Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

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At this moment, all of Wuchen Daoren's internal energy had been transformed into Pure Yang Limitless True Qi. As a result, after years of hard work and refinement through the Pure Yang Limitless Technique, only a wisp of energy, slightly thicker than a finger, remained.

Although the quantity has decreased, the quality and power are incomparable.

He felt as strong as an ox, and could easily overturn the carriage. Of course, he knew this was an illusion caused by his improved martial arts skills, but even so, Daoist Wuchen felt he could now defeat ten of himself!

From this, he knew the extraordinary nature of this internal energy cultivation method; it was probably one of the most powerful cultivation methods of the time.

"Alright, alright, Master, don't worry!" Zhang Junbao patted his chest and said, "I'll take care of everything!"

As he spoke, he jumped down from the carriage, lifted the curtain, and said playfully, "Master, please get off!"

Wuchen Daoist shook his head, picked up the bundle beside him and got out of the carriage, only to find that the two of them were in a small courtyard.

Before the two could go looking for Yi Yuchen, the courtyard gate was already pushed open, and Tie Niu led the waiter in, carrying hot water, snow salt, and willow branches.

Upon seeing the two, he said, "You two are awake. The young master asked me to fetch hot water for you to wash up. Once you're done washing up, you can go to the front for your meal!"

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After the master and disciple had enjoyed an exceptionally lavish breakfast, it was time to part ways. The master and disciple were to head left towards Black Wind Stronghold, while Yi Yuchen was to turn right and head in another direction.

"Master Wuchen, Brother Junbao, then we shall meet again! If either of you has any flaws, you may also come to Mingjian Manor to find me." Yi Yuchen cupped his hands in farewell.

Daoist Wuchen repeatedly cupped his hands and said, "Certainly, certainly! I also wish Young Master Yi a safe journey!"

“Brother Yi, you can come to Qingfeng Temple to play when you have time. Our Qingfeng Temple is very interesting! My fellow disciples are all very nice people,” Zhang Junbao said from the side.

The three agreed to meet again another day. The master and apprentice watched Yi Yuchen's carriage drive away before heading towards Black Wind Village.

They hadn't walked far when Daoist Wuchen suddenly stopped, his forehead dripping with cold sweat. Zhang Junbao looked on, puzzled: "Master, what's wrong with you now?"

"Junbao, can you...can you still remember what Young Master Yi looks like?" Wuchen Daoist stammered.

Zhang Junbao didn't take it seriously and said with a grin, "What's so... unexpected about this!"

As he spoke, Zhang Junbao also began to stammer. The master and disciple exchanged a glance and said at the same time, "You don't remember either!"

Daoist Wuchen smiled bitterly...

"The more I think about it, the more blurred my memory becomes. Young Master Yi's face seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist, like a fog, and I can't see it clearly."

"The more anxious I am, the less I can remember. Now I have absolutely no recollection of it!"

Zhang Junbao said with a puzzled expression, "I don't seem to remember either!"

The master and apprentice exchanged a glance, then looked at each other in bewilderment.

Suddenly, Zhang Junbao jumped behind Wuchen Daoist, back to back, and whispered, "Master, do you think Brother Yi might be a ghost?"

Wuchen Daoist thought he had made some discovery, and before he could even get nervous, he slapped his forehead upon hearing this, feeling his mood become inexplicably strange!

"Hehe, Master, just kidding!" Zhang Junbao said with a smile. "So, are you not nervous now?"

Wuchen Daoist snorted, ignored him, and walked away!

"Hey! Master, wait for me!" Zhang Junbao shouted.

Fortunately, the distance wasn't far, with only ten or so miles left. After practicing the Pure Yang Limitless Skill, the two were quite fast on their feet and arrived at Black Wind Village just as the conference was about to begin.

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The Daoist Wuchen originally intended to hang your portrait in Qingfeng Temple for his disciples to admire, but he cannot recall what you looked like.

Zhang Junbao and his apprentice noticed your unusual behavior, but they didn't understand your level of skill; they only felt that your martial arts were unfathomable.

