The Legend of the Young Swordsman: A Prequel - A Phantom Melody Embarks on a Journey Through the Mar

Helian Yun Shen's simple words instantly reignited the desire to compete for the Heavenly Palace Sword in the hearts of the crowd who had lost their will to fight. They looked at each other and stepped onto the arena.

The once calm arena became lively again. Wei Changfeng was very unhappy to see this, as he had thought he could find a way to save it.

In the end, it still couldn't be saved!

"The master craftsman of Mingjian Manor is quite skilled. You're just going to give up on such a longsword like this?"

"It's just a longsword, useless to me. If it were a jade flute, I might be moved. But it's not something that can move me."

He raised his glass with a smile, drained it, and spoke slowly. Then, he placed the glass back on the table, watching the struggle unfold on the stage.

"What's so good about a longsword?"

"For you, it's nothing, since you don't need it and you're all alone. But for them, it's a great weapon, whether for their own use or to enhance their family's foundation, so naturally they'll try to seize it as much as possible."

In essence, the martial world is a struggle between various sects and families, all for the purpose of enhancing their family's foundation.

Seeing Helian Yun Shen's obvious disdain for the crowd fighting over a long sword on the stage, Lei Meng Sha spoke up. As she spoke, she thought of her own home, the home she hadn't been able to return to for many years.

At the same time, he also remembered the family precepts he had violated.

This broke the Lei family's rule of sealing away swords and blades.

"Alright, let's not think about that kind of thing anymore. Just do what you think is right. Such hesitation and sentimentality would only negate your original decision."

Seeing Lei Mengsha's sentimental state, Luo Xuan couldn't help but try to comfort her, though the comforting words sounded rather unpleasant.

On stage

Having observed from the shadows, Mo Qixuan, seeing that the battle was nearing its end, joined in. His reason for joining was simply his attraction to the sword; as a swordsman, how could he not be drawn to such a renowned longsword?

“Yun Shen, look at the people who appeared at the Gu family that day.”

"He was indeed a member of the Gu family at that time, but was his sudden appearance also for the Heavenly Palace Sword? Isn't he afraid of being targeted by other sects and families in the Central Plains?"

"Who knows!"

Lei Mengsha shrugged, indicating that he had no idea what was going on!

Unable to get the information he wanted, Helian Yun Shen focused intently on the battle unfolding on the stage.

Mo Qixuan's swordsmanship and strength were several times stronger than those on the stage. He defeated the others on the stage in just a few dozen rounds after joining the fray.

Those who were injured or defeated could only grit their teeth and reluctantly withdraw from the fight. After he withdrew, only Mo Qixuan remained on the stage.

The battle had just taken its toll, leaving Mo Qixuan slightly out of breath.

It was clearly not an easy task.

“Young Master Huanyin, I have won.”

Looking up at Helian Yun Shen, he slowly uttered these words.

Helian Yun Shen listened to Mo Qi Xuan's words and, without any discrimination, directly expressed his opinion.

"You've won, so the sword is yours."

"Wait!"

A loud, sinister voice rang out immediately after Helian Yun Shen finished speaking. Hearing this voice, Helian Yun Shen couldn't help but turn his head to look in that direction. The place he saw should be the location of Wushuang City.

Another stranger stood up.

"An elder-level figure in Wushuang City, with considerable strength."

"Oh."

He simply gave an "oh" and then ignored him, continuing to drink his wine with his head down. Mo Qixuan, who was about to draw his sword, was also startled by the words of the Wushuang City elder and looked up.

"What do you mean by this, senior?"

"Which sect are you from? I don't see that the martial arts you use are from my Northern Li Central Plains. Could you explain?"

"A wandering swordsman, without any sect or school, he figured out all his martial arts on his own."

"Nonsense! You are clearly using martial arts from outside the Central Plains of the Northern Li. You are not from the Central Plains of the Northern Li, yet you dare to covet the weapons of the Central Plains!"

Those who roam the foreign underworld should be killed by everyone!

The elders of Wushuang City were very dissatisfied with Mo Qixuan's reply, or perhaps they hadn't even considered the word "satisfied" in the first place. Such an inquiry was merely an excuse to justify their own fate.

Mo Qixuan had not expected this situation to occur. Seeing the elders of Wushuang City leading the people of Wushuang City to attack him directly, he was momentarily overwhelmed.

"You won't take care of it?"

Wen Hujiu, observing the situation on the stage, turned to Helian Yunshen with a smile. Helian Yunshen, whose gaze remained fixed on the stage, replied to Wen Hujiu's words.

"I've encountered this person before at the Gu family's residence; he once helped the Yan family. Although we never fought, we weren't exactly friends. Why should I intervene?"

"Besides, the sword has already been given to him; whether he can defend it or not is his business. Is that any of my concern?"

"makes sense."

No sooner had Wenhujiu finished speaking than he saw the man named Yaoyue, who was sitting next to his nephew, rush onto the stage.

They blocked the way between Wushuang City and Mo Qixuan.

"This young hero's strength is evident to all. Everyone here can see that he obtained this weapon through his own skill and strength."

Even Young Master Huanyin hasn't said anything, so are you trying to break the rules by doing this? Is your Wushuang City planning to bully others by abusing its power?

He questioned the elder of Wushuang City with firm words and a strong voice. The questioning made the elder lose face, and his expression shifted between light and dark.

"You dare to humiliate my Peerless City? Then we'll deal with you too!"

The elder of Wushuang City's words were even more shameless. Yaoyue hadn't expected Wushuang City to be so shameless, behaving so brazenly in front of everyone participating in the Sword Trial Tournament.

To catch him off guard, the battle had already begun, and Yaoyue was forced to fight against the people of Wushuang City.

The elders of Wushuang City then directly attacked Mo Qixuan.

Having already expended a great deal of energy in the previous battles, Mo Qixuan was clearly struggling to cope with the elders of Wushuang City.

At first, Mo Qixuan was able to block several attacks from the elders of Wushuang City with his longsword, but as the battle continued, Mo Qixuan's condition deteriorated.

He was hit without warning and fell off the stage in one blow, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He fell to the ground, clutching his chest.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Old man, aren't you going too far?"

The drunken Baili Donglu couldn't stand it any longer and slammed his fist on the table, pointing at the elder of Wushuang City and cursing him.