428 Sword Power is the Master
Everyone was anticipating another exciting duel, but Lei Wujie's six consecutive 'wait's caused everyone present to drop their jaws in shock.
"Wait?" Luo Qingyang smiled and put away his Nine Songs sword. "Wait for what?"
"Senior has already fought two consecutive duels today, and the opponents in both duels were extraordinarily powerful. Although Senior looks like he's fine to me, I'm sure your physical strength is no longer as strong as it was at the beginning," Lei Wujie said slowly.
Luo Qingyang shook his head. "I'm fine…"
"No need to explain!" Lei Wujie interrupted him immediately, "Senior has the heart to go easy on me but I cannot accept it. The swordsmen of my generation are all sincere in our hearts and we cannot be ashamed of our swords. Didn't Senior say that you were going to wait here for a few days? Then, in three days, after Senior is well rested, I will come back here again to challenge your sword!"
"I…" Luo Qingyang was about to speak, but Lei Wujie waved his hand to stop him again. "Senior, see you in three days!" Without waiting for Luo Qingyang to reply to his declaration, he leaped into the air and returned to the teahouse.
Xiao Se and Ye Ruoyi shook their heads helplessly, and Xiao Se knocked on the table. "Are you crazy?"
Xie Xuan chuckled. "Rather cunning of you."
In the eyes of the swordsmen who had just witnessed the two incredible duels, the Solitary Sword Immortal's mettle had already reached the level of a divine being. But, just as the atmosphere was mounting, the Solitary Sword Immortal issued another challenge that received no answer. Then, while the man was exuding an aura of being invincible under Heaven, Lei Wujie suddenly jumped down from the teahouse and acted out foolishly while issuing a promise to duel in three days. That earlier atmosphere was completely wiped clean. All the swordsmen spectators realised that the show was over today, agreed with each other to meet again in three days, and then left.
"You saw the Solitary Sword Immortal's sword just now, and you also saw Wushuang's sword. You consider yourself to be a young hero with an extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, but compared to them, do you really think you're up to that level?" Xiao Se asked coldly.
"I can't compare," Lei Wujie said calmly. "I probably can't compare to any of the three people who fought today, especially the Solitary Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang. The gap is huge."
"Then what the hell are you going to fight with!" Xiao Se couldn't hold back from cursing him.
"He slashed the Yong'an Prince Residence plaque with one sword. That's a show of force. Regardless of whether we challenge him or not, he will come to our door. Instead of waiting for him to come pick a fight, isn't it better if we challenge him first? At the very least, we can also…" Lei Wujie reconsidered his words and didn't continue.
"We can also what? Go on," Xiao Se said coldly.
"Can also become famous…" Lei Wujie muttered softly.
The room suddenly descended into silence. Everyone was speechless, and only Xie Xuan laughed loudly. "Lei-xiong is really a remarkable person."
White Prince Residence.
Late at night.
Wushuang sat on the bed, his face pale. Although Luo Qingyang's sword did not cause any serious external injuries, it had well and truly injured his qi. He would have to rest for a few days to regain enough energy to even hold a sword.
"Over the next few days, the White Prince Residence will increase our defences. You can stay here and have a good rest. There are guards outside watching this house day and night. Those killers won't be able to break in," Xiao Chong said to Wushuang.
Wushuang laughed. "Really? But my friend has already entered."
Xiao Chong snapped his head up and saw a man in black sitting on the ceiling beam. He had an oil-paper umbrella slung on his waist, and Xiao Chong recognised him immediately. "Su Muyu!"
"Don't worry, he's my friend. With him around, you can be rest assured of my safety," Wushuang said slowly.
Xiao Chong frowned. "Do you know who he is?"
"Hidden River's Umbrella Ghost, Head of Su House. Don't worry, he's no longer with the Red Prince. He's now on our side." Wushuang grinned.
"I'm not on your side. I just want to kill Su Changhe," Su Muyu said mildly.
"Stubborn." Wushuang patted Xiao Chong on the shoulder. "I'm fine. You go and rest."
Xiao Chong glanced at Su Muyu uneasily, and finally stood up. But, when he opened the door, he found Lei Wujie and Xiao Se standing outside.
"Looks like my guards are really useless. How did two more people sneak in?" Xiao Chong said wryly.
"Why did you say two more? Who else is here besides us?" Lei Wujie walked straight into the room, looked around but didn't see anyone else inside. Xiao Chong raised his head and realised that Su Muyu, who was sitting on the beam had disappeared.
"Are you looking for me?" Wushuang asked.
Lei Wujie took out a package of medicine. "I brought you some excellent herbs from Xiao Se's medicine house for fortifying your health. You know this guy is really stingy so it wasn't easy for me to get my hands on this."
Xiao Se and Xiao Chong nodded slightly at each other. Then, they also walked in and found a stool each to sit on. Xiao Se said impatiently, "Don't talk nonsense. You're here to ask for advice, so just ask it directly."
Wushuang came to a realisation. "You're here to ask about Luo Qingyang's sword?"
"Yes, know yourself and your enemy, and you will be victorious in a hundred battles. Right now, it's absolutely impossible for my swordsmanship to be stronger than Luo Qingyang's, so I can only try and find some weakness in his swordsmanship. Then, I can take advantage of that weakest link, execute a surprise move, and defeat him decisively!" Lei Wujie said loudly.
"Then can you ask something more specific? My memory is not very good." Wushuang scratched his head.
Lei Wujie made himself at home and sat down right beside Wushuang's bed. "The last sword he used against you. From which direction did the sword come from?"
Wushuang thought for a while. "From every direction."
Lei Wujie was taken aback for a moment, and he asked again, "Then, at that moment, could you tell where the sword aura was the strongest? And where was it the weakest?"
Wushuang thought about it again. "Everywhere and nowhere."
Lei Wujie spread his hands. "Then, there's nothing to talk about."
"It was indeed such a feeling. Fighting Luo Qingyang's sword is different from anyone else's. When I cross swords with other people, we can fight in a desert, a grassland, or a restaurant. But when I crossed swords with Luo Qingyang, I felt as if I've arrived somewhere new. And this place belonged to Luo Qingyang, and it belonged to Luo Qingyang's Nine Songs sword. In there, the wind was desolate, the surroundings were vast, and there was a faint sound of someone singing in my ear. And I… felt as if I wanted to cry at that moment," Wushuang said slowly.
Xiao Se and Lei Wujie exchanged a glance, and Xiao Se nodded. "This is what they call the sword power of a sword immortal. His sword can draw out a world, and in this world, he is the master."
"This is gonna be tough." Lei Wujie thought for a while. "If you can fight him again, Wushuang, what swordplay will you use against him?"
"The same as today, but I'll be stronger!" Wushuang said solemnly.
"Wushuang, you're also quite stubborn," Lei Wujie said with emotion.
Wushuang raised his eyebrows. "I'm still young, so of course I have to be stubborn."
Lei Wujie stood up, turned to Xiao Se and shrugged. "Looks like we won't be getting any more help here. But I have an idea."
"You want to look for Xie Xuan?" Xiao Se pursed his lips.
Lei Wujie nodded and said with a smile, "That's right. Then I, Lei Wujie, will become the only person in the world who was taught by three sword immortals. Say it, am I impressive or am I?"