The Sword Discussion Conference has begun.
Within the Hidden Sword Manor, a massive arena rose to prominence.
Surrounding the arena were countless heroes, including many sword cultivators from the Master Rankings.
Everyone was cracking their knuckles, ready to show their skills.
"This time, the winner of the Sword Discussion Conference will receive a famous sword! I'm determined to get it; no one can compete with me!"
"Ten famous swords! I have to get at least one!"
"Tsk, with my skills as a Fire Sword Master, getting a famous sword will be easy! I want to see who dares to be my opponent!"
"The scale of this Sword Discussion Conference is unprecedented, truly the grandest sword event in the history of the Great Zhou. The number of sword cultivators here is overwhelming, and I can't wait to see how many renowned masters and young talents will emerge!"
As everyone buzzed with excitement, a few figures slowly approached from a distance. The leader wore a snow-white outfit, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding an extraordinary aura, as if an immortal had descended.
It was Ling Feng along with several young talents from Baiyun Sect.
As he arrived, everyone's attention was drawn to him.
"Ling Feng, he's really here to participate in this Sword Discussion Conference!"
"I don't know if the others will achieve fame, but this person is sure to leave a mark in the martial history of the Great Zhou."
"I heard that the Great Zhou is preparing to include him in the Heavenly Rankings."
"A young master of the Heavenly Rankings, truly astonishing."
Suddenly, several figures flew out from Hidden Sword Manor.
At the forefront was a distinguished-looking man with white hair at his temples yet a handsome face, a rare and charming middle-aged man—he was Feng Zhengyang, the current master of Hidden Sword Manor.
He ranked third on the Great Zhou Heavenly Rankings.
"Haha, indeed a youthful hero! With such age and cultivation, it's no wonder the Seven Stars Dragon Abyss Sword acknowledges you as its master," Feng Zhengyang smiled at Ling Feng.
Ling Feng, feeling a bit awkward, scratched his nose. He knew that the Seven Stars Dragon Abyss Sword in his possession originally belonged to Hidden Sword Manor but was forcibly taken by Liu Rusi.
However, Feng Zhengyang bore no grudge. Looking at Ling Feng with admiration, he said, "I heard you killed the Poetic Swordsman a few days ago?"
"Yes, do you know him?" Ling Feng asked, a bit wary. Was this person a friend of the Poetic Swordsman seeking revenge?
"Haha, good kill! That Poetic Swordsman was a fraud, secretly buying poems and claiming they were his own. I've never liked him!" Feng Zhengyang laughed heartily.
Ling Feng then relaxed.
"I look forward to your performance in this Sword Discussion Conference," Feng Zhengyang smiled at him.
With a flash, he disappeared, leaving two old men to host the Sword Discussion Conference.
The rules of the conference were straightforward: sword cultivators would take the stage and accept challenges from others. Feng Zhengyang and several esteemed sword cultivators would serve as judges, selecting the ten most outstanding sword cultivators.
After the conference commenced, someone leaped onto the arena.
The individual wore a long robe, exuding sword energy and glancing with sharp eyes at the Baiyun Sect members. He said casually, "I am Liu Yang from Tianwu Sect. I wonder which of you from Baiyun Sect is willing to spar with me?"
His opening challenge was directed at Baiyun Sect, clearly showing his displeasure, which was understandable since the masters of the three top sects had fallen to Ling Feng.
"Then I will…" Ling Feng slightly nodded, rising to take the stage.
However, Liu Yang immediately recoiled, nervously saying, "Ling Feng, don't come up! I know I'm not your match. As a Martial Sovereign, would you really want to bully a mere Martial Master like me?"
"Uh…" Ling Feng felt that stepping onto the stage might indeed be a bit of bullying.
At that moment, Feng Xiaoyao stepped forward, saying, "No need for Ling Feng to personally take action against a Martial Master. I can handle it easily."
With a swish, Feng Xiaoyao leaped onto the arena.
The Autumn Water Sword suddenly unsheathed.
Seeing the sword, everyone gasped.
"It's the Autumn Water!"
"The Autumn Water Sword, ranked ninth on the famous sword list!"
"I can't believe that this sword ended up in his hands!"
Many sword cultivators looked at the Autumn Water Sword with fiery eyes. Liu Yang, in particular, glared with anger, "That sword was originally my Tianwu Sect's master's treasured sword! You, give it back to me!"
"Oh, this sword? Our Baiyun Sect has plenty!" Feng Xiaoyao replied casually.
Hearing this, the crowd was speechless.
This was the Autumn Water Sword!
Ranked ninth among famous swords!
You have plenty in Baiyun Sect? That's some bold claim.
"Bullshit!" Liu Yang snorted, charging at Feng Xiaoyao.
Feng Xiaoyao didn't back down. His Hurricane Martial Body activated, drastically increasing his speed. He unleashed strikes with the Autumn Water Sword, each swing radiating sword energy like an unstoppable storm, quickly suppressing Liu Yang.
A sword energy sliced out.
Liu Yang couldn't dodge in time and was directly struck off the arena!
"So weak," Feng Xiaoyao shook his head.
But he knew that his current cultivation was entirely thanks to the cleansing elixir given to him by Ling Feng; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to break through to this level.
"I didn't expect Baiyun Sect to have disciples reach the peak of Martial Master besides Ling Feng. Baiyun Sect is truly on the rise!" some people thought to themselves.
Suddenly, another burly man charged onto the arena.
The newcomer wielded a massive red sword, emanating a fierce, burning sword energy. "Huangji Palace has come to challenge!"
Yet before they could engage, Gu Linglong could no longer sit still. "Feng Shixiong, step down! Let me take on this opponent; let me show what I can do!"
They had come here to train and validate their sword paths, so of course, they wanted to participate. Moreover, the higher the opponent's strength, the better.
Feng Xiaoyao looked at her, then cast a sympathetic glance at the opposing fighter, saying, "You're not very lucky; just wait for defeat."
He knew Gu Linglong had already advanced to Martial King.
Her cultivation was even higher than his.
"Hmph, a mere girl, what strength can you have?" the burly man sneered, but Gu Linglong smiled faintly, drawing the Autumn Water Sword. Instantly, a chilling sword energy aimed at him.
This scene left the crowd stunned.
"What's going on? Another Autumn Water Sword?"
"No, that one must be a replica, right?"
"But the sword energy… doesn't seem quite right!"
While the crowd was puzzled, Gu Linglong and the burly man had already begun to clash.
In less than ten exchanges, the seemingly indestructible heavy sword in the man's hand was unexpectedly cleaved in two, and Gu Linglong's sharp sword energy sent him flying off the arena!
The crowd gasped in shock.
"It's the real deal!"
"How can there be two Autumn Water Swords?"
Discussions erupted among the spectators.
After defeating the burly man, Gu Linglong stood tall, exuding an air of elegance.
Just then, Leng Ningshuang leaped onto the arena.
"Next up, it's my turn."
Gu Linglong pouted, "I'm not done having fun yet."
But she still stepped down.
With a flash of sword light, another Autumn Water Sword appeared in Leng Ningshuang's hands as she pointed her sword at the crowd, icy sword energy radiating outward.
"Who dares to step up for a challenge?!"
Everyone stared at the Autumn Water in her hand, dumbfounded.
What in the world was happening?!
They recalled Feng Xiaoyao's words...
Does everyone in Baiyun Sect truly possess an Autumn Water Sword?!
"Wow, is Baiyun Sect really equipped with an Autumn Water Sword for everyone?!"
"I can't believe it, Baiyun Sect is cheating! I refuse to accept this!"