I walk sideways in the game world

The martial arts conference was held atop Mount Huashan. Its towering peak pierced the clouds like a sharp sword, embodying the majesty of the martial arts world. Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin, using their qinggong skills, traversed the sea of clouds and finally arrived at the venue for this grand event.

As soon as he entered the venue, he was met with deafening cheers. Disciples from various sects were shoulder to shoulder, dressed in a variety of costumes, weapons strapped to their waists, chatting and laughing, making the place a lively scene. It was the first time Ren Xiaoyao had witnessed such a grand scene, and he couldn't help but be infected by the rich atmosphere of the martial arts world.

Xia Lin quietly introduced, "Xiaoyao, look, over there is the Shaolin Sect, over there is the Wudang Sect, and there are also the Emei Sect and the Kunlun Sect..."

Ren Xiaoyao listened to Xia Lin's introduction while observing his surroundings. He noticed that many people's eyes were focused on the high platform where several middle-aged men with impressive appearances sat. They must be the highly respected masters of the martial arts world.

"Xiaoyao, let's go sign up too." Xia Lin pulled Ren Xiaoyao to the registration office and registered their names and sects.

The competition of the Wulin Conference is divided into three stages: preliminaries, semi-finals and finals. The preliminaries are a free-for-all in the ring, and only the top ten will advance to the next round.

Ren Xiaoyao was assigned to Arena Number One, competing alongside nine other disciples from various sects. With the referee's command, the competition officially began. Several contestants drew their weapons and attacked Ren Xiaoyao.

Ren Xiaoyao remained calm in the face of danger, his figure flashing like a ghost, easily dodging wave after wave of attacks. The long sword in his hand was like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue, and his moves were sharp and fierce, and his sword energy was rampant. He quickly forced several opponents off the ring.

"Good!" The audience burst into cheers. Ren Xiaoyao's exquisite swordsmanship won everyone's recognition.

The last opponent was a young master from the Qingcheng Sect. He wielded a green steel sword, and his swordsmanship was light and graceful. He fought with Ren Xiaoyao for dozens of rounds, but was never able to gain the upper hand.

"Qingcheng swordsmanship is just so-so." Ren Xiaoyao snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly accelerated, turning into a silver light and piercing the opponent's chest.

The young master was horrified and hurriedly raised his sword to block, but it was too late. With a crisp "clang" sound, the green steel sword broke, and Ren Xiaoyao's sword tip was against his throat.

"I give up!" said the young master with a pale and dejected face.

"Thank you." Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword, turned around and walked off the stage.

"Congratulations, Brother Xiaoyao, on your first victory!" Xia Lin stepped forward, her face beaming with joy... "Congratulations, Brother Xiaoyao, on your first victory!" Xia Lin stepped forward, her face beaming with joy, and handed him a silk handkerchief. Ren Xiaoyao took it and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. The two of them smiled at each other, their understanding speaking volumes. Their tacit understanding flowed naturally like a mountain spring, drawing envious glances from many nearby jianghu figures.

Ren Xiaoyao's outstanding performance in the preliminaries caught the attention of several martial arts veterans on the stage. One of them was a middle-aged man in a purple robe, stroking his beard with a look of admiration in his eyes. He was none other than Ouyang Zhen, the renowned head of the Taishan Sect.

"This young man has exquisite swordsmanship and profound internal strength. I wonder where his master is?" The loud voice of Sect Leader Ouyang rang out in the venue, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Ren Xiaoyao clasped his fists in greeting and replied in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "To reply to Sect Leader Ouyang, I am Ren Xiaoyao. I do not belong to any sect or school. I simply learned some basic Kung Fu by chance."

"Haha, heroes emerge young, and the young are truly formidable!" Sect Master Ouyang laughed heartily. "I wonder if Young Master Ren would be willing to spar with one of my disciples, so I can broaden my horizons."

"Master Ouyang, you are too polite. It is my honor to be able to spar with the disciples of Taishan Sect." Ren Xiaoyao naturally would not refuse such an opportunity.

In the following matches, Ren Xiaoyao relied on his agile body movements and exquisite swordsmanship to overcome all obstacles and finally successfully entered the finals. His name also gradually spread throughout the martial arts world as the martial arts conference progressed.

On the eve of the finals, Sect Leader Ouyang specially hosted a banquet to entertain Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin, and invited Ren Xiaoyao to participate in the sect exchange event to be held at Taishan Sect three days later.

"Young Master Ren, your swordsmanship is agile and elegant, and is quite similar to the martial arts of our sect. I hope you can stay in Mount Tai for a few days and communicate more with our disciples. What do you think?" Sect Leader Ouyang's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Thank you, Master Ouyang, for your hospitality. I am honored." Ren Xiaoyao agreed happily.

After the banquet, Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin strolled on the top of Mount Hua, admiring the stars in the night sky.

"Xiaoyao, you are really amazing. Even Sect Leader Ouyang praises you highly." Xia Lin looked up at Ren Xiaoyao with admiration in her eyes.

"I'm just doing my best." Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly. "By the way, I heard there's a female hero in the martial arts world named Lin Qingxue, whose swordsmanship is superb. I wonder..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold voice came from behind them: "Are you asking about me?"

Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin turned around and saw a woman in white holding a long sword standing behind them. In the moonlight, she looked even more heroic, like the Queen Mother of the West who had come down to earth.

"My name is Ren Xiaoyao. I've long heard of Miss Lin..." "I've long heard of Young Master Ren. Seeing you today, I can see you're truly worthy of your reputation." Lin Qingxue's tone was cold, but her eyes held a hint of admiration. She had also heard rumors about this rising star in the martial arts world.

"Ms. Lin, you are too kind. I only know a little bit about it. I am glad to meet you today, Ms. Lin, and hope to have a chance to learn something from you." Ren Xiaoyao was intimidated by Lin Qingxue's aura, but his inner confidence made him neither humble nor arrogant.

"Please." Lin Qingxue didn't waste any words. She drew her sword, a cold light flashed, and pointed it directly at Ren Xiaoyao.

Ren Xiaoyao, undeterred, drew his sword to meet the enemy. Their figures intersected, swords flashing like two bolts of lightning colliding on a mountaintop. Lin Qingxue's swordsmanship was fierce and swift, each strike ruthless. Ren Xiaoyao responded with a flexible and varied style, sometimes attacking and defending, sometimes seeking victory from a dangerous angle. The two engaged in a close battle.

After dozens of moves, Lin Qingxue sheathed her sword and stood, her eyes showing approval. "Young Master Ren, your swordsmanship is exceptional. I have done my best. Let's stop here for today."

"Thank you, Miss Lin." Ren Xiaoyao also put away his sword. He admired Lin Qingxue's swordsmanship very much, and even more so her open-mindedness.

The martial arts tournament semi-finals arrived as scheduled, and Ren Xiaoyao fought his way through to the semi-finals. However, he encountered a formidable opponent, Murong Fu, a young and renowned martial arts master known for his ruthless palm techniques.

From the moment the two began their exchange, Ren Xiaoyao felt immense pressure. Murong Fu's palm techniques were fierce and powerful, each one deadly, forcing Ren Xiaoyao into a passive position. But he remained calm, relying on his agile movements and keen observation to search for his opponent's weaknesses.

Finally, the opportunity arrived! Murong Fu launched a palm strike, but Ren Xiaoyao, seizing the perfect moment, dodged sideways, simultaneously slashing his sword and thrusting it towards Murong Fu's ribs. Murong Fu, startled, quickly retracted his palm to defend himself, but it was too late; the tip of Ren Xiaoyao's sword had already reached his chest.

"You lost." Ren Xiaoyao said lightly.

Murong Fu's face turned pale, but he still conceded defeat, "I lose, Master Ren, your swordsmanship is excellent!"

In the end, Ren Xiaoyao, with his extraordinary strength and wit, successfully advanced to the finals. The entire martial arts conference was in an uproar, and people were talking about this young hero who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

On the eve of the finals, Ren Xiaoyao returned to his room and found a letter on the table. He opened the envelope and saw a few large characters written in a flamboyant style: "Tomorrow night at midnight, on the top of Mount Hua, a decisive battle! - Your opponent."

"Who is it?" Ren Xiaoyao clenched the letter in his hand, a cold light flashing in his eyes...

Ren Xiaoyao repeatedly stroked the letter, trying to find some clues from the handwriting, but apart from a strong sense of provocation, he found nothing. The material of the letter was also extremely ordinary, nothing special.

"Who wants to attack me on the eve of the finals?" Ren Xiaoyao frowned, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

Could it be Murong Fu? Ren Xiaoyao quickly rejected this idea. Although Murong Fu was arrogant, he was not someone who could not afford to lose. Moreover, he was already at a disadvantage in the competition arena, so issuing a challenge would be meaningless.

"Brother Xiaoyao, what are you thinking about?" Xia Lin walked into the room with a bowl of porridge, and saw Ren Xiaoyao's solemn expression and asked with concern.

Ren Xiaoyao handed the letter to Xia Lin, "Someone challenged me to a fight to the death on the summit of Mount Hua."

After reading the letter, Xia Lin's expression grew serious. "Brother Xiaoyao, since this person chose to act on the eve of the finals, he must have bad intentions. We must be on guard."

"I understand." Ren Xiaoyao nodded. "The finals are approaching. I must stay in top form and not fall into the opponent's trap."

In the dead of night, Ren Xiaoyao sat cross-legged on his bed, practicing his internal energy techniques, regulating his breathing and concentrating his mind. With the finals approaching, he dared not slack off even a little.

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting a silver glow. Suddenly, Ren Xiaoyao felt a slight movement, and he opened his eyes abruptly, "Who?!"

However, the room was empty, with only the branches outside the window swaying gently in the night breeze.

"Am I too sensitive?" Ren Xiaoyao thought to himself, but an inexplicable uneasiness lingered in his heart.

To be on the safe side, Ren Xiaoyao decided to step up his guard. He stood up and walked to the window, about to close it, when he suddenly felt a sharp murderous aura coming from behind him...

"Be careful!" A dark shadow broke through the window and attacked Ren Xiaoyao from behind...