Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Chu Gongsheng was a little surprised to hear the name of the sword.

He originally thought that young cultivators like Rong Shu, who were willing to fight against everyone alone in order to protect their senior brothers and the reputation of their sect, were mostly at an age of high spirits and awe-inspiring ambitions.

When naming a sword, it must be a name that exudes domineering influence.

Unexpectedly, Rong Shu actually gave himself a very free and easy name "Xiao Yao".

"Young man, you want to be free, so why do you challenge the heroes? Being in the center of the vortex, if you are not careful, you will be ruined. This seems to be inconsistent with your swordsmanship."

Rong Shu doesn't think so.

"Master, I don't know what the world defines as 'free and easy'. I only know that I can do whatever I want and what I don't want to do, and I have a clear conscience. That's enough."

“Follow your heart and act as you please, and regard it as freedom.”

"Being free from restraints and detached from the mundane world is considered as freedom."

"Repay kindness with kindness, and take revenge with revenge, and regard it as freedom."

"Dare to do what you want and dare not to do what you want, and that is considered freedom."

"Don't regret your moves, fight till you're done, and take it as a leisurely life."

"..."

Chu Gongsheng's heart was slightly shaken.

This statement... is really sophistry!

Thoroughly idealistic thinking.

But if you think about it carefully, it is not entirely unreasonable.

Everything is up to my heart and everything is as I wish. How carefree and happy is this?

Suddenly, Rong Shu seemed to sense something and turned to look outside the Tianjiao Tower. Several sword lights flashed across the sky, all coming in one direction.

"Master, my first challenger is coming. I will go out to greet him first."

After saying that, Rong Shu bowed to Chu Gongsheng, then turned around and stepped out into the air to greet her opponent... and the audience.

Rong Shu glanced at him and raised his lips slightly, "Where is Qin Xinming? Do you have the guts to speak so arrogantly and not dare to challenge me, the youngest disciple to join Zhanming Mountain?"

In fact, Rong Shu had already seen Qin Xinming, but he pretended not to see him.

Rongshu never likes to compete with others because it is troublesome and unnecessary.

But if Rong Shu decides to fight for his dignity, he must do it to the extreme!

Completely crush your opponent under your feet!

Beat the opponent to pieces! No face left!

"Rong Shu, I didn't expect you to actually dare to accept the challenge!"

Qin Xinming, who came out from the crowd, looked very unhappy at the moment, because the current situation was completely different from what he expected.

Rong Shu tilted his head slightly: "Isn't this what you want? You want to use the reputation of Zhanming Mountain disciples to become famous in the imperial capital. Now the opportunity is in front of you. Please draw your sword! Zhanming Mountain disciple Rong Shu has been waiting for you for a long time."

But if Qin Xinming can choose to create momentum, so can Rong Shu.

Now, the person who was forced to take up the challenge was Qin Xinming.

If he was afraid of fighting or was defeated, not only would he, Qin Xinming, become the laughing stock of the entire imperial capital, but the reputation of the Qinchuan family behind him would also be greatly damaged!

Qin Xinming could almost predict what kind of miserable scene would be waiting for him when he returned to his family if he lost!

He will be disliked by the family!

He will be the target of anger and ostracism from everyone in the family!

Qin Xinming took a deep breath and raised his voice: "I will not lose this time in a sword fight!" He absolutely cannot lose!

"please."

Rong Shu's expression was calm from beginning to end, just like the sea surface before a tsunami, seemingly calm, but no one knew what kind of dangerous storm was brewing in it.

The area around the Tianjiao Tower was now full of people, and there were still people rushing towards it from afar.

Qin Xinming did not dare to be careless and took out the highest-grade sword he had. As soon as he took it out, he felt the temperature around him drop a few degrees.

Even though the sword is sheathed, it still exudes a cool chill.

"The sword is named Xuanbing, which is made from deep-sea black ice. It is an honor for you to be defeated by this sword, Rongshu."

Qin Xinming, who had taken out the Xuanbing Sword, reacted belatedly and wondered if he was too nervous.

It is obvious that Rong Shu on the opposite side is only in the late Jindan stage, and he is in the middle Yuanying stage, one major realm higher than her. Could it be that he is not sure of defeating her?

However, the Xuanbing Sword was originally prepared by Qin Xinming for the Heroes Conference, so it is not a bad idea to use it now.

Rong Shu did not say anything, nor was he interested in explaining the origin of [Xiao Yao] to Qin Xinming.

He doesn't deserve it.

At this time, Rong Shu held the sword in his left hand, with the hilt slightly tilted outward, which was a very standard posture for preparing to draw the sword.

