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

“Thanks a lot, buddy!” Feng Zi patted his own forehead, and stood up with a fit of pretended coughing, as he tried to grab the others’ attention.

As he straightened his spine, giving an emphasis to his muscular chest, he confidently declared, “Today is Miss Qingcheng’s coming-of-age ceremony, I’ll show some of my swordsmanship, in order to celebrate for Qingcheng!”

However, there was not even a single sword in Feng Zi’s hands, which puzzled the others. Suddenly, Feng Zi made a strange gesture – he stretched out his index finger and middle finger with great exertion. With a shrieking sound, the sword that laid in the sheath on his back, flew out in the air, leaving a glittering silver light behind.

As he had successfully intrigued the others’ curiosity, he then moved his fingers a little bit. Following that, amazingly, the sword automatically moved in circles, and abruptly, it turned around and dove towards the ground of the camp. Hardly had the sword reached the ground, or Feng Zi moved his finger once again, the sword leapt here and there, until it stabbed into a suckling lamb. Unbelievably, the sword carried the suckling lamb in the air and brought it to Qingcheng’s table, where the sword cut it into small pieces on the jade plate!

In the end, Feng Zi put his sword back into its sheath, and smiled with satisfaction. “My apologies for showing myself up. Miss Qingcheng, please enjoy the plate of suckling lamb.”

“Young lord Feng Zi, I really appreciate it.” Qingcheng nodded to him with a sweet smile.

However, the other young lords all gave Feng Zi the middle finger, as they were outraged by his skillful performance.

“Son of a bitch!”

“Why does he show off his peerless swordsmanship at such an early stage of the festival. Everything we do will be overshadowed!”

“Elder Feng, congratulations! I bet this young man has entered the sixth level of swordsmanship.” Ye Qingniu stroked his beard, as he flattered Elder Feng.

“I remember, Feng Zi is already in the third level of the Realm of the General, right? Now he has even mastered the skill of swordsmanship, which allows one to control his sword within a small range. Hmm, in general, his power should be the same as that of those at the first level of the Realm of the Marshal. In my opinion, he is the best among all your other descendants. The future ahead of him is boundless.” Yue Ji also praised Feng Zi.

“No, no, there is still a long way to go for him, before he can catch up with the young lords from the other families.” Elder Feng replied as humble as he could, although he was already chuckling unstoppably.

“Look! Our Hua Cao is taking action. Let’s look forward to his performance.” Elder Hua suddenly broke in, redirecting their attention to Hua Cao.

Although Hua Cao was still mad at Feng Zi, he nervously stood up, and turned to Qingcheng with slightly bended knees, “Let me join in the fun. I’ll present Miss Qingcheng a mysterious gift.”

As he finished his announcement, he moved smoothly towards the center of the camp, step by step, his figure became ambiguous, blurred… until, it eventually disappeared!

“Invisible Technique?”

The crowd was all dumbfounded. Although they’d already learned from rumors, that the Invisible Technique was one of a kind, they had never expected Hua Cao to be able to disappear in such a short amount of time! If Hua Cao lurked among them, anyone would be at risk of being killed out of the blue. The only calm faces in the crowd were Shuiliu and Qianjun. As for Shuiliu, he had witnessed this technique many years ago, so it was no stranger to him; while for Qianjun, he just sniffed at Hua Cao’s small tricks.

The elders sitting in the front rows, also remained composed. As cultivators in the Realm of the Saint, they could roughly see through Hua Cao, despite his Invisible Technique.

Now everyone was looking around, trying to find any trace of Hua Cao. To their astonishment, Hua Cao suddenly appeared at the doorway of the yard, walking elegantly towards Qingcheng, with a bouquet of violet roses in his hands. However, the atmosphere was rather weird, or even scary, for if one looked closely, there were several ghost-like shadows following behind Hua Cao. Looking from afar, there were actually a line of Hua Cao’s figures holding the flowers, all smiling towards Qingcheng! As he moved closer, the lingering figures gradually faded away.

Eventually, Hua Cao stood in front of Qingcheng, bowed to her, “Miss Qingcheng, I wish your beauty will never wilt, very much like this bouquet of roses!”

“Thanks so much, young lord Hua Cao!” Qingcheng took the roses, as she was brightly grinning.

“He demonstrated his best skill – Replication of Figures, in order to get a hot girl. Fuck that ladyboy!”

The majority of the young lords, especially those from the less influential families, were disheartened. They didn’t intend to continue their performance, in case they would be making fun of themselves. In simpler terms, they gave up on the chance to win Qingcheng’s heart, who they believed would finally fall into the hands of the five prominent young lords or Tu Qianjun. But they did have an alternative, the twelve dancing girls… They were determined to save their energy to compete for these girls instead.