Zhu Xian: The way of heaven collapses, and I only have one sword!

Chapter 28 The Eve of the Seven Clans Martial Competition!

After searching carefully in the storage room for a while, Chen Qiye finally found a few pieces of tough peach wood. He gently stroked the wood with his fingers, his eyes gleaming with concentration, and then picked up his tools and began to carefully carve.

Amidst the whirlwind of sawdust, wooden swords gradually took shape. Each sword's lines were smooth and natural, its blade polished to a sleek finish. Simple yet profound runes were engraved on the hilt. These runes weren't meant for attack, but rather to better guide the sword's power during execution, preventing excessive force from injuring fellow disciples.

After completing his wooden sword, Chen Qiye wielded it and slowly danced around the courtyard. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, each one imbued with unique charm. Though the sword in his hand was merely a wooden one, it seemed to possess immense power. As he danced, the surrounding air seemed to surge, forming invisible currents.

"In this way, there should be no problem." Chen Qiye put away the wooden sword and looked up at the horizon. At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun was just right, stretching his figure very long.

He knew very well that the rest in the next few days was extremely crucial. After all, he was about to face not only the Seven Clans Martial Competition, but also the thirty-sixth level three-flower heavenly tribulation that might befall him on his eighteenth birthday.

Back inside, Chen Qiye sat cross-legged, eyes closed, and began to process his insights. The Zhuxian Sword Formation was nearly complete, yet he felt he could still improve upon some subtle aspects. His consciousness once again sank into his sea of ​​conscious awareness, where a small golden figure stood, the Zhuxian Sword Formation shimmering with light. Chen Qiye meticulously observed the movements of the four divine swords, not missing a single detail.

He discovered that, during the operation of the sword formation, although the coordination between the four swords was close, at certain moments, there was still a very slight hindrance in the connection of power.

"If this slight hindrance can be eliminated, the power of the sword formation will surely be further enhanced." Chen Qiye murmured to himself, and then he immersed himself in the deduction of the sword formation, trying to use the theories in "The General Principles of Kendo" to optimize it.

At the same time, Jian Ma sensed Chen Qiye's consciousness entering her sea of ​​​​consciousness and quietly emerged. She looked at Chen Qiye, who was completely focused, her eyes filled with tenderness and concern. Now that she had made clear her feelings for Chen Qiye, she naturally cared a little more.

"Qi Ye, are you thinking about the sword formation?" Sword Mother asked softly.

Chen Qiye opened his eyes and saw Sword Mother. He smiled slightly and said, "Sister Fairy, I want to perfect the Immortal Execution Sword Formation. Perhaps it will make me more confident before the Heavenly Tribulation comes."

The Sword Mother nodded, floated to the side of the Zhuxian Sword, and gently stroked the sword: "This sword formation is extremely powerful, but the heavenly tribulation is also not trivial. You must not be careless."

After the two discussed, Chen Qiye's ideas became clearer, and he also had a new direction for improving the sword formation.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is the day of the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition.

Tongtian Peak, Qingyun Square, was bustling with activity. Disciples from Qingyun Sect who had come to participate in the "Seven Sects Martial Competition" had gathered there temporarily. From a distance, the crowd was bustling, likely numbering at least a thousand.

Most of the people standing in the square were dressed in Qingyun Sect attire. There were both Taoist and secular people, men and women, and the majority were young, many of them very heroic. This showed that Qingyun Sect had diligently cultivated young disciples over the years, recruiting and nurturing countless talented individuals. Despite the large crowd, the square still seemed quite spacious.

In the square, I saw disciples from other sects standing in groups of three or five, all of them looking excited and talking. I guess they were all looking forward to the upcoming martial arts competition.

Chen Qiye gazed at the bustling scene in the square, his heart as calm as a lake. He wore a moon-white robe, sleeves fluttering gently in the wind. The wooden sword hanging from his waist, though plain and unadorned, exuded a unique charm.

The laughter and chatter of the surrounding disciples was nothing more than ordinary noise to him. His gaze passed over the crowd and fell on the center of the square.

"Junior Brother Chen, come here quickly!"

Chen Qiye heard the voice and turned to look at Tian Ling'er, who was waving at him. She was running towards him, a bright smile on her face, her cheeks slightly flushed with excitement.

