Chapter 56: You Don't Understand My Sword!

  Listening to this sound, Chen Qingzhu and Ji Wubing subconsciously turned their heads, looked up, and found that the person was stepping over the threshold, staring at them.

  Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her bright eyes flashing with a hint of surprise. She thought to herself:

  Namuo Bei, what brings you to this Transmission Hall?

  Get a sword technique here, but it costs ten spirit stones. This guy is from a poor background, a complete pauper!

  Unless, unless, could it be that he had never learned swordsmanship before?

  Ji Wu Bing raised an eyebrow, staring intently at Mo Bei for a few moments before narrowing her eyes and revealing a hint of disdain: "This kid only knows to come to the Transmission Hall now to receive free sword techniques?"

  "Hmph." Ji Wubing let out a slight hum, the overbearing and arrogant look in his eyes was evident.

  At that time, Old Eighth Ji at the gate of the main hall also raised the corner of his mouth, lifted his nostrils, and was arrogant.

  Mo Bei ignored the disdain in Ji Wu's eyes, glanced at Chen Qing Zhu, smiled slightly and walked a few steps forward into the center of the grand hall. He bowed his hands to the gray-robed old man sitting under the countless jade slips and said respectfully:

  "Venerable steward, I am Mo Bei, an outer sect disciple of the first level of Qi refinement. I have come to purchase a sword technique."

  His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it kept echoing in the empty Dharma Hall, falling into Chen Qingzhu and Ji Wubing's ears.

  Chen Qing's eyes widened even more, the surprise in her gaze turned into a hint of astonishment, which became even thicker.

  Many thoughts were swirling in his mind.

  He actually came to buy swordsmanship.

  As far as I know, apart from the free sword techniques given to outer sect disciples beforehand, anyone who wants to purchase sword techniques must have enough spirit stones. Also, any disciple who wants to buy sword techniques must first comprehend the sword intent and leak out the sword energy of the previously cultivated free sword techniques!

  Only by meeting these two conditions can you buy swordsmanship.

  "It's impossible in theory," Chen Qingzhu's eyes were filled with skepticism: "If you want to buy sword techniques, each one costs at least ten spirit stones."

  "Is that just a short month?" Chen Qing's beautiful eyes were filled with even more doubt: "Could it be that he has already earned enough spirit stones? And also grasped the sword intent?"

  Ji Wu Bing also had the same idea as her, and his heart was full of distrust.

  "Hmph, this kid's innate talent is nothing special, how can he grasp the sword intent so quickly? Unleash the sword energy!?"

  Even if he could, where did he get the spirit stone from?

  Thinking of this, Ji Wubing subconsciously turned his head to take a glance at Chen Qingzhu, and continued thinking: "My family has many external disciples on that Penglai Island doing tasks for me, earning spirit stones. Now I only have a dozen or so spirit stones in hand."

  "How did that kid manage to earn enough spirit stones again?"

  "Hmm"

  The lady hummed softly, her face filled with disdain as she gazed at Mo Bei. She sneered coldly: "If you want to buy sword techniques, you must first comprehend the intent of the previous sword technique. Can you do that?"

  Mo Bei smiled slightly, her eyes gleaming brightly as she met Ji Wu Bing's condescending gaze.

  Staring each other in the eye, with sharp words at each other's throat.

  "Thanks for reminding me, but... I've already grasped the sword intent several days ago." Mo Bei said calmly and slowly drew his sword, shaking his wrist.

  "Clear Wind Slash!"

  The sword body suddenly trembled, and the sound of "Weng" echoed.

  The long sword followed Mo Bei's movement, a slash in the void.

  A pale blue sword aura instantly spread from the sword body, with a sharp and powerful sword momentum that could split gold and break stones - it was indeed the sword energy!

  At this sight, Chen Qing's eyebrows suddenly rose, and his eyes emitted a strange glow.

  Ji Wu Bing's face was filled with incredulity, her eyes wide with shock as she stared blankly at the long sword in Mo Bei's hand, and the faint blue sword aura that emanated from its blade.

  He was extremely surprised in his heart.

