Chapter 244: Myriad Sword Shadows!

Everyone was watching this scene.

On Ling Qingwu's stunning face hung a faint smile, lending her a touch of mortal warmth.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, realizing it wasn't that the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect's goddess was too aloof, but that her smile was reserved for certain people.

Feng Yi's gaze had been fixed on Ye Qingran, but suddenly someone blocked his path, and he immediately grew displeased.

However, upon hearing someone call his name, he still turned toward the sound, only to see a completely unfamiliar woman smiling at him with ill intent.

Seeing Feng Yi look toward her, Ling Qingwu's smile grew richer.

She just knew, Feng Yi had come to find her!

She stepped a little closer to Feng Yi, but his next words froze her expression.

"Who are you!!"

Feng Yi furrowed his brows and spoke in a low voice, his face still wearing that icy expression.

A single "Who are you?" caused the atmosphere to plummet instantly, becoming extremely awkward.

The envy, jealousy, and hatred in everyone's eyes froze in place.

What's going on?

Why does Feng Yi act as if he's not familiar with Ling Qingwu?

Isn't he here for Ling Qingwu?

Ling Qingwu herself was stunned on the spot, looking at the handsome youth before her, who regarded her with an extremely unfamiliar gaze, his eyes and brows tinged with impatience, leaving her dumbfounded.

Feng Yi, isn't he here for her?

How could he not know me?

Could it be that her transformation over these three years was too great for him to recognize her?

That must be it—three years ago she hadn't fully developed, now she has, so it's normal for Feng Yi not to recognize her.

Ling Qingwu suppressed her inner panic, saying, "Feng Yi, it's me, I'm Ling Qingwu!" As she spoke, she bit her lip, revealing a perfectly bashful smile, "Three years ago, when you left the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, you still smiled at me."

Ling Qingwu thought, reminding him like this would surely jog his memory. After all, back then he was icy toward everyone, only showing a smile for her.

In his heart, she ought to be special, right?

"Ling Qingwu?"

Ling Qingwu nodded vigorously, her heart filled with joy; she just knew he remembered her!

"I don't know you!"

Ling Qingwu's pupils contracted, the smile on her face fading bit by bit.

Feng Yi said he didn't know her!

How could this be possible!

Could Feng Yi have lost his memory?

This dramatic scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Ah…

This…

Ling Qingwu wasn't embarrassed, but everyone felt embarrassed for her!

After all that, it turned out Feng Yi simply didn't know her at all, making it even less likely he'd come for her.

This Ling Qingwu is surely being overly sentimental!

The disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect each showed a horrified expression.

If Feng Yi didn't come for Ling Qingwu, who else could he be here for?

Could it be that good-for-nothing Ye Qingran?

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Feng Yi ignored Ling Qingwu, brushed past her, and walked toward where Ye Qingran stood!

"Quick, look—Feng Yi really is walking toward Ye Qingran! Could he truly be here for her?"

"But how could Feng Yi possibly be related to Ye Qingran?"

"Could it be that the person Feng Yi truly likes is Ye Qingran?"

……

Amidst countless speculations, Feng Yi had already arrived before Ye Qingran.

His usually expressionless face suddenly broke into a brilliant smile, his gaze scorching, his words and demeanor cheerful, a stark change from his usual sharp-as-a-sword aura, laughing like a sunny young man.

"Grandmaster, long time no see!" He moved his lips, his clear voice sounding like a captivating cello performance.

Grandmaster?!

Everyone was stunned!

The acclaimed Number One Sword Cultivator of the younger generation, Jianchi Fengyi, actually called Ye Qingran Grandmaster?!

Did they mishear?

Everyone's hearts pounded, they almost doubted reality!

Xia Zhimeng had just been admiring the hottie's nearby chest and abs, but the next second, upon hearing the hottie call "Grandmaster," her legs went weak and she nearly knelt.

Grandmaster?

Sister Ran, so young, already became a Grandmaster?

Ling Shaoyang's eyes lit up.

If Feng Yi calls Ye Qingran Grandmaster, then wouldn't he be Feng Yi's… Martial Uncle?

The Martial Uncle of Jianchi Fengyi?

My goodness, that's too imposing!

Ling Shaoyang couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile.

Lord Ling knew that Ye Qingran and Feng Yi had a close relationship, but he never imagined their relationship was so… strange.

