Chapter 96

Yang Yu felt absolutely certain. Such a powerful aura could only belong to a Earth-level warrior.

In the front row, with five cushions, he sat in the middle, and the thought of it was terrifying. On either side were two Earth-level warriors, and anyone who didn't know might think they were his guards. But Yang Yu had his own bitter thoughts.

"Bang!"

A sound of a zither came, and Yang Yu was startled, looking towards the pavilion. The pearl curtains were already slowly rolling up, and many people also looked up.

"Gongsun Yunshang is about to come out. It's said that she is a great beauty," someone whispered.

Another person nodded upon hearing this: "Gongsun Yunshang is indeed very beautiful, but when she dances with her sword, her elegance surpasses all others, and many people can't help but be immersed in it."

"A divine-level warrior once said that Gongsun Sword Dance contains the profound secrets of swordsmanship. The higher the cultivator's level, the more these secrets are revealed. Unfortunately, Gongsun Yunshang is only a Mystic-level warrior. If she were a Heaven-level warrior, even divine-level warriors would come to watch her dance with her sword," a Yellow-level warrior whispered.

"Truly incredible. If the rumors are true, watching Gongsun Sword Dance will make my Gale Sword Technique complete. I'm really looking forward to it."

The one who said this was Huang Yunhui, sitting in the last row, one of the twenty or so Yellow-level warriors.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Huang, that bronze invitation letter cost you tens of millions, but if a sword technique can be perfected, it's definitely worth it," a lecherous man said.

"Tens of millions, and that was with connections," Huang Yunhui didn't hide it. "But if the rumors in the martial world are true, I wouldn't mind spending another few tens of millions. Compared to cultivation, these copper stinks are nothing."

The lecherous man, hearing Huang Yunhui say this, also agreed: "Right, money is nothing. As long as we martial artists want it, there's always a way to get it, but martial arts are not something that can be understood just like that."

"This time, don't let me down," Huang Yunhui gritted his teeth, both excited and nervous.

"Senior Brother Huang, calm down. Even if you can't understand it this time, there will be other opportunities," the lecherous man said, but then added, "If we could marry Gongsun Yunshang in the future and watch her dance with her sword every day, any sword technique could be perfected."

Hearing this, a glimmer of hope appeared in Huang Yunhui's eyes, but it quickly faded. Who was Gongsun Yunshang? She was almost a daughter of heaven, and a Mystic-level warrior. What was he? They were in completely different worlds.

"Senior Brother Huang, what's wrong?" The lecherous man pushed Huang Yunhui. "The sword dance is about to start. What are you thinking about?"

Huang Yunhui was startled, looked at the lecherous man, and smiled slightly. Then he pointed to Yang Yu in front and said, "Who is that? Why is he still standing, and a Yellow-level warrior sitting in the front row? Could he have some connection with Gongsun Yunshang?"

"I don't know either, but he doesn't look like an old hand. Gongsun Yunshang's sword maid just checked his invitation letter, so it shouldn't be wrong," the lecherous man thought for a moment and said.

"Ah." Huang Yunhui nodded, then looked at the lecherous man and asked, "By the way, Junior Brother, I don't know your name yet."

"Uh, Senior Brother!" The lecherous man was startled and said, "I'm Nie Xiaoli, Nie as in the surname, and Xiaoli as in the name."

...

"Bang!"

Another sound of a zither, the pearl curtains were half-open, and a delicate phoenix-tail zither appeared in everyone's sight.

Yang Yu was startled. This zither was very similar to Tang Wei's, but it was clearly a bit darker in color, so it probably wasn't the same one.

"Yunshang, stop dawdling. If you keep dawdling, the sunset will be gone," a loud voice came.

"This is the third time Senior Fu is watching the sword dance, and he's still so impatient. Just wait a moment, isn't there still one guest who hasn't sat down?" A pleasant and melodious voice came, and everyone was slightly shaken. The voice was like heavenly music, but Yang Yu didn't have time to savor it because the impatient senior was glaring at him.

"Boy, for a Yellow-level warrior to sit in the front row is already a great honor. Sit down quickly, don't waste my time."

"Ah, this junior, Yang Yu, will sit down immediately," Yang Yu hurriedly said and immediately sat on the cushion.

"Yang Yu!" Huang Yunhui was suddenly startled, his eyes like arrows, staring at Yang Yu's back. "He said his name is Yang Yu, it's him!"

"Senior Brother Huang, what's wrong?" Nie Xiaoli asked curiously.

"This Yang Yu, damn it!" Huang Yunhui coldly smiled. "I didn't expect to run into him here. He won't live through today."

"Senior Brother Huang, don't be impulsive. This Yang Yu can sit in the front row, maybe he has some connections?" Nie Xiaoli whispered.

"Hmph, what connections? Just a dog of the Tang Clan," Huang Yunhui instantly figured out where Yang Yu's invitation letter came from.

Nie Xiaoli was a bit puzzled.

...

The pearl curtains continued to roll up.

Yang Yu saw something, a beauty, a classical beauty, as if she had walked out of a painting, wearing an ancient long dress, her long hair tied up, her sleeves fluttering. Her every movement made all the flowers pale in comparison.

Beautiful, too beautiful!

Not just Yang Yu, but the group of warriors behind him were also stunned. Although there were no shortage of beauties in the city, such a classical beauty was a first. If not for knowing that Gongsun Yunshang was a modern person, Yang Yu would have thought she had come from another dynasty.

This attire, this appearance, a living ancient beauty.

"Tang Wei was not lying," Yang Yu couldn't help but think. If such a woman isn't a beauty, then there are no beauties in the world.

In the pavilion.

Gongsun Yunshang slowly stood up, and two attendants quickly put away the zither in the pavilion. The sun was setting in the distance, the sunset melting gold, reflecting on the peach blossoms, the pavilion, and the sword dance had not yet begun, but many people were already entranced.

"What a beautiful scene," Yang Yu couldn't help but praise. This scenery made him understand what "the setting sun and the lone wild goose flying together, the autumn water and the long sky of the same color" looked like.

"Bring the sword!" Gongsun Yunshang waved her hand, and the sword maid respectfully presented a green sword.

The sword dance was about to begin.

Gongsun Yunshang took the sword and gently plucked it twice. The sword emitted a pleasant sound, a very pure sound. Hearing this sound, a smile appeared at the corner of Gongsun Yunshang's mouth. With one pluck of the sword, it seemed she understood the sword's thoughts.

Many people held their breath.

Gongsun Yunshang made a starting gesture, a very strange movement, slowly pressing the green sword down at a forty-five-degree angle to the ground. But this movement seemed very complex. If you carefully followed the trajectory of the sword, you would find that the tip of the sword moved in a straight line, not a circular arc.

Although he didn't know why, a circle and a straight line were different. A straight line seemed to cut horizontally, while a circle seemed to slash down. They were fundamentally different.

Yang Yu understood it this way, but he noticed that the four Earth-level warriors beside him had already closed their eyes. It wasn't until a few seconds later that they opened their eyes in surprise, as if they had understood some profound secret.

"The subtlety of a single sword stroke is indescribable. Yunshang, your sword dance has become even more profound," the Earth-level warrior next to Yang Yu took a deep breath. "This is my ninth time watching Gongsun Sword Dance. I hope this time I can fully understand the Clear Sky Bright Sun Sword Technique."

Gongsun Yunshang said nothing, and her sword began to move.