Chapter 1507: Wealth and Honor Should Be Enjoyed by Scholars, The Sword Immortal's Battle Spreads Throughout the World

In Yujing Cheng's Lian Ling Shi, a ray of dawn pierced through the pervasive despair.

However, seeing that the dawn was merely a young girl, their eyes dimmed once more.

"What is this? Why isn't a Ban Sheng stepping up to fight, and instead they've sent a little girl?"

"Has the Xuanji Hall Master been killed or broken down? Deploying something like this?"

Of course, some quickly recognized Beibei's identity:

"Brother, that's one of the Qi Jianxian, the White-Clad Executor of the Dao, her name is Beibei!"

"Beibei? A Jianxian? Then tell me, is Xu Xiaoshou a Jianxian?"

"Uh, yes..."

"Xu Xiaoshou is also a Lian Ling Shi, mastering the mysteries of life. What about Beibei? A Jianxian?"

"Uh..."

"Xu Xiaoshou is even a Tianji Sorcerer, able to control the Xuanji Great Array and instantly kill the Xuanji Hall Master. What about Beibei? A Jianxian?"

"Xu Xiaoshou is still..."

"Enough! Why are you building up others and tearing down your own morale?"

"Brother, you can't deceive yourself like this or be blindly arrogant. He's Xu Xiaoshou, the lord of suffering!"

"...That's true."

In the end, dawn never came to Yujing Cheng.

Everyone seemed to know the outcome in advance. The great Bei Jianxian was treated like a mere soldier, brought forward as cannon fodder on the battlefield!

This desperate situation was all too clear when viewed from high in the sky.

Even though Beibei had a good temperament, she couldn't help but feel indignant at the mournful atmosphere in Yujing Cheng.

Defeat isn't frightening.

The Dao Hall Master had admitted that in the Void Island battle, he had lost!

But afterward, he strove to improve, laying out plans in the Four Symbols Secret Realm, cleverly borrowing the power of the Sheng Emperor, step by step driving his enemy into a trap. In the end, he nearly caught the unbeatable Xu Xiaoshou on Qingyuan Mountain.

If not for Xuanji...

Ah, forget it.

No point dwelling on it.

What was frightening was losing all fighting spirit!

The current state of Yujing Cheng was exactly that—everyone unable to see a future, their hearts broken by a single sword from Xu Xiaoshou.

United as one, they should stand strong!

But how had it come to this utter decline?

Beibei held the Di Jian diagonally, her robes fluttering as she stared at Xu Xiaoshou, gradually building her momentum. Finally, her red lips parted:

"I am—"

"You are the White-Clad Executor of the Dao, one of the Qi Jianxian. How could you not be qualified to challenge me?" Xu Xiaoshou interrupted with a wave of his sleeve, finishing her words for her.

Ah! How infuriating...

Beibei's momentum faltered. Being cut off was bad enough, but as her lips moved again, Xu Xiaoshou quickly added:

"Listen! In front of me, you're even talking about 'qualification'."

"Whether we fight or not doesn't matter—from the start, you've placed yourself beneath me. How can you possibly win?"

Beibei nearly had a brain hemorrhage and snapped, "You're putting words in my mouth! This 'qualification' stuff is all your own invention—I never said that!"

"Fine, let's set aside 'qualification' and talk about something else..." Xu Xiaoshou gazed at the Di Jian's supreme presence, reached into the void, and grasped four swords. He declared:

"You have the Di Jian, and I have the Xiong Jian—they're both among the five great divine artifacts of chaos."

"You're one of the Qi Jianxian, and so am I. Fine, I'll grant that your ranking comes before mine."

"But beyond that, you have nothing—empty sleeves and barren skills; for me, the Xiong Jian and being a Jianxian are just extra titles..."

Pausing, Xu Xiaoshou's pupils turned vertical, his voice thundering like lightning:

"My existential rank is above yours!"

"What do you have to beat me with? Your burning passion and self-righteous sentiment?"

Beibei snorted through her nostrils, her chest heaving rapidly. As she opened her mouth...

Xu Xiaoshou cut in coldly: "Even if I let you use one hand, you still couldn't win."

"Xu Xiaoshou!" Beibei closed her eyes and shouted, her small face scrunching up.

"Present."

"Can't you let me get a word in?!"

"Go ahead, speak."

Silence fell all around.

Everyone's eyes locked onto the furious Beibei, including those from Yujing Cheng—it was a moment of universal attention.

But Beibei's mind went blank.

What was I going to say?

What did I want to say earlier?

The words she had prepared to make a grand entrance, to flaunt her sword aura, and turn the tide of Yujing Cheng's despair—all forgotten after this interruption!

After one breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Beibei finally remembered something, but Xu Xiaoshou grew impatient and frowned: "I gave you a chance to speak, and now you're silent? Is it because you naturally don't like talking?"

