Chapter Thirteen: The Guest from Cangzhou

  Qian Yiqun didn't even think about it and stabbed him with a knife.

  Qian Yiqun, a former top student in liberal arts, continued on the path of a scholar after his rebirth. Even when he discovered that this path was not feasible, he still did not fully commit to martial arts. However, at this moment, Qian Yiqun suddenly appeared with a murderous intent, like an old hand in battle, and stabbed the man who had descended from the sky with a replica of the Embroidered Spring Knife.

  The man's hand flashed with a white light, and it was a long sword. He flew down, the sword in his hand, but he still pounced on Wei Lao Gou.

  The long sword tore through the night sky and flew to Qian Yiqun's face in an instant. Qian Yiqun was about to panic and raise his knife to block, but saw a golden light burst forth from his body, which firmly intercepted the flying sword. Qian Yiqun watched as the cold gleaming long sword was pinned to his brow, and involuntarily took a step back, taking a deep breath of cold air.

  "Draw your sword!" The loud, ear-piercing voice of the unseen duck again stimulated everyone's eardrums.

  Qian Yiqun slightly lowered his head to glance at the counterfeit embroidered spring knife in his hand, gritted his teeth, and resolutely dropped it to the ground. He wasn't a master of using knives; the number of times he had actually held this dagger given by his father could be counted on one hand. Nevertheless, in that fleeting moment, it seemed as if he had made a major decision.

  That person heard the indistinct shout and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, but didn't see anyone. Although he vaguely felt something ominous, his body was still pouncing towards Weilao dog's direction and couldn't be turned back easily.

  Under the golden light, Qian Yiqun's left hand pinched a seal, his right hand pointed with his sword along the middle line straight up, and landed on the sword. At that moment, a cool energy was transmitted from his fingers into his body, colliding with the surging Spiritual Sea. The two briefly converged, then merged together in an instant, no longer the dullness and stagnation of Qian Yiqun's practice, as if he had grown another hand, firmly grasping the precious sword.

  The so-called "small trick" of the fox spirit was just a reminder to Qian Yiqun to switch to a real sword.

  This sword technique originally relied on the convergence of sword energy and spiritual essence to produce a driving force, as the saying goes "the spirit depends on the form", how could a wooden chopstick have the "spirit" of a treasure sword?

  Qian Yiqun's difficulty was reduced, and the sword was not an ordinary ironwork, but a spirit-infused one, which further reduced the difficulty for Qian Yiqun. The power of the Sword Controlling Technique suddenly increased. With a light swing of his sword, the treasured sword had already changed direction, pointing at the man who appeared out of thin air.

  That man had not yet pounced on Wei Lao Gou when he suddenly felt his mind shaken, and in horror discovered that his own treasured sword was flying back towards himself.

  "You overestimate your abilities!" The man pointed his sword and shouted loudly, "Bring out your precious sword!"

  Lingyun's control of the sword is like an arm, with no second. Those who are deeply skilled in Lingyun are like great warriors, while those who are shallow are like ignorant children. Although everyone has it, can the difference between depth and shallowness be measured by distance?

  Qian Yiqun's fingers trembled, as if someone was using force to pry open his finger seals. He struggled to hold back the scattered finger seals, and with a flick of his entire arm, he tried to break free from this constricting force.

  The sword in mid-air let out a trembling sound, as if it was about to turn but didn't, and its body slightly arched, momentarily frozen between the two people.

  Ordinary people around have never seen such a scene? Before, seeing the golden light on Qian Xiaoxiao's body was already stunned and speechless, now seeing Qian Xiaoyao and a flying swordsman in a fierce battle, his mind is already shocked to the extreme, fully immersed in watching the show.

  It's precisely because these neighbors aren't making a move that they're tying the newcomer up in knots. If this bunch of ordinary men were to charge at him all at once, he'd have plenty of ways to take them down with one blow. However, since these people are just lurking without attacking, it leaves him no choice but to remain on guard, wasting some of his strength defending against them.

  Qian Yiqun didn't think that much, and with a surge of stronger spiritual energy pouring into the treasure sword, it stabbed forward another three to five inches.