On the carriage, upon seeing the system's narration, Yi Yuchen was slightly taken aback. It turned out that since leaving the Famous Sword Manor, he had been covering himself with his primordial spirit and circulating his true energy. To outsiders, his appearance would naturally be visible upon meeting, but once they parted, with the passage of time and distance, they would naturally forget his appearance.

Yi Yuchen smiled. This was merely an instinct his body possessed after reaching the peak of the Innate Realm and cultivating his primordial spirit. As his primordial spirit grew stronger, more and more unusual phenomena would occur. Shaking his head, Yi Yuchen quickly dismissed the thought; it was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

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The master and apprentice squeezed through the chaotic crowd and into the center, where they saw a young man standing on the arena.

The boy's eyes were clear and upright, polite and courteous, exuding a gentle warmth yet carrying a hint of sharpness...

"I am honored to be here by all of you martial arts practitioners. I am Yi Jifeng, and I am here on behalf of Mingjian Manor to participate in this alliance meeting."

"Since we are here today to judge heroes by their martial arts skills, Yi Jifeng is willing to learn from everyone's skills. No one has any objection to the Mingjian Villa's dominance of the Jiangnan martial arts world, so please feel free to come up and compete."

He then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to those around him, and the audience below began to murmur amongst themselves, but no one was willing to go up on stage.

Zhang Junbao squeezed into the crowd, watching as no one was willing to go on stage, and whispered, "Master, why isn't anyone going up? Are they too afraid to even compete? This is too..."

"Shh!"

Master Wuchen gestured for silence, pulled him aside, and then pointed to the six white-robed figures lined up opposite the arena...

"See those people? They are all one of the seventeen sword attendants of the Famous Sword Manor! They are all top-notch masters in the martial arts world. In terms of martial arts and strength, no one is stronger than the Famous Sword Manor!"

"The martial arts practitioners here can't even beat the sword servants under his command, let alone the young master of the Famous Sword Manor!"

"But this is good. Mingjian Villa is the leader of the martial arts alliance in Jiangnan. With everyone working together, we can rescue General Yue and thwart Qin Hui's conspiracy."

Chapter 200 Battle in the Arena

Just as the master and disciple were discussing in hushed tones, a burst of excitement erupted nearby, with cries of "Master!" and "Junior Brother!" rang out.

Daoist Wuchen turned his head and exclaimed in surprise, "Why have you all come down the mountain? Didn't I tell you not to come down?"

The disciples looked at each other, and one of them said, "Master, it's not our fault. We only came here because we found that our junior brother was missing."

Another person chimed in, "Yes, yes! Master, you only take the junior brother, not us. It's so lively here!"

The disciples kept talking, giving Daoist Wuchen a headache. He couldn't help but raise his hand and slap each of them on the head, then hissed, "Shut up, all of you!"

The disciples immediately became obedient, and Daoist Wuchen slapped his forehead, scolding them...

"Is this a place to play around? Huh? Do you know how dangerous it is going to be?"

“Master is doing this all for your own good. You are all such a worry! All my hard work has been for nothing. Where have you all forgotten my teachings?”

Zhang Junbao stood behind Wuchen Daoren, hands on his hips. He would make a silent gesture whenever Wuchen Daoren said something, which made his fellow disciples lower their heads and chuckle.

Master Wuchen was reprimanding them in a low voice, but seeing that his disciples not only did not repent but also lowered their heads and chuckled, he became even more furious.

Noticing the group glancing behind him every now and then, he whirled around and saw his youngest apprentice, Zhang Junbao, hands on his hips, looking up at the sky, seemingly oblivious to everything. He immediately knew it was Zhang Junbao who was behind this!

He had no choice but to grab Zhang Junbao's ear, call his disciples together, and instruct them: "For the next period of time, none of you should leave your master's side. If there is any danger, remember to stay far away."

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Just as Wuchen Daoren was reprimanding his disciples, Yi Jifeng was guarding the arena alone in the center. Seeing that no one was coming up to spar, he was about to say a few polite words.

A red and white figure flashed by, spinning in mid-air before landing on the arena. It was Qin Sirong, wielding a long sword.

