787 Ximen Chuixue (1/2)

Behind the small garden behind the courtyard, Happy and Responsible Hero saw Ximen Chuixue, who was waiting for them there. Just like he was when Happy saw him in his previous life, he was very young, and he appeared to only be in his thirties. He was dressed in white, and his side profile was resolute and arrogant. His eyes and eyebrows were beautiful, and when he heard the sounds of footsteps, his gaze, which was as sharp as a sword, shone, but that light soon faded away. He remained still while he continued to wipe the cold and bright longsword in his hands. His actions were really light, and he seemed to have cast his entire heart and soul into the matter. He gave off the feeling that he loved his sword very much.

This was Ximen Chuixue, the matchless swordsman who was said to be the closest to god and who was completely immersed in the path of the sword.

When Happy smelled the faint medicinal fragrance that came wafting into his nose, Happy felt refreshed.

'As expected of the place a peerless swordsman stays, it's pretty interesting.'

”Master.” Responsible Hero walked a few steps forward, but right when he wanted to speak up to give his master a reminder, Ximen Chuixue raised his hand without turning his head around and interrupted whatever he wanted to say next.

”Continue training.”

His hoarse voice was strangely magnetic. It was not soft, but not heavy either when it rose in the courtyard. His voice contained an awe-inspiring might that no one could fight against, which was why Responsible Hero nodded without hesitation.

”Understood.”

Then, he turned around and left.

Ximen Chuixue said nothing else. He just focused on wiping his longsword until it was so bright that it was dazzling. It was only then that he carefully returned his sword into its sheath.

Happy stood by the side quietly and did not say anything to interrupt him. He noticed that Ximen Chuixue's sword sheath was very normal. It was black, but it was slightly longer than a normal sword sheath. It was about the same length as Nation Protecting Divine Sword.

Once Ximen Chuixue put away his longsword, he still did not say anything. Instead, he calmly walked toward a rack that was filled with many medicinal herbs not too far away. He arranged the medicinal herbs on the rack with his gaze lowered, and he was very serious in his task.

Happy could not hold himself back from following him.

”You're good for being able to receive Responsible Hero's sword draw.”

”Senior Ximen, you praise me too much.” Happy appeared to be incredibly humble in front of Ximen Chuixue, but that was because this person was a true elite among Myth Realm martial artists, and he was unlike Jinjiu and Yinshi, who were half-baked Myth Realm martial artists.

Happy put on a slightly surprised expression before he wrapped his fist in his palm. ”Senior, if you're willing to grant me your instructions, I will be eternally grateful.”

The system notification arrived.

”Ding!

”Receive Ximen Chuixue's instructions. If you live through three slashes, you will gain Ximen Chuixue's affection. Once you receive three slashes successfully, you will trigger the quest to investigate Sword of Heavenly Lake Plate in depth. If you fail, you will die!”

When he heard the notification from the system, Happy's pupils shrank, and he was stunned silent.

'If I fail, I die?!'

At that moment, Ximen Chuixue finally looked up and put on a slightly praising expression. ”It's been a long time since anyone came to me to challenge me. As expected, newborn babies are not afraid of even tigers. The wanderers say that a matchless genius came out of the Murong Clan, and today, allow me to see just how strong you are. Don't worry, I will not use my full strength against you. I will only use half of my strength, and I will only attack three times.

”Observe!”

His final sentence was spoken with a louder volume.

Right when he finished speaking, Happy suddenly scowled. His hair stood up, and he sensed an unprecedented threat as well as a mighty pressure come pressing down on him from Ximen Chuixue!

At some point of time, Ximen Chuixue had already placed his hand on his sword hilt.

A powerful sense of danger seized Happy's throat like an invisible hand and cut off his breathing!

Happy's heart tensed! He said nothing else and held his Nation Protecting Divine Sword. A dazzling light bloomed in his hand.

Whine!

A brilliant snowflake as well as a dazzling light intersected with each other in the air.