The moon was bright, with few stars visible. Inside the main hall of Wuhen Peak, behind the raggedly dressed Luo Fenggu, there were two figures — a man and a woman, both around sixteen or seventeen years old.
The man was reasonably good-looking, though his eyes kept darting around in a restless, flirtatious manner, giving off an untrustworthy vibe.
The woman had a lock of long hair hanging over her forehead, covering half her face, and only one cold, aloof eye was visible, emitting a "do not approach" aura.
"Luo old man, you rushed out in such a hurry today for these two?"
Luo Fenggu cleared his throat and spoke in a deep voice, "From now on, you'll be fellow disciples. Let's introduce yourselves."
Shen Hongyi smiled slightly and gracefully introduced them. "I'm Shen Hongyi, your senior sister. This guy here is Feng Wuchen, your senior brother—though he can barely be called one."
After she finished speaking, the young man stepped forward first.
"My name is Ye Xiao—Ye from the Ye family, Xiao from the Xiao family. My brothers on the path of cultivation call me Xiao Ge. You can call me that too, I won't mind…"
Upon hearing the incessant chatter from the young man, both Feng Wuchen and Shen Hongyi looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.
The woman, on the other hand, spoke little.
"Sword Cultivator! Liu Fei."
"Sword Cultivator?"
At that moment, both Feng Wuchen and Shen Hongyi exchanged puzzled glances.
There were only four disciples at Wuhen Peak now, and three of them were sword cultivators. It felt a bit strange.
"One peak, three sword cultivators. It's been a long time since Wuhen Peak had this much brilliance!" Shen Hongyi sighed.
"No, it's four sword cultivators!" Luo Fenggu corrected.
"Four sword cultivators?"
Shen Hongyi and Feng Wuchen instinctively turned their attention to Ye Xiao, frowning.
They could believe that Liu Fei was a sword cultivator, as sword cultivators could sense each other's sharpness without exchanging strikes.
But they didn't believe Ye Xiao could be a sword cultivator. This guy didn't even have the slightest sword aura.
In fact, he looked kind of sleazy.
Before they could voice their doubts, Liu Fei drew her sword with a sharp sound, pointing the tip directly at Shen Hongyi.
"You! Fight me! If you lose, I'll become the true successor of Wuhen Peak!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Hongyi raised the corner of her mouth but did not draw her sword. Instead, she pointed to Feng Wuchen.
"If you want to fight me, first defeat him."
Liu Fei looked at Feng Wuchen and furrowed her brows.
"He's too weak."
Shen Hongyi raised three fingers.
"Three moves! If you can last three moves against him, I'll fight you!"
"Three moves? You're underestimating me. Against a mere First Heaven of the Pre-celestial realm, one move is enough!"
As she spoke, Liu Fei's sword swiftly turned, aiming directly at Feng Wuchen.
At that moment, Feng Wuchen clearly sensed the woman's cultivation level.
First Heaven of the Qi Mastery realm!
Although he had once severed an arm of someone at the Seventh Heaven of the Qi Mastery realm, this woman was a sword cultivator like him, making her an almost invincible opponent at the same level.
Liu Fei's strike was quick and fierce. If anyone else faced it, they would likely be dazzled by the speed.
But to Feng Wuchen, it seemed painfully slow.
Though they were both sword cultivators, Liu Fei was at the Lesser Completion stage of the Intent realm, while Feng Wuchen had already reached the Mid Completion stage.
Thus, this strike was full of openings in his eyes.
"Defeated!"
Without even drawing his Fenyang Sword or using the madman's sword technique, Feng Wuchen used only a sword whose spiritual energy had almost completely dissipated.
"Clang!"
The swords collided, and Feng Wuchen's wrist exerted force, using the momentum to flick the sword away.
In that instant, Liu Fei felt her hands go numb, and her sword flew out of her grasp.
"What!"
As her gaze followed the sword as it flew out, she suddenly felt a coldness creeping around her neck.
"When fighting a sword cultivator, never take your eyes off their sword. Got it?"
Crack!
At that moment, Liu Fei's sword fell from the sky and struck the rock beneath her feet, swaying left and right.
For a moment, the entire hall fell into an eerie silence.
Liu Fei stared at Feng Wuchen in disbelief.
How could she lose to a Pre-celestial cultivator?
And lose so badly?
Except for Liu Fei, who was still stunned, Ye Xiao, who had hidden behind the coffin, swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"This guy... is he really just a Pre-celestial cultivator?"
Feng Wuchen withdrew his sword from her neck, placing it in his storage ring, and turned away.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head back."
Luo Fenggu smiled slightly and spoke softly, "Since you've all met, go to bed!"
After saying that, he lay back down in the coffin.
"Ah? Old man! Where are we supposed to sleep?" Ye Xiao hurriedly asked.
"Sleep wherever you want."
After saying that, Luo Fenggu closed the coffin lid, and there was no further response.
Shen Hongyi pulled the sword from Liu Fei's hands, handing it back to her.
"If you don't mind, come to my place tonight?"
Liu Fei blinked, her cheeks turning slightly red, but she didn't refuse.
"Thank you…"
Ye Xiao swallowed hard, as if grasping at a lifeline, and leaned in with a sleazy expression.
"Senior Sister... I... I don't mind!"
"Get lost!"
Before Shen Hongyi could say anything, Liu Fei swiftly drew her sword, causing Ye Xiao to shake with fear.
Shen Hongyi could only laugh helplessly, glancing toward Feng Wuchen, who was about to leave.
Ye Xiao hurriedly ran up and grabbed Feng Wuchen's leg.
"Brother Feng! You can't just leave me like this!"
Feng Wuchen was speechless.
"Let go!"
"I won't let go!"
Feng Wuchen took a deep breath and turned to ask Shen Hongyi.
"Senior Sister, is it a crime to kill fellow disciples at Wuhen Peak?"
"No, Wuhen Peak's rule is that there are no rules!"
"Good!"
At that moment, as Feng Wuchen drew his sword, Ye Xiao instantly shrank back.
But before he could react, Ye Xiao disappeared in an instant, vanishing from under Feng Wuchen's feet.
"So fast!"
The speed was so incredible that even Feng Wuchen was momentarily stunned.
Even if he had truly intended to kill Ye Xiao earlier, it would have been impossible at such speed.
Ye Xiao, now leaning against the coffin, mournfully muttered, "Old man! You didn't say this when I came. You told me Wuhen Peak was the strongest peak in the Qingchen Sect. You promised riches and luxury... You can't trick me like this…"
Seeing Ye Xiao's frightened state, Shen Hongyi couldn't help but speak up.
"A grown man like you shouldn't be so dramatic. Where else would you sleep for the night?"
Ye Xiao shrank his neck and pointed around.
"It's so dark, and there's a coffin nearby... I... I don't dare to sleep here…"
The others all looked at him with strange expressions.
This guy was a martial artist, a sword cultivator, yet he was so timid?
Shen Hongyi smiled playfully and pointed in a direction.
"No problem. Behind this hall, there are the graves of countless ancestors of Wuhen Peak. They come out every night to chat with people. With them keeping you company, the night will pass quickly!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiao immediately sat down with a pale face.
Seeing him like this, Feng Wuchen couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, he and the two women reached a mutual understanding.
That old lunatic must have made a mistake.
This guy could not possibly be a sword cultivator!