"If that's the case, why boast about needing time to speak?"

"I thought you'd have some profound insight, something stunning, or maybe like that Eighth Jianxian, recite a poem before the battle..."

"Ah, shut up!" Beibei nearly spat blood, swinging her sword and shouting to interrupt the spell.

She couldn't delay any longer and decided to get straight to the point, pulling out a bronze challenge letter from her robe.

"I came here to—"

"That's right!" High in the sky, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly slapped his thigh, completely ignoring her intent, and turned to Mister Si Ren: "Beibei, you're from the younger generation."

"Mister Si Ren is right here, and you haven't even shown the proper junior's courtesy. You're just charging in to make a fool of yourself—how dare you ignore your senior?"

"Oh, so you became the new Qi Jianxian and now look down on all the old ones? Good one, Beibei!"

Beibei clutched the challenge letter, her pupils losing focus as she "ahhed" for a while, unable to speak, as if her language functions had short-circuited.

Her mood right now was like a cow grazing and reaching the toughest root—ready to bite and swallow—only to find it covered in a pile of dog shit!

Wanting to bite but unable to, wanting to turn and leave but feeling she'd already endured the taste for so long, it was hard to just give up.

Yet that stinking dog shit was right in front of her mouth, leaving her stuck and frustrated to the point of madness!

"Ah—"

Beibei really wanted to scream it out and vent her pent-up emotions.

No!

She was the White-Clad Executor of the Dao; she had to maintain her dignity.

If Xu Xiaoshou could rile her up to an emotional breakdown with just a few words, it would shame even her predecessor, the Wuyue Jianxian!

Beibei's wooden gaze turned to Mei Si Ren, like a puppet on strings, as she stiffly cupped her fists and performed an ancient sword ritual:

"Beibei, greets Mister Si Ren..."

Mei Si Ren's face showed a hint of heartache.

Just from Xu Xiaoshou's side of the interruptions, he could imagine how miserable this young girl must feel.

Setting aside their positions, Mei Si Ren valued every junior in the ancient sword cultivation lineage.

Moreover, as someone empathetic, he could truly feel Beibei's awkward predicament.

"You, hold back a bit!" Mei Si Ren glared at Xu Xiaoshou with mild reproach, then looked back at the girl and said helplessly, "Our positions differ, no need for formalities. You two carry on."

Only then could Beibei turn back, facing Xu Xiaoshou again. "Satisfied now?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the dazed girl and suddenly perked up, raising his voice: "Oh? So you performed the sword ritual just to brush me off?"

"What does this have to do with me? Wasn't it your own idea to greet Mister Si Ren?"

"I!" Beibei's heart knotted with frustration. In that moment, her eyes seemed murderous as she gritted her teeth: "Of course!"

"What?" Xu Xiaoshou clutched his face in exaggerated surprise: "You really meant it from the heart to greet Mister Si Ren? But he's on the opposing side!"

"Beibei, you're the White-Clad Executor of the Dao of the Shengshen Hall. In broad daylight, you're not even pretending—you're colluding with the teacher of my dark forces' leader. You're guilty as charged!"

Xu Xiaoshou glanced around, mainly eyeing the various saints of the Shengshen Hall, then pointed rudely at the girl: "If I were Dao Xuanji, she'd at least lose two arms—two arms!"

Silence enveloped everything.

Killing was one thing, but Xu Xiaoshou always went for the heart.

That last line of his hinted at who knew how many people in the Shengshen Hall!

Zhong Lao and Fang Wenxin both had faces as dark as iron.

Below in Yujing Cheng, the crowd watched Beibei trembling and on the verge of collapse, feeling a chill in their hearts as they whispered:

"Lord Xu's mouth is something else..."

"Anyway, if I were Beibei, I'd drop dead right now without fighting."

"Isn't that right, brothers? I don't get it—why isn't Bei Jianxian saying anything? What's Lord Xu going on about?"

"Ah, you don't understand? With your IQ, you'd be last to the feast even if it were shit!"

Li Fugui blended into the crowd, nearly applauding Xu Xiaoshou's brilliance. He turned and, counting on his fingers, explained to those around him:

"Listen up! What Lord Xu means by 'lose two arms' is..."

"The Trial Division's excessive punishments, the Dao Hall Master's inaction, the Ten-Person Council's uselessness, the Xuanji Hall Master's tyranny and delusions, plus the Wuyue Jianxian who had merits and hardships but ended up backstabbed!"

"Dig deeper..."

"The Wuyue Jianxian once took down the second-in-command of the Shengnu, Wuxiu, but still lost an arm; Rao Yaoyao fell for the Shengshen Hall and was posthumously condemned at the Xuanji Hall Master's inauguration; we won't even mention the Six Department Heads—just look at the Dao Hall Master..."