"Wow!" The onlookers exclaimed in surprise when they saw someone step onto the stage, and it was a beautiful woman at that.

Wuchen Daoist and his disciples also looked over, and the disciples exclaimed in surprise. One of them said, "What a beautiful woman!"

"My name is Yi Jifeng. May I ask how you are addressed, young lady?" Yi Jifeng, standing on the arena, greeted the newcomer with a cupped hand.

Qin Sirong didn't answer. She moved her feet, spun around, and swung her longsword in her right hand. Unexpectedly, she thrust the sword, scabbard and all, towards Yi Jifeng, saying, "I'll tell you if you win!"

Yi Jifeng just smiled and didn't take it seriously. When the sword sheath was about to reach him, he turned to the side and flicked the sword sheath with his right hand!

Qin Sirong felt a gentle force approaching, her fingers went numb, and her expression turned serious. She hadn't expected Yi Jifeng's internal strength to be so high.

With a push of her left hand on the hilt, the scabbard leaped past Yi Jifeng's side, flew over the heads of the onlookers, and with a 'thud,' embedded itself in a nearby pillar.

Before anyone could gasp in surprise, Qin Sirong flashed her longsword, creating five sword flowers, and thrust it toward Yi Jifeng's chest.

Yi Jifeng remained unmoved, his right index finger forming a sword-like shape. Each finger precisely flicked the tip of Qin Sirong's sword, easily neutralizing her attacks.

Each finger was imbued with pure true energy. After flicking five fingers in succession, Qin Sirong felt a sharp surge of true energy rushing against her meridians. Her arm felt as if it were being pricked by needles, and she staggered back seven or eight steps before finally stopping near the edge of the arena.

“Young lady is no match for me, how about we leave here?” Yi Jifeng suggested with concern, withdrawing his sword.

Qin Sirong glared with her phoenix eyes, snorted, and sheathed her long sword, unleashing a move called "Sword Pointing Southeast," with a layer of true energy coating the sword.

With a flick of the longsword, a beam of light refracted, and the swaying Yi Jifeng instinctively closed his eyes.

Qin Sirong pushed off the stage with her left foot, leaping three feet in an instant, and thrusting her sword toward Yi Jifeng's chest. The sword was swift and fast, accompanied by a sharp buzzing sound.

Despite being suddenly attacked, Yi Jifeng remained calm and composed. His instincts, honed over years underwater, allowed him to pinpoint the location of the sword with a snap of his ears.

Without raising his head, he pointed his right hand together and unleashed a "Qi Piercing the Rainbow" move, a sword aura shooting out from his fingertips and colliding with the longsword in Qin Sirong's hand with a "clang".

Qin Sirong could no longer hold the longsword. The longsword flew into the air. Before she could react, Yi Jifeng's habit, which he had developed over the years, allowed him to launch a series of attacks. He swayed his feet and moved gracefully, instantly appearing in front of Qin Sirong. His fingers, accompanied by sword energy, stabbed towards the Quchi acupoint that Qin Sirong was protecting at her throat.

Qin Sirong opened her eyes wide, about to exclaim, "My life is over!"

The next moment, a figure in black arrived from the air, hooking, coiling, and flicking Qin Sirong to the edge of the arena with his left hand, while striking out with his right palm, colliding with Yi Jifeng's sword finger.

With a 'pop' sound, a wave of true energy rippled through the air, causing the clothes of the two people on the arena to flutter and their hair to dance wildly.

Before the figure in black could speak, three crisp clangs were heard. Behind Yi Jifeng, three sword lights flashed, as fast as lightning, stabbing left and right at the man in black's chest.

The sword light shifted swiftly, covering all the black-clad man's changing positions, and the sword moves were filled with killing intent, blocking all his escape routes, determined to kill him with a single sword strike!

"You're going to kill someone!" the man in black cried out, instantly leaping into the air!

Three sword lights slammed into the arena with a 'boom,' leaving three sword marks two zhang long on the rocky ground, and sending pebbles flying everywhere!