  "All these days I haven't been doing tasks, but instead have been bitterly cultivating. Only yesterday did I finally comprehend the sword intent and produce a sword aura from that spiritual energy. That little brat, could he be even faster than me? How is this possible?"

  Unexpectedly, I was actually surpassed by that grassroots kid!

  Ji Wu Bing narrowed her eyes, revealing a hint of jealousy and annoyance in her gaze.

  Ji Wu Bing glanced at the sword aura again, pretending to be surprised, and sneered: "Oh, I thought it was something. It turned out to be that Clear Wind Slash, the sword aura produced by the Clear Wind Sword Technique."

  "That Qingfeng, if I recall correctly, you had already grasped the sword technique during the sect's trial by combat, right?" Ji Wubing said with a shake of his head and a scornful smile: "And yet, it took until now for you to comprehend the intent behind the sword..."

  Saying that, Ji Wubing turned around and smiled at Old Eighth Ji: "That kid's talent is mediocre, nothing more than that."

  "Ah, yes, yes! That little brat can't compare to you! Elder Sister Ji is one of the four great geniuses among the outer sect disciples of the Tai Xu Sect! In terms of comprehension and cultivation, that little brat isn't even qualified to help you tie your shoes!"

  "That little brat..." said Ji Laobai, subconsciously glaring at Mo Bei with a hint of resentment, gritting his teeth and sneering: "If it weren't for him acting too late, that day on the island, we wouldn't have lost so many people! Hmph!"

  Mo Bei's eyes narrowed slightly as he heard this, and a faint, cold smile played on his lips.

  For some people, human nature is inherently evil!

  You treat him well, you save him, but instead of being grateful, he remembers hatred and sarcasm towards you!

  Ji Wu Bing looked at Mo Bei again, her eyes slightly raised, her chin slightly lifted, with a hint of disdain and contempt, looking quite arrogant.

  Mo Bei fell silent and withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the two servants.

  This scene fell into Ji Wubing's eyes.

  The latter was suddenly furious in his heart.

  As the young master of the Ji family, I have a rare talent and a high status. Yet, I was ignored by that insignificant nobody, an ant!

  Mo Bei's calm expression was like a needle, piercing deeply into Ji Wu Bing's proud heart.

  The princess's face turned dark with anger, her eyebrows furrowed, and she clenched her fists, a hint of ferocity flashing across her face.

  "A mere grassroots swordsman, can also afford to buy sword techniques?" Ji Wubing said coldly, "It's just that you've managed to cultivate some sword intent from your previous training and taken advantage of it, thinking you're something now?"

  Chen Qingzhu beside her furrowed her eyebrows slightly, gazing at Ji Wubing with a hint of faint disgust in her eyes.

  Ji Wu Bing sneered coldly, staring at Mo Bei as she continued to mock him: "If you can once again display a sword intent from your purchased sword techniques, I'll refund the money for you!"

  "But... humph," Ji Wubing curled her lip and gave Mo Bei a disdainful glance: "You're not even capable of that."

  Mo Bei finally stopped in his tracks, his eyes gazing over once more, looking at Ji Wu Bing, and smiling as he said, "Are your words truly sincere?"

  For some reason, Mo Bei looked at her again.

  Ji had no intention of being ill, but in her heart, she was secretly delighted. She let out a snort of laughter: "What I said is naturally true, however, whether you have the ability to do so is another matter altogether."

  Mo Bei's mouth corners, that one arc degree, became more and more upturned. His face was filled with a blooming smile.

  Seeing this scene, Ji Wubing's heart tightened, and he secretly thought: That little guy, could it be that he is cultivating...

  Before he could finish thinking, the next scene caused Ji Wu Bing's expression to freeze instantly.

  Mo Bei smiled coldly and twisted his ankle, his body was like a gust of wind, rushing out quickly.

  Wrist twists, sword momentum bursts forth!

  "Observe the sun's sword!" Mo Bei suddenly shouted loudly!

  That long sword kept waving in the void, changing its moves, turning into countless sword flowers, like a lotus flower.

