Chapter 39: The Competition Conference

  It's approaching the autumnal equinox, and the mornings and evenings have already cooled down, but the hearts of the young men in Xihewan City are burning with excitement. That's because the martial arts tournament is about to kick off in two days' time. Participating in the tournament has a great allure for the young men, and just the thought of the mid-level mystic techniques alone is enough to make them itch with anticipation.

  At this moment, Ye Xuan was standing in the forest behind the mountain, holding a ordinary seven-absoluteness sword of the Ye family. As he looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes suddenly became sharp and fierce. Suddenly, a loud shout, drew out the sword, his figure jumped, the blade cut through the air, making a piercing sound.

  Only his figure and sword shadow moved faster and faster, the phantoms in the air grew more and more, gradually forming a triangle. Suddenly, Ye Xuan's figure stopped, his hand holding the sword spinning rapidly. He suddenly swung forward, three phantom sword energies bursting out of the Seven Extremes Sword. As the phantoms burst forth, they stirred up a fierce gust of wind, carrying the sword energy phantoms towards several trees in front.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Three sword auras flew quickly and struck the three trees in front, instantly the tree trunks "cracked" with a loud noise, all three trees broke off.

  "This power is indeed very strong, three sword auras, according to the sword manual on the candlelight lamp, should be the more exquisite the swordsmanship, the more and more illusory swords, and the stronger the power. Moreover, this swordsmanship inherits the spirit of driving with the sword, to improve one's own speed, it can be called a unique one. This power is really hard to estimate what level of mysterious skill this is, and the creator of this set of swordsmanship must be a legendary existence." The voice of Chaos Old emerged.

  Ye Xuan looked at the sword in his hand and smiled: "From now on, I'll name this set of sword techniques 'Nameless Sword Formula'."

  He thought to himself that he was now close to the second stage of the Xuanjing Round, and with just one opportunity, he could break through to the third stage of the Xuanjing Realm. Alas, unfortunately, the tournament was about to begin, and it seemed unlikely that he would be able to reach the third stage before then. However, relying on his mysterious swordsmanship and spiritual power, he had confidence in fighting against those at the third stage of the Xuanjing Realm.

  At the same time, in a secluded corner of the Situ family's backyard, a young man wearing a black sleeve robe sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, and his muscles were undergoing intense trembling. Suddenly, the strong tremors made him sweat profusely, he opened his eyes, and couldn't help but frown slightly, saying: "I've been stuck in these three major circles for half a month now, can't I break through to the fourth circle before the tournament?"

  ……

  The Western River City Martial Arts Tournament, apart from the three major powers of the Western River City Dongfang Family, Situ Family and Ye Family, there were also many other forces participating. However, these forces all understood that they couldn't compare to the three major powers, so their competitive spirit wasn't particularly strong. What they wanted was simply to allow their family's younger generation to gain some benefits and experience through participating in this tournament.

  It was the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, which was also the day of the martial arts competition. As soon as it dawned, cultivators from various families and some spectators began to gather at the arena in the southern part of Xihé City. In the center of the arena stood a giant stone stele, with a human-shaped stone statue on top. The statue had disheveled hair and wore a long robe, with a conical hat on its head that obscured its face. It held an iron ruler in its hand, exuding an aura of dominance despite being just a statue. On the stele were engraved two large characters: Xihé.

  Under the stone monument, there was a circular stone platform. On the platform stood a middle-aged man wearing a white robe and holding a folding fan, who was Dongfang Juelun. Behind him stood the beautiful Dongfang Yan and several young disciples of the Dongfang family.

  Under the stone tablet, there were dense crowds of people from various families. Ye Xuan was among the crowd, and beside him were the elders of the Ye family, led by the head of the Ye family, Ye Wen, followed by Ye Zhentang, Ye Zhenwu, Ye Zhenhu and other members of the Ye family. Liu Yizhu was also standing among the younger generation of the Ye family at this moment.

  Ye Xuan looked at Dongfang Yan on the stage, and at this time Dongfang Yan also saw him. Ye Xuan winked at her. Dongfang Yan pouted, raised an eyebrow at Ye Xuan. Then she pointed to a handsome young man in another direction below the stage.

  The young man stood in a crowd not far from them, most of whom were wearing black monk robes with a badge embroidered on the chest, which read "Situ". These people were members of the Situ family, led by Situ Teng, followed by Situ Xiaoming, Situ Hao, Situ Ran, and some young brothers.

  Ye Xuan looked at Si Tu Ran beside him and asked Ye Xiangting next to him, "Is he Si Tu Hao?"

  Ye Xiangting glanced over at the Situ family's side, nodded and said: "Not bad, the one standing next to Situ Ran is his older brother Situ Hao. He might be the champion of this competition. I don't know what level he's at now. If you run into him, you must be careful."

  Ye Xuan looked at Sutu Hao, and at this time Sutu Hao also turned to look in this direction, just in time to meet Ye Xuan's gaze. Sutu Hao gave him a slight smile, but in Ye Xuan's eyes, this smile was full of disdain for him. Ye Xuan also raised an eyebrow at him, telling him that he wasn't afraid of him.

  At this time, on the stone platform under the stele, Dongfang Juelun, dressed in white, spoke up. His thick voice loudly said: "Fellow cultivators of Xihuo City, today is the day for our young generation to compete, and before the competition begins, I would like to tell you about the origin of Xihuo City. Does anyone know who the person carved on this stele is?"

  At this time, the monks below started discussing after hearing Dongfang Jueleng's words. A monk asked: "Could it be our former City Master?"

  Dongfang Juelian smiled and said, "This stone statue is the founder of our Xihé City. Many years ago, he was known as Xihézi. His cultivation talent was extremely high, and at that time, he was already a proud son of the Tai Xuan ancient country when he was young. Now he has become a strong man on the mainland. Because Xihézi was born here, he built a city mansion here and named it Xihé City."

  "Xī Hé Zǐ? Hùn Dùn Lǎo, have you ever heard of this person?" Ye Xuan asked in his heart.

  Hun Dun Lao was now lying in the depths of his soul, narrowing his eyes and lazily saying: "I haven't heard of this name before, but I seem to recall knowing a little cowherd from a small river village."

  Ye Xuan burst out laughing. This old fellow actually still remembers that little cowherd boy, Xiao Hezi? Isn't he the pride of heaven from a young age, yet was herding cows since childhood?

  Dongfang Juelan on the stage continued: "I hope you will take Xihezi as an example, constantly work hard to cultivate and become a strong man in this continent as soon as possible. Now I'll tell you about the rules of this year's competition."