Song Qingshu was utterly unconvinced about Fahai, who had taken his tenth position.
How could an outcast, expelled from his sect, compare to him, a true Disciple of the Wudang Sect!
Fahai's reputation in the Jianghu was nothing but a rumor.
The only reason he could replace him was pure luck.
He wanted to compete with Fahai!
Song Qingshu was full of confidence, firmly believing he could defeat Fahai.
This way, he could prove himself once again.
He would declare to the world that it wasn't that Song Qingshu was inferior to Fahai, but that Fahai was no match for him at all!
The only reason Fahai could oust him was a mistake by Tianji Tower.
Secondly, he could display his charm in front of that Young Lady.
He noticed that the beautiful woman paid him no mind, her eyes only on Fahai, and his heart was already in turmoil.
If he could defeat Fahai, he would surely win her attention.
This way, he would naturally have a chance to win the beauty's heart.
Killing two birds with one stone, Song Qingshu's plan was quite satisfactory.
The crowd noticed the unusual atmosphere and gathered around.
What happened?
Song Qingshu and Fahai had a conflict?
"No wonder, Fahai took Song Qingshu's tenth position on the innate ranking, so Song Qingshu naturally wouldn't let it go."
"It seems there's excitement to be had. The struggle between the former and current tenth-ranked will surely be thrilling."
"Song Qingshu comes from a prominent family and has profound strength; Fahai, on the other hand, has made rapid progress and possesses ruthless methods."
"The two are evenly matched, both outstanding young talents. We are fortunate to witness this contest."
Everyone in the Jianghu also wanted to know who would be superior.
Two elegant Young Masters stood not far away, their gazes falling on the two confronting figures.
One of them, dressed in brocade, had a slightly upturned mustache, exuding a carefree Aura.
His eyes were sharp, as if he could see through everything.
This person was Lu Xiaofeng, renowned in the Jianghu for his loyalty and ability to command a hundred responses.
The person beside him was also a distinguished, gentle and refined Young Master.
Unfortunately, his eyes were lifeless; he was blind.
He was Hua Manlou, the seventh son of the Jiangnan Hua family, gentle and elegant.
The two had a deep friendship. They had come to Wuliang Mountain this time originally to observe the Zhenlong Chess Game.
Lu Xiaofeng loved excitement, so he naturally wouldn't miss such a grand event.
So he dragged Hua Manlou along.
Unexpectedly, they hadn't seen the chess game, but instead stumbled upon another storm.
A showdown between the old and new tenth on the innate ranking.
Lu Xiaofeng lightly unfolded his fan and asked Hua Manlou with a smile:
"Brother Hua, who do you think will be superior between these two?"
"Song Qingshu goes without saying, he's of the Wudang orthodox lineage, a descendant of Zhang Sanfeng's Personal Disciple."
"Although Fahai hasn't been famous for long, he has successively defeated powerful enemies. Zhaixing Zi died by his hand, Murong Fu was defeated by his palm, and Yu Canghai was even killed by a single Buddhist Staff."
"He single-handedly wiped out the Qingcheng Sect, and his actions are astonishing."
"If they truly fight, it will surely be extraordinarily exciting."
Lu Xiaofeng loved to watch conflicts, so he naturally hoped this battle would begin as soon as possible.
Hua Manlou chuckled and shook his head: "The outcome is hard to predict."
Lu Xiaofeng then said: "I actually think Song Qingshu has a greater chance."
"After all, the Wudang brand carries too much weight."
Fahai looked at Song Qingshu, feeling a bit helpless.
Is this the result of obsession?
Without Zhou Zhiruo, there was still Wanwan.
Was it persistent delusion, or a craving for beauty?
He looked at Song Qingshu, who was actively provoking him, and felt confused.
Is there something wrong with this person's mind?
"Fahai, I want to fight you. Do you dare to accept the challenge or not!"
Seeing that the other party was still distracted, Song Qingshu's anger surged, almost making his nose crooked.
Fahai regained his composure, smiled softly, and said calmly: "You are not worthy."
As soon as his words fell, a group of Wudang Disciples immediately became furious.
Song Qingshu was their Senior Brother, the outstanding talent among the third generation Disciples of Wudang!
Fahai dared to say he wasn't good enough!
This was clearly looking down on the entire Wudang Sect!
