Chapter 541: Chapter 176: Tian Nan to Southern Land, Blade in Hand—A Martial Fool’s Devoted Heart

It was luck indeed that he hadn’t flown for long before a beautiful woman in a white robe soared into the sky, holding two swords gleaming with cold light between her billowing sleeves.

The woman’s face was stern, her skin dewy, with a hint of mist surrounding her, and above her head floated the data "1480~3650," clearly indicating she was a notable presence among the Fifth Grade.

At this moment, the woman in the white robe raised her voice and asked, "Who are you, and why do you hide like this?"

Li Yuan had thought it through, so he stopped in his tracks, patted his head, and upon seeing the newcomer, exclaimed, "Fairy!"

The woman in the white robe frowned, cautious, "Who are you?"

Li Yuan replied innocently, "Fairy, I am an Independent Practitioner.

Surname Dian, given name Wei, from Jiubao County on the Cloud Mountain Path.

One day, I accidentally wandered into the forest, got lucky, practiced a Divine Technique, and that’s how I came down the mountain, hoping to find someone to spar with."

The woman in the white robe was taken aback, and she frowned, "Spar?"

With that, she sternly demanded, "First remove your mask."

Li Yuan did not hesitate; his Human World Transformation was backed by Lady Yan’s endorsement, so no one would see through it.

He removed the mask, revealing a naive-looking face that seemed incapable of evil, then took off his hat, revealing a bald head, and chuckled, "Yeah, spar. When I was first practicing, my dog Ah Huang could still spar with me for a bit. Later, when I got better at cultivation, I slapped my dog Ah Huang to death."

Saying this, a sad look crossed his face, and he said mournfully, "Poor Ah Huang..."

"Who is Ah Huang?"

"He was our family dog, very old. It’s a pity I killed him... Poor Ah Huang."

The woman in the white robe saw his emotions clearly displayed on his face, whether anger or joy, and despite his large stature and bald head, he seemed to possess a certain innocence, so she clasped her hands in ceremonial respect and said, "I am Elder White Mist Robe from the Mirror Flower Water Moon Tower. I apologize if my previous words were offensive."

Li Yuan remembered that this Mirror Flower Water Moon Tower was the "Water" of the "Five Elements Forces," indicating the forces were starting to visit each other.

After all, each element has its strengths and weaknesses, and cooperation is far superior to individual defense.

"So, Fairy Bai, why don’t we spar?" Li Yuan said.

White Mist Robe replied humorously, "You mean to exchange techniques, right?"

"What exchange?"

"It’s fighting against someone of the same realm, displaying one’s life skills to improve mastery, but without determining life or death."

"Yes, yes, that’s exactly what I mean, hahaha."

White Mist Robe laughed, "It’s fine to exchange techniques, but after we’re done, you must come back with me.

Now that the Lotus Sect is causing chaos, the world is ravaged; someone like you, living in seclusion, should join our ranks to resist the enemy.

When the time comes, if you want to exchange techniques, you’ll surely encounter enough enemies for that.

Besides, although you’ve reached Fifth Grade, you don’t have a Spiritual Artifact, correct?

Join our ranks, and our Weapon Forger will craft you a weapon. At that time, you’ll discover that a Fifth Grade with a Spiritual Artifact is on a different level than one without."

She said a lot, but when she looked at the big bald head opposite her, she found it innocent and vacant, as if he hadn’t understood a word.

Once she’d finished speaking, the bald man’s eyes lit up with a look of "finally over," simultaneously saying, "Fairy, Fairy, let’s spar quickly."

White Mist Robe replied helplessly, "If that’s the case, please forgive me."

She had thought it through.

After the fight, she planned to take this bulky fellow back.

All High Grade Martial Artists know that without heritage or peers, one cannot achieve Fifth Grade; so where did this Fifth Grade Independent Practitioner come from?

Thus, there must be some special heritage behind this bulky fellow, just like Wendao Palace suddenly emerging from the Lotus Sect.

Li Yuan took out a common Sixth Grade long blade he had brought from home and said, "Come, come, ladies first."

If it were someone else, White Mist Robe would have been angry long ago, but for some reason, the rough man only gave her a sense of sincerity.

Looking at his plain long blade, White Mist Robe couldn’t help but laugh, "Fellow Daoist Dian, you truly need to come with me; your weapon... isn’t suitable for someone of Fifth Grade."

With that, she waved her sleeves, and the mist rose up ambiguously; soon ice crystals began to condense around the sword.

Li Yuan curiously watched the ice crystals and asked, "Fairy, why has the mist appeared? You look particularly beautiful amidst the mist."

White Mist Robe couldn’t help reminding him, "During the match, don’t focus on how the opponent looks, keep your concentration."

Li Yuan put his hand to his cheek and said, "I understand."

He watched quietly.

White Mist Robe was speechless under the gaze.

And as time passed, the ice crystals in the air increased, emanating a biting cold, with the sharp edges glinting with a metallic sheen unlike ice and snow.

Li Yuan understood.

A certain cultivation skill or Source Blood of the Mirror Flower Water Moon Tower should lean towards "accumulate and then explode."

And the "accumulation time" relies on the disciple’s body mist.

If he was right, this elder’s body skill of the Mirror Flower Water Moon Tower should be satisfactory.

In the spirit of testing his judgment, he screamed "I’m coming, Fairy," and rushed forward, slashing at White Mist Robe.

This slash went directly aimed at White Mist Robe’s neck.

White Mist Robe chuckled, her figure twisted and fluttered like a butterfly, quickly dodging away.

Li Yuan watched her movements and roughly confirmed her body skill was indeed excellent, yet unfortunately... he had already seen through all her speed and style, losing interest in the chase.

This wasn’t a spar, at best, just a broadening of horizons.

Hence, he patiently waited for a few breaths, wanting to see White Mist Robe’s next technique.

Meanwhile, the ice crystals around the woman in the white robe had already condensed into sword blades, orbiting around the sword, six in total, twelve combined.