"After over thirty years of diligent service, didn't he lose two arms too? His sacred mountain foundation seized, his hall master position stolen—they were all betrayed!"

"What does Lord Xu mean?"

"Lord Xu means a warning from history—he who doesn't learn will suffer. Don't you see the three saints of the Shengshen Hall holding back, not daring to fight to the death? And you're alone, Bei Jianxian, thinking you're capable? Strong in cultivation? Deep in realm? The smartest, daring to draw your sword against our Lord Xu?"

"Bullshit!"

"Even if Bei Jianxian miraculously defeats Lord Xu, what's waiting for her? Rewards? Promotion?"

"No! It's losing two arms!"

Li Fugui spoke with a flushed face, spittle flying, as he flung his sleeve dramatically: "And that's lenient! If she takes down a Wangzuo Daojing like Lord Xu when even Ye Bansheng and Mister Si Ren couldn't, she might lose her head!"

This profound insight left everyone around stunned, their scalps tingling.

"Brother, what's your surname? You're... incredible! Your understanding is top-notch! I bow down."

"Wow, if I had your brain and insight, how could I worry about not achieving Zongshi, not breaking through 'Yin Yang Realm'?"

The crowd gathered around, nearly elevating him to a divine status. Li Fugui stroked his fake beard with a smile:

"I'm just Zhu, nothing more."

He added meaningfully: "The Dao can be broken, but human connections are hard; the body can die, but one's name cannot. It all depends on how Bei Jianxian chooses."

"Lord Xu said it well—the elders here have learned from it, but Bei Jianxian is still too young, hasn't figured it out."

"What did he say?" The crowd was hooked.

Li Fugui chuckled lightly, gazing into the void with a sage-like air, sighing: "It's rare to be confused."

Rare to be confused?

Everyone frowned and pondered, gaining some enlightenment. "Brother, your wisdom is profound! That line... brilliant!"

"It's not me who's brilliant; it's Lord Xu."

Li Fugui laughed: "In the East Domain, sword cultivators study the 'One Sword, One Song' of the Eight Zuns. I'm not—I'm a year-and-a-half expert on Lord Xu, specializing in his words. You can't keep up, and that's normal."

Just then, a saintly voice boomed from the nine heavens, from Fang Wenxin, filled with killing intent:

"Who's spouting nonsense down there?!"

With a slap, a shoe flew into the crowd. Li Fugui had already vanished.

Jokes aside.

As the whispers in Yujing Cheng faded, Beibei was affected.

That so-called "expert on Lord Xu" might have exaggerated, but his insights were sharp and hit the mark!

Beibei held the challenge letter, hesitating...

Victory aside.

If she lost, Xu Xiaoshou's words might sound like games, but could she really keep her hands?

From the side, Lei Xier watched the scene silently.

Back in the Mu Zixi days, she had seen Xu Xiaoshou use his verbal assaults to kill invisibly countless times, so her emotions barely stirred.

But even this White-Clad Executor of the Dao was silenced, leaving her in a daze.

Beibei was indeed not yet famous, only mentioned when the new Qi Jianxian list came out, with some of her exploits shared...

But without a doubt, she was strong.

The initial Qi Jianxian list wasn't arbitrary; the Shengshen Hall, foolish or not, wouldn't promote just anyone.

Just look at the previous White-Clad Executor—Beibei matched at least the early Gou Wuyue's combat power.

Yet against Xu Xiaoshou, she seemed utterly like a child!

In contrast, Xu Xiaoshou...

After speaking, ghostly energy billowed from beneath his feet.

He sat boldly on the ghost energy throne, full of arrogance, his eyes scanning everyone, especially Lei Shuanghang, as he chuckled:

"Among my peers, I am invincible!"

"I'll give you another chance, and a warning."

"Back off now, and you can keep your position as White-Clad Executor of the Dao, and save face as one of the Qi Jianxian. Think it over!"

At these words, Lei Shuanghang gripped his sword tighter, itching for a fight.

But he knew the occasion wasn't right.

Later, he could challenge Xu Xiaoshou; for now, the Shengnu were family.

Beibei, however, grew calm at his words.

She glanced back; Guyu and Liu Fuyu were behind her, watching from afar.

No one spoke, no one mocked.

But probably, no one thought she could win?

Under the boiling scrutiny of Yujing Cheng, Beibei smiled, tossed the challenge letter forward, performed the ancient sword ritual with her sword, and declared loudly:

"Qi Jianxian Beibei formally challenges Xu Xiaoshou."

"This battle will be proclaimed to the world, known across the five domains, with the Feng family of the South Domain as overseers, and an open invitation to all ancient sword cultivators of the continent to observe in the Central Domain."

"The location is Yujing Cheng, the time set for three days from now."

Pausing, Beibei's eyes deliberately flashed with provocation as she glanced at the black-clad youth opposite:

"Xu Xiaoshou, do you dare to accept?"