I forge immortality with spiritual treasures.

Chapter 50 Sword Dance
Li Zhuo never expected that he would run into a good friend on this trip.

After exchanging pleasantries, he informed the steward that there was no need to arrange any more seating, and led a few people to sit with Feng Xufeng.

Soon, ladies brought over fruits and pastries, and added several sets of wine cups and goblets.

Neither Li Xuanying nor Li Jingqiu drank alcohol, but tea was served to them.

The group drank wine and tea, no longer discussing cultivation or Taoist practices, but chatting about trivial matters, which made them quite comfortable.

Li Zhuo recounted the anecdotes he had heard at the alchemy workshop, and Feng Xufeng listened with a smile.

However, at that moment, some disorderly noises suddenly arose in the arena. Although not extremely noisy, they immediately distracted people.

Ying Chan glanced sideways and saw a group of five people ascending the stairs to this place.

"Are they disciples of the Hengfa Sect?"

"This person, this person is truly a Xuan Guang cultivator? Such profound light..."

Ying Chan overheard whispers and horrified expressions from the crowd.

It is conceivable that they were intimidated by the powerful Xuan light emanating from the Hengfa Sect, especially their leader.

Even Li Zhuo couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation, and whispered to Feng Xufeng, "Xufeng, are you going to participate in this year's Immortal Fruit Gathering?"

"It's natural."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhu pondered and said, "Then the disciples of the Hengfa Sect are probably your formidable rivals."

Feng Xufeng simply smiled faintly.

Ying Chan couldn't help but turn around and glance at Feng Xufeng.

In his eyes, Feng Xufeng's magical light was actually quite striking, but not as dazzling as that of the Hengfa Sect disciples, and was rather gentle.

Even the leading Hengfa Sect disciple was not diminished in the slightest by such powerful Xuan light.

"It seems that while powerful magic is certainly remarkable, it is by no means the sole criterion for determining the depth of one's cultivation..."

While Ying Chan was pondering, the Hengfa faction, led by the steward, had already made their way through the crowd and taken their seats.

The seats in the venue are roughly arranged on both sides, with a clear pool of water in the middle. There are no fish in the water, but the water flows gently, its origin and destination unknown, which can be considered a scenic spot.

Presumably because this place was considered a seat of honor, the Hengfa faction stopped in their tracks, which happened to be across the water feature from them.

Before the Hengfa Sect members took their seats, the young Taoist at the head seemed to sense something, glanced around, and revealed a faint smile, "So it's a fellow Taoist from the Xuandu Sect."

"This humble Taoist, Xu Junyang of the Hengfa Sect, greets you."

"Feng Xufeng greets fellow Daoist."

Feng Xufeng returned the greeting without saying anything more. Xu Junyang nodded slightly and led his fellow disciples to their seats.

“Xu Junyang…”

Feng Xufeng withdrew his gaze, then picked up his wine glass again: "So it was him."

Li Zhuo said in surprise, "Xu Feng knows this person."

“I’ve heard about it from others.” Feng Xufeng finished his drink and laughed, “Li Zhuo, you’re still too out of touch with the news while you’re in the Daoist academy.”

"His reputation has already spread throughout the entire Wanshan region..."

Ying Chan listened attentively and realized that this Xu Junyang was actually the legendary cultivation prodigy.

He completed the Qi Refining process in just two or three months and easily connected with the meridians of heaven and earth. As soon as the Profound Light was formed, it alarmed the masters of the Hengfa Sect, who took him in as their closed-door disciple and taught him profound Daoist techniques...

They chatted casually, enjoying drinks and tea.

After the Hengfa faction arrived, it seemed that all the guests had also arrived.

After a long while, no one else took a seat. Suddenly, the music stopped, and musicians filed in, each carrying a different instrument, and stood in the center of the room.

Then, a woman dressed in light silk entered the arena, holding a long sword upside down.

Barefoot, she stepped directly into the water feature, only to find that the ripples in the water seemed to support her. She walked to the center of the water feature and stood still.

"Sword Maiden?" The name flashed through Ying Chan's mind, and he suddenly realized that the Sword Maiden mentioned by the steward had taken the stage.

really.

The next moment, a sharp note rang out, leading to a chorus of pipa, qin, and sheng, and a majestic melody suddenly began.

The woman immediately flicked her longsword.

At this moment, the sword blossoms seemed to draw all eyes to her, and she began to dance gracefully in response.

Ying Chan was momentarily amazed.

He was a master swordsman, which is why he could tell that this swordswoman's swordsmanship was truly profound.

Of course, not only is her swordsmanship superb, but her dance moves are also extremely graceful.

Swords move, people dance, bare feet lightly touch the ground, ripples spread, her figure spins like a startled swan, ice silk flutters like flowing clouds, and that wisp of sword light has already transformed in her hand into the brushstrokes of freehand ink painting, spreading out a series of picturesque scenes.

"What a fine sword, what a fine dance!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd, but among them was a disdainful remark: "Is that all?"

Then, another laugh rang out: "Oh? Senior brother, are you not satisfied? How about I find a way to liven things up for you?"

Ying Chan, with his sharp ears, recognized the voice coming from the opposite side. Looking over, he saw Heng Fa and his group, with two young Taoists, besides Xu Junyang, engaged in conversation.

One of them asked, "How about we liven things up?"

The other man smiled slightly and suddenly exclaimed, "What a fine sword, young lady! How about I invite a goddess to dance with you?"

Without waiting for a response, he pointed towards the water feature.

The moon was reflected in the water, and when the Hengfa disciple pointed at it, a faint glimmer of light appeared.

Ying Chan, paying attention to his movements, immediately looked into the water. There, she saw a graceful figure flying out from the moon's reflection, shimmering in the water.

Upon closer inspection, every hair and every smile and frown is so lifelike, as if a goddess had flown out of the moon.

In an instant, the goddess who had flown out of the water and appeared in the moonlight descended to the mortal world, hanging upside down in the water. As she stepped on the water, ripples appeared, and she danced gracefully, seemingly vying with the sword maiden for beauty.

Ying Chan was amazed by the exquisite magic of the Hengfa disciple, but couldn't help but frown.

His actions, though intended to add to the festivities, actually disrupted the Sword Maiden's dance, rendering it incomplete.

But it was at this moment that Fiora's dance suddenly changed.

Ying Chan's gaze was instantly drawn to her. It turned out that with her movements, the beauty of her dance was not diminished at all, and her reflection in the water actually danced with the goddess of the moon.

For a moment, the swordswoman on the water, the swordswoman in the water, and the goddess in the moon coordinated perfectly.

"it is good!"

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

The audience erupted in cheers again, and Ying Chan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Soon, the dance ended, and the swordswoman sheathed her sword, thanked everyone in all directions, and then bowed to the Hengfa group: "Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist."

Just as the young Taoist priest who had performed the spell was about to respond, Xu Junyang suddenly said, "Junior Brother Ma, aren't you going to apologize?"

Master Ma's expression immediately turned serious. He stood up and said, "I was just fooling around and causing trouble, disturbing your performance. I hope you won't take offense."

Only then did some people realize that what had just happened was not a rehearsal. While they were amazed, they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

However, Master Ma ignored him and solemnly bowed to the Sword Maiden.

As the Sword Maiden pondered how to respond, a warm voice suddenly reached everyone's ears.

"Since you have sincerely apologized, I will take the liberty of letting this matter drop."

(End of this chapter)