one lingered.
To the left, there was a loiterer squatting by the wall basking in the sun; other than him, there were no others blocking the gate.
The page boy scrambled forward, looked around, and pointed at the person squatting like an old farmer by the wall, "Young master, it is him who came to find you!"
He strode up to the ’strange person,’ greeting him, "Uncle, my young master has come out..."
But before he could finish his sentence or get any closer, the man lazily turned his head, interrupting him, "Uncle? Brother, if we were to count by age, I might be younger than you!"
He pushed himself up off the wall and stood up slowly, not seeing anything wrong with addressing a page boy as a brother.
But as his gaze turned to the noble young master standing quietly behind the page boy with a hand on his sword, he showed no signs of deference, "Are you Wei Yu, the First Teng Long of Qin?"
Wei Yu smiled with great grace, "Indeed, it is I."
"You have been slow in coming." The man complained rudely, "Really, I’ve been waiting until I’m sleepy!"
Wei Yu was graceful but not without temper, frowning he said, "You hide your face but not your heart, too afraid to even mention your name. Are you also afraid of waiting a little while?"
"What do you mean hide your face but not your heart?" The man looked utterly baffled, "Didn’t I tell you my name is Xiang Qian?"
The gatekeeper of Earl Yi’an’s estate beside them wanted to cover his face with his hands. So this guy’s name was Xiang Qian; he wasn’t being told to move forward!
Wei Yu fell silent for a moment then said, "I’ve heard that Brother Xiang has come to visit, to inquire about my sword?"
He seriously studied Xiang Qian for a few moments, "I wonder where your sword is?"
Xiang Qian still stood by the wall, still with his unkempt and lazy appearance, lightly saying, "The sword is everywhere!"
As soon as these words were spoken, in the eyes of both Wei Yu and the gatekeeper, an aura of sharpness suddenly emanated from this person.
Especially in Wei Yu’s perception, the sharpness seemed to continuously spiral outwards, as if this man in front of him, this physical body... could no longer contain his sword!
"Good!" Wei Yu couldn’t help but praise, "Please ask your question!"
He was already eager with hunter’s excitement, unable to resist the urge to try his sword outside the gate of Earl’s estate, to decide the victor here.
But this fellow named Xiang Qian just glanced at him with his dead fish eyes, and then said, "I have come all the way from the west just to test swords. I have no intention of harming your face or taking your reputation. Shall we enter the estate and test our swords, how does that sound?"
Wei Yu smiled, slowly drew his longsword, and held it to his right side, "You’re allowed to harm my face, allowed to take my reputation, Wei will hold no grudges. Just as long as you... can!"
Xiang Qian bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect, "In that case, I hope you will pardon my offense."
It was only at this moment, with this gesture of respect, that Wei Yu felt that this challenger at his doorstep must indeed come from an extraordinary background, he was not merely someone with brute strength.
Therefore, the hand holding his sword loosened a fraction. More comfortable, more fluid... and more serious!
At that moment, Xiang Qian looked up.
When he looked up, his sword was already drawn.
In the moment he raised his head, those dull, lifeless fish eyes suddenly became sharp and piercing.
And from those sharpened eyes, Wei Yu saw a streak of light.
That pinpoint of light, growing more distant in that pair of eyes, yet coming closer and closer to him... himself!
It was the Art of the Flying Sword!
This thought suddenly arose in Wei Yu’s mind.
Instinctively, he swept his sword horizontally in front of him.
With that horizontal slash, it felt like a mountain collapsing, majestic for miles.
Firm and unbreakable.
Clang~!
The sound ringed through the street in front of Earl Yi’an’s estate, startling the pedestrians to turn their heads.
That flash of cold light directly collided with Wei Yu’s sword held in front of him.
Bang!
Wei Yu, with his sword, was forced back more than five steps, only stopping when his foot braced against the gate wall!
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Ps:
"獠" implies night hunting. But the part about evil spirits eating people, I’ve extrapolated (or you might say misconstrued) to enhance the persuasiveness of the story.
In any case, students shouldn’t take it seriously, lest it trips you up in exams.
There will be more tonight.
Unless I say otherwise in advance, there will always be more every night until my debt is paid.
