62: Chapter 62 First Encounter with Nangong Wan'er: Is This the Legendary Born Sword Child?

In the main hall of the Sword Sect, the atmosphere was eerie.

Xu Chen sat in the primary guest seat, holding a cup of spiritual tea in his hand, his gaze casually sweeping over the surrounding furnishings, which, though simple, possessed an ancient charm.

Opposite him, the Sword Sect Master, Jian Wuchen, along with a group of elders, accompanied him with faces full of smiles. Their eyes would occasionally dart toward the storage ring on Xu Chen's waist, as if it contained their happiness for the rest of their lives.

"Young Master Xu, this spiritual tea is a specialty of our Sword Sect's back mountain called 'Sword Enlightenment Tea.' Please try it and see if it suits your taste?"

Jian Wuchen introduced it enthusiastically, completely lacking the cold arrogance of a sect leader.

"Hmm, not bad. It's quite interesting."

Xu Chen took a sip and nodded. Although this tea wasn't as good as the enlightenment tea at home, it excelled in having a crisp sword intent that made his whole body feel refreshed after drinking it.

Just then.

Boom!

A loud noise came from the entrance of the main hall.

The two heavy bronze doors were kicked open, and a green figure, carrying a sharp and peerless sword intent like an unsheathed blade, charged straight in.

"Who is Xu Chen?!"

A cold, feminine shout echoed through the hall, startling the fawning elders so much that their hands shook, spilling tea all over themselves.

Xu Chen looked up, his gaze instantly drawn to the figure at the door.

It was a woman who looked no more than twenty years old.

She wore a pale green, form-fitting long dress that outlined her slender yet perfectly proportioned tall figure. Her jet-black hair was casually held up by a single wooden hairpin, with a few strands falling by her ears, dancing lightly with the surging sword intent.

Most eye-catching were her eyes.

They were a pair of extremely pure eyes, devoid of any impurities, as if two peerless divine swords were hidden within them, their sharp edges fully exposed, making one afraid to look directly at them.

Although her features were exquisite and beautiful, even carrying a bit of the gentleness of a Jiangnan woman, her soaring arrogance and sword intent made her look like a thorny ice mountain snow lotus.

The Sword Sect's First Disciple—Nangong Waner.

"System, scan."

Xu Chen thought to himself.

[Ding! Target locked.]

[Name: Nangong Waner]

[Identity: First Disciple of the Sword Sect, Born with a Sword Spirit]

[Height: 172cm (Tall Sword Cultivator)]

[Measurements: B85 (C) | W58 | H90]

[Beauty Score: 93 (Pure and refined, sharp and exposed)]

[Personality: Tsundere, sword fanatic, cannot tolerate any flaws, extremely despises those who rely on their background]

[Current Status: Sword Dao peak state obstructed, in a terrible mood, full of hostility toward the host.]

[System Evaluation: Host, this is a tough nut to crack. To take her down, you have to be even harder than her! Whether it's your sword or... cough, yourself.]

After reading the system panel, the corners of Xu Chen's mouth curled up slightly.

C?

Although not at the "nuclear bomb" level of Hongyi or Ningbing, this delicate and petite size had its own unique charm.

And this personality... was quite interesting.

"Waner! Don't be rude!"

Seeing his disciple being so reckless, Jian Wuchen's beard twitched in fear as he quickly stood up and scolded her, "This is the Young Master of the Imperial Xu Family and a distinguished guest of our Sword Sect! Hurry over and greet Young Master Xu!"

"Distinguished guest?"

Nangong Waner sneered, her gaze bypassing everyone and locking onto Xu Chen.

That look was like she was staring at a pile of non-recyclable trash.

"Master, have you gone senile?"

"This person brought so many warships to our border and used a pile of mundane items to humiliate our Sword Sect. What kind of distinguished guest is that?"

At this point, she flicked her wrist.

Clang!

A long sword gleaming with cold light instantly unsheathed, its tip pointing directly at the space between Xu Chen's eyebrows.

"I've heard of you."

Nangong Waner stared at Xu Chen, her tone full of disdain.

"Young Master Xu, Xu Chen."

"Rumor has it you're a trash who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, relying on women to climb the ranks."

"I heard that at the Prodigy Banquet, you even had the audacity to say something about 'eating soft rice the hard way'?"

"Hmph! You are simply a disgrace to us cultivators!"

