Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

Chapter 371 Young Man on White Horse Drunk in Spring Breeze 6

The grand opening of the Sword Forest was an unprecedented event, attracting numerous swordsmen from all corners of the world. These swordsmen gathered here not only to catch a glimpse of the legendary peerless sword, but also to showcase their skills and become famous in this grand event.

Of course, in addition to those swordsmen who came alone to challenge, many powerful sects and families also participated. They either wanted to show off their own sects, or wanted to take this opportunity to find a handy magic weapon to enhance their own strength.

This year's Sword Forest Conference was hosted by the renowned Mingjian Villa. As a renowned swordsmanship family, Mingjian Villa has long been revered for its exquisite sword-making skills and collection of countless precious swords.

As the crowds rushed into the Sword Forest, scrambling for first-, second-, and third-grade divine swords, the young master of Mingjian Villa stood calmly. He gently raised his right hand, muttering something. A moment later, a dazzling beam of light descended from the sky, landing squarely in his hand. When the light faded, the crowd could see it was a fourth-grade Immortal Palace Sword—Bu Ran Chen.

The sword's appearance immediately caused a sensation in the audience. All the swordsmen present looked at him with envy and desire in their eyes. At this moment, one figure in the crowd stood out: the already drunk Dong Jun.

He stood up shakily, pointed at the Undying Sword and said loudly: "What a good sword! I smell a lotus fragrance on it! This sword must be obtained by me..." Before he finished speaking, the man who was holding the warm pot of wine beside him rushed forward and covered his mouth with his hand.

Feng Xi and Sikong Changfeng couldn't help but smile at each other when they saw this scene. And not far away, Wang Yihang also raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Wenhujiu tightly covered Dongjun's mouth and whispered, "My dear little Dongjun, although I, your uncle, am somewhat adept at swordsmanship, it's a fool's dream to seize this sword with our limited abilities! Besides, even if I could poison you, using it here would only lead to a host of swordsmen attacking me!" Just as Wenhujiu was about to say a few more words, a commotion erupted. Everyone turned to see Song Yanhui, the Young Lord of Wushuang City, striding proudly into the center of the arena, shouting loudly that he was determined to take the sword.

At the same time, Ye Dingzhi, who had been hiding in the shadows and silently observing the situation, suddenly appeared on the field like a ghost. His face was stern, and his eyes were fixed firmly on Song Yanhui in front of him, as if he was full of confidence and anticipation for the upcoming fierce battle.

Feng Xi stood at the sidelines, quietly gazing at Ye Dingzhi who was engaged in a fierce battle with Song Yanhui. The two exchanged sharp sword moves, and for a moment it was difficult to determine the winner. However, Feng Xi's heart was filled with emotion. She couldn't help but whisper to the system in her mind: "Look at this Ye Dingzhi, he is a stark contrast to Baili Dongjun! Baili Dongjun has been pampered and cared for by his parents and family since he was a child, and he has also had a famous teacher to protect him all the way. His path to growth can be described as smooth sailing; but what about Ye Dingzhi? First, his family was destroyed, and then his master unfortunately passed away. In the end, he was even abducted by the Demon Cult, and the woman he loved was forced to marry someone else. Alas, it's really tragic!"

After hearing this, the system responded: "If that's the case, then when exactly do you plan to start the mission, host?"

Feng Xi paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Let's wait until the Sword Forest Tournament concludes! After all, the current situation is still unclear, so it's best to wait and see." Just as Feng Xi was about to continue her rant, Baili Dongjun flashed onto the field like a gust of wind. This time, Dongjun was confident, having previously consumed Feng Xi's Izumo Heavy Lotus and the Yangzhou Slow Heart Method she had taught him, which had greatly increased his strength.

Dongjun and Ye Dingzhi instantly engaged in combat, a moment of swift sword energy and whistling palm winds. However, it wasn't long before the outcome was decided. Baili Dongjun, holding the Untainted Dust, stood proudly in the center of the arena, while Ye Dingzhi stood aside with a solemn expression.

Wen Hujiu, who had been watching from the sidelines, was completely stunned when he saw this scene. He stared at his nephew Baili Dongjun with wide eyes in disbelief, thinking to himself: "When did this kid learn such powerful martial arts? He can even use Xichu Jiange, the world's number one sword!" Thinking of this, Wen Hujiu suddenly felt that something was wrong. This was really a big trouble. So, without saying a word, he rushed forward, grabbed Baili Dongjun and ran out of the field. While running, he did not forget to turn around and shouted: "Little niece, let's go first!"

Elsewhere, Sikong Changfeng had originally planned to take Feng Xi with him, but was suddenly blocked by a group of people. At the critical moment, Ye Dingzhi and Wang Yixing stepped forward and shouted in unison, "Hurry up and leave this place to us!"

Hearing this, Feng Xi nodded gratefully, then turned to look at Ye Dingzhi, and said with her red lips: "Ye Dingzhi, haven't you always wanted to avenge your family? I will be waiting for you at your old house in a month, and I will give you the relevant evidence then..." After that, she said no more, and together with Sikong Changfeng, she quickly performed light skills and left this place of trouble.

After getting away from the crowd, Feng Xi and Sikong Changfeng galloped all the way and finally caught up with Baili Dongjun and Wen Hujiu who had gone ahead outside the city.

Seeing this, Wenhujiu said, "Not bad, niece!"

Feng Xi boarded the carriage lightly, and Sikong Changfeng followed closely behind. After sitting down steadily, Feng Xi couldn't wait to say, "Uncle Wen, you acted too suddenly. You didn't even tell us in advance!" She complained coquettishly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

Wen Hujiu, looking embarrassed, scratched his head and explained, "Oh, it's Dongjun who's causing us so much trouble! If we'd left a little later, we wouldn't have been able to leave!" As he spoke, he drove off in the carriage towards Qiandong City. Feng Xi sat in the carriage, watching Baili Dongjun, who lay there, clutching his sword without any dignity, soundly sleeping, as if the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Seeing this scene, Sikong Changfeng couldn't help but frown and asked in confusion, "How did Baili Dongjun master such profound swordsmanship? When I first met him, he didn't know any martial arts at all! Even if he later consumed the Chuyun Heavy Lotus you gave him, it shouldn't be possible for him to possess such powerful and profound internal energy!"

Faced with Sikong Changfeng's question, Wen Hujiu spread his hands helplessly and replied with a wry smile: "Even I, your uncle, don't know the reason, how can you know?" After that, he shook his head gently, indicating that he was also confused.

Hearing their conversation, Feng Xi smiled slightly and said softly, "As the saying goes, 'Misfortune often lies behind blessings, and blessings often lie behind misfortunes.' Perhaps there is some unknown coincidence hidden in this."