The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 137 Another Sword

"Miss Yanshuang and Yantian do indeed possess some skill," Wang Chongtian said with an approving nod.

Though his words seemed complimentary, he feigned ignorance of the subtle jab hidden in Yun Yunyang’s earlier remark. To acknowledge it would have been akin to admitting that the Wang family was behind any underhanded schemes, something he would not do.

"Uncle Yunyang, this disciple humbly requests a match with your family’s spiritual root bearer," a young man suddenly declared as he stepped forward and bowed.

The speaker was none other than Wang Lijiao.

Since his defeat by Lin Tiansheng at the previous gathering, Wang Lijiao had been guided by his elders to overcome his inner demons. Through diligent training, he advanced to the peak of the sixth layer of the Embryo Breath Stage, nearing a breakthrough to the seventh.

His purpose in attending this event was twofold: first, to regain the confidence he had lost at the gathering; second, to indirectly suppress the Yuncang Yun family.

By challenging the Yun family’s spiritual root bearers, he intended to demonstrate that the Wang family alone had the strength to maintain order in the market district, and that the Yun family’s so-called protectors were inadequate for the task.

At the head of the table, Wang Chongtian sipped his Purple Jade Spirit Wine in silence, offering no objection to his nephew’s proposal. This challenge was, in fact, a plan he had subtly suggested during their journey here.

"This… might not be appropriate. A match could damage the harmony between our families…" Yun Yunyang said hesitantly, clearly reluctant to let his nephew and niece face off against Wang Lijiao.

"It’s fine. It’s just a friendly sparring match. There’s no need to worry about disrupting the peace," Wang Lijiao replied with a faint smile.

Yun Yunyang lowered his head in thought, still unwilling to give his approval.

"Brother Yunyang," Wang Chongtian interjected, "this is just a contest between juniors, not a fight to the death.

"We’ve been sitting here, enjoying wine and conversation, but we lack entertainment.

"Since my nephew Lijiao wishes to spar with your family’s spiritual root bearer, why not let him give us a little show?"

Hearing Wang Chongtian’s words, Yun Yunyang frowned, but before he could respond, Yun Yantian stood abruptly and spoke.

"Uncle, I am willing to spar with Brother Lijiao," Yun Yantian said with a bow.

"Yantian!"

Yun Yunyang’s brow furrowed as he cast a reprimanding glance at his nephew.

But it was too late. Yun Yantian had already stepped forward. Refusing the challenge now would harm the Yun family’s reputation.

"Hahaha! Excellent! Such youthful spirit is truly admirable!" Wang Chongtian said with a hearty laugh.

"Brother Yantian, please," Wang Lijiao said, his hands clasped behind his back as he strode leisurely to the open space at the center of the banquet hall, waiting for Yun Yantian to take his place.

Inwardly, he vowed to defeat Yun Yantian within three moves. He needed this victory to restore his confidence and assert the Wang family’s dominance.

"Very well," Yun Yantian replied, gripping his spiritual short spear and preparing to step into the arena.

"Brother Yantian, let me handle this," Yun Yanshuang said suddenly, stepping forward to block him with a smile.

"Yantian, Wang Lijiao’s cultivation level is on par with yours.

"In a match where spiritual energy and cultivation level are evenly matched, the deciding factors are the strength of one’s techniques and the depth of one’s combat experience.

"And in terms of combat experience, you fall short of Wang Lijiao.

"If you take the field, you’ll be defeated within three moves.

"Today is a joyous occasion—the grand opening of our family’s market. We cannot afford to lose face in this contest," Yun Yanshuang said firmly.

Her words were blunt but honest, and Yun Yantian nodded in agreement.

"Very well. Be careful. Though your cultivation level is one layer higher than his, do not underestimate a spiritual root bearer from the Wang family," Yun Yantian cautioned.

"Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing," Yun Yanshuang replied with a sweet smile before stepping gracefully into the arena.

"Oh? So Miss Yanshuang intends to take Brother Yantian’s place in this match?" Wang Lijiao said with a slight look of surprise as she approached.

"Brother Lijiao, I humbly ask for your guidance," Yun Yanshuang said politely, bowing to him.

Yun Yanshuang clasped her hands in a polite gesture and summoned her Qingshuang Sword.

"Very well! I’ve heard that Miss Yanshuang is the most skilled spiritual root bearer of the Yun family. It’s an honor to spar with you today," Wang Lijiao said with a smile.

With a flick of his fingers, a longsword shot out from the scabbard on his back, landing firmly in his grip.

