The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Yue Yao looked at this scene and said in amazement: "So this is the Sword Dance of Western Chu."

Seeing this, Zhuge Wucheng spread his legs with a heavy face, hoping to receive the blow with the greatest possible support. Baili Dongjun swung his sword upon seeing this, and the white dragon rushed towards Zhuge Wucheng along with his sword.

When Zhuge Wucai saw that his brother was injured, he immediately gave a decisive order: "Retreat!" Zhuge Wucheng did not hesitate and ran away with Zhuge Wucai like a gust of wind.

Yueyao watched Mo Qixuan's serious injuries fill her heart with worry and heartache. She slowly turned her head, her gaze once again resting on the elegant young man in dazzling white. At that moment, a deep sense of attachment and reluctance filled her eyes, but she ultimately gritted her teeth, turned around, and soared into the air with Mo Qixuan, quickly disappearing into the sky.

Seeing the two men leave, Ye Dingzhi was about to get up and chase them, but was stopped by Zhuo Yue'an, who had been leisurely watching the excitement on the rooftop. Zhuo Yue'an said directly, "You should continue to take the exam with peace of mind. I'll take care of those two." Before he finished speaking, he flashed and rushed in the direction the Zhuge brothers had fled.

Baili Dongjun and Wang Yixing felt a flash of white light before their eyes. When they looked closely, they saw a figure dressed in a snow-white robe, graceful and ethereal, gliding leisurely overhead. The figure's long, sleek, black hair, as smooth as black jade, was expertly tied with a snow-white ribbon, half loose and the other neatly tied back. This figure exuded a sense of elegance and grace. As he retreated, his snow-white robe and jade-white hands left a trail of unforgettable beauty in the air.

Baili Dongjun looked at the man in front of him and was stunned for a moment. With his mouth slightly open, he muttered to himself, "I've lived for so long, but this is the first time I've seen a man who is more handsome than me!"

Ye Dingzhi, who was standing by, nodded repeatedly after hearing this, expressing his agreement: "Yes, he is indeed very handsome."

Upon hearing this, Baili Dongjun quickly turned his head to look at Ye Dingzhi, and asked curiously, "You actually know him? Tell me quickly, where is he from? He looks like he's quite powerful."

Ye Dingzhi smiled and slowly explained: "He is the disciple of my junior uncle. In terms of seniority, he is my senior brother. Moreover, his martial arts level is extremely high, at least one level higher than mine." After that, Ye Dingzhi used his fingers to draw a thin gap to indicate the difference in strength between the two sides.

After Ye Dingzhi's words, Baili Dongjun suddenly remembered their respective realms. He frowned, puzzled, and said, "I said one of you is at the Free Earth Realm and is a disciple of Lü Suzhen; the other has even reached the Free Heaven Realm and is proficient in the mysterious 'Eight Trigrams Heart Gate'. With your strength and talent, why are you seeking a master?"

Wang Yihang was the first to speak: "Who said I'm here to become a disciple? My master, Lv Suzhen, is a walking immortal in the world, no less than Mr. Li. I was ordered to come here to gain some experience."

Seeing this, Ye Dingzhi confessed, "I am a disciple of Penglai Island and the only closed disciple of the Penglai Immortal Mo Yi. I came here just to fulfill a long-cherished wish that has been postponed for many years."

Baili Dongjun coughed again, feeling somewhat discouraged, and said, "So, among the four of us in this team, I'm the only one who's the clown."

Ye Dingzhi gently patted Baili Dongjun's shoulder and said, "You can think of us as being here to help you. You see, our team is very strong, but you're the only one here to become my disciple. So, do you think you have a sure win?"

Baili Dongjun thought about it and realized that it was true, so he bowed to them and thanked them casually: "Thank you very much for your help."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked forward, leaving behind a sentence: "I don't believe you."

Ye Dingzhi and Wang Yihang smiled at each other and followed him.

Li Changsheng suddenly smiled and took another sip of wine. Yueluo's tears flowed from her eyes, streaking across her face beneath the veil. She said in a choked voice, "Why did I just feel... that he's back?"

Li Changsheng: "He will be back soon." Then he flew down and walked in front of her.

Yueluo looked at him excitedly when she heard his words, waiting for his next words.

Li Changsheng: "He didn't die then. He stayed in Qiandong City for more than ten years. He should have died a few months ago, but was rescued. Although he can only live in anonymity now, he no longer needs to rely on a cup of medicinal wine to keep himself alive. Perhaps you can now prepare to hand over your position as the head of the Thirty-Second Pavilion. I think he will come to take you soon."

Yueluo: "But the sword intent just now..."

Li Changsheng: "He accepted a disciple when he was in Qiandong City. What you just felt was the sword intent of this disciple."

Yueluo: "Will he really come to pick me up?" There was uncontrollable joy in her eyes.

Li Changsheng: "Oh, who knows this?" Then he left.

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When Zhuo Yuean caught up, he saw Li Changsheng inserting a branch into Zhuge Wucai's chest. Li Changsheng left a sentence: "You are not allowed to take the body away, listen carefully." Then he disappeared.

Zhuo Yuean stared coldly at the still-dazed Zhuge Wucheng, muttering to herself, "This is the perfect time!" Instantly, she thrust her sword out like lightning. This strike was the unique sword technique her master had created—the "ephemeral flash" technique.

The sword flashed, and before Zhuge Wucheng could even react, he was already dead. Even as he died, the smile on his face hadn't completely faded, as if frozen in that moment.

The speed of this sword technique was astonishing. It surpassed the instant-kill sword technique Baili Chengfeng had learned, and its speed was almost comparable to Li Changsheng's earlier kill of Zhuge Wucai. Anyone who looked closely at Zhuge Wucheng's wound would be astonished to discover that it resembled a blooming Epiphyllum, a breathtaking beauty.

Zhuo Yuean recalled his master's words: the name of this sword technique, "Evanescent Flower," wasn't just because the moves resembled the blooming of an ephemeral flower; it also held a deeper meaning. It foreshadowed the victim's life, fleeting like an ephemeral flower, and this beautiful flower offered them a final shred of dignity.

At that time, Zhuo Yuean thought to himself, if these deceased people knew, they would probably ask: "If I give you such respect, do you want it?"

Li Changsheng, who had just walked a short distance, seemed to sense what was happening behind him, but he didn't look back. He simply said expressionlessly, "Although I said that if anyone leaves, they will die, but I didn't say that others are not allowed to take action." With that, he left without looking back, and his figure quickly disappeared into the distance.