Joy of Life: Invincible Starting from Basic Swordsmanship

Chapter 91: Emperor Qing's Actions, the First Gathering of Junshan

In the capital of Qing Kingdom, within the Imperial Palace, in the Imperial Study, Emperor Qing was reviewing memorials.

The memorial described the battle between Ye Chengfeng, Li Chengzhu, and Grandmaster Ye Liuyun.

Although the process description is not very accurate, it clearly describes the impact of the battle.

In fact, both Nanqing and Beiqi are trying their best to minimize the impact of the Grandmaster battle!

The reason is simple: the destruction caused by a battle between grandmasters, once discovered, would cause widespread panic.

This is not what the royal family wants to see.

Therefore, in this world today, most martial artists only know that Grandmasters are powerful.

But even the world's top experts know very little about just how powerful it is.

For example, Yan Xiaoyi, the ninth-rank archer who was killed by Ye Chengfeng, actually claimed that his arrows could injure a grandmaster.

It's as if he actually shot a Grandmaster with his bow and arrow.

Emperor Qing put down the memorial in his hand, his face extremely gloomy.

He never expected that Ye Chengfeng's growth rate would far exceed his expectations.

"Why did he break through so quickly? Could it be because healing Fan Xian's injuries allowed him to eliminate the hidden danger I left him?"

Emperor Qing could only think of this one possibility: when Ye Chengfeng's cultivation level dropped, Emperor Qing even thought that Ye Chengfeng's foundation had been damaged.

Because that's how Ye Chengfeng should have acted at the time.

Emperor Qing also carefully observed Ye Chengfeng.

"Why didn't I secretly use my inner energy to check on his internal condition back then!"

Emperor Qing was filled with regret, but it was too late for regrets now.

But Emperor Qing still held a sliver of hope and planned to send someone to test Ye Chengfeng.

"Let Li Yunrui enter the palace."

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A month later, Fan Xian was still preparing to return by boat.

Fan Ruoruo originally planned to return to the capital with him, but Ye Chengfeng had to go to Northern Qi.

Fan Ruoruo naturally couldn't go back with Fan Xian, and she knew what she would face if she did.

Ye Chengfeng led Fan Ruoruo and Xiao Lan along the official road to Northern Qi.

"Brother Chengfeng, is it really okay for us to take the official road like this?"

Fan Ruoruo kept observing her surroundings, fearing that she might encounter danger.

Ye Chengfeng knew that this was a lingering effect left by the attack that Fan Ruoruo and Xiao Lan had encountered.

He did this in an attempt to use stimulation therapy to help Fan Ruoruo overcome the psychological trauma she had suffered that time.

Although this might worsen Fan Ruoruo's condition, Ye Chengfeng also believed that Fan Ruoruo could pull through; she was a strong girl.

"Are you tired? Do you want me to carry you?"

Ye Chengfeng didn't respond, but changed the subject, which could give Fan Ruoruo a sense of security.

"No need, Brother Chengfeng. I'm a martial artist now, so I'm not tired."

Ye Chengfeng smiled and tugged at Fan Ruoruo's delicate hand, while giving Xiaolan a look.

Xiao Lan immediately understood and stepped forward to push Ye Chengfeng away.

He said to Fan Ruoruo, "Ruoruo, let's ignore him. He's just trying to take advantage of you."

"No, Sister Lan, you're overthinking it."

Fan Ruoruo's cheeks were flushed, she was extremely shy.

She couldn't resist, and Xiaolan pulled her forward quickly.

Ye Chengfeng, on the other hand, slowed down his pace.

He snorted coldly and muttered under his breath, "Hmph, Emperor Qing really couldn't hold back after all."

Ye Chengfeng is now at least a master who has one foot in the Grandmaster realm.

"More than a hundred people? How much do they look down on me? At least three ninth-rank officials are more reasonable."

On the other side, Fan Ruoruo was pulled by Xiaolan and hadn't gone far. She was shy and scared and couldn't figure things out for a while.

But as Xiaolan's steps became more and more hurried, she realized something was wrong.

"Sister Lan, is someone going to attack us?"

