3 Distinguished Guest, Famous Dog (2/2)

And most importantly, the aspiration in her heart seemed even more impossible to be fulfilled and even further than before.

Fuyao bit her lips before standing up and striding down the mountain. After estimating the time, she believed that Yan Jingchen should have left by now.

He was gone, that was good.

Meng Fuyao had no desire to remain on the mountain any longer. She planned to pack her belongings and leave immediately.

Halfway down the mountain, walking through a concealed valley, a building with grand, continuous columns and eaves built along the mountain was revealed. That was the Mystic Essence Manor.

Even in the distance, the commotion from the Manor could be heard. Amongst the racket, a person could be heard shouting in a piercing voice, ”The Mystic Essence Sword Sect claims to be one of the top three Sword Sects in the world, but how could it not even have a presentable disciple?”

Master Xuanyuan's slightly awkward cough came after that remark. The resentful counterattacks of all her fellow disciples mingled with the clear sound of swords being unsheathed. The manor was bustling with noise.

Meng Fuyao frowned. She was aware that martial arts were extremely popular in this world and it was common for different Guilds and Sects to challenge each other. It was probably another similar occasion.

Meng Fuyao took out the tools that she used for disguise. She used the water in the stream and applied makeup to make herself have the look of a girl with wretched looks. All along, she had only shown her true looks to Yan Jingchen.

After entering the manor, she could only reach her room by passing through the martial arts arena. The Mystic Essence's martial arts arena was considered one of the largest world-class arenas, covering vast lands. It was so impressive and magnificent that they didn't use it for normal training.

Meng Fuyao entered the arena stealthily, thinking that she could leave smoothly. However, what she saw from the corner of her eye shocked her greatly.

In the martial arts arena stood a few hundred people, dressed in different colors, each occupying a corner of the field. It seemed like multiple sects had come to challenge the Mystic Essence Sword Sect simultaneously.

Meng Fuyao even noticed a few men in the crowd with exceptional auras and profound looks, bearing a commanding presence that definitely did not belong to normal individuals.

Apart from Yan Jingchen, all the disciples of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect were gathered. Their expressions were cautious and full of worry. Some of her fellow male disciples seemed to have sustained injuries, supporting their weight with their swords with blood at the corner of their lips.

The air was filled with a sense of heavy unease.

Sect Master Lin Xuanyuan was sitting cross-legged on the terrace located in the corner of the martial arts arena. It seemed that he had already competed, sitting in the corner silently to recuperate. His complexion was slightly pale as he had not held an advantage over his opponent.

In the center of the field, a man dressed in black robes was currently sparring with the Eldest Senior Brother of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect.

The sword technique of the man in black was extremely swift, resembling a coiled dragon flying in the sky and specks of starlight. The multiple motions of the sword seemed to converge into a single wave, majestic in its variety. Due to the countless variations in the motion of the sword, staring at it for a prolonged period could lead one to develop a feeling of slight dizziness.

Meng Fuyao heard one of her senior brothers say in a low voice, ”That's the Scarless Sword technique. He is one of the top ten Swordsmen in Tai Yuan, with the most mysterious background and the most eccentric character. Who knows how the White Mountain Sect was able to invite him?”

”I was wondering why the annual Tai Yuan Top Ten Sword Sect's challenge was suddenly brought forward, now I understand. The Old White Dog has found an assistant, and deliberately came to trample us from the Mystic Essence!”

”With him alone, provoking our whole Sect, so deadly?”

”So what? They have sufficient ability to do that. Don't you see that Eldest Senior Brother has only barely managed to tie with him?”

”Ai. It seems like we will really be trampled today...”

Meng Fuyao remained indifferent and continued moving forward. Before she had even traveled a few steps, she suddenly heard a horrific scream, ”Ah!”

Strong winds carrying a bloody scent blew towards her. A dark figure suddenly flew backward, smashing straight for her. Meng Fuyao jumped away hastily. The large frame, accompanied by brightly colored blood droplets, streaked across the air and landed hard on the ground directly in front of her.

The fresh blood splashed onto the weapons rack at the corner of the arena. A moment later, the thick blood dripped onto the white stone floor. Red and white mixed together, forming a startling sight.

The entire crowd was silent.

Every single Mystic Essence Sword Sect disciple on the arena was staring at the man, who was clutching his right wrist and rolling on the ground in pain, with horrified and astonished gazes. That was their Eldest Senior Brother, one of the disciples with the most outstanding martial arts amongst them.

Only after a while did someone remember to scramble forward to help him up, but let out a scream.

Elder Senior Brother's right hand was covered and dripping with fresh blood; the tendons in his hands all damaged.

What a vicious sword technique!

The Mystic Essence Sword Sect was silent. Thus, the wild laughter of the other people in the field seemed all the more piercing.

The man dressed in black robes was the only individual who remained indifferent, standing at the center of the arena. He was calmly wiping the body of the sword which was covered in blood.

The cloth he used to wipe his sword was vaguely familiar. It was, in fact, the cloth from Elder Senior Brother's right sleeve! Expressions of fury appeared on the faces of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect's disciples. Only Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows.

'Such fast sword techniques! Within that instant, not only did he maim his opponent's hand, he was also able to cut off a neat length of the sleeve.'

'What's more, his opponent was also an expert who was able to adapt and change swiftly!'

The wild laughter of the White Mountain Sect's Sect Master continued. However, sounds of sobbing could be heard amongst the people from the Mystic Essence Sword Sect. It seemed that the Mystic Essence Sword Sect would be greatly disgraced in Tai Yuan today.

In the current landscape, the various powers between countries were fighting continuously. They used the number of victories they obtained to establish their position. As one of the three large Sword Sects in Tai Yuan, the Mystic Essence Sword Sect had lost in such an important event like the Sword Challenge. If the news that they were unable to defeat a single individual, even with the advantage in numbers, were to be leaked, their status would decline drastically.