The Blood of Youth – CH 055

Chapter 55: Hidden Sword of Wind and Thunder, Draw the Sword in All Directions

The next day, Lei Wujie found himself in the straw hut when he opened his eyes. He found the Rainfall sword on the bed next to him, so he picked up the sword and walked out the door. Li Hanyi was sitting outside with his back to him, Armored Glacier stuck into the ground beside him. Li Hanyi heard his footsteps but didn’t turn around. He just said evenly, “Starting today, I will start teaching you the sword arts.”

“Which sword arts?” Lei Wujie said with joy.

“Art of drawing the sword,” Li Hanyi said softly.

Lei Wujie felt his head getting dizzy. “Shifu, why is it drawing the sword again? Didn’t I already draw my sword?”

Li Hanyi stood up and pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword. “Don’t underestimate the art of drawing the sword. When martial experts duel, drawing a sword is the difference between life and death. The moment that the sword is drawn is the most critical. Today, I will teach you a sword formula. Remember it well.”

“What sword formula?” Lei Wujie asked eagerly.

“Hidden sword of wind and thunder.” Li Hanyi turned around, his hand in a tight grip around his sword hilt. However, a dark thunder rumbled around the hilt of the sword. Although Lei Wujie was still a few steps away, he could feel it, as if the sword was about to fly out of its scabbard anytime.

The surrounding winds instantly turned bitingly cold.

At this moment, Li Hanyi suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Lei Wujie. Lei Wujie felt as if there were nearly ten swords pointing at him, and his back was up against a knife’s edge! He immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Li Hanyi withdrew his sword, and Lei Wujie fell onto one knee, his head covered with sweat.

“Draw the sword in all directions,” Li Hanyi recited the second half of the sword formula.

Lei Wujie inhaled a deep breath, panting a little. “This disciple has memorized it.”

Li Hanyi nodded, turned around, and left. Lei Wujie hesitated but still called out for him, “Shifu!”

Li Hanyi stopped in his tracks. “Yes?”

“What happened to Song Yanhui?” Lei Wujie asked.

“He lost. Yin Luoxia should have taken him down the mountain to treat his injuries,” Li Hanyi replied.

“Oh,” Lei Wujie responded and asked again, “Then, when are you going back to the Lei Clan with me? Shifu, he… still wants to see you.”

“When you can test your sword against me.” Li Hanyi ended with that, took a flying leap, and disappeared into the forest.

Lei Wujie scratched his head helplessly. Test his sword against a sword immortal? How could he accomplish this without at least eight to ten years?

At the foot of the mountain, a person also opened his eyes.

“One sword to break water, stopping a thousand rivers”—Song Yanhui.

Sitting next to him was Luoxia Fairy, who once used one palm to break the river.

Very few people in the martial world knew that these two people shared a past relationship. It was more than a comradeship of helping the thousands of victims together but a wonderful feeling that blossomed after spending many days and nights together. However, the man who was destined to dedicate his life to his sword left in the end.

“Why are you in Snow Moon City?” Song Yanhui sat up, his voice sounding embarrassed.

Yin Luoxia scoffed coldly. “I was cheated by that asshole, Sikong Changfeng. I gambled three rounds against him, but this guy cheated, so I lost three rounds in a row. Also, are you pretending to be dense? I don’t believe that you didn’t know I was in Snow Moon City.”

Song Yanhui chuckled. “What’s the difference between being here and not being here?”

Yin Luoxia ignored him but taunted him with her words, “Then what’s the difference between winning and not winning? You’ve challenged Li Hanyi four times in a row, with each outcome more miserable than the last. This time, you almost lost your life even. What’s the point of practicing your sword anymore? If I were you, I’d sell the sword, go live in the countryside, and find a girl to marry.”

Thirteen years ago, along the Canglan River, there was also a young lady fairy who said the same thing. “Stop practicing your sword. Let’s sell our swords, go live in the countryside, and build a house.”