"It's alright, Ruoruo. Young Master's strength is now comparable to that of a Grandmaster. These few weaklings are nothing to fear."

Now that Fan Ruoruo had discovered her, Xiaolan stopped just pulling Fan Ruoruo along and started running away in a princess carry, using all her lightness skills to escape.

She murmured, "Now I finally understand why Young Master likes you so much, Ruoruo. You're so smart and beautiful. If I were Young Master, I'd like you too!"

"Sister Xiaolan, it's already this late, please stop teasing me."

Fan Ruoruo was also a woman, so it was obvious that Xiaolan also liked Ye Chengfeng.

However, Xiaolan was a maid and had no way to express her feelings to Ye Chengfeng.

However, Fan Ruoruo did not generously offer Xiaolan any advice.

"I'm sorry, Sister Lan, love is selfish. He's already so fickle; I don't want to see anyone else in his heart."

Leaving aside Xiaolan and Fan Ruoruo's little schemes.

Ye Chengfeng still managed to stop the people chasing them.

At this moment, Ye Chengfeng also saw the number and strength of the people who came.

"Five ninth-rank soldiers, eighty eighth-rank soldiers, including twenty eighth-rank archers!"

Ye Chengfeng didn't look at those ninth-rank and the other eighth-rank martial artists.

These people pose no threat to him.

Only those twenty eighth-rank archers were the ones who could truly pose a threat to him.

Ye Chengfeng thought that Yan Xiaoyi, the ninth-rank archer, was bragging because he knew that a ninth-rank archer's arrows could not hit a grandmaster.

Now that he has encountered these twenty eighth-rank archers, it is even less likely that he will be able to hit a grandmaster.

However, they were numerous enough, and being eighth-rank martial artists, their rate of fire was naturally not low.

The most crucial point is that they are currently using composite bows, which give their arrows a certain power boost.

"If I still had the strength of a ninth-rank expert, I might have really suffered a setback today."

Since the people had come knocking on his door, Ye Chengfeng naturally wouldn't waste any more words.

There are only a handful of ninth-rank martial artists in the world. The ninth-rank martial artists from various major forces know each other's reputations, even if they don't know each other personally.

Of the five ninth-rank officials who surrounded and killed Ye Chengfeng today, Ye Chengfeng didn't even know who four of them were.

This is not surprising. There are definitely not few ninth-rank cultivators hidden in the martial arts world or secretly cultivated by various forces.

However, Ye Chengfeng was quite surprised by the identity of the last ninth-rank official he saw today.

"The Qin family members don't hold military positions, so how did they get involved in the Junshan Gathering?"

Upon hearing Ye Chengfeng's words, the five ninth-rank leaders, including the one from the Qin family, all broke out in a cold sweat.

They glanced at each other, then attacked simultaneously.

All five were skilled swordsmen.

The problem is that they use swords!

Ye Chengfeng didn't even draw his sword; he simply waved his two fingers lightly, and the swords in the hands of the five ninth-rank swordsmen seemed to be out of their control.

Suddenly, the longsword pierced themselves at an odd angle.

"Five ninth-rank officials, all wielding swords? Aren't they just handing me free food?"

"If I hadn't broken through, with nearly a hundred eighth-rank and five ninth-rank opponents, I might have really stumbled."

"Now!"

Ye Chengfeng did not turn around, and the five long swords following "Devouring Master" flew backward immediately.

The first to suffer were those twenty eighth-rank archers.

In just a quarter of an hour, nearly a hundred experts, at least of the eighth rank, were killed by Ye Chengfeng.

Both Emperor Qing and Li Yunrui underestimated the destructive power of a swordsman who had one foot in the Grandmaster realm.

They underestimated the suppressive power of a swordsman who could wield a sword to lower-level martial artists once he reached that level.

Ye Chengfeng didn't even glance at it.

He muttered to himself, "I might not be able to beat a Grandmaster, but I can certainly beat you weaklings!"

To warn Emperor Qing, Ye Chengfeng even recited a line of poetry.

"Sword energy traverses thirty thousand miles, a single sword's light chills nineteen provinces!"