Jianchi Fengyi calling Ye Qingran his grandmaster—doesn't that mean his Sword Demon father is Ye Qingran's disciple?

My goodness…

Lord Ling, having sorted out the relationship, gave his white-bearded mouth a hard twitch.

Big shot, as expected, still that big shot!

It just ended up benefiting his grandson—without realizing it, he suddenly became Jianchi Fengyi's grand-uncle, the Sword Demon's junior brother! What a promotion!

Cough…

Taking this little advantage, I feel kinda embarrassed!

Everyone was stunned!

The Son of Sword Demon, the world-renowned Jianchi Fengyi, actually calls Ye Qingran grandmaster?!

Oh my heavens!

Are you crazy?

Ye Qingran, a trash with no Spiritual Root, how could she bear such a title from Feng Yi?

Ling Qingwu watched Feng Yi's back and Ye Qingran's calm demeanor, her heart filled with hatred.

She couldn't understand: back then Feng Yi had clearly smiled so happily at her, why did he turn away, ignore her, and instead walk to Ye Qingran's side?

Only upon hearing Feng Yi call out "grandmaster" did she finally reveal a mocking smile.

A trash, does she even deserve to be called grandmaster by Feng Yi?

What kind of grandmaster is she? A trash grandmaster?

Ling Qingwu's eyes, icy as frost, were full of contempt.

"Not seen in three years, you've grown taller."

Ye Qingran raised her hand and patted the tall youth before her, her face blooming with a gentle smile.

"Hmm!" Feng Yi's gaze burned, his smile like the blazing sun, "These years, not disappointing grandmaster's teachings, Ah Yi has progressed quickly, that is…"

"What is it?"

A blush rose on Feng Yi's face, "I just missed grandmaster!"

Han Xing Leng Yue pressed her lips and chuckled.

Jianchi Fengyi probably only acts like a child in front of her young lady. After all, even his own father, the Sword Demon, gives him the cold shoulder.

Xia Zhimeng pinched her philtrum, showing she had no resistance to a bashful hunk!

"You miss grandmaster, yet you never came to see me?"

"My swordsmanship isn't complete—I have no face to see grandmaster!"

Ye Qingran chuckled, "So is your swordsmanship complete now?"

Feng Yi scratched his head, his smile tinged with three parts shyness, "The way of the sword is vast and endless; I merely learned everything grandmaster taught me."

"Then show grandmaster a trick?"

"Hmm!" Feng Yi nodded, his eyes seeming to hold a sky full of stars.

Han Xing Leng Yue covered her mouth and chuckled. The acclaimed top swordsman of the younger generation, Jianchi Fengyi, only acts like a well-behaved child in front of Ye Qingran!

Feng Yi stepped back a few paces, and instantly his aura shifted—he became stern and cold, aloof and sharp, like a peerless divine sword.

With a thought, the sword at his back sprang from its sheath, a dragon's roar seemed to sound, the long blade turned into a stream of light shooting into the sky, then instantly burst like fireworks into countless sword shadows.

The sword lights whistled, forming in the void a huge, orderly sword array, neat and uniform, storing power, as if wielding ten thousand jun of force, needing only a thought from Feng Yi to crush and destroy everything.

Above Xiliang city, myriad sword shadows shifted under Feng Yi's control, occasionally a dragon's roar faintly echoed, the sound of swords piercing the void rang with sharp intent, endless Sword Qi surged like wind, slicing faces painfully.

Ye Qingran slightly tilted her head, countless sword shadows reflected in her pupils, she barely nodded. As Feng Yi himself said, she taught him, and he has learned it all!

He truly was born for the sword. Give him ten more years, and under heaven, none could surpass him on the path of the sword!

"Retract!"

Only hearing Feng Yi's low shout, myriad sword shadows whistled down and vanished into his sword sheath behind him.

That scene was grand and magnificent, dazzling and splendid; onlookers stared agape, as if they were in a world of swords—everywhere they looked were sword shadows, with each breath filled with Sword Qi.

As Feng Yi's aura dissipated, looking at Ye Qingran again, he had regained his carefree, sunny appearance.

At that moment, a cold, arrogant voice rang out: "Feng Yi is a peerless genius—what qualifications do you, Ye Qingran, have to be his grandmaster?!"