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Meng Fuyao was thoroughly bored of training these days, sneaking out to loiter about with Ya Lanzhu and Yun Hen. The True Martial Arts Meet was about to begin, and the streets were filled with passersby armed with swords. Restaurants were filled with people from all around the world that frequently got into fights with one another for no reason as though they were going through the preliminary round.

The trio made their way to the ”Drunkard's return” and settled down in a table. They saw Eunuch Hua getting drunk as usual, tripping over some victim, as usual, exorting the victim as usual. Ya Lanzhu giggled at that sight, and so did Meng Fuyao, yet in her eyes, one could faintly see the painful admiration — an old man who abhorred drinking, and yet, he got drunk for 20 years for Zhan Beiye.

As Eunuch Hua hobbled out of the door, Meng Fuyao went forward to support him. The old man lifted his head and accepted the pill she gave him.

Meng Fuyao went back to continue drinking and play finger-guessing game with Ya Lanzhu. They could not help but overhear a boisterous and arrogant announcement from another customer. ”The other nations can forget about sending people to compete in this True Martial Arts Meet because even if they do come, they are merely bringing humiliation onto themselves. Our Shangyuan Flying Double Sword is the sect leader of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect at a young age and with his Stirring Thunder Technique that is renowned, who could be their enemy?”

”Double Flying Sword will be here?” Someone asked. ”I heard that the couple is busy with national affairs, they might not have the time.”

”Senior brother will be here.” The statement came from the mouth of a self-conceited young man. ”Even if he does not, my presence is very much equivalent to his for he taught me personally the Stirring Thunder Technique. ”

A group of people started chattering as waves of people rushed up to offer him words of flattery. The grin on his face widened as an unbearably pronounced arrogance could be spotted from miles away. With his nose in the air, he watched his surroundings proudly. Another group of people, however, hung their heads down in shame — this young lad had been showing his sword skills, and his haughtiness was by no means unwarranted.

A laughter cut through the chattering.

”Hey, what is the Flying Double Sword you are talking about?” Meng Fuyao leaned on the table as laughed to Ya Lanzhu. ”What flies? A pair of ducklings? A pair of love birds? Or a pair of bats?”

Ya Lanzhu blinked. ”Did it not refer to a pair of chicken wings?”

The two burst out into unrestrained laughter as they slammed the table uncontrollably. The crowd fell into absolute silence as they looked at Meng Fuyao with pity — this frog in the well who knew nothing of the immensity of the heaven and earth. She actually dared to offend the lad that mastered the Stirring Thunder Technique. One can only hope she can die with a complete corpse.

Meng Fuyao wiped away her tears of laughter as she continued to giggle. ”My lord… Flying Chicken Double Sword…”

With a chilling flash, the tip of a blade sat inches away from the tip of Meng Fuyao's nose.

”How dare you insult my Senior Brother Yan? Die!”

”Oh?” Meng Fuyao completely ignored the murderous aura directed at her and asked gleefully, ”Who is your Senior Brother Yan? I've never heard of him before?”

The clamor from the crowd rose once again. Everyone felt that Fuyao was either looking for death or acting dumb. A comparable pair with honorable family backgrounds. To even say that they were a match in heaven was underrated! Furthermore, Yan Jingchen was the sect leader of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect, one of the top three sword sects in Shangyuan. How could she not have heard of them?

Meng Fuyao only laughed in an innocent and benevolent manner. The young lad was pleased with himself as he entertained the thought of her going mad with fear. He chuckled. ”That is because you are an ignorant and inexperienced small fry. The two of them are a distinguished existence, a match made in heaven. Who could have not heard of them? Today, you have insulted my Senior Brother Yan and Senior Sister Pei, outrightly going against the Mystic Essence Sword Sect. But since we are so magnanimous, we shall forgive you as long as you kneel down.”

”Ptui!”

Meng Fuyao spat out a shattered bone on the young lad's face, splattering grease all over his face.

This was the simple answer she had for that egoistic young lad.

She turned back and smiled at Ya Lanzhu and Yun Hen. ”Let's go, I am in a good mood and don't feel like fighting.”

Ever since Yun Hen heard Yan Jingchen's name, he did not speak a word. His eyes darkened as he got up.

”Stop there!”

That young lad, never in his wildest dreams, could imagine someone had the audacity to treat the Mystic Essence Sword Sect in this manner. He was in such shock that he stared blankly at her when the bone landed on his face. It was only after a moment that he came back to his senses. Enraged, he drew his sword without any warning and headed straight for Meng Fuyao's back.

His stance, his prowess as a swordsman, was accompanied by the quiet sounds of thunder as he made his move. Illusions of petals from the blade movements filled the air with a flick of his wrist coming together to become dozens of blooming flowers. The crowd cheered as the spectacular sight unfolded itself before their eyes.

Someone cheered, ”Stirring Thunder Technique! No wonder it is one of the top mantras in the world!”

Some of the more charitable customers shouted, ”Careful! Escape now!”

The sharp blade appeared right behind Meng Fuyao in an instant, determine to stab through her.

Meng Fuyao continued to move forward as if nothing happened.

Some people in the crowd held their breath.

They let out a sigh only to stop halfway. Their eyes slowly widened.

In front.