28: Chapter 28 Sword Profound Fame, A Warm Night

On the Soul Fighting Arena stage.

Blood Butcher released his Spirit, the Crimson Flame Blade, with two yellow and one purple spirit rings circling his body.

"Kid, wearing a mask to act mysterious?"

Blood Butcher hoisted his broadsword onto his shoulder and sneered:

"I'll chop you into eight pieces in a moment and see if you keep up the act!"

The audience erupted into jeers:

"Blood Butcher, finish him in three moves!"

"I bet that kid won't last the first round!"

"Haha, I can already imagine the scene of that kid being dismembered."

...

Ji Xuan did not release his Spirit; instead, wind elements gathered around his body, and a pale cyan, translucent longsword slowly took shape in his hand.

"Match start!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, Ji Xuan's figure vanished from where he stood.

An afterimage swept across the arena. Blood Butcher, still maintaining his posture with the blade on his shoulder, suddenly felt a chill at his throat.

He froze in place, and his broadsword fell to the ground with a clang.

Blood Butcher clutched his neck tightly with both hands, warm blood gushing out from between his fingers.

"No... impossible..."

Blood Butcher's eyes widened, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, lifeless.

The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell into a dead silence.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at Ji Xuan's figure on the stage.

The entire process took no more than a single breath!

What was even more shocking was that he hadn't even released his Spirit!

The host finally regained his senses and announced with a trembling voice:

"The... the winner is... Jian Xuan!"

"Jian Xuan!"

"Jian Xuan!"

...

The audience instantly erupted, with gasps and discussions rising one after another.

Ji Xuan ignored everyone on the stage.

He dispersed the wind sword in his hand and calmly left the stage amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd.

...

Life-and-Death Battles were not limited in frequency, unlike Gambling Battles, where one could only participate in one of each type per day.

Afterward, Ji Xuan signed up for two more Life-and-Death Battles, with opponents who were both at the Spirit Elder level.

He still did not release his Spirit, killing them instantly in the same manner.

After comprehending the Power of Order to twenty percent, his control over basic elements had become even more proficient.

Although his opponents were prepared, they couldn't track his movements at all; his speed was so fast that they couldn't react in time.

By the time the last match ended, the sun was setting.

Just as Ji Xuan walked out of the Soul Fighting Arena, he discovered a few tails following him.

This 'Jian Xuan' who had suddenly appeared naturally attracted the attention of various major powers, all of whom wanted to investigate his origins.

"Junior Martial Uncle."

As soon as Ji Xuan spoke, Gold Crocodile Douluo understood.

At a street corner, a surge of overwhelming Soul Power instantly enveloped the two.

The next second, their figures vanished from the spot.

After turning the corner, the pursuers looked at each other in dismay.

Confirming they had lost him, they had no choice but to give up and return to report the situation.

...

Gold Crocodile Douluo brought Ji Xuan back to the Crown Princes East Palace without a sound.

When Ji Xuan pushed open the door to the room, Qian Renxue was handling state affairs.

At this moment, she was still maintaining the appearance of Xue Qinghe.

"You're back?"

Hearing the movement, Qian Renxue put down the memorial in her hand and asked in the voice of a man.

"Xue'er."

Ji Xuan walked behind her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders:

"Could you change back first? Looking at this face, I always feel uncomfortable."

Qian Renxue's lips curved slightly, and she raised her hand to brush over her face.

Xue Qinghe's appearance vanished, revealing her original, stunning face.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Qian Renxue tilted her head and looked up, her eyes filled with a smile.

"This is much better on the eyes." Ji Xuan leaned down and lightly pecked her cheek. "My Xue'er is so beautiful."

Qian Renxue's ear tips turned red. She raised her hand to wipe her cheek and coquettishly scolded: "What are you doing!"

Ji Xuan grinned, naturally took Qian Renxue's hand, and sat down beside her:

"You continue with your state affairs; I'll keep you company."

"Mm."

Qian Renxue softly replied and picked up the memorial again.

Ji Xuan quietly watched her focused profile, and Qian Renxue would occasionally lift her eyes to meet his gaze.

The lamplight flickered, casting their silhouettes on the wall.

...

"Finally finished."

About an hour later, Qian Renxue put down the memorial and stretched her somewhat stiff body.

Ji Xuan said softly: "Then let's rest early; it's getting late."

"I... I'll go bathe first."

Qian Renxue stood up and walked quickly toward the bathroom.

Two quarters of an hour later.

The bathroom door opened gently, and Qian Renxue walked out.

Ji Xuan looked over, and the moment he saw her, his gaze was involuntarily and firmly drawn to her, and he subconsciously swallowed hard.

Qian Renxue, having just bathed, had her damp blonde hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, and she had changed into a pale purple silk camisole nightdress.

The soft fabric clung to the curves of her body, adding a touch of hazy beauty under the dim, warm light.

"A-Xuan?"

Seeing Ji Xuan staring at her without moving, Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed, and she softly reminded him: "I'm done washing... you should go."

"Ah... right."

Ji Xuan finally snapped out of it and walked quickly toward the bathroom.

By the time Ji Xuan finished washing up and returned to the room, Qian Renxue was already lying on her side on the inner side of the bed, leaving a spot for him.

Ji Xuan's lips curled up, and he walked to the bed and lay down gently beside her.

Ji Xuan's arm naturally wrapped around Qian Renxue's waist, pulling her into his embrace.

"Xue'er." Ji Xuan whispered in her ear, "Could you turn around?"

Feeling the warm breath on her ear, Qian Renxue hesitated for a moment before slowly turning around.

Ji Xuan raised his hand to gently stroke her cheek, his gaze landing on her red lips, and he couldn't resist giving her a light kiss.

Qian Renxue's body stiffened slightly, but then she relaxed again.

"Sleep."

Ji Xuan held her tightly in his arms.

"Mm."

Qian Renxue found a comfortable position in Ji Xuan's arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

...

Over the following week, Ji Xuan's life was extremely regular.

During the day, he appeared on time at the Great Spirit Arena, specializing in Life-and-Death Battles.

Relying on his ultimate mastery of wind elements, he had already achieved a stunning record of thirty consecutive wins.

To this day, he had not exposed his Spirit or spirit rings.

In the last three days, because it was difficult to find opponents of the same level, Ji Xuan began challenging opponents at the Spirit Ancestor level.

Although he could no longer win by instant kills, he could usually end the battle within a few rounds.

Because the point rules for Life-and-Death Battles differed from Gambling Battles, his soul fighting badge had been upgraded from Iron Soul Fighting to Silver Soul Fighting.

And the name 'Jian Xuan' quickly spread throughout Heaven Dou City.

People were all speculating about the origins of this mysterious masked man.

He never revealed his Spirit, defeating opponents solely with a wind sword condensed out of thin air.

Major powers investigated in secret, but all returned empty-handed.

...

Every time night fell, Ji Xuan would quietly return to the imperial palace.

The night was a cozy time belonging to him and Qian Renxue.

Sometimes Qian Renxue needed to handle state affairs until very late, and Ji Xuan would sit quietly by her side to keep her company.

If she was relatively free, the two would Cultivate together.

When it was late at night, the two would sleep in each other's arms...

During this week, Ji Xuan's combat experience improved rapidly, and his comprehension of the Power of Order deepened unconsciously.