Faced with this sudden accusation and the sword's edge, the atmosphere in the hall instantly dropped to freezing point.

Jian Wuchen and the elders turned pale with fright.

My little ancestor!

Do you know who you're talking to?

That's Young Master Xu! If you provoke him, one volley from those eighteen warships outside, and our Sword Sect will be wiped off the map today!

"Waner! Put the sword down, quickly!"

Jian Wuchen was so anxious he was about to move and seize the sword.

"Wait."

Xu Chen, who had been sitting there watching the show, suddenly spoke.

He put down his teacup and slowly stood up. Not only was he not angry, but he even had that usual lazy smile on his face.

"Sect Master Jian, there's no need to be nervous."

"Young people, it's normal to have a bit of a temper."

Xu Chen walked around the table and stepped toward Nangong Waner.

With every step he took, his purple-gold long robe fluttered without any wind, and a restrained yet extremely noble aura naturally radiated from him.

"You say I'm trash? A disgrace?"

Xu Chen stopped just three inches away from the tip of Nangong Waner's sword, looking at her with a smile.

At such a close distance, he could even smell the faint, cold spring-like fragrance from the girl's body.

"Is that not so?"

Nangong Waner did not retreat; instead, she gripped her sword even tighter.

"A person who only relies on their family background and pills to pile up their cultivation, no matter how high their realm is, is nothing more than an embroidered pillow."

"With your cultivation as a Dao Severing King, I'm afraid you can't even take a single strike from me, right?"

Hearing this, Xu Chen laughed even more happily.

"Whether I can take it or not, why don't we find out by trying?"

He extended a finger, lightly resting it on Nangong Waner's sharp blade, and then slowly pressed it down.

"However, Miss Nangong."

"Have you ever heard a saying?"

"What saying?" Nangong Waner frowned, feeling a force as heavy as a mountain coming from the sword, pressing down so hard she could barely hold it.

"Don't judge someone's kindness if you haven't suffered their pain."

Xu Chen's gaze deepened, and his tone became somewhat meaningful.

"Similarly, don't mock someone's softness if you haven't experienced their strength."

"You only saw me eating soft rice, but you didn't see how... hard my rice is."

"You!"

Nangong Waner felt toyed with, her pretty face turning red as the sword intent within her body instantly erupted.

"Slick-tongued!"

"Since you're so confident, then draw your sword!"

"Today, I will show you what true Sword Dao is!"

Boom!

A terrifying sword intent burst from her body, blowing off a corner of the hall's roof.

She truly had killing intent.

Or rather, she wanted to use the sword in her hand to defend the final dignity of the Sword Sect and crush this playboy who, in her eyes, was worthless.

However.

Faced with this oncoming sword intent.

Xu Chen still didn't draw his sword.

He didn't even touch the storage ring on his waist.

He just stood there quietly, looking at the aggressive Nangong Waner as if an elder were looking at a child throwing a tantrum.

"Draw my sword?"

Xu Chen shook his head.

"To deal with you, there's no need to draw a sword."

"And..."

A mischievous smile played on the corners of Xu Chen's mouth as he suddenly leaned in close to her ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"My sword is only drawn at night."

"Especially for a... stubborn little wildcat like you."

"You're looking for death!!!"

Nangong Waner instantly bristled.

Although she didn't understand what kind of suggestive words "only drawn at night" were, that frivolous tone completely ignited her fury.

Azure Lotus Sword Song—Slash!

She could no longer care about the big picture as the long sword in her hand transformed into a blooming azure lotus, carrying a sharpness that tore through the void, slashing directly down toward Xu Chen's head.

"It's over!"

Jian Wuchen closed his eyes in despair.

Everything was over now!

However, just as that certain-kill strike was about to land.

Clang—!

A crisp sound rang out.

There was no blood splatter.

There were no screams.

Only a grating metallic vibration.

Jian Wuchen cautiously opened his eyes and was then completely stunned.

Xu Chen was still standing in the same spot, one hand behind his back.

And that Azure Lotus Divine Sword, capable of cleaving mountains, was currently being... pinched by two of his fingers.

As if he were pinching a falling leaf.

Effortless and relaxed.

"This is the so-called Born with a Sword Spirit?"

Xu Chen looked at the terrified Nangong Waner, who couldn't pull the sword back no matter how hard she tried, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes.

"It seems you're nothing more than this."