77: Chapter 77 Want to join a martial arts school?

Just as she was about to enter the door, Yue Qing squeezed out from the crowd and called out to Wang Yuyan loudly.

Wang Yuyan turned her head and looked at the stunningly beautiful young girl before her, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"Does this Junior Sister need something?" she asked softly, her tone gentle.

The moment she looked up at Yue Qing, the latter was also stunned by Wang Yuyan's appearance.

This girl's beauty seemed to surpass her own, especially that gentle and delicate aura, which involuntarily made people feel a desire to cherish her.

Yue Qing felt a slight pang of jealousy.

She already had reservations about the girl named Yue Yao, and now another one even better had appeared.

But she kept her expression unchanged, instead displaying an innocent and bright smile.

"Hello, Senior Sister. I want to join the Martial Arts Hall to learn martial arts!"

"Ah? This..." Wang Yuyan was momentarily flustered, unsure how to respond.

The surrounding crowd immediately started discussing; someone else wanted to challenge the Martial Arts Hall.

Previously, many people had tried to join the hall. The Hall Master had set two thresholds: either pass his personal test, in which case they could enter if he deemed their Aptitude qualified, or defeat any Disciple currently in the hall.

Among the Disciples, Wang Yuyan was the one who fought most often.

Her Sword Control Technique was unpredictable, and almost no one could match her.

Forget winning against her; very few could even withstand ten Moves, and she always looked completely at ease.

Now, many young people viewed challenging the Martial Arts Hall as a great opportunity to make a name for themselves. Whoever could last longer under the hands of a hall Disciple would naturally gain more fame.

Unfortunately, no one had yet passed the Hall Master's assessment, nor had anyone managed to defeat a hall Disciple to enter.

"To enter the Martial Arts Hall, you must first get my Master's approval!"

Wang Yuyan immediately spoke up.

"Then please have the Hall Master come out to meet me personally."

Yue Qing responded without hesitation.

"But Master is currently instructing several Senior Sisters in their practice, so I'm afraid he doesn't have time to see you."

Wang Yuyan shook her head gently.

"Then you, or any of the Senior Sisters, can fight me first. That works too."

She added seriously.

"Alright then, I will fight you."

Yue Qing readily agreed.

She wanted to take this opportunity to see just how strong Wang Yuyan, who was rumored to have an eminent Master, truly was.

Wang Yuyan nodded and walked into the Martial Arts Hall with AZhu and ABi.

At that moment, Su Ziyi was standing to the side. Seeing Wang Yuyan enter, she was about to speak, but her gaze fell upon Yue Qing behind her, and her expression shifted slightly.

As an assassin from the Dark River, Su Ziyi had extremely sharp judgment.

She could tell at a glance that beneath the seemingly pure and lovely smile of this young girl lay a not-so-simple scheme.

"Junior Sister, who is this?"

she asked.

"She wants to join the Martial Arts Hall."

Wang Yuyan explained while arranging for AZhu and ABi to take the brought items to the backyard.

Yue Qing was also sizing up Su Ziyi. Sensing that faint, almost imperceptible Killing Intent on the other person, her heart tightened slightly, and she secretly raised her guard.

"Want to join the Martial Arts Hall?"

Su Ziyi suddenly spoke, her tone carrying a hint of probing.

"Yes."

Yue Qing replied flatly.

"Master is dealing with important matters, and the Martial Arts Hall only accepts truly talented people."

Su Ziyi looked directly at Yue Qing, her tone revealing scrutiny.

But Yue Qing seemed completely unruffled, her expression calm.

"Senior Sister Su, she proposed a match with me."

Wang Yuyan interjected from the side.

Su Ziyi paused, looked Yue Qing up and down a few times, and a strange look appeared in her eyes.

"Junior Sister, you have been here for the shortest time. Teacher also said that anyone who defeats a hall Disciple can enter. Are you really planning this?"

Her eyes held a trace of pity.

In Su Ziyi's view, although Wang Yuyan had joined late, she possessed the Sword Control Technique, the Heavenly Sword Art, and the blessing of the peerless sword casket, making her strength top-tier among the Martial Arts Hall Disciples.

This girl before her was likely going to suffer a great loss.

Seeing this, Yue Qing felt a bit displeased.

What was with that look of looking down on someone?

"Of course, I'm sure. Didn't your Hall Master say that defeating a Disciple allows entry?"

Yue Qing's tone was firm.

"That is indeed correct."

Su Ziyi nodded slightly.

"Then let Junior Sister try. She happens to be the latest to join, so it's suitable."

she added.

In her mind, Xu Weixiong was merely a nominal Disciple and not counted.

But what she said sounded to Yue Qing like she was deliberately picking the 'weakest' opponent.

She was fully confident in her own strength and hadn't expected the other party to look down on her so much.

She decided to show these people her true strength.

Although the Cultivation Technique of the Holy Cult could not be used, the other Martial Skills she had mastered were sufficient to handle this match.

She was even more eager to see if that aloof Hall Master would remain so indifferent after she defeated Wang Yuyan.

"Teacher only taught me one skill, but don't worry, I will try my best not to hurt you."

Wang Yuyan said softly.

Yue Qing became even angrier upon hearing this.

What did they take her for?

"You don't need to hold back. Bring out your strongest Move. Don't say I won unfairly if you lose later."

Her tone held a hint of sarcasm.

"Really?"

Wang Yuyan looked up in surprise.

"Of course, I'm serious. Feel free to use everything you have."

Yue Qing's tone was relaxed, as if victory was already in hand.

Wang Yuyan's expression gradually grew solemn.

