Chapter 63 – Swordsmanship, Invisible Technique, and Figure Replication Technique (1/2)

Chapter 63 – Swordsmanship, Invisible Technique, and Figure Replication Technique

Qingcheng stood there silently, with the corner of her mouth slightly raised. She put her slim fingers on the strings of the instrument, and a series of clang sounds broke the silence. While her left hand she pulled her sword out from its sheath, before she waved it gracefully in the air. The song she played was a military one, one with a lively rhythm. The melody echoed throughout the camp.

In accordance to the rhythm, sometimes, Qingcheng would wave the sword effortlessly, and other times she would wave it with great exertion. The young lords sitting below were no layman. They all knew, that the skill displayed in Qingcheng’s sword dancing was absolutely not something an average swordsman could accomplish. Definitely, unlike a superficial beauty, who was good at nothing but showing off her appearance, Qingcheng was an intelligent beauty.

The sword was a stiff weapon, representing Yang; while Qingcheng was a girl as soft as water, representing Yin. Now, the perfect combination of Yang and Yin, accompanied by this perfect melody, created such an image in the young lords’ mind: they found themselves in a corpse-laden battlefield, in which a beautiful girl was waving her sword gracefully, while tears streamed out of her eyes, for she had just lost her beloved one…

After a long while, the sword dance was over, as well as the song.

However, the young lords were still immersed in that imagery picture, as if they were in a wild dream. Only after Qingcheng bowed to them, and seated herself, did they wake up from the intoxicated state. Immediately, Qingcheng received an explosive ovation.

“Miss Qingcheng, I came here from the faraway Immortal City, but I’ll never regret this journey, because of you…” Tu Qianjun spoke with flicking eyes, as he raised a mug of wine to propose a toast. Without waiting for Qingcheng’s response, he took a large gulp from the wine. His unrestrained and straightforward manner revealed itself in all of his gestures and expressions.

While Qingcheng replied to him with a faint smile, no word came from her mouth.

“Miss Qingcheng, I’m impressed with your sword dancing skill. I bet, that we wouldn’t be able to find a second girl in this continent, to perform as well as you did.” Being afraid to be outdone by Qianjun, Feng Zi hurriedly stood up, and quickly gulped down an entire kettle of wine, not taking a single breath in between.

Looking at Feng Zi, who remained sober after finishing that kettle of wine, Hua Cao and Shuili held their small cup in the middle, totally stunned.

“Feng Zi is crazy. Well, his capacity for wine is apparently better than ours. We have to finish two kettles in order to beat him...”

“Oh, no, forget about it.”

Eventually, they just toasted with a cup of tea instead, and expressed their admiration for Qingcheng.

Later, the other young lords all gave an extravagantly colorful description of Qingcheng, as if she was something peerless in this mortal world. Although, each of them used different expressions, the major theme was the same – “I appreciate you. Please marry me, I’ll treat you as a treasure. Consider me, please!”

Out of politeness, Qingcheng smiled at each of them respectively. Finally, her eyes fixed on Qinghan, who was right now, eating the suckling pig he had personally roasted on the campfire. After a minute of silence, she raised her chin, and said coldly, “Young lord Qinghan, why don’t you express your views on me? Is it because, in your opinion, my performance isn’t worth talking about?”

Admittedly, Qingcheng’s breath-taking beauty, as well as her stunning performance, had stirred Qinghan’s heart a little bit. However, he had already promised to step out of this competition, so he had to refrain his desires, in case Feng Zi, and the other young lords would take him as a liar. If they would see Qinghan go back on his words, they would definitely bring him trouble in the Elite Prefecture War, rather than helping him accumulate credits. Right now, Qinghan’s top priority was to save his sister, for other things, such as Qingcheng, he chose to ignore them. In order to find some distraction for his mind from Qingcheng, he had even turned away to roast a suckling pig.

“Errr, not bad!”

Under the cold gaze of Qingcheng, and the other young lords’ malicious looks, Qinghan slightly raised his head, and replied simply, before he concentrated himself again on the suckling pig, as if it was much tastier than Qingcheng.

“What? Not bad? Is he kidding?”

The crowd of young lords whispered to each other in confusion. While at the same time, Qingcheng was embarrassed, as well as irritated by Qinghan’s perfunctory manner. After all, she had never spoken to any of these young lords, except for Qinghan! If it had happened to any other young lord, they would’ve felt extremely flattered.

Given the beauty of Qingcheng, her skilled sword dancing, and her identity as a holy virgin of the Yue family, Qinghan was supposed to make a few casual remarks to show his respect for her. To everyone’s surprise, however, he had acted so boldly, like an untamed wild horse.

However, Qinghan’s disciples, Dongfang Dao, and other four young men, all stretched their hand with a thumb-up gesture! While Feng Zi and Hua Cao both raised their cup of wine towards Qinghan, smiling like a flower, for they knew why he behaved so indifferently towards Qingcheng. They even praised Qinghan for being a trustworthy younger brother.

Qianjun discussed something with Wuhen in a low voice, while he simultaneously glanced at Qinghan. He seemed to be rather interested in Qinghan’s personality.

Disregarding the stares from the other young lords, or Ye Qingniu’s warning glance, Qinghan turned to the nearby Feng Zi, and jokingly said, “Hey, buddy, hurry up, take the initiative. You should forestall your opponents by showing your strength.”