  That sword lotus enveloped Mo Bei in an instant, a five-foot void!

  Within five feet, sharp white lights flashed continuously, gathering into a sheet of dazzling brilliance!

  Na Ji was suddenly caught off guard by Lao Ba's unexpected move and only felt a flash before her eyes.

  Dazzling white light almost blinded his eyes.

  Severe eye pain.

  Ji involuntarily let out a low hum and her body retreated several steps on its own, her heart filled with extreme fright.

  His eyes were as if pierced by ten thousand sharp needles, causing unbearable pain and tears.

  The old lady let out a miserable cry, covering her eyes tightly and wailing: "It hurts, it's killing me! Ahh..."

  The sword's momentum is overwhelming, its brilliant intent shining brightly, as if it could destroy withered and rotten things, leaving no room for resistance!

  Mo Beidou's movements came to a stop, his sword intent withdrawn, and he slowly sheathed his longsword.

  Mo Bei's face showed a smile that grew more radiant, and he said softly, "How is it?"

  The princess was crying uncontrollably, her eyes blinking constantly as tears flowed freely.

  His face was filled with incredulity, his originally somewhat handsome face turned bright red and twisted.

  He stared at Mo Bei in horror. The smile on Mo Bei's face fell into his eyes, as if it was the most contemptuous ridicule in the world.

  I haven't been doing tasks at all during this period of time. All the time has been spent on that cultivation.

  Until yesterday, he finally grasped the sword's intention and unleashed his sword energy. His heart was proud and arrogant.

  Who would have thought that this kid, who had always been viewed as a nobody, a mere ant, would actually unleash the aura of two sword techniques!

  Ji had no choice but to believe it, her heart full of shock and astonishment:

  How did he surpass me! How did he manage to grasp the sword intent of both routes of swordsmanship!

  How can he be stronger than me? This is impossible, impossible!

  It's clear at a glance!

  "Bang!"

  An invisible slap, heavily slapped on Ji Wubing's face.

  Ashamed to show one's face!

  At this moment, Ji Wu Bing's eyes stung.

  But what made him most uncomfortable and stifled was that his proud heart seemed to have been pierced by Mo Bei like a sharp needle.

  At that moment, Ji Wu's face turned pale and he was speechless with shame, standing still in his tracks.

  Mo Bei smiled slightly and said calmly, "Don't forget to pay for my swordsmanship lessons on my behalf."

  Looking at Ji Wubing's unwell complexion, Mo Bei laughed even more: "What's wrong, the great Ji Wubing, also wants to shirk responsibility?"

  Mo Bei said the two words "genius" with a strong emphasis on the pronunciation.

  "Slap!" Another slap!

  Ji had no illness, only feeling that the humiliation he suffered today was more severe than the first half of his life! He was so angry that his whole body trembled with rage, and he almost vomited blood.

  "Alright!"

  Ji took a deep breath, gritted her teeth tightly, and almost ground them into powder!

  His eyes burst open, his face twisted into a ferocious expression, and his gaze revealed a deep-seated hatred. He spoke in a sinister tone, "You little brat, let's see how things play out!"

  After that, Ji Wubing turned black and threw down a small bag of spiritual stones. He didn't care about the old man who was covering his eyes and wailing on the ground, and he strode away with a flick of his sleeve.

  Mo Beixu grasped at the void and caught the spirit stone pouch.

  Mo Bei felt delighted in his heart after earning the spiritual stone.

  Chen Qing's eyes gleamed with a strange light, constantly sizing up Mo Bei, nodding slightly. The delicate red lips at the corner of her mouth gradually revealed a hint of a smile: "Those who humiliate others will inevitably be humiliated themselves. It serves you right!"

  Having said that, Chen Qingzhu stopped sizing up Mo Bei and withdrew his gaze to once again become immersed in the jade slips that filled the sky.

  Mo Bei then glanced at the black-robed old man.

  The old man in black nodded slightly: "The sword intent has been understood, and you can buy the sword technique."

  Mo Bei nodded in agreement, stood with his hands behind his back, and stepped into the endless expanse of sword techniques.