However, the man in front of her was just as insensitive as he was thirteen years ago. He shook his head and said, “I accepted a disciple a few years ago, and his aptitude is second to none in the martial world. If it’s him, he will definitely be able to shoulder the responsibility of reviving the glory of Unrivaled City. Although my sword has lost to Li Hanyi, my disciple definitely will not.”

Yin Luoxia sighed. “Is reviving the glory of Unrivaled City really that important?”

Song Yanhui lowered his gaze and did not reply.

“Is defeating the Snow Moon Sword Immortal really that important?”

Song Yanhui walked towards the door in silence.

“What about me? Am I not important?”

Song Yanhui pushed open the door and walked quickly into the courtyard, avoiding this terrifying topic. Yin Luoxia leaned against the door, her eyes on his back as he walked away, grief and resentment on her face. Song Yanhui never said a word as he left in a hurry, like an unfaithful husband who didn’t dare to raise his head.

It should have been a quiet and sentimental scene.

But it was suddenly torn apart by an angry yell.

“Go to hell, you unfaithful bastard!”

Song Yanhui whipped his head around and saw a kick coming straight at him. He was about to dodge the attack, but a jolt of pain ran through his shoulder. The injuries he had sustained in the duel with the snow immortal were so severe that he couldn’t exert his qi at all. So, he was really sent flying by a single kick.

“You!” Song Yanhui got up from the ground and glared at the person in front of him. He wore a long white robe that was identical to Yin Luoxia’s, with the word ‘gamble’ written on his back. He was clearly Yin Luoxia’s direct disciple, Luo Mingxuan.

“You what?” Luo Mingxuan returned the glare. “I’m going to beat you dead, you unfaithful bastard!” Actually, Luo Mingxuan came at his usual time to pay his respects to Yin Luoxia and, at the same time, discuss the results of his research into the Immortal Six Gambles figurines. But, when he arrived, he witnessed the scene before him. It was obvious that his master, Luoxia Fairy’s face, was full of sorrow, hoping the man would stay, but this man was determined to marry his sword as his wife. So, he lost it and was determined to seek justice on behalf of his master. But Luo Mingxuan had always been the sort to cheat the weak and fear the strong. If he had known that the person in front of him was the Citymaster of Unrivaled City Under Heaven, he would probably have turned around and run away immediately…

“How dare you glare at me? Do you know whose turf you’re on?” Luo Mingxuan yelled as he struck with his palm. That was clearly Yin Luoxia’s Mournful Breaking Palm, and he didn’t hold back at all.

Song Yanhui’s clothes were shredded by the attack, and even his whole body was about to split apart. Under ordinary circumstances, Luo Mingxuan would not even be worthy of his sword, but right now, he was being reduced to a pathetic mess. Once Song Yanhui realized he couldn’t win, he could only run away.

Luo Mingxuan chased after him relentlessly. Song Yanhui lived up to his name, “Yanhui,” and his lightness skill was excellent. He dodged left and ducked right, and the two ended up playing hide-and-seek in the courtyard.

“Shifu, just wait till I get my hands on this unfaithful bastard, and I’ll turn him into a eunuch!” Luo Mingxuan declared loudly.

Yin Luoxia covered her mouth and giggled. “Alright!”

Song Yanhui had been a city master for a long time, and regardless of how accomplished he was, he was starting to lose his temper. “Kid, do you even know who you’re talking to?”

“Bah! Still putting up airs?” Luo Mingxuan flashed in front of Song Yanhui, raised his leg, and delivered a heavy kick at Song Yanhui that sent him flying out.

Song Yanhui flipped over in midair and landed on the wall. Then, he hesitated and glanced at Yin Luoxia, who was still standing by the door, before he turned around and jumped off the wall.

“Shifu, I got rid of him.” Luo Mingxuan turned his head and grinned at his master proudly. But Luoxia Fairy, who had been giggling uncontrollably a moment ago, fell silent now, a frozen smile on her face. Her tears overflowed and slid down her cheeks, like a river that had flooded its embankment.