One Person: Revitalize the Sword Sect, Start with the Sword Challenge of the Ten Lords

Joyful long sword was like a dragon leaping and a tiger leaping, and every slash was accompanied by thunder. The air seemed to be torn apart by this force, leaving behind flashes of lightning.

Wang Yeshe's figure was graceful, and the profound secrets of Fenghou Qimen flowed between his fingers. His body was surrounded by a layer of light blue cyclone, which easily resolved Xiyangyang's violent attack.

"Your swordsmanship is indeed sharp, but in front of the true power of wind, it is nothing but a tiny storm." Wang Ye's voice was calm but revealed unquestionable confidence. There was no sign of slowness in the movements of his hands. Each gesture guided the airflow around him, weaving it into an invisible net, trying to bring all of Xiyangyang's attacks under control.

"Arrogant! Let me show you what the true will of a warrior is!" Xiyangyang shouted angrily, and the fighting spirit surging in his body surged like a tide. The light on the long sword became more and more dazzling. The blade passed through the space, causing waves of twisted ripples. The offensive suddenly became more fierce and unpredictable.

The clash between the two was no longer merely a contest of martial arts, but a battle of will and conviction. The spectators watched with bated breath, tension spreading through the crowd, their hearts seemingly pulsating to the rhythm of the battle.

"Hmph, willpower? I'd love to see it for myself." A smile played across Wang Ye's lips. The power within him, as if summoned by some mysterious force, began to surge violently. The power of Feng Hou Qi Men reached unprecedented heights within him. The surrounding space began to tremble, and the very elements of the air seemed to cheer for the Son of Wind.

"The wind and clouds change color, and all things return to peace - Wind Style: Dancing!" As Wang Ye murmured, a hurricane appeared out of nowhere, rolling up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, turning them into countless sharp wind blades, forming an impenetrable storm, heading straight for Xiyangyang.

A flicker of surprise flashed across his jubilant eyes for the first time, but it was quickly replaced by determination. "If that's the case, then I'll stake everything I have on victory in this battle!" He shouted, his blade pointed skyward. The fighting spirit within him surged forth like a volcanic eruption, enveloping the blade in a dazzling light.

"Desperate counterattack, sever in two!" Joyfully swung his sword, a slash powerful enough to split heaven and earth piercing the air and colliding head-on with the sweeping storm. Suddenly, a radiant light shone everywhere, as if day and night had merged at this moment, and the entire space trembled under the impact of this force.

"Hmph, the winner is decided." Wang Ye's figure slowly emerged from the storm, while Xiyangyang's figure gradually blurred in the light, and finally turned into specks of light and dissipated in the air.

"You are very strong, Xiyangyang. But in this realm of wind, I am the master." There was a hint of regret in Wang Ye's voice as he looked at the place where Xiyangyang disappeared.

"Counterattack in desperate situation, cut it in two with one stroke!" With Xiyangyang's heroic words, the world seemed to be split in two by this stroke.

The clash of storm and slash, like the sun and moon competing for brilliance, shocked everyone present. However, when the light faded, the scales of victory did not tilt towards justice.

Wang Ye's figure stood proudly behind the storm, and Xiyangyang, the young man who once faced powerful enemies with a smile, was now just a few residual shadows in the light, and eventually turned into nothingness.

"Hmph, the winner is decided," Wang Ye whispered, his eyes complex, a mixture of the pride of a victor and hidden respect for his opponent. The wind continued to blow, as if singing a dirge for this extraordinary battle.

Just as Wang Ye was immersed in thoughts of victory or defeat, the cell phone in his pocket rang at an inopportune time.

He frowned, thinking, who else could it be at this moment? Probably one of those annoying insurance salesmen again. He answered the phone impatiently, ready to give a blunt rejection: "I've told you so many times, I'm not interested—"

"Wang Ye, it's me, Zhuge Qing." The voice on the other end of the phone interrupted the rebuke that Wang Jiang was about to blurt out, and his tone softened a little instantly.

Zhuge Qing, this name always stirs up ripples in Wang Ye's calm heart. He asked with a hint of surprise, "Oh, Zhuge Qing? What's up? What do you want to talk to me about?"

Zhuge Qing's tone was a bit mysterious. He said, "There's something going on in Biyou Village that I think you might be interested in. So, are you interested in taking a look?"

Wang Ye's lips curled up unconsciously upon hearing this. He knew Zhuge Qing too well; he definitely wouldn't come to him for no reason. "Biyou Village? It sounds like the kind of place you'd find adventure. But I don't have the leisure for that right now."

"Wang Ye, don't be so quick to refuse." Zhuge Qing seemed to have expected Wang Ye to say this. "In fact, I'm already on my way. I think you should want to participate in this matter."

Wang Ye was stunned by this, then smiled bitterly: "Zhuge Qing, you are always like this, doing things without asking for permission. Okay, tell me the specific location, and I will rush over as soon as possible."

"I knew you would say that. The plane ticket has been booked for you and the flight information will be sent to you later. Wang Ye, see you in Biyou Village." Zhuge Qing said and hung up the phone without waiting for Wang Ye's response.

Wang Ye held the phone in his hand, shook his head helplessly, and thought to himself: "This Zhuge Qing is really causing me more and more trouble." But there was a barely perceptible excitement flashing in his eyes. Obviously, deep down he was looking forward to the upcoming unknown adventure.

A few hours later, Wang Ye was sitting on a flight to Biyou Village, looking at the rolling sea of clouds outside the window, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

In the early morning of Mount Longhu, the sun shines through the mist, casting a mysterious golden hue on the ancient mountains.

Ye Lin stood at the door, carrying his simply packed bag, gazing at the looming mountain ranges in the distance, a mixture of emotions welling up in his heart. Today, he would embark on an unknown journey, heading for the Biyou Village, rumored to be filled with adventures and challenges.

"Ye Lin, are we leaving so early?" A gentle yet slightly majestic voice sounded behind him.

Ye Lin turned around and saw that it was the old Taoist priest, and he saluted quickly: "Yes."

The old Taoist priest slowly walked to Ye Lin's side, his eyes deep, as if he could see through everything.

"Biyou Village is not a place that ordinary people can easily set foot in. You must be careful on this trip. The customs and practices there are very different from those in Longhu Mountain."

"Yes, Master Tianshi's teachings, I will keep in mind." Ye Lin answered respectfully, his brows revealing a bit of determination, "No matter what difficulties I encounter, I will act cautiously and live up to my master's teachings."

The old Taoist priest nodded, a hint of barely perceptible concern in his tone: "When do you expect to return?"

"It will take about a few weeks. I will return as soon as the matter is resolved." Ye Lin replied, but he knew in his heart that there were many variables in this trip and his return might not be as smooth as expected.

"Okay, take care on your journey." The old Taoist priest patted Ye Lin's shoulder gently, then turned and walked into the courtyard, leaving him with a lonely and majestic back. In the gradually dissipating morning mist, the old Taoist priest seemed to be silently wishing, as if he was deep in thought.