Immediately, a Disciple couldn't help but angrily retort: "Do you think Senior Brother Song is an empty show like Murong Fu?"
"Monk, you are too arrogant!"
Song Qingshu sneered, "I think you're just afraid to fight, aren't you?"
"You, Fahai, are nothing but a hypocrite who seeks fame!"
Everyone could see that Song Qingshu was using a taunt, and Fahai originally didn't want to bother.
But Wanwan's eyes flickered, and she spoke softly.
"Little Master, since he's so determined to die, why don't you give him a hand?"
Fahai knew Wanwan's nature well. If she disliked someone, she would definitely push that person into a desperate situation.
So he smiled faintly: "As the saying goes, if you're sending the Buddha, send him all the way to the west. Since the Benefactor insists on seeking humiliation, this humble monk shall grant his wish."
"amitabha."
After saying that, he softly chanted a Buddhist invocation.
Xuzhu rubbed his bald head, full of confusion.
Is this phrase... used like that?
Song Qingshu's face was as dark as ink, extremely unsightly.
"Send to the west?"
He said coldly: "I'll see who sends whom to the west!"
After speaking, he suddenly released the True Qi within his body, and the world was instantly swept by strong winds!
His cultivation completely erupted, and the monstrous True Qi surged in all directions!
The surrounding crowd was all shocked and pale!
"Half-step Grandmaster!"
"What astonishing Internal Energy!"
"As expected of the original tenth-ranked expert on the innate ranking!"
As discussions arose, a look of smugness gradually appeared on Song Qingshu's face.
Most of the people present were praising this famous Disciple, while that Fahai was merely an outcast expelled from his sect. How could he be compared to him?
"Fahai, show all your abilities and fight me!"
Who knew, Fahai merely shook his head indifferently, as if he didn't even put him in his eyes.
"You make your Move."
This dismissive attitude completely ignited Song Qingshu's rage.
Since he could remember, he had never been so underestimated by anyone.
Song Qingshu's face suddenly turned cold, "Good, you brought this upon yourself!"
Before his words finished, a three-foot green blade pierced through the air, its Sword Qi tearing through the wind, vast and boundless!
"Wudang Sword Art!"
Someone exclaimed in surprise.
The Wudang Sword Art was the Wudang Sect's guardian technique, personally created by Zhang Sanfeng.
Every Disciple would practice it.
However, the basic sword Move Song Qingshu was performing at this moment contained an endless momentum, with a magnificent Aura, clearly having reached the Transcendent realm.
Even if it was just an introductory sword art, it could unleash astonishing power.
"What a fierce sword Aura!"
Someone praised.
"With this skill alone, Song Qingshu is enough to rank among the top ten on the innate ranking!"
No one knew what method Fahai would use to counter.
Everyone's gaze turned to Fahai.
But they were surprised to find—
Song Qingshu's sword strike had a terrifying Aura and astonishing power, its Move clearly from a renowned orthodox sect. Faced with such a fierce offensive, Fahai showed no intention of dodging, allowing the sword's edge to strike him directly!
Everyone present showed shocked expressions.
Was Fahai trying to test the sword with his body?
Song Qingshu, as a half-step Grandmaster, was performing a long-standing sword art. If he were truly hit by that sword, it would at least cause severe injury, and at worst, be fatal.
But Fahai remained as still as a mountain.
Just as everyone was in doubt, Fahai suddenly let out a low shout.
"Kasaya!"
Before his words finished, a golden light suddenly flashed on his body. In an instant, the light vibrated, and Song Qingshu was directly sent flying!
"This... what's going on?!"
Someone couldn't help but exclaim.
Song Qingshu's sword strike actually failed to work?
This kasaya must be extraordinary!
"Heavenly Silkworm Robe?"
Lu Xiaofeng also couldn't help but murmur the name.
The Heavenly Silkworm Robe was woven from Heavenly Silkworm silk, soft and tough, making it difficult for ordinary swords and blades to harm it in the slightest.
This kasaya before them also seemed to possess such divine efficacy.
That's why Lu Xiaofeng blurted it out.
But upon closer inspection, it didn't have the same texture as the Heavenly Silkworm Robe.
"It seems this kasaya has some mystery to it."
A flicker of thought crossed Lu Xiaofeng's eyes as he muttered to himself.