Chapter 0524 Hall Master of the Sword Hall

Chapter 0524: Master of the Sword Hall

Fandao Hall secured the first choice without issue.

The disciples of the Blade Hall felt deeply regretful, as they hadn’t had a chance to witness Fandao Hall’s battle.

Many of the Blade Hall disciples present were battered and bruised—wounded during the defensive battles, these injuries now slowed their attack on the Sword Hall.

Realizing this, the Blade Hall disciples felt they were at a huge disadvantage, though there was little they could do about it.

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Sword Hall were in peak condition, making it easy for them to repel the injured Blade Hall disciples en masse.

Everyone believed that the elders of the Swordblade Villa clearly favored the Sword Hall.

"Fandao Hall, which Sword Hall will you challenge?" asked the burly swordsman Xiong Dao.

"Celestial Sword Academy!" Tian Ruoleng shouted.

Gasps rippled through the crowd—their first target was none other than Celestial Sword Academy, home to a Spirit Martial Realm martial master!

If they could truly take down Celestial Sword Academy, none of the elite Sword Halls would be able to withstand Fandao Hall.

"Good, you may proceed now!" Xiong Dao couldn’t join them, as he still needed to arrange the Blade Hall’s attack plans.

Dao Fan led the way, his pulse racing with excitement.

Over this period, he had come to understand the strength of Qin Yun, Tian Ruoleng, and Yue Wulan.

With powerful blades in hand, breaking into Celestial Sword Academy wouldn’t be difficult.

Behind Qin Yun and his companions trailed a large crowd of thrill-seekers—a peculiar group within the Swordblade Villa.

The Arcane Sigil Hall focused on refining medicines, alchemy, and herb cultivation, so they naturally avoided such bloody skirmishes.

The disciples of the Royal Institute served as the core strength of the Swordblade Villa.

They assisted the Arcane Sigil Hall and the Medicine Hall with tasks like gathering resources.

A portion of the Royal Institute’s disciples usually remained behind to stand guard.

The elders of the Elder Hall were administrators, and due to the offensive-defensive battles, they had little to do.

Celestial Sword Academy was lavish, its architecture pristine and expansive, featuring small lakes, rockeries, and winding bridges within.

The arena’s barrier field here spanned a hundred meters!

Qin Yun, Tian Ruoleng, and Yue Wulan had long known that top-tier halls were luxurious.

But seeing it firsthand made them realize just how shabby their own lower-tier hall was.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "The Master of the Sword Hall has arrived!"

Shockingly, the Sword Hall Master was a youth!

Qin Yun was somewhat surprised. He was merely the Hall Master of the Second Sword Hall, named Jian Lang, from the Jian family.

Jian Lang stood at 1.7 meters tall, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, looking quite young and inexperienced. He wore a purple-gold jade crown, dressed in luxurious white robes, and had an ornate purple-gold scabbard at his hip.

From head to toe, he radiated extravagance.

Most noticeable was the sword-shaped earring hanging from his left ear.

"You're Qin Yun? You have an Ancient Dao Sword?" Jian Lang's voice was calm and indifferent.

He had no detectable aura, and his presence was undetectable.

This Hall Master of the Celestial Sword Academy seemed formidable and enigmatic.

"Yes," Qin Yun responded.

"Our Celestial Sword Academy has suffered many defeats at your Fandao Hall’s hands. Rumor has it your Fandao Hall plans to crush our Celestial Sword Academy. Is that true?" Jian Lang asked slowly.

"Crushing you is going too far, but undermining us for a bounty won’t go unpunished!" Tian Ruoleng said coldly.

"Crippling the three of you earns a billion purple spirit coins! Since such a high bounty is placed on you, you must be formidable."

"Qin Yun, was the reward an Ancient Dao Sword?"

Jian Lang asked curiously.

As a Spiritual Martial Realm cultivator, Dao Artifacts were highly tempting to him!

"Sword, saber, spear, or armor—pick any two," Qin Yun chuckled. "Provided you bring me their heads!"

The crowd tensed, wondering if Jian Lang was tempted.

"Just curious," Jian Lang smiled faintly. "I have no intention of killing those two family heads."

The Long family elders and Long Yufan immediately relaxed.

"Hall Master Jian possesses a Lifebound Sword. He’s above ordinary Dao Artifacts!" sneered a Long family elder.

"Not necessarily. An Ancient Dao Sword could have legendary sword engravings—I’d kill for those," Jian Lang said, eyeing Qin Yun. "May I see your Ancient Dao Sword?"

Qin Yun generously took out the Ancient Dao Sword and handed it to Jian Lang, then asked, "Hall Master Jian, I’ve seen disciples from the Jian family taking the trials. Why don’t you let them directly join the Celestial Sword Academy?"

"Our Jian family disciples rely on their own skills to survive in the Spirit Wasteland. We never depend on family backing!"

Jian Lang examined the sword carefully and sighed. "No engravings."

He returned the sword to Qin Yun.

"If there were engravings, would you kill the Long and Yang family heads?" Qin Yun asked after storing the sword away.

The crowd immediately fixed their gazes on Jian Lang, waiting for his answer.

