The Young Swordsman of Dalu

The number one swordsman of the northern deserts arrived at Wenxian Pavilion. He walked into the front hall, and Li Chaoyang and the others looked at him. He also looked at Li Chaoyang and the others.

"I am the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert. Is this Wenxian Pavilion? I will challenge all the experts here. Will you come one by one, or all at once? Also, which of you is Li Chaoyang? I heard from the people of Xizhou that he is quite powerful and the number one warrior of your Great Lu Kingdom. I will also challenge Li Chaoyang." The number one swordsman of the Northern Desert looked at the crowd with disdain and said.

"You're from the northern desert?" Li Chaoyang asked.

"Yes! You can tell from my name."

"How many people have you challenged? It was supposed to start from north to south, but when I came out of the Northern Desert, I went astray and ended up in your southern region. I fought my way here from the south," said the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert.

"Never lost?" Li Chaoyang asked.

"I haven't met my match yet," said the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert.

"It seems your martial arts skills are truly remarkable. We've certainly had a great time at Wenxian Pavilion today," Li Chaoyang said.

"You must be Li Chaoyang! You're such an old man, I thought you were a young man!" The number one swordsman of the Northern Desert said to Li Chaoyang with disdain.

"You look down on this old man like me!" Li Chaoyang said.

“That’s unreasonable! Grandpa is too infuriating. Let me teach him a lesson first,” Li Wei said, stepping forward.

"Get out of the way! It's not your turn yet!" Li Chaoyang shooed Li Wei away.

Liang Feiyan pulled Li Wei behind her, and Li Wei said defiantly, "Sister Feiyan, why are you pulling me? I'm going to teach him a lesson!"

"Listen to the old master," Liang Feiyan comforted her.

Li Wei glared indignantly at the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert. Liang Feiyan patted her on the back and said, "Calm down!"

"Who wants to go first?" The number one swordsman of the Northern Desert looked around at everyone.

"Old Pavilion Master! This man is going too far! Does he think that there's no one left in our Great Lu Kingdom?" Wang Quanyou said indignantly.

“Alright! You go first and have a match with him,” Li Chaoyang said.

After leaving the front hall, the group arrived at an open area. Wang Quanyou approached the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert and said, "Let me first experience your martial arts as the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert."

The top swordsman of the northern desert didn't hold back and launched the first attack on Wang Quanyou. He came on strong, and Wang Quanyou was defeated in just three rounds.

No one dared to believe that Wang Quanyou, who was known as the number one swordsman of the Great Lu Kingdom, would be defeated after only three rounds. Their opinion of the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert quickly changed.

Although the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert only exchanged three moves with Wang Quanyou, Li Chaoyang discerned clues from those three moves and concluded that this person must be from the Flying Sky Sword Sect of the Northern Desert.

Li Chaoyang was puzzled. The Flying Sword Sect had been in the northern desert for many years and had never set foot in the interior. Why had they come here now? There must be a reason.

Li Chaoyang pulled the boy beside him over and whispered something in the boy's ear, after which the boy left.

"Who else?" asked the number one swordsman of the northern desert.

"I'll go!" Sun Jiaxing leaped up and stood in front of the number one swordsman of the northern desert.

"You also wield a sword, so today I'll experience the swordsmanship of your Great Lu Kingdom." The number one swordsman of the Northern Desert said as he thrust his sword at Sun Jiaxing.

The Sun family's swordsmanship is renowned throughout the Lu Kingdom, and their ancestors received guidance from masters.

The two swords clashed, and the sparks they produced flashed like shooting stars in front of everyone.

Li Chaoyang became even more certain, based on the moves, that the number one swordsman in the Northern Desert was indeed from the Flying Sky Sword Sect of the Northern Desert.

Soon, as expected, Sun Jiaxing was also defeated.

No one dared to underestimate this man who was known as the number one swordsman in the northern desert anymore.

"Can the old sect master tell which sect he belongs to?" everyone asked.

“The Flying Sword Sect of the Northern Desert!” Li Chaoyang said.

"We've never heard of such a sword sect before," the crowd said.

"That's because I've never been here before, now you know!" the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert said disdainfully.

"How dare such a small sect be so arrogant!" everyone exclaimed.

"Your Flying Sword Sect has stayed in the northern desert for decades, why did you decide to come to the mainland today?" Li Chaoyang asked.

“My master forbade me to come, but he can’t control me. I can go wherever I want! Besides, the Northern Desert is too desolate. It’s nowhere near as bustling and lively as your place! I like liveliness! So I came,” said the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert.

"You came here alone. Your Flying Sword Sect didn't come, right?" Li Chaoyang asked.

“Yes! You old man are too long-winded! Do you dare to fight me, old man?” said the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert.

“I can compete with you, but you have to answer a few questions for me first,” Li Chaoyang said.

"You old man, you're so long-winded! Just ask already!" the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert said impatiently.

"Is Shou Shangxing still the current head of your Flying Sword Sect?" Li Chaoyang asked.

"How did you know? Shou Shangxing is my master," said the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert.

"So Shou Shangxing is still alive. It's remarkable that he's still alive," Li Chaoyang said. "What's the situation in the northern desert?"

"The northern desert is a chaotic wasteland, with tribes fighting to the death for power. There's not a trace of prosperity to be seen. How can it compare to your place? My master insisted on upholding the treaty that had kept him away from the mainland for centuries, willingly staying in that barbaric land for decades. My fellow disciples can stay in that godforsaken place with him if they want! It's a good opportunity for me to come here for a fight." The number one swordsman of the northern desert said smugly.

Li Chaoyang was skeptical of the words of the top swordsman of the northern desert. Not long ago, he received news from the northern desert that the various tribes of the northern desert had united to elect a new Chanyu (ruler), and they were constantly strengthening themselves in the hopes of one day launching an effective attack on the interior.

Li Chaoyang suspected that this top swordsman of the Northern Desert was a spy sent by the Northern Desert to investigate the true strength of the Great Lu Kingdom under the guise of a martial arts contest.

Now that the number one swordsman of the northern desert has forced his way to his doorstep, Li Chaoyang cannot sit idly by and wait for his death. This man came to Wenxian Pavilion specifically for Li Chaoyang, and he must accept his challenge.

“You’ve come from afar and have already fought two matches, so you must be tired. We won’t use a series of matches against you, as that would be unfair. Why don’t you rest for a bit, and then we can continue the competition? How does that sound?” Li Chaoyang said.

"You're a good old man. Now that you say it, I'm really tired. Alright! I'll listen to you!" said the number one swordsman of the Northern Desert.

"Bring up some good food and drinks from our Wenxian Pavilion for this friend, so he can rest well," Li Chaoyang said as he entered the front hall.

The group followed Li Chaoyang into the front hall and saw him standing there with a serious expression.

"Old Master! Is there something amiss?"

"The wind is picking up again outside!" Li Chaoyang said meaningfully.