  That person saw himself already under the sword light, no longer able to hold back and prepare for others, his fingers danced like a dance, his dantian churned, all of his spiritual energy was applied to the treasure sword.

  All he heard was a "hum" sound, the treasure sword turned around, and the cold light pointed directly at Qian Yiqun's nose tip. Qian Yiqun only felt that the treasure sword in his hand almost lost control, with only a thread of consciousness left unable to shake the sword in the slightest.

  "Give it to me!" Qian Yiqun suddenly shouted, the spiritual energy in his body surging and expanding, originally chopstick-thick, suddenly swelling up like a beam.

  The mighty spiritual power that came out of nowhere suddenly snatched the treasure sword from the man's control again, and with a swift and smooth motion, it was as if he had snatched a lollipop from a child. This refreshing feeling made Qian Yigun feel exhilarated, his sword pointing agilely, and he stabbed at the man once more.

  "Are you always so straightforward?" The fox couldn't help but cry out again. It finally solved the puzzle in its mind and understood why Qian Yiqun was able to push open the door of Lang Xuan's mansion for the second time after exhausting his strength. It turned out that this kid could always stimulate the hidden spiritual energy in his body during intense drinking, mostly because he had a natural talent.

  Looking at Qian Yiqun's appearance that made people both hate and love him, the fox secretly thought: Having an ally like this is indeed stimulating...

  "Can spiritual power also dodge?" Qian Yiqun didn't think that the invisible and intangible Spiritual Infusion could actually be dodged, and suddenly his fingers trembled. The sword in mid-air was like a wooden puppet controlled by silk strings, shaking back and forth, left and right.

  Everything has its own characteristics, and the characteristic of power is to gather and direct. It seems invisible, but it can also be intercepted, interfered with, and repelled. Qian Yiqun didn't know how to avoid the other party's spiritual power, he just irregularly struggled and retreated like a snake, which made it difficult for the man to retrieve his sword again.

  That man didn't have the wealth of Yiqun, with a golden light shield that made swords and knives unable to invade. He dodged the treasure sword again and again, and after probing around, he didn't find the "master" who pointed out his mistakes. In his opinion, this newcomer was obviously not bad at innate talent, but if he wanted to fight him, he still lacked experience. On the other hand, that "master" hiding in the dark without making a move was even more terrifying.

  If he dares to let his own "children" confront the strong without taking action, it means that he has great confidence to instantly subdue the enemy and not let his people get hurt. In the Jianghu, there are many old hidden masters who are unknown to the world, perhaps at this moment, one of them is using him to practice with their disciples!

  Having understood this trick, the northern Hanzi felt even more restricted, seeing Qian Yiqun's flying sword was not in line with the chapter law. He deliberately revealed a flaw, allowing the treasure sword to cut off his sleeve, but also grasped the hilt. He didn't dare to be arrogant, and with a burst of spiritual energy, he forcibly seized the sword and inserted it back into the scabbard.

  Qian Yiqun hastily used force, but only made the treasure sword jump twice. Suddenly, a yellow talisman appeared in the man's hand and was stuck to the junction of the sword hilt and scabbard. Qian Yiqun's spiritual energy immediately retracted into his body like a broken kite string.

  "In the lower Yangtze region, who are you, Dài Shìmíng?" The man drew his sword and clasped his fist, a layer of cold sweat spreading uncontrollably across his forehead.

  The people around did not dare to lay hands on the "immortal", and as they watched, this dispute came to an end. They were all curious in their hearts: This man had let go of his anger first, it seemed that Qianjialang had won.

  Qian Yiqun looked inward and saw that his spiritual power had decreased by half, with a slow increase. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "You sneak into people's homes at night, is there still any king's law?"

  Dai Shiming took a look at Wei Laogou, who was so scared that his soul was gone, and then looked at Qian Yiqun. The young and tender face of Qian Yiqun reflected the firelight, making it hard for him to understand whether Qian Yiqun's mention of "king's law" was genuine or sarcastic.

  Who would dare to look down on the king's law?