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“Who was the first one?” Zhu Minglang instead asked curiously.

“Many years ago, a sword master kid who trespassed our sect was only allowed to leave unharmed because he is the son of our Sect Leader Meng. You might not be so lucky!” the Discipline Hall Master said.

After saying that, Bai Qin’an quietly said to the master of the Discipline Hall, “Hall Master Lin, it was him who trespassed the mountain back then.”

The Hall Master Lin Min was stunned for a moment.

The same person, huh!

No wonder the tone and the audacity were both familiar.

“Zhu Minglang?”

“Isn’t he the son of Sect Leader Meng?”

“It really seems to be him, I heard that a few years ago he even broke into our Sect Forest alone and defeated all our disciples. If it hadn’t been for Wen Lingfei stepping in, we would have lost a lot of face.”

Several swordswomen and hall masters started discussing quietly among themselves.

And the commandery princesses, female marquises, and female city lords sitting among them immediately perked up their ears to listen.

Meng Bingci, Head Meng, the resident and ruler of Miao Kingdom, was a supremely distinguished individual in the Miao Mountain Sword Sect known to all, but most were unaware that she also had a son.

The master in black veiled hat was clearly not Meng Bingci.

Meng Bingci had been in a secluded retreat at the waterfall house for many years, hardly managing many affairs.

What kind of temperament Head Meng had was known to everyone in Miao Mountain Sword Sect, and nobody would really take Zhu Minglang as the young master of the Miao Mountain Sword Sect.

The lesson would be taught all the same!

“Since you said he is your junior brother, Master Wu Feng, he is of the same generation as us. So it wouldn’t be considered overstepping if I were to take this opportunity to experience the swordsmanship of your Yaoshan Sword Sect and also teach him the rules of the Miao Mountain Sword Sect, would it?” Swordswoman Lin Min of the Discipline Hall spoke.

“Swordswoman, perhaps it is I, Zhu Minglang, who ought to teach you the rules of this world instead, where the weak are contemptible, and the strong are revered!” Zhu Minglang finished his grapes and slowly stood up, seemingly ready to accept the challenge.

“The weak are contemptible, the strong are revered… Good, good, good!!” Swordswoman Lin Min was clearly angered.

The eyes of the visiting commandery princesses, female marquises, and female city lords lit up.

They thought it would be an exceedingly dull meeting, but they hadn’t expected such a combative start. As the foremost sword sect of the Supreme Court Courtyard Continent, such direct confrontation was only fitting.

For some reason, the fruit became even tastier.

Swordswoman Lin Min walked towards the spacious mountain clearing without even removing her veil.

Zhu Minglang would naturally not back down, was he supposed to cower beneath the sun like those three good-for-nothing men, Wu Feng, Hao Ye, and Yun Zhonghe?

It wasn’t so much about the embarrassment of squatting under the sun as about their intentional differential treatment, which made Zhu Minglang very uncomfortable.

In dealing with these people of the Miao Mountain Sword Sect, blindly following them was meaningless. If there was a problem, settle it with a sword!

“Please, enlighten me,” Swordswoman Lin Min said coldly, holding a sword in her hand.

“No problem, sparring with someone as outstanding in the Sword Dao as I am will indeed be of great benefit to you,” Zhu Minglang said.

Swordswoman Lin Min was so irritated that her hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

All it took was a word of modesty for the Yaoshan Sword Sect, and this kid was getting too big for his boots!

No more nonsense. As the Discipline Hall Master, Swordswoman Lin Min is specifically charged with teaching and severely punishing disciples who break the rules. Known for her severity and ferocity, the young swordswoman who was previously scolded by Zhu Minglang is already gloating.

Swordswoman Lin Min must be from the Fighting Sword Faction; her aura is like the never-ceasing gales at a strait, fierce and wild. Even without drawing her sword, her aura is already assaulting Zhu Minglang’s position with an icy ferocity.

“Behold, my sword!”

The Discipline Hall Master Lin Min’s steps are steady, her sword thrust motions are very deliberate; yet as her sword thrusts forward, roaring winds follow, causing the surrounding statues, pavilions, and trees to sway violently, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

“Sword Howl!”

Zhu Minglang stands in the distance, not needing to move an inch.

The Sword Spirit Dragon bursts forth, its blade crimson; its dancing generates currents around the entire Sword Pavilion, turning these currents into raging waves, which ultimately converge into a surging tsunami of Sword Qi.

One is a gorge wind, the other a tsunami, with a vast difference in power.

Zhu Minglang can’t be bothered to play fancy tricks with Swordswoman Lin Min, choosing to meet brutality with brutality!

The air churns; Zhu Minglang’s side becomes an overwhelming tide, completely engulfing the Sword Qi whipped up by Swordswoman Lin Min and forcing her to retreat.

“Outside the Miao Kingdom, many excellent men like myself are quite chivalrous,” Zhu Minglang said with a smile. “Seeing that you’re a mere woman, I’ll give you a chance. If your sword can make me move half a step, I, Zhu Minglang, will admit defeat!” His words were directed not only at Swordswoman Lin Min but also at the entire Miao Mountain Sword Sect.

He must boast!

How else to wipe away previous shame?

“A mere woman??” That phrase seemed to hit Swordswoman Lin Min’s rage spot. She steadied her stance and pointed her sword at Zhu Minglang.

Suddenly, Swordswoman Lin Min attacked, her sword like a white sail slashing through Zhu Minglang’s Sword Howl, turning into a sharp chopping blade headed straight for Zhu Minglang!

Could Zhu Minglang still not dodge this sword?

A mere boastful dandy!

Yet Zhu Minglang still showed no intent to move; he even continued to talk incessantly.

“The simple sword scores of the steps above, I learned a few moves on my way up the mountain,” he said. “Though it’s an exchange of sword techniques between Yaoshan Sword Sect and Miao Mountain Sword Sect, I feel like you don’t have the qualifications to make me use Yaoshan’s swordsmanship.”

As he spoke, the Sword Spirit Dragon intercepted the sail-chopping sword, its blade forcing Discipline Hall Master Lin Min to rebound several steps.

“Sword Flash!”

Zhu Minglang stood there, his mind united with the Sword Spirit Dragon, using his fingers as a guide to execute the Flying Sword Sparkle he had learned in Monument City!

Daylight was intense, and the crimson body of the Sword Spirit Dragon was strikingly conspicuous, but as Zhu Minglang held his breath and focused, the Sword Spirit Dragon vanished under the blazing sun, without a trace or clue to its whereabouts!

“Sparkle!”

Zhu Minglang shouted, his finger sharply pointing at Swordswoman Lin Min, his bearing like that of a descending Sword Immortal!

Swordswoman Lin Min sensed danger and hastily shifted her position left and right.

Unable to see Zhu Minglang’s Flying Sword in such blazing flames, even shadows were invisible, she couldn’t help but feel unease.

The swordswomen of the Miao Mountain Sword Sect, as well as the female dignitaries from the Capital of Miao Kingdom, all silently marveled. None of them had seen Zhu Minglang’s Flying Sword.

The Flying Sword Sparkle, indeed first conceals the sword then strikes as fast as lightning. Even in the darkness concealing a sword, the blade still gives some trace, certainly not vanishing into thin air, let alone under a bright sun where shadows should exist. Could it be that Zhu Minglang has reached the Realm of Hidden Sword??