Qin Xinming was still bragging about something, but Rong Shu didn't pay much attention.

The sunshine today is just right, neither too cold nor too hot. The slightly warm sunshine falls on my body, and a familiar feeling comes over me.

It's just like……

Back then, in a small courtyard of the Tianyan Sect, on an ordinary sunny day like this, a young little girl was waving the wooden sword in her hand, practicing drawing the sword again and again.

The young man beside her stood with his hands behind his back, observing attentively every detail of the little girl's sword swinging. If there was anything wrong, he would point it out immediately and ask the little girl to continue practicing.

"…Remember, the first step in sword training is to learn how to draw the sword."

The man's voice, as gentle as jade, seemed to have passed through many years and resounded in my heart.

It's like a glass of fine wine with a long aftertaste. When you first taste it, you only feel it's bitter and spicy, but as time goes by, every time memories come to your mind, you realize that it is the most elusive sweetness in this world.

"...Look carefully, this sword is called——"

"Rong Shu! Look at the sword!"

Qin Xinming on the opposite side drew his sword first and attacked!

With a wave of the Xuanbing Sword, a chill instantly spread, as if the air was frozen.

Swish!

Rong Shu opened his eyes! His eyes were sharp and fierce!

A silver crescent moon rose up, and the sky dimmed a little for a moment.

Sword energy soared into the sky, and the clouds surged, as if it was going to cut the nine layers of heaven apart!

Qin Xinming's eyes widened, and his originally confident face became extremely stiff. The Rong Shu in front of him seemed very close, and yet seemed very far away.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch it at all.

Click~

The freezing blade of the Xuanbing Sword broke in the middle, followed by a crackling sound of clothes being torn.

Qin Xinming felt his whole body suddenly cool, including his head, and felt extremely refreshed.

"Tick tock..."

He raised his hand blankly and wiped his face, getting blood all over his hand.

Pain suddenly hit Qin Xinming's whole body, from his forehead to his eyebrows, to the tip of his nose and chin, all the way down... a thin line of blood divided his entire body into left and right halves.

All the clothes on his body and his long hair, which was originally quite elegant, were cut off by the sword.

“…Ah! I…what’s wrong?”

Qin Xinming covered the wounds on his face and neck with his hands, his eyes filled with fear.

Is he dead... Is this a fantasy before death...

Qin Xin understood and his eyes rolled back, then he fainted and fell straight to the ground.

boom!

There was dead silence all around, and everyone looked at each other.

Could it be that Qin Xinming is really... dead?

"He just fainted. Rong Shu has already held back." Inside the Tianjiao Tower, the calm voice of Chu Gongsheng came out, as if it was echoing in everyone's ears.

At this time, everyone came back to their senses and used their spiritual sense to check Qin Xinming's situation.

He had indeed fainted.

...That's not right. He must have fainted from fright.

A heaven, a hell.

A loser will be laughed at and despised by everyone for a moment, and then they will no longer pay attention to him.

It was not until this moment that surprise appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Rong Shu used the sword-drawing technique? How could there be such a powerful sword-drawing technique?"

"Didn't they say Rong Shu is not good at using a sword? This counts as not being good at it? Who said that! Come out now! I promise I won't kill him!"

"...This sword is one of Wu Hua's famous sword moves back then - one sword in the sky, the end of the world is within reach!"

Soon, a knowledgeable swordsman in the crowd guessed the origin of this sword.

"Rong Shu is indeed worthy of being Wu Hua's little junior sister who was personally selected by her! She is truly amazing!"

"She has only been taught swordplay by Wu Hua for a few years, but this move of 'One Sword to the Nine Heavens, a World Within Reach' actually has 70% of the charm used by Wu Hua."

You should know that when Wu Hua first became famous, countless young monks competed to imitate his every move, hoping to gain some insight from it.

But even the cultivator who has learned the technique the best can only exert about 30% to 40% of its power.

Unexpectedly, the one who could learn Wu Hua's sword moves most closely was his junior sister Rong Shu.

The cultivators who were not sword practitioners were amazed and talked about it with great relish.

The sword cultivators looked at Rong Shu on the tower with envy and jealousy. If they could get one-on-one instruction from a senior brother like Wu Hua day and night, they would be able to do it too!

At this moment, the much-watched Rong Shu didn't care about everyone's admiration for her, but instead glanced indifferently at the next person in the crowd -

"Pei Hongyang from Wanjian Valley, now that you have come to Tianjiao Tower, do you dare to accept the challenge?"