Immortals Step into Heaven

Zheng Yuan's expression was calm, his gaze resolute. With a gentle wave of his wide sleeves, his slender fingers reached into his storage bag. Instantly, he steadily withdrew a low-grade magical flying sword, emitting a cold glow. A faint glow seemed to flow from the blade, and the blade itself shone with a chilling glint. Its sharpness was evident, unmatched by any ordinary weapon.

Zheng Yuan turned around and handed the flying sword to Ling'er, saying at the same time: "Ling'er, this sword is a magic weapon, and its sharpness is beyond your imagination. Now that you have reached the first-class realm, your own strength is not bad, and with this peerless sword, you should rarely encounter rivals in this first-class realm. Although the city lord has some ability, you don't have to be afraid. Now, you go and compete with him. If you have the opportunity to kill him, there is no need to worry." Ling'er nodded slightly, stretched out her hand to take the flying sword, and at that moment, her eyes showed a bit more determination and confidence, and she immediately picked up the sword and flew towards where the city lord was.

Ling'er flew away, sword in hand, arriving in a moment at the City Lord's Mansion. The Mansion was imposing, with numerous guards standing before the gate, all with solemn expressions. Ling'er showed no fear, and with light, lotus-like steps, she headed straight for the gate.

Seeing this, the guards tried to intervene, but Ling'er's flying sword gave a gentle jolt, emitting a clear sound. Its powerful aura instantly forced the guards back several steps. By this time, the city lord had sensed something and flew out of the mansion, hovering in mid-air.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into my city lord's mansion!" the city lord shouted loudly, his eyes revealing a hint of vigilance and majesty.

Ling'er raised her head slightly and opened her red lips: "I am Ling'er. Today I have come to ask the city lord for advice." After she finished speaking, the internal force surged in her body, a breeze blew around her, and the flying sword in her hand pointed at the city lord.

The city lord snorted coldly and slowly unsheathed his weapon, a precious sword emitting a cold light. "Hmph, little girl, you're so bold! Don't blame me for being rude!" With that, the city lord took the initiative and rushed towards Ling'er with the precious sword in hand.

Ling'er's nimble form evaded the attack, as light as a fluttering butterfly. Then, she unleashed a brilliant sword technique, sending flying swords clashing with precious sabers. The City Lord was no ordinary opponent, unleashing his full might. Blades and sabers clashed in mid-air, eliciting a clang of metal and showering sparks. The two exchanged blows, and for a moment, it was difficult to determine who was stronger. But Ling'er, armed with magical weapons, gradually gained the upper hand. Each thrust of her sword strained the City Lord's defenses, leaving him in a perilous position.

The City Lord gripped his precious sword tightly, his gaze fixed on the scars inflicted by Ling'er's flying sword. His face was so gloomy it looked as if water could drip from it. He was filled with anger and astonishment. If it weren't for his years of experience in the martial arts world, his rich combat experience, and his timely use of internal energy to protect the blade, this precious sword that had accompanied him for so many years and killed countless enemies would have been broken in two by now. This was the sharp weapon he had relied on in countless life-and-death battles, and now it was damaged by a young woman's flying sword. How could he not be furious?

He suppressed his anger and looked up at the flying sword in Ling'er's hand, which was still trembling slightly and emitting a cold light. He looked at Ling'er again and said slowly, "My dear girl, you are so young, but you have such profound internal strength. It is truly amazing. Moreover, the sword in your hand, both the material of the blade and the sword energy it emits are extremely extraordinary. I believe you must be from a famous sect or a well-known family in the martial arts world. There is no previous grudge between you and me. This fight may just be a misunderstanding. Why don't we put down our weapons for the time being, sit down calmly and have a good talk to resolve this unnecessary fight?"

Ling'er raised her eyebrows, and a coldness flashed in her beautiful eyes. She seemed not to hear what the city lord said. The flying sword in her hand suddenly shone brighter, and she shouted softly: "Old man, stop fussing, watch out for the sword!" After that, she waved her slender hand and rushed towards the city lord.

The city lord trembled with anger, silently cursing the young man's recklessness. But he was a seasoned warrior, and his reflexes were swift. His precious sword danced instantly, gleaming with a cold light, and with exquisite blade movements, he parried Ling'er's swift flying sword attack. At the same time, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Second brother, third brother, come out too! Be careful! This little girl's sword is extremely sharp. Use your internal energy to protect your weapon." His voice resounded like a bell, echoing all around.

In an instant, two figures flashed out from the darkness behind the city lord like ghosts. The second was a sturdy figure, wielding a long iron staff that shone with a cold metallic sheen, and his movements were vigorous. The third was a lean man, each holding several steel darts in his palms. His eyes were sinister as he stared at Ling'er, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow. The three formed a triangle, surrounding Ling'er in the middle, their aura overwhelming.

Ling'er showed no fear, a flicker of determination in her beautiful eyes. She grasped her flying sword, unleashing a flurry of sword shadows, seemingly attacking the city lord and his three companions simultaneously. The city lord shouted, wielding his precious sword with impenetrable force, his blades crisscrossing in an attempt to block the fierce sword strikes. The second brother swung his long staff, whirring and slashing diagonally at Ling'er. The third brother, seizing the perfect moment, flicked his wrist, unleashing several darts that shot towards Ling'er's vital points like shooting stars chasing the moon.

Ling'er performed the Cloud Chasing Step, her figure agile as a fairy, tapping her feet lightly and dodging the darts sideways. The sword in her hand suddenly turned back and collided with the second brother's long stick, making a deafening sound and sending sparks flying. The city lord took the opportunity to rush forward, the knife flashing, and went straight to Ling'er's throat. Ling'er was not in a hurry, she dodged and jumped away, then swung her sword to kill the city lord, who had no choice but to deal with it.

Seeing the situation was dire, the third brother pulled out several poisoned daggers from his bosom and, taking advantage of the stalemate between the sword formation and the city lord and the second brother, hurled them at Ling'er. Ling'er's gaze fixed, and she swung her flying sword forward, accurately knocking the daggers down one by one. At this point, Zhao Ling'er was gradually feeling the drain of energy from the three men's siege.

Zheng Yuan's eyes widened in anger as he witnessed the scene before him, his face flushing crimson. He roared at the top of his lungs, "You, City Lord, are truly shameless! You actually mobilized three top-tier experts to attack a weak woman. This behavior is a complete disgrace to the moral code of the martial arts world and is despicable!" His roar was like a thunderclap, its waves resonating across half of Yucheng. The sudden commotion startled the city's inhabitants, and those still asleep were instantly yanked from their slumbers, faces shrouded in fear.