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"I hope so too. I kindly ask Elder Jin to give me a favor. As for the Sword Immortal Ruins, I would appreciate it if Tianlang Palace refrained from interfering, how about that?" Ye Xiaoying said with a pleasant smile.
"Then it seems we have no choice but to become enemies. The Sword Immortal Ruins have nothing to do with you. It would be inappropriate for you to meddle," Jin Weichu replied coldly, already aware that Ye Xiaoying had ulterior motives and was coveting the Sword Immortal Ruins.
"I practice the sword path, and I must say, among those present, my connection to the Sword Immortal Ruins is the strongest. Since I am here today, I naturally intend to claim it. If you give me face, we can be friends in the future. If not, it seems we will have to resolve this through martial means. Elder Jin, how about we settle this with strength? If you win, I will leave immediately; if I win, then Tianlang Palace must withdraw," Ye Xiaoying proposed.
Jin Weichu's expression was grim, his gaze deep and contemplative. If he hadn't just fought with Li Fushi, perhaps he could have faced Ye Xiaoying in battle. However, his strength had already been diminished, while Ye Xiaoying was at his peak. The most crucial point was that after more than twenty years apart, no one knew what level of power Ye Xiaoying had reached.
The sword path was inherently one of killing and conflict; in a fair fight of equal cultivation levels, a master of the sword would clearly hold the advantage. Therefore, considering all factors, Jin Weichu was unwilling to engage with Ye Xiaoying, yet he could not show any sign of fear.
"Ye Xiaoying, if you wish to obtain the Sword Immortal Ruins, it is not just Tianlang Palace that disagrees; all Hidden Sects will oppose you as well. Are you sure you want to take on our entire Hidden Sect by yourself?" Jin Weichu said in a deep voice.
"Then what does it matter?" Ye Xiaoying replied with a faint smile, laced with arrogance.
The other members of the Hidden Sects chose to watch coldly at this moment. They initially thought Tianlang Palace was arrogant but were surprised by the arrival of another bold figure. The current situation resembled two tigers fighting; these onlookers were more than willing to enjoy the spectacle. Some who had long disapproved of Tianlang Palace stepped forward and smiled at Ye Xiaoying: "Ye Jian Sheng, I believe you are the most suitable person to obtain the Sword Immortal Ruins. Unfortunately, those from Tianlang Palace have already declared their intent to seize it. They will not allow anyone else to lay claim to it."
"Indeed, Ye Jian Sheng, if you hadn't come, those from Tianlang Palace would have already entered the Sword Immortal Ruins."
"Ye Jian Sheng, I support you."
Many people stepped forward to voice their support; most were mid-level members of Hidden Sects who had come merely for the excitement and out of hope for fortune. After all, sometimes being a weakling following a strong one could lead to unexpected gains.
Seeing these individuals turn against them made the members of Tianlang Palace scowl with anger and murderous intent. Yet everyone was wise enough; having lived for many years gave them insight into worldly affairs. Who would willingly hand over such a treasure as the Sword Immortal Ruins?
Ye Xiaoying understood clearly that these people's shouts were meant to use him as a means to undermine Tianlang Palace's arrogance and dominance. However, he did not mind; he was confident in his own strength.
Years ago, Ye Xiaoying considered himself the foremost master of Huaxia Swordsmanship but did not expect to be defeated not by Huaxia people but by an Islander. This incident humiliated him and made him realize his shortcomings; he comprehended the true essence of the sword path. Now his strength was no longer comparable to before.
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