Chapter 62

"Master Bai Xiaosheng of the Famous Sword Manor and his six disciples have come to pay respects!"

A clear voice echoed up from the foot of the mountain, spreading throughout the Wuliang Mountain, lingering for a long time, startling all the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect. Inside the main hall, Zuo Zimu sat solemnly and asked the people on both sides, "Who is this Master Bai Xiaosheng of the Famous Sword Manor?"

An elder replied, "The Famous Sword Manor is built by the Lancang River behind the Wuliang Mountain. As for this Bai Xiaosheng, I have never heard of his name."

"Judging from this man's voice, his internal strength is not weak. He comes with ill intentions, so we must be cautious," another elder said.

Zuo Zimu nodded and said, "Let's go. Since they have come to our territory, we should go to greet them!"

The three of them stood up, gathered the disciples outside, and walked down together. Soon, they arrived outside the Wuliang Sword Sect and saw Bai Xiaosheng and his six disciples. As the head of the sect, Zuo Zimu had a dignified demeanor. He slowly walked up to Bai Xiaosheng and his group, clasped his hands, and said, "Are you Master Bai Xiaosheng of the Famous Sword Manor?"

Bai Xiaosheng nodded and returned a slight bow, saying, "Yes, that's me!"

Zuo Zimu was secretly surprised. This Bai Xiaosheng didn't look very old, but his internal strength was quite profound. If he had such a disciple in the Wuliang Sword Sect, it would be great!

With these thoughts in mind, a hint of envy flashed in Zuo Zimu's eyes as he said, "I wonder why you have come to Wuliang Mountain?"

Bai Xiaosheng smiled slightly and said, "I built the Famous Sword Manor with confidence in my sword skills. Otherwise, I wouldn't have named it 'Famous Sword.' The Wuliang Sword Sect is also known for its sword skills. I have come here to exchange techniques and spar." His words were clear—he was here to challenge them. To Zuo Zimu and the others, it sounded like a provocation.

A young disciple couldn't stand Bai Xiaosheng's arrogance and immediately shouted, "Do you think you are someone to challenge our master? You are too overconfident!"

Bai Xiaosheng frowned and looked directly at Zuo Zimu, saying, "What? Does Master Zuo not have the courage to accept the challenge?"

Hearing this, Zuo Zimu's face changed, and he coldly snorted, "Your words are too harsh." Behind him, his two fellow disciples also looked indignant. Rong Ziju loudly said, "Boy, if you want to challenge my senior brother, you must get past me first!" With that, he drew his long sword and lunged at Bai Xiaosheng.

Bai Xiaosheng smiled and did not draw his sword. He just moved his body and swung his long sleeves. With the support of his internal strength, the force of his sleeve was equivalent to several hundred pounds. It struck the sword, sending Rong Ziju's long sword flying to the side, and he stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

Seeing how one wave of his sleeve made Rong Ziju stumble, Zuo Zimu's expression became even more serious. He stopped Rong Ziju from attacking again and clasped his hands at Bai Xiaosheng, saying, "Your martial arts are formidable, not inferior to the likes of Dong Xiaofeng and Nan Murong. We know we cannot match you. Please do not go too far."

Bai Xiaosheng neither confirmed nor denied his words, saying, "I am clear about my own martial arts, but I also understand that without sufficient training, it is hard for me to improve. Since I have come here today, I cannot leave empty-handed. Master Zuo, please!"

Bai Xiaosheng waved his hand, clearly forcing him to act. At this point, even if Zuo Zimu was unwilling, he could not lose the face of the head of the sect. He had to draw his long sword and slowly walk up to Bai Xiaosheng.

"Please!" Without waiting for Zuo Zimu to make a move, Bai Xiaosheng stepped forward and struck a Heart-Piercing Palm. Zuo Zimu did not dare to be careless and used his full strength with his long sword, employing the Wuliang Sword Technique. His sword trembled, the tip pointing directly at Bai Xiaosheng's throat. If Bai Xiaosheng charged straight, he would be pierced through the throat first. However, such a simple move could not stop Bai Xiaosheng. His posture remained unchanged, but his feet moved, and he passed through Zuo Zimu's sword, his palm instantly striking Zuo Zimu's chest.

But this palm had no force, and as soon as Bai Xiaosheng's palm touched Zuo Zimu, it turned into a grappling move, grabbing his wrist.

Zuo Zimu was startled and instinctively swung his sword at Bai Xiaosheng. Bai Xiaosheng, with a single palm, repeatedly broke through his sword techniques, attacking his vital points without harming him, making him very embarrassed.