"Miss Yanshuang, be careful!" he said coldly, narrowing his eyes as spiritual energy surged through him.

With a powerful swing, Wang Lijiao unleashed a terrifying wave of sword energy directly at Yun Yanshuang.

The energy roared toward her, but she met it with a casual flick of her sword, refraining from using any techniques.

To the astonishment of everyone watching, Wang Lijiao’s ferocious sword energy disintegrated on contact, shattering into countless shimmering fragments before vanishing into the air.

"Brother Lijiao, no need to hold back," Yun Yanshuang said with a gentle smile after effortlessly neutralizing his attack.

"Miss Yanshuang, your skill is remarkable," Wang Lijiao said with forced praise, though inwardly he was both shocked and resentful.

He had assumed that the Yun family, having risen to prominence only recently, would not have any formidable spiritual root bearers. But this brief exchange revealed that the seemingly unassuming Yun Yanshuang was far more capable than he had imagined.

Determined to reclaim his pride, Wang Lijiao abandoned his earlier arrogance and intensified his assault. Combining fluid sword techniques with swift footwork, he launched a series of fierce and relentless attacks.

This was no longer a friendly sparring match—it was a battle of sheer will and skill.

Had Yun Yantian been the one facing Wang Lijiao, he would have been defeated within three moves and severely injured.

Yet Yun Yanshuang handled every strike with ease, her movements fluid and unhurried.

The Yun family members watching the match were on edge, their hearts clenched with worry.

Among them, Yun Yunshan and Yun Yunyang grew increasingly anxious. Being non-cultivators, they could not discern who held the upper hand. To their eyes, it appeared that Yun Yanshuang was constantly on the defensive, and they feared she might falter under the pressure.

"Brother Wang, this is just a sparring match. Does your nephew really need to use such aggressive tactics?" Yun Yunyang asked, his tone calm but tinged with discontent, as he addressed the still-relaxed Wang Chongtian.

"Brother Yunyang, please don’t worry. Lijiao knows his limits. He won’t harm Miss Yanshuang," Wang Chongtian replied with a smile, pouring Yun Yunyang another cup of wine.

"For everyone’s sake, I hope so," Yun Yunyang muttered, taking a heavy sip as his eyes remained fixed on the duel.

"Why? Why is this happening? Despite my relentless assaults, even though her cultivation level is only slightly higher than mine, Yun Yanshuang is deflecting my attacks with ease!"

From an outsider’s perspective, Wang Lijiao seemed to have the upper hand, his attacks sharp and decisive, forcing Yun Yanshuang into a defensive stance.

But inside, Wang Lijiao was in turmoil.

How was Yun Yanshuang managing to block every one of his fierce strikes? And why hadn’t she used any spiritual techniques to counter him?

"This match… the Wang family’s spiritual root bearer is going to lose," Fairy Yu said quietly, taking a sip of her wine as she observed the fight.

"Incredible," Daoist Lu murmured with a smile, stroking his beard. "The Yun family of Yunzhang County has risen quickly, and now they have such an extraordinary spiritual root bearer in Yun Yanshuang.

"If I’m not mistaken, that girl has already grasped sword intent!"

"A sword cultivator who has comprehended sword intent is invincible among those of the same level.

"Not to mention, Yun Yanshuang’s cultivation level is higher than Wang Lijiao’s. There’s no doubt about the outcome—Wang Lijiao will lose," Fellow Cultivator Tu added, nodding in agreement.

"Li Qing, you’ve got a sharp eye," Fairy Yu said, sending a mental transmission to Li Qing. "No wonder you’ve grown so close to the Yun family.

"This family’s future is promising. Building goodwill with them will benefit the court greatly."

Li Qing merely smiled to himself, refraining from commenting.

With that elder watching over them, how could the Yun family not rise swiftly? That Yun Yanshuang, as the elder’s disciple, had managed to grasp sword intent so quickly was only natural.

"Brother Lijiao, thank you for the match," Yun Yanshuang said suddenly.

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From her defensive position, Yun Yanshuang’s sword suddenly struck out at an impossible angle, bypassing Wang Lijiao’s layered sword techniques. Her blade stopped just short of his throat, its cold edge forcing him to halt in his tracks.

He froze, unable to move, his face pale.

What a swift strike!

How had she executed that move?

No… this technique felt eerily familiar.

As he stared at the sword poised at his throat, a memory surfaced.

That’s it!

At the gathering, when Lin Tiansheng defeated him, it had been with a strike just like this one.

Damn it!

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This Yun Yanshuang… she had comprehended sword intent!