This girl seemed to have some real ability; she had to go all out.

After all, she was now her Master's Disciple. If she lost, wouldn't it bring shame to her Master?

With a thought, she made a gesture, and the peerless sword casket, which had been silent in the room, suddenly flew out, passed through the courtyard, and headed straight for the front hall.

Everyone in the courtyard was startled.

It seemed another unlucky fellow was about to face Wang Yuyan's sword.

"Focus!"

Su Rui let out a low shout, pulling everyone's thoughts back to training.

She naturally knew what was happening in the front hall, but she wasn't worried.

The battle formation was set. Just as Yue Qing was about to draw the long whip from her waist, she saw Wang Yuyan lightly raise her hand, and a massive, uniquely shaped wooden casket tore through the air, hovering steadily beside her.

The patterns and shape of that casket were too familiar; Yue Qing's heart tightened.

"peerless sword casket?"

"You've heard of it too?"

Wang Yuyan was slightly taken aback, curiosity lacing her voice.

"How could I not have heard of something so famous? Can you control it?"

"Yes. When Master taught me the Sword Control Technique for flying, he also taught me the incantation to control the Flying Sword, so naturally, I can use it."

Yue Qing stared at her, trying to find a flaw in her expression.

The peerless sword casket had not appeared in the world for a hundred years; she knew this well.

When she first heard that Zhao Guyan could open it, she already found it incredible.

He was the Lord of Wushuang City after all, proficient in the Sword Control Art, and qualified to do so.

But this Wang Yuyan before her, looking gentle and frail, not even displaying any martial arts, how could she use such a supreme treasure?

However, at this moment, she couldn't afford to think too much. She flicked her wrist, and the long whip cut through the air with a sharp 'snap,' whipping directly toward Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan was straightforward. Since the other party asked her to use her strongest Move, she would not hold back.

Facing the dancing whip shadows, she quickly judged the trajectory of the Move, and then the peerless sword casket responded by opening, thirteen streaks of sword light shooting out like meteors, instantly locking down all subsequent variations of the whip.

Immediately after, the thirteen Flying Swords each displayed their unique skills, launching fierce attacks on Yue Qing like thirteen perfectly coordinated swordsmen.

Wang Yuyan was becoming increasingly skilled at using this technique now.

Su Rui had once commented that once her cultivation caught up with the consumption of the spell, her strength would probably be second only to Li Hanyi among all the Martial Arts Hall Disciples.

In just an instant, Yue Qing looked at the thirteen sharp swords bearing down on her, her eyes filled with shock and panic.

She didn't even have the strength to fight back?

Wasn't Wang Yuyan supposed to be a new Disciple who had just joined the Martial Arts Hall?

How could she possess such profound Sword Control Technique?

Compared to the flashy sword Moves of Wushuang City, her swordsmanship was clearly far superior.

The thirteen Flying Swords coordinated flawlessly, their attacks continuous and almost impossible to defend against.

This was her weakest strength?

Yue Qing could hardly believe what she was experiencing.

"Did you really just join the Martial Arts Hall? Are you the weakest one? Did you already possess incredible skills before becoming a Disciple?"

Yue Qing couldn't help but speak, her tone full of unwillingness and suspicion.

Many onlookers gathered outside the Martial Arts Hall. Seeing the situation inside through the gate, they began to discuss.

They had thought the woman fighting this time had some ability, but after just a few Moves, she was defeated without any suspense, just like previous challengers.

Although she was a beauty, the crowd quickly lost interest, finding it dull.

"I really just joined the Martial Arts Hall, only a little bit later than Sister Xu!"

Wang Yuyan recalled all the Flying Swords back into the casket, closed the lid, and replied softly.

Su Ziyi's gaze turned cold as she looked at Yue Qing.

She sensed that the girl still seemed unwilling to accept defeat.

Knowing Wang Yuyan was not good with words, she spoke for her:

"You have already lost. According to the rules, you should leave the Martial Arts Hall now."

At these words, Yue Qing's expression immediately soured.

The issue was no longer about whether she could enter the hall.

It was that this Martial Arts Hall was deliberately humiliating her!

Wang Yuyan was clearly so powerful, yet they insisted she was the weakest.

She carefully examined Wang Yuyan's aura; it was somewhat strange, seeming like the Vajra Mortal Realm, but not entirely.

In contrast, the Vajra Mortal Realm aura on Su Ziyi was much clearer.

She became even more certain of her judgment.

"I challenge you!"

Yue Qing pointed at Su Ziyi and spoke word by word.

Su Ziyi's expression changed slightly.

What did this mean? After being defeated by Wang Yuyan, she thought she could defeat her?

Wang Yuyan also frowned slightly, feeling this girl was being too ungrateful.

She had clearly held back.

"Since you want to try, then bring it on!"

The yuchang sword was drawn, and a cold light stabbed straight out.

Seeing this, Yue Qing felt a sense of relief.

She hadn't used her full strength before either.

She was currently in the Zizai Earth Realm, a whole major Realm higher than her opponent.

Even without the Sword Control Technique, she could easily handle this.

The whip swung toward Su Ziyi from a tricky angle, like a venomous snake.

And when Yue Qing saw that Su Ziyi showed no intention of dodging, her expression relaxed.

This was right!

This was the duel she had anticipated.

With her cultivation Realm, this situation—where the opponent showed no intention of dodging—only occurred when facing an opponent a whole major Realm lower than her.

It seemed that the previous Wang Yuyan must have been faking it.

She hadn't expected Wang Yuyan to be so deeply calculating, disguising herself as so weak.