After fifteen moves, Zuo Zimu, regaining his composure, did not change his sword technique. He directly threw his long sword, looking at Bai Xiaosheng's palm, his face pale.

Bai Xiaosheng looked at Zuo Zimu with some surprise, withdrew his palm, and said, "What? Is Master Zuo conceding?"

"Hmph!" Zuo Zimu coldly snorted and did not answer Bai Xiaosheng. Everyone knew that Bai Xiaosheng was toying with him. Being toyed with like this, how could Zuo Zimu not be angry? The disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect, besides being shocked by Bai Xiaosheng breaking Zuo Zimu's sword technique, were all extremely angry.

"Ha ha..." With a light laugh, Bai Xiaosheng said, "Master Zuo, don't you want to see how I break your proud Wuliang Sword Technique?"

"Kill me if you want, but do not insult the Wuliang Sword Sect," Zuo Zimu replied firmly, turning his head and not looking at Bai Xiaosheng.

He secretly shook his head, thinking, "Master Zuo, I came here to learn different sword techniques. Your Wuliang Sword Technique is quite famous. Although I broke it, you must have remembered some of the key points. Isn't this a good thing for you? We martial artists improve through competition and training. If you seek death after I break your sword technique, what will you do when someone else breaks your Wuliang Sword Technique in the future? Will you dissolve the Wuliang Sword Sect? Such cowardly behavior, does Master Zuo really deserve the respect of the ancestors of the Wuliang Sword Sect?"

Bai Xiaosheng's words hit Zuo Zimu hard, making his face change drastically. When Bai Xiaosheng mentioned the "ancestors," Zuo Zimu's face turned fierce, and he struck a palm, shouting, "Young brat, stop your nonsense!"

"Ha ha..." Bai Xiaosheng laughed and engaged Zuo Zimu, not letting up with his words, saying, "Master Zuo, this is how a head of a sect should act. If you don't take it seriously, won't you make the ancestors of the Wuliang Sword Sect furious?"

"Shut up!" Zuo Zimu was even angrier, and his strength increased. His movements became faster, performing beyond his usual level. If he faced an ordinary person, it might have worked, but against Bai Xiaosheng, it was useless. The gap in their skills was too large.

Bai Xiaosheng let Zuo Zimu attack. After dozens of moves, Bai Xiaosheng understood Zuo Zimu's techniques. He changed his palm technique and broke Zuo Zimu's momentum before he could attack, making him roll to the side in a very embarrassing manner.

"Master, catch the sword!" Rong Ziju immediately threw his long sword to Zuo Zimu. Bai Xiaosheng did not stop him, allowing Zuo Zimu to catch the sword and attack him.

This time, Bai Xiaosheng did not rush to break the technique but let Zuo Zimu use the Wuliang Sword Technique. After he used it once, Bai Xiaosheng slowly countered, pointing out the flaws in his technique, making him very cautious.

This battle lasted over a hundred moves. When Bai Xiaosheng was satisfied, he struck Zuo Zimu's long sword, sending it flying, and jumped out of the battle circle, saying, "Master Zuo, your sword technique has improved. Unfortunately, it's still not enough to make me draw my sword. Keep practicing! Ha ha..." With that, he turned and left with his six beautiful disciples, leaving a shocking figure behind.

"Senior brother, are you okay?" Rong Ziju and the others immediately ran up to Zuo Zimu, supporting him, and asked with concern.

Zuo Zimu shook his head. Looking at Bai Xiaosheng's departing figure, he felt extremely disheartened. After practicing for so many years, he was inferior to a young man, not even having the qualifications to make him draw his sword. This contrast was a significant blow to him.

"Senior brother, this young man is extraordinary. As you said, his martial arts are not inferior to the likes of Dong Xiaofeng and Xi Xu Zhu. Losing to him is not a big deal."

Hearing this, Zuo Zimu shook his head, feeling a bit better, but he was also roused. Being insulted by a young man was something he couldn't tolerate.

After this, Zuo Zimu devoted himself to practicing, and it did indeed lead to significant improvement. This also sparked a wave of practice in the Wuliang Sword Sect. In this sense, Zuo Zimu should thank Bai Xiaosheng.

After leaving the mountain, Bai Xiaosheng and his six disciples did not return to the manor. They continued to travel within Dali, challenging famous martial artists, defeating them one by one, and testing their sword techniques.

However, after a round of travel, Bai Xiaosheng did not encounter anyone who could make him draw his sword, which disappointed him. He knew that in Dali, the only place where he could find someone to make him draw his sword was there.