Quick Transmigration: Finding a Successor for a Sect in JX3

Xiao Xingchen finally understood. It turned out that the Master had given him a weapon with special effects! No wonder Hong Fei was surprised.

"Are the soaring and shadow-painting techniques also unique?" Xiao Xingchen asked.

"No, this weapon is only rare. It's not unique. Its uniqueness lies in the fact that only disciples of Chunyang can unleash its special effects. For other sects, it's just an ordinary sword, which is why it's said to be unique to Chunyang," Hong Fei explained.

"Then it seems there must be quite a few people who possess these two swords," Xiao Xingchen asked.

“Not many people probably own these two swords, after all, you have to run a 25-player dungeon. They drop from the Nanzhao Imperial Palace, and the drop rate is incredibly low. You wouldn't want to know. Actually, what surprises me isn't the swords themselves, but that you got them as soon as you entered Chunyang. That's what's enviable. You know, there are many people who run the Nanzhao Imperial Palace every seven days. How many years has it been? And they still haven't gotten them. Tell me, isn't it something to be envious of?” Hong Fei said enviously to Xiao Xingchen.

Hong Fei looked enviously at Teng Kong and Hua Ying, which Xiao Xingchen was carrying on his back. Xiao Xingchen gave Hong Fei a strange look and asked, "Are you envious too? But aren't you from the Seven Show Sect? You shouldn't be able to use this, right?"

Hong Fei glared at Xiao Xingchen and said angrily, "Am I envious that you have two swords, Tengkong and Huaying? What I envy is how easily you obtained your sect's special weapon. For so many years, I haven't even touched a shadow of our sect's special weapon. Do you think I can't envy your good luck? My Blood Shadow Heavenly Dancer! Where are you?"

Xiao Xingchen was at a loss for words; it seemed like anything he said would be inappropriate. He felt like anything he said would sound like he was showing off. What could he do? He could only remain silent.

Hong Fei and Xiao Xingchen arrived at Taiji Square and found their senior brother, Chunyang. Seeing that Xiao Xingchen had found Chunyang, Hong Fei awkwardly said to him, "I need to calm down my jealousy. You stay here and learn martial arts from your senior brother. I'm leaving now."

Xiao Xingchen, unsure how to react, watched as Hong Fei swiftly flew away using her light-footed skills. Overall, however, Xiao Xingchen couldn't help but want to laugh, even though he knew he shouldn't; Hong Fei's behavior was genuinely amusing. Watching Hong Fei's hurried departure, Xiao Xingchen couldn't help but smile. Hong Fei's words and actions were always so unpredictable.

Hong Fei's departure did not mean she truly left Chunyang, but rather that she went to find Ximen Chuixue and Wushuang. This twist of fate is indeed quite amusing.

When Hong Fei found Ximen Chuixue and Wushuang, Ximen Chuixue and Wushuang were sparring. They were engrossed in their swordplay, their swords flashing and cold, each move demonstrating profound martial arts skill. Hong Fei's arrival went unnoticed by the two engrossed in their duel; it was Wen Ning, watching from the sidelines, who noticed her arrival.

Wen Ning greeted Hong Fei with a smile, "Hong Fei, what brings you to Chunyang? Are you here to see us?"

Hong Fei smiled and said, "I brought my new friend Xiao Xingchen to Chunyang to study under a master. I also came to visit you all."

Hong Fei looked at the two people still competing in front of her and asked Wen Ning, "Do they often do this?"

“Yes! Ximen and Wushuang often spar in swordsmanship, and they’ve improved so quickly.” Wen Ning’s tone was filled with admiration.

"And you? How are you doing now?" Hong Fei asked Wen Ning.

"I'm fine now, but my master said my soul is damaged, so he told me to cultivate Taoist arts to stabilize it first. Only then can I slowly learn the Zixia Skill. My master told me to rest until my Qi is fully purified, and then we can see if I want to learn anything else." Wen Ning slowly recounted her recent situation.

Hong Fei listened to Wen Ning recount his master's plans for his future, looking at the gentle and kind young man before her. She felt deeply comforted. How wonderful! The Ghost General was nowhere to be seen, only Wen Qionglin remained.

"By the way, Hongfei, where's the new friend you mentioned?" Wen Ning looked behind Hongfei but didn't see anyone.

Hearing Wen Ning's question, Hong Fei snapped out of her reverie. "He's learning martial arts from the senior brother at Tai Chi Square."

Hong Fei then looked at Wen Ning and said, "You two might get along very well, because he is a gentle and refined gentleman. You two have similar temperaments; you are both very gentle people."

When Wen Ning heard Hong Fei's praise, her face flushed, and she became a little shy.

Hongfei burst out laughing when she saw the shy Wen Ning. "Wen Ning, why are you still so shy? Hahaha!"

Wen Ning looked at Hong Fei, who was smiling in front of him, scratched his head sheepishly, and then laughed himself.

At this moment, the sparring between Ximen Chuixue and Wushuang came to an end. The two of them stopped and walked towards Hongfei and Wenning.

Wushuang asked, "What are you talking about? Why are you laughing so happily?"

Hongfei said with a smile, "We were talking about our new friends."

Wushuang asked curiously, "A new friend has arrived? How is his swordsmanship?"

Hongfei pondered for a moment and said, "I can't say for sure, but I only know that people say he is like Qingfeng Mingyue Xiaoxingchen. So, as for how good his swordsmanship is, you'll have to experience it for yourself."

Wushuang looked around. "Weren't you supposed to be a new friend? Where is she?"

Hong Fei smiled and said, "He's at Taiji Square now, with your Senior Brother Chunyang."

Wushuang replied, "Oh, I see," clearly already knowing what his new friend was doing at the Tai Chi Square. He had experienced it himself and now meditates there every morning.

Ximen Chuixue then spoke up, "Then let's go to Tai Chi Square too."

Wushuang agreed, "Then let's go meet this new friend."

Wen Ning nodded, offering no opinion. What could Hong Fei do? Everyone else was going, so she could only go back with them.

The group walked along the familiar bamboo path, sunlight filtering through the sparse bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows and adding a touch of warmth and anticipation to their journey home. Wu Shuang walked and pondered, just how formidable was this new friend, dubbed "Gentle Breeze, Bright Moon, Morning Star Dust"?

Upon arriving at Taiji Square, they saw a young man dressed in plain clothes, holding a long sword, standing in the center of the square with his eyes closed in deep concentration. The tip of his sword lightly touched the ground, and he exuded an indescribable aura of tranquility, as if he were isolated from the world, yet also breathing in harmony with heaven and earth. This was the new friend Hong Fei had mentioned—Xiao Xingchen.