The onlookers gasped in surprise and retreated involuntarily.

The three sword lights missed their first strike, and immediately leaped up like dragons, stabbing towards the man in black in the air. The three men's moves changed, covering all directions around the man in black.

The three swordsmen formed a unified stance, enveloping the black-clad man from the top, middle, and bottom. Their true energy merged into one, and the surging true energy instantly raged across the arena.

The man in black had a serious expression and a grim face. With a light step, head down and feet up, he swung his long sword down in mid-air, instantly creating eighteen sword flowers.

Each sword strike precisely hit the point where the three sword lights changed. Yi Jifeng, who had just reacted, was immediately shocked when he saw this move and shouted, "Eighteen Forms of Heavenly Sword!"

"Good lad, you have good taste!" the man in black praised, his figure graceful, using the force of the three sword lights to bounce back quickly!

The man in black landed beside Qin Sirong and handed her the long sword, saying, "Your sword, miss!"

Qin Sirong took the longsword, glared at the man in black staring at her, and said angrily, "How dare you interfere in a martial arts contest!"

The man in black, with a lecherous look on his face, said, "Miss, you look like someone I know!"

Qin Sirong snorted: "Don't even mention your long-lost first love! You should be thinking about how to survive!"

At this moment, with a clanging sound, six figures wielding long swords surrounded Qin Sirong and the man in black. The six figures' true energy was intertwined, forming a large net that trapped the two of them in the center.

Only then did the man in black react. Seeing six top-tier swordsmen, he was somewhat flustered and exclaimed, "No way!"

Seeing that a major battle was about to break out, Yi Jifeng waved his hand and said, "All of you, step back!"

Chapter 201 Yi Jifeng vs. Yi Tianxing

Upon hearing Yi Jifeng's words, the six swordsmen immediately withdrew their sword energy, their figures swaying as they landed around Yi Jifeng, ready to draw their swords at any moment.

The man in black relaxed and said, "Whose little brat are you? You haven't been out of the martial world for many years, I didn't expect you to have so many first-rate swordsmen!"

After saying that, he scolded Yi Jifeng, "You little brat, you have no mercy for women! If it weren't for me, this girl would have had her throat pierced by your sword!"

Yi Jifeng had a guess about the identity of the man in black, but he wasn't surprised. He cupped his hands and said, "I was caught off guard and almost hurt this young lady. Please forgive me!"

At this moment, the scattered martial arts practitioners gathered around again and whispered among themselves.

Qin Sirong twirled her sword and cupped her hands, saying, "I am Qin Sirong. My skills are inferior to yours, Young Master Yi, please don't take it to heart."

Yi Jifeng nodded and looked at the man in black, asking, "May I ask your esteemed name?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than someone shouted from the doorway, "Monster! Monster outside! Someone's been kidnapped by a monster!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Jifeng and Qin Sirong immediately leaped up and ran towards the door, leaping over the crowd. They could only see a bright green animal figure swaying and disappearing into the grass in the distance.

Behind the tail, a figure was struggling. Yi Jifeng narrowed his eyes and said, "It's you again, you beast!"

He immediately leaped into the air, his arms crossed in front of his chest. As his true energy circulated, a three-foot-long sword appeared beside him.

Yi Jifeng pointed his fingers and wielded his sword, soaring through the air. Amidst the overflowing sword energy, the grass and trees bowed low. Sharp sword energy enveloped him as he traversed more than ten zhang, instantly approaching the figure.

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"The Eight Forms of Famous Swords!" The man in black's eyes flickered with surprise, and he blurted out.

"The Eight Forms of Famous Swords? This is the secret, peerless martial art of Famous Swords Manor? True Qi transforms into weapons, how could Yi Jifeng, who is only twenty years old, possess such powerful true qi?"

Qin Sirong looked at the sword blade surrounded by sharp sword energy, her eyes narrowed, and she realized how lucky she had been to go on stage and provoke them.

Hearing the strange man beside her whisper, Qin Sirong's heart stirred. She glanced at the man in black talking to himself, then stared at Yi Jifeng's figure without saying a word.