Chapter 208

Sixteen years later, Great Chu, Liang Province, Mount Mount Qingliang.

On the vast martial arts practice field, two figures, a man and a woman, were moving at a speed the naked eye could barely track. The man held a wooden sword, while the woman wielded a pair of mandarin duck blades. They crossed paths repeatedly like butterflies flitting through flowers, sparring with their martial arts.

The man among them appeared to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. His features were plain and unremarkable, but his eyebrows seemed naturally arched, which, paired with his bright eyes, gave him a hint of a cynical, devil-may-care air.

The woman sparring with him looked slightly older, but certainly no more than twenty. She was dressed in purple neon robes, and her features were exquisite and beautiful; she was a rare beauty indeed.

However, compared to her somewhat glamorous appearance, the temperament she displayed while attacking with her twin blades was even more striking.

It wasn't that her blade-dancing was beautiful, but rather that every move was filled with ruthlessness and ferocity. To call it a spar would be an understatement; it was more like a life-or-death struggle. At a glance, she was clearly the type who was extremely competitive.

Just like that, as time passed, the two's battle gradually began to reach a fever pitch. Basically, the woman was on the offensive, while the youth was on the defensive.

Although the latter appeared to be at a disadvantage, facing the torrential rain of blade light, the youth defended with watertight precision, his expression relaxed and effortless. Anyone with a discerning eye could see who was the more skilled of the two.

And at this moment, defending without attacking was less about intentionally yielding and more about accumulating sword momentum. It was like drawing a bow and nocking an arrow; he was simply waiting for the right moment to strike back and win with a single blow.

Clearly, the woman opposite him realized this too. Her beautiful brows furrowed deeply, her expression grew even colder, and the speed at which she wielded her twin blades suddenly increased, as if she wanted to disrupt the rhythm of the youth's accumulating sword momentum.

Unfortunately, haste leads to errors. The youth remained steady, but a flaw did indeed appear in the woman's blade technique.

Seeing this, the youth's lips curled slightly. Suddenly, he delivered a backhand sword strike, piercing the side of one of the blades amidst the dazzling light.

A surging sword Qi erupted instantly. The powerful force made the woman's arm holding the blade go numb, causing it to lift slightly against her will. This movement created a huge gap in her already strained defense.

The youth did not let this opportunity slip. Using the force from the sword body, he swung back and immediately launched a fatal counterattack.

Hum, hum, hum—!!

With a whistling sword hum, the youth unleashed three consecutive strikes, launching attacks from three completely different directions—left, right, and front—perfectly sealing off any space the woman had to dodge.

Not only that, but these three sword strikes all carried continuous sword Qi, capable of launching wave after wave of sustained attacks, rather than just a brief, momentary contact.

Even more miraculously, these three strikes appeared to be unleashed almost simultaneously, with absolutely no time difference in speed. The speed was more than twice as fast as before.

The final result, naturally, went without saying.

Of the three strikes, the first vibrated the woman's attempted counter-slash, the second knocked the mandarin duck short blade from one of her hands, and the third required no effort at all, resting gently against her snow-white, slender neck.

Victory and defeat decided!

"I concede!"

The youth said with a cheeky grin, looking very pleased.

Having lost the spar, the woman's expression was somewhat dazed, but it quickly turned cold, revealing a hint of unwillingness and stubbornness.

"What was that move just now? Did Master teach it to you?"

"Please, Master has been in seclusion for over half a year. When would he have the time to teach me sword techniques?"

The youth curled his lips, saying not without pride: "This move is called 【One Sword Transforms into Three Pure Ones】. I created it myself based on the legend of that Old Sword God's 'Green Snakes in Both Sleeves.' How about that? Pretty impressive, right?"

"You created it yourself? I don't believe it!"

The woman widened her eyes, reflexively retorting.

"Hmph! Don't forget, Master once said that I am a sword-dao prodigy encountered once in a hundred years. As long as I'm willing to put in the hard work, becoming a Sword Immortal in the future won't be difficult. Creating a single sword move is nothing."

The youth gave a light huff, retracted his wooden sword, and put one hand on his hip, wearing an arrogant expression that screamed, 'I'm so awesome.'

"……Teach me."

The woman was silent for a moment before suddenly speaking, her tone full of entitlement.

"Eldest Miss Xuanyuan, is that any way to ask for a favor?"

The youth's mouth twitched. Just as he was about to continue complaining, he seemed to think of something and made a gesture like a fly rubbing its hands: "Teaching you isn't impossible, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Impossible."

The woman sneered.

"Hey! I haven't even said what it is yet!"

The youth said, dissatisfied.

"With your little wandering mind, what else could it be? Either it's asking out Little Sister Qing'er, or it's Eldest Miss Ye... Heh! A toad lusting after swan meat. I advise you to give up that thought!"

The youth rolled his eyes: "Yes, yes, yes! I'm a toad lusting after swan meat. Fortunately, I'm a picky eater and have no interest in a hot-tempered black swan like you. You can rest easy on that point!"

"You're courting death!"

Hearing this, the woman's willow brows stood upright. She raised the remaining mandarin duck blade in her hand and was about to slash at the youth, aiming directly for his lower three paths.

"Waaah! Murdering your own husband!!"

The youth let out a strange cry, moved his feet, and immediately used high-level light-body technique to flee. The two of them chased each other all over Mount Mount Qingliang, which also attracted the attention of others.

"That guy Wen Liang has made Sister Shi Qingfeng angry again."

In a courtyard deeper within Mount Mount Qingliang, a young girl dressed in green, holding a black iron long spear, retracted the spearhead she had thrust forward and said with a chuckle.

"Don't mind them. According to Master, this is a pair of bickering lovers. In the future, they will either be together or become enemies. It all depends on their own choices."

The one speaking was also a young girl, but she was wearing Confucian robes, sitting on a stone stool with a smile, holding a black piece, playing a game of Go against herself.

Although her appearance was not stunning, she was beautiful and lovely. Her eyes were like a pool of clear water, and between her brows was a scholarly air. At a glance, she was the type of talented woman who had read many books.

Wang Wang Qingxuan, Ye Ye Qingmei.

Hearing these two names, probably no one would recognize them, but if one mentioned Qingniao and Xu Xu Weixiong, I believe friends who have read *Snow* would not be strangers to them.

The so-called 'pulling one hair affects the whole body.' Because Wu Xian forcibly interfered with the plot, Xu Xiao and his Northern Liang Army had already been wiped out. Ye Ye Baikui therefore did not die a humiliating death on the battlefield, and his daughter naturally did not need to serve as a death warrior for her enemy. Instead, as the beloved daughter of the Military Saint, she entered Wu Xian's sect and became his eldest disciple.

As for Wang Wang Qingxuan, it was the same. She was originally the only daughter of the Spear Immortal Wang Xiu. After Chen Chen Zhibao killed Wang Xiu back then, Xu Xiao placed her by Wu Su's side, also training her as a death warrior.

Later, during the White Clothes Case, the three-year-old Wang Wang Qingxuan was also brought to Tai'an City. After Wu Xian discovered her, he naturally brought her into the palace to take care of her and restored her original name.

"Sister Ye Qingmei."

Hearing Ye Ye Qingmei's previous words, Wang Wang Qingxuan couldn't help but smile. Then, thinking of something, she looked toward a certain place with some worry and said softly: "It's already been over seven months. How much longer do you think Master will have to stay in seclusion before he can come out?"

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Has anyone read the latest *Under One Person* manga? I don't quite understand the operation of the Heavenly Master's Talismans. Are there any smart cookies among the readers who can explain it?

Finally, asking for monthly tickets!

(End of this chapter)