"Junior Brother Chen, you are finally here. Everyone is waiting for you!" Tian Ling'er ran up, took Chen Qiye's arm and walked towards where the disciples of Dazhu Peak gathered.

"After I returned to Tongtian Peak, have you all practiced seriously?" Chen Qiye asked with a slight smile.

A hint of pride flashed across Tian Ling'er's face, and she patted her chest and said, "Of course! We haven't been lazy since you left."

Everyone surrounded Chen Qiye and came to Dazhu Peak where everyone was.

Song Daren smiled widely as he stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Junior Brother Chen, it's been a while since we last met. You look even more impressive than before!" Chen Qiye quickly returned the greeting, saying humbly, "Brother Song, you're too kind. It's been a while since we last met. I'm sure your swordsmanship has improved a lot."

Du Bishu came over with a grin on his face: "Junior Brother Chen, you have to show off your skills in this Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition and let us open our eyes!"

"Why do I see so many unfamiliar brothers and sisters from other sects? You have been here for a while. Do you have any news?" Chen Qiye asked.

Song Daren shook his head and said, "I feel the same way. It seems that the fellow sects have accepted many new members in recent years."

Song Daren smiled and was about to say something when he heard a light cough behind him. A woman whispered, "Senior Brother Song, long time no see."

Song Daren was stunned for a moment, then woke up from his dream. He turned around and saw five or six female disciples standing behind him, led by a beautiful woman with a smile on her lips.

For a moment, Song Daren stood there in a daze. Not only were the people from Dazhu Peak unable to bear his dazed look, but even the female disciples from Xiaozhu Peak opposite him couldn't stop laughing with their hands covering their mouths.

The beautiful woman standing in front of Song Daren blushed slightly and called out again in a low voice: "Senior Brother Song."

Before Song Daren could react, Chen Qiye, who could no longer bear to watch, interrupted and said, "Qiye meets Senior Sister Wenmin."

Wen Min's gaze shifted to Chen Qiye, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He smiled and replied, "You're too polite, Junior Brother Chen. I heard that you've made great progress in swordsmanship recently. You'll definitely be the focus of everyone's attention at this Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition."

"Where is Senior Sister Lu? Why can't I see her?" Chen Qiye said with a smile.

Wen Min smiled slightly, and understood in her heart. It was obvious that Chen Qiye cared about Lu Xueqi very much. She said, "Junior Sister Lu, it will take a while for you to come over."

"Thank you, senior sister, for telling me." Chen Qiye bowed slightly, stood up and walked towards Zhang Xiaofan's position.

He Dazhi glanced at Song Daren and said to Wenmin, "Come to think of it, ever since the last big test, our senior brother has been thinking about you all the time."

Wen Min's face turned slightly red, but she didn't answer. She just glanced at Song Daren out of the corner of her eye, but the young junior sister behind her had already laughed.

Song Daren, a big, burly man, was embarrassed like a shy teenager at this moment. He quickly said, "No, no, I don't have the time..."

"What?" He was interrupted by a young woman standing behind Wen Min, who looked at him and asked, "So you don't miss our Senior Sister Wen Min anymore?"

Song Daren's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly looked up at Wen Min, only to see that Wen Min was also looking at him. He felt anxious and said, "No... No, I miss you..."

"Ha!" Everyone from Dazhu Peak and Xiaozhu Peak laughed together, especially the young women behind Wen Min, who laughed particularly loudly, attracting the disciples from other sects nearby to look over here a few more times.

"Xiaofan, how's your training been lately?" Chen Qiye patted Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder and said.

"Brother Qiye, your practice has been going smoothly during this period. It shouldn't take long for you to reach perfection." Zhang Xiaofan nodded and said.

While the two were talking, Du Bishu suddenly said, "Huh?" and said, "A lot of people have come again."

Looking around, I saw a group of people walking towards me from a distance. There were more than thirty of them in total. They all looked very heroic. The one walking in the front was calm and had an aura of being the leader of the group, which attracted people's attention.

Due to the variable Chen Qiye, things did not develop according to the original plot. Tian Ling'er did not fall in love with Qi Hao, and her relationship with Zhang Xiaofan was also pretty good.

(End of this chapter)