Song of Adolescence

Chapter 424 Little Sword Immortal Wushuang

Chapter 424 Little Sword Immortal Wushuang

All under Heaven knew that Unrivaled City had a new citymaster.

All under Heaven had also heard that the new citymaster of Unrivaled City was young and promising.

But what most people didn't expect was that the citymaster was so young.

Wushuang grinned and plopped the Unrivaled Sword Casket heavily onto the ground. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of being watched by everyone around him.

Upstairs in the teahouse, Xiao Yu frowned. "The matter with Unrivaled City failed? Xiao Jingxia is really a piece of junk."

"He's just a kid. He probably won't be able to cause much trouble," Long Ye spoke up anxiously as he broke out in a cold sweat.

But Su Changhe shook his head and scoffed coldly. "A kid? Do you know what he has in his hands? That's the Unrivaled Sword Casket. Within it is the Bright Vermilion Phoenix, ranked second under Heaven. I'm afraid this kid is going to cause a lot of trouble."

"Who would have thought the White Prince Residence had such a bargaining chip," Xiao Yu said in the low voice.

Su Changhe looked at Wushuang thoughtfully, but just as he glanced past, he caught a glimpse of someone in the nearby crowd putting away a familiar oil-paper umbrella. But when he looked again, that oil-paper umbrella and the person under it had disappeared.

"Su Muyu," Su Changhe murmured.

Xiao Chong frowned slightly and stood behind Wushuang. Slowly, he said, "I thought you weren't coming."

"I made you a promise, why wouldn't I come? Are we Unrivaled City the sort who don't keep our word?" Wushuang grinned.

"At first, I thought you would come. Then, shifu had already returned for so many days yet there was still no news of you," Xiao Chong said.

"I was injured, you know. That fellow with the seven swords in Snow Moon City was not easy to deal with. I was treating my injuries while making my way to Heavenly Revelations. It was tough work. Your Highness had better treat me to a good meal after all this." Wushuang shrugged.

Xiao Chong also smiled. "Just one good meal?"

"I've heard that Heavenly Revelations City has a Moon House and that the ladies inside are all very beautiful. Your Highness, you must bring me there to eat and listen to music." Wushuang smiled innocently.

Xiao Chong shook his head. "You mean the Music House. Okay, I'll ask Madam Hu to personally play the qin for you."

"Madam Hu? Why does that sound… so unattractive." Wushuang sighed.

Lei Wujie leaned out of the window and waved at Wushuang. "Wushuang-xiongdi, we meet again."

Wushuang looked up. "Hey, Lei-xiong!"

"Have a good fight! Your brothers here are cheering you on!" Lei Wujie patted the window edge excitedly.

"Has the relationship between Snow Moon City and Unrivaled City become so good now?" Xie Xuan asked curiously.

Xiao Se and Ye Ruoyi looked at each other and shrugged.

Lei Wujie and Wushuang, neither cared about Unrivaled City or Snow Moon City. They simply admired each other.

A mutual admiration and respect of the youth.

Just like when Baili Dongjun first met Song Yanhui, he had also wanted to be friends.

Wushuang waved at Lei Wujie. "Don't worry, I'll definitely do my best." After speaking, he turned around and extended his hand to Luo Qingyang. "Senior, please instruct me."

If the person before Wushuang was anyone else from the martial world and saw that the young man who came to challenge him had been talking to everyone else while ignoring him, he would probably have been furious. But, the person in front of him was Luo Qingyang. Luo Qingyang was a person with a good temper, or at least he was on the surface. He never revealed what he was feeling inside.

So Luo Qingyang merely returned a light nod. "It is my fortune to see the Unrivaled Sword Casket."

"Really? Solitary Sword Immortal, do you also recognize this Unrivaled Sword Casket? According to my shifu, no one in Unrivaled City has been able to open it for many years. It's said that I was born with the mould of a sword and some people also said that I'm the reincarnation of the first citymaster. But, whatever it is…" Once Wushuang started, he talked without stopping.

Luo Qingyang waved a hand to stop him, and said indifferently, "Talk with your sword."

"Okay." Wushuang kicked his foot and opened the Unrivaled Sword Casket instantly. With a wave of his hand, ten flying swords landed in front of him.

"Cloudshuttle, Gentlefrost, Windsorrow, Maple Leaf, Butterfly, Vanished Shadow, Broken Trial, Life Snatcher, Jade Sceptre, Entwined Finger."

"Oh? Ten flying swords?" Xie Xuan's eyes were full of praise. "No wonder Song Yanhui values this disciple so much."

"When we first saw him, he was only using five or six flying swords and we were completely overwhelmed. Now he has ten. Mister Xie, do you think he has a chance to win against Luo Qingyang?" Lei Wujie asked.

Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows. "Maybe he has a chance to force him to draw his sword?"

Wushuang brushed his fingers across the ten flying swords, tapping each blade lightly and making a light and graceful sound as if he was playing a qin.

Luo Qingyang watched him silently, his fingers resting fleetingly on the hilt of his sword.

"Go!" Wushuang yelled out without warning.

Ten flying swords flew out instantly, aiming straight for Luo Qingyang.

Luo Qingyang retreated sharply, and with a sharp swing of his Nine Songs sword, he swung a perfect circle, keeping the ten flying swords outside the circle.

Ten flying swords. A total of 3,628,800 sword array permutations. Yet, they couldn't break through this simplest of circles.

However, the Nine Songs sword was still unsheathed.

Wushuang was already sweating profusely and his opponent's sword was yet unsheathed. But, he had never experienced such an overwhelming sword power before. Since he was very young, he had been learning the sword under Song Yanhui. His training had always been smooth sailing and he had never felt such an oppressive force. For a moment, he even had trouble drawing a breath. Only then did he finally understand the saying, there's a heaven above Heaven, a person above others, was not a lie.

The peerless sword immortal in front of him was indeed worthy of the saying, a heaven above Heaven, a person above others.

"Ten flying swords. Is that his limit?" Lei Wujie asked worriedly.

Xiao Se looked at the sword casket at Wushuang's feet, and realised that the remaining two flying swords were vibrating in anticipation. He was startled and said in a low voice, "No, he's not at his limit yet."

Wushuang smiled and said, "Well, this isn't working. Then, let's do our best and leave nothing behind."

"Vast!" The eleventh flying sword swept up. It was as light as a floating cloud, graceful and pure white, bringing with it a few strands of ethereal immortal aura.

"Boundless!" The twelfth flying sword swept out, but it looked like the withered bark of an ancient tree, like the endless vicissitudes of decay.

He actually controlled twelve flying swords.

Wushuang raised his hands, and the flying swords swirled around him. His sword manipulation arts was amazing and the swordsmen amongst the spectators all widened their eyes in astonishment. This art of twelve flying swords was truly the legendary sword arts!

The praise and admiration in Xie Xuan's eyes became even deeper. "Twelve flying swords? Unrivaled City has been in decline for a hundred years, and has finally produced a little sword immortal. Li Fansong, Lei Wujie, if you want to boast about your swordsmanship in the future, then this Wushuang down there will be your strongest opponent."

"Senior, allow me to ridicule myself." Wushuang gritted his teeth and waved his hand vigorously.

Luo Qingyang waved his long sleeves, and the Nine Songs sword also unsheathed.

Even since Luo Qingyang made his presence known, his tone had been tepid, carrying an air of indifference and ambivalence, but at this moment, when he saw the little sword immortal Wushuang use his twelve flying swords, his eyes also gleamed with excitement. Then, he barely raised his voice to call out two words.

"Good!"

"Sword!"