"Yes," Jian Lang replied with a smile. "But sword engravings are merely legends. None have ever appeared in the Spirit Wasteland. Even if they did, someone would’ve hoarded them."

"Enough talk. Prepare yourselves," Jian Lang said before leaving the barrier arena.

The Celestial Sword Academy was led by Long Yufan and seven other middle-aged men.

Armored and armed with swords, they emerged from a pavilion.

They were surprised and secretly envious of Qin Yun when they saw him appear with two stunningly beautiful women.

Yue Wulan was selected by the Mystic Glyph Pavilion as one of the Five Great Beauties of Aurora Star Province.

No one knew exactly how the selection was conducted, but many women coveted this title.

Now, both Yue Wulan and Tian Ruoleng were in the same Blade Sanctum as Qin Yun.

Even if nothing had happened between them, outsiders couldn’t help but speculate.

"Truly unexpected that you three filthy mutts would come for us in the first round! You must have spent a fortune to buy the bidding privilege, didn’t you?" Long Yufan sneered. "I’m afraid you’ll just be wasting those Amethyst Spirit Stones!"

Tian Ruoleng’s face turned icy and homicidal the moment she heard the words "filthy mutts."

Qin Yun, however, remained calm, knowing he would soon beat Long Yufan bloody.

"We only spent two million Amethyst Spirit Stones! After all, your Long family lost fifteen billion to me!" Qin Yun laughed heartily. "Thanks for the charity!"

Yue Wulan glanced at a gilded elder of the Long family and smiled. "Esteemed elder of the Long family, wouldn’t you like to win back that primordial Dao Artifact and those fifteen billion Amethyst Spirit Stones?"

"What? You want to bet with us?" The Long family elder asked coldly.

"We do, but I’m afraid you don’t have the guts!" Yue Wulan chuckled coquettishly, her eyes full of mockery. "You’ve already lost fifteen billion—what else can you even wager now?"

The Long family elder was furious but found himself speechless.

Losing those fifteen billion had earned him severe reprimands from the Long family!

"And you call yourselves one of the Five Great Clans? A bunch of paupers—losing fifteen billion has completely broken you!" Yue Wulan’s mocking laughter oozed contempt.

Jian Lang sealed the arena and shouted, "Begin!"

The arena formed a hundred-pace-wide ring.

It was extremely spacious, and the eight veteran swordsmen from the Celestial Sword Academy immediately scattered, positioning themselves in eight different spots.

This meant Qin Yun and his two companions would have to defeat them one by one, which would be very time-consuming.

If even one member of the Celestial Sword Academy remained standing after the time it takes an incense stick to burn, they would be considered successful in their defense.

"Big Sis, Second Sis, leave Long Yufan to me!" Qin Yun smiled calmly, then added, "The Hall Master of the Sword Hall is watching. Go easy on his lackeys!"

Tian Ruoleng smiled—a smile brimming with killing intent.

She charged fiercely toward a squat, barrel-chested swordsman, swinging her Frostcloud Blade in a brutal cleaving strike!

*Clang!*

The swordsman raised his laughably frail sword horizontally to block the freezing blade.

The Frostcloud Blade looked massive compared to his weapon. With a crisp *clang*, the blade notched!

With just one strike, Tian Ruoleng had chipped the sword!

Even worse, the Frostcloud Blade could siphon the man’s qi through his sword.

Tian Ruoleng was the opposite of gentle—her assault could only be described as merciless.

With a few swift slashes, the stocky middle-aged man's arms were severed.

The snow-white long blade repeatedly stabbed into his abdomen—white blade in, red blade out...

In just a few strikes, the stocky middle-aged man collapsed to the ground, hovering between life and death!

The armor they wore might as well have been paper, torn apart with ease.

Yue Wulan fought with similar efficiency. Her slender *Willow Crescent Blade* unleashed a disorienting energy with each slash, leaving the tall middle-aged man momentarily stunned.

In that dazed state, the tall man couldn’t channel his qi to defend himself.

Thus, Yue Wulan effortlessly shattered his armor, her *Willow Crescent Blade* weaving deadly arcs.

The blade sliced across the tall man’s body, drawing streams of blood that splattered across the arena—a macabre ballet of blood!

"Hall Master... If this continues, our geniuses will be crippled! Please, help them!"

A teacher from the Celestial Sword Academy implored, face twisted in anguish.

"Hmph! When you attacked the three youths of our Fandao Hall, you intended to cripple them too. Now, you’re getting a taste of your own medicine!" Dao Fan sneered coldly.

Jian Lang spoke slowly, "In the Blade and Sword Offense-Defense Battle, those who are crippled are no geniuses."

His words turned the Celestial Sword Academy teacher’s face ashen.

Tian Ruoleng and Yue Wulan swiftly crippled one opponent after another, moving on to the next targets.

The remaining men, faces twisted in terror, scattered like panicked rats across the arena.

Kinq Yun, gripping a black blade, advanced with measured steps toward Long Yufan.

Long Yufan watched his teammates fall, yet remained composed.

After all, he was a Spirit Martial artist—so long as he remained standing, the Celestial Sword Academy would prevail!