—————————————————————–
Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
—————————————————————–
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
On a mountainside overlooking Zeshik County, the festive atmosphere still lingering in the air…
“Do we really need to waste time here? Let’s just get this over with, take out that Nangong brat, and grab the Dog Beating Staff Technique.”
Tang Wu, the Third Elder of the Sun Moon Holy Cult, his patience wearing thin, glared at the beautiful woman beside him, Ma Yang, the Seventh Elder, and snapped at her.
Ma Yang smiled enigmatically and reached for the sword at her waist.
“Hee-hee… this town is close to the Martial Alliance headquarters. We can’t rule out the possibility of interference. We need to prepare the battlefield.”
Her slender, white fingers caressed the ornate scabbard, its surface etched with a dragon swimming in a river, as if petting a beloved animal.
“Unleash yourself, Longyuan.”
Her red lips parted, releasing the troublesome beast within.
-Clang~! Clang~!
As if responding to its master’s call, the unruly dragon leaped from its scabbard, its cheerful cry echoing through the air.
Tang Wu watched in awe as the legendary sword, radiating a chilling aura, spun in the air like a playful dog chasing its tail.
‘That’s… one of Ou Yezi’s masterpieces, the sword said to have been wielded by Xiang Yu…’
A flying sword (馭劍), capable of moving according to its own will, slaying tigers on land, dragons in the water, and generals on the battlefield.
‘Longyuan, one of the Ten Swords of Heaven…’
While it lacked the precise control of true Sword Control techniques and couldn’t be used to execute complex sword forms, it had the advantage of requiring no internal energy to fly and could even defend its wielder from unseen attacks.
And Longyuan’s abilities weren’t limited to simply flying.
“Unleashing Longyuan in a town famous for its hot springs, its abundant water veins…” Tang Wu muttered, watching as Longyuan soared towards Zeshik County, like a fish released into water.
“Do you have a grudge against this town, old hag? Or did some guy dump you?”
Ma Yang’s usually serene, enigmatic smile vanished, replaced by a cold fury at his flippant remark.
“Let me warn you… if you call me ‘old hag’ one more time…”
A dark, murderous intent, like a black pearl, filled her beautiful eyes.
“I will kill you.”
“Alright, alright, I apologize. Please, calm down.”
Tang Wu quickly apologized and took a step back, intimidated by the genuine killing intent radiating from the master who had reached the Transcendent Realm. Ma Yang’s expression softened, and she looked towards Zeshik County.
“And let me correct you. I prefer… ”
She thought of her younger martial sister, her beautiful golden hair like spun starlight, her beauty as vibrant and unfading as an eternal flower, a captivating, delicate flower she longed to pluck, to possess.
“cute girls than men.”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
Wang Meiyang was completely bewildered.
She had rushed to the inn where Mancheon was staying, abandoning her information gathering, after hearing reports of a disturbance,
and had found a gaping hole in the wall, and her only disciple, running towards her, his staff tapping frantically against the floor, then…
“Lift me up! Higher! Higher!”
Mancheon had grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her high into the air, leaving her dangling like a cat held by its scruff.
She was so stunned she didn’t even struggle.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her face etched of confusion. Mancheon grinned at his adorable little master.
The reason he had lifted her was simple.
He wasn’t planning to slam her into the ground, of course. She was simply too short.
To do what he had planned, she needed to be able to reach his head.
“I mastered the Frost Treading Ice Shattering Palm! Now, pat my head and praise me!”
He demanded his reward for his hard work, shamelessly.
He was eighteen, after all, an age where one craved praise and recognition.
“P-pat your head?!”
Wang Meiyang’s usually impassive face flushed crimson, surprised not only by his mastery of the technique, but also by the unexpected request.
It wasn’t a strange request, nothing she couldn’t fulfill, but…
Those eager, amber eyes, sparkling like stars, looking up at her expectantly…
it was… embarrassing.
Seeing her hesitate, Mancheon’s excitement deflated, his face falling, and
Wang Meiyang sighed, reaching out a small, delicate hand to pat his head, when
it happened. The attack began.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
“The… the evil dragon has returned!!”
Screams, shattering the peaceful afternoon, echoed through the village.
It was, quite literally, a water dragon.
-Crash~!!
He rushed outside and saw a surreal sight: pillars of water, shaped like dragons, erupting from the hot springs that dotted the village, wreaking havoc.
“To unleash such powerful water techniques in a place with so much water…!”
Wait, was that… impressive?
He blurted out the thought without thinking, then immediately realized it wasn’t the time for such musings.
-ROAR~!!
A massive water dragon, as large as a truck, charged towards him, its jaws open wide.
This could be the end of his martial arts journey.
His opponent was a formless mass of water… what technique could he possibly use against it?
“If you value your life, roll on the ground like a cute baby seal!”
He didn’t hesitate this time. He threw himself to the ground and rolled.
Ice White Divine Palm.
A blizzard of freezing energy engulfed the water dragon, transforming it into a block of ice.
“Hee-hee! Did you underestimate me because you are a water dragon? You’re water, and I am ice, which freezes water!”
The proud princess, her confidence restored by Xiaoshao’s head-patting, stepped forward.
-Click-clack…
Xue Yuehua, the Snow Phoenix, giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, a delicate, ladylike gesture.
“We are perfectly counteracting elements! Ahahahahaha!!”
But as she gloated, another water dragon charged towards them…
-ROAR~!!
but it was futile.
Xiaoshao, appearing suddenly, sliced through the water dragon with a chillingly cold blade, each cut freezing the water instantly.
The water dragon shattered into frozen chunks.
He had thought it strange, the unusually potent yin energy she exuded, but it seemed Xiaoshao also practiced the ice techniques of the North Sea Ice Palace.
Having dispatched the water dragon, Xiaoshao turned and rushed to his side, her body radiating a chilling aura.
“Young Master Sima, are you alright? Are you injured?!”
“I’m fine, thanks to you. And…”
He offered his thanks to Yuehua as well, despite their earlier conflict. He owed her a debt.
“Miss Yuehua, thank you for your assistance.”
Yuehua’s eyes widened in surprise at his gratitude, then she smiled brightly.
“Hee-hee~ Don’t forget the debt you owe me! Carve it into your very blood!”
She probably meant “bones”… If you carve it into your blood, it’ll just wash away…
But she looked so cute, so cheerful, that he decided to let it slide.
“Young Master Sima, I don’t know what’s causing this, but it seems these water dragons can’t move once they’re frozen.”
As Xiaoshao had observed, the water dragons, now transformed into blocks of ice, lay scattered on the ground, motionless.
Well, how many creatures could move while frozen solid?
In any case, they had discovered a weakness.
The problem was, he had focused solely on physical skills and couldn’t use any elemental attacks. But he couldn’t just stand around doing nothing, so he hurried to his younger master for guidance.
“Master, what can we do? We can’t use ice techniques.”
“…….”
She didn’t answer.
“Master…?”
“This is… could it be… somewhere in this town…”
Wang Meiyang, her delicate brow furrowed as she watched the water dragons rampage, suddenly began to scan her surroundings, as if searching for something.
“A sword! Find a flying sword! That’s the source!”
He was confused by the sudden, unexplained command, but a disciple should trust their master.
“What does it look like?” he asked, his voice serious, devoid of its usual playfulness.
Wang Meiyang, seeing Mancheon’s unquestioning trust, his willingness to search for the sword, felt a surge of… something complex.
He was weak, incompetent… and yet, strangely reassuring.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
That’s your first disciple bruh!
