It was clearly a martial arts competition among the knights of Jianghu, yet someone who knew spells sneakily used spellcasting in an utterly dishonorable way.

In the eyes of these heroes of Jianghu, using spells wasn't frightening; they had roamed the world and seen plenty of little spellcasting warlocks, those who swindled, kidnapped children, abducted women, cursed others, treated evil ailments... none of these were considered Sword Immortals. Only the release of a Flying Sword would inspire their fear and respect.

Amidst the howling wind, Bai Qi, though startled, wasn't thrown into chaos. He rallied his True Qi, focused his spirit internally, and shouted loudly, "Evil sorcery of the Left Path, do you think I would fear you!"

He took out six Dragon Coins, held them in his hand, channeled his True Qi into them, and as he turned his body in the wind, he threw them as hidden weapons.

Each Dragon Coin struck a ghost spirit squarely, whether it was Mao Tai who had died yesterday or the Dou Family's Five Tigers who had just recently died. In life, they were tough characters, but in death, they had actually turned cowardly. Many condemned criminals, brutally cruel while alive and using extremely vicious methods to kill many people, would cry and wail when being led to the execution ground, their bowels and bladders releasing out of terror, their trouser legs having to be tied up in advance to prevent dirtying the ground.

Mao Tai was a notorious river and lake bandit whose numerous wicked deeds followed him even into death, absorbing a great deal of Evil Qi. The Dou Family's Five Tigers, spoiled since childhood, lost their spirit after dying once; they were forcibly controlled by Wang Mao's spells to harm others, feigning ferocity. When hit by the Dragon Coins, they all scattered into a mass of Evil Qi with wails of agony.

Dragon Coins, with Immortal Talismans on the outside and Spiritual Energy within, could ward off ghosts and evil spirits. Bai Qi, who traveled through Jianghu, had often encountered such things, and always used Dragon Coins to drive away ghosts and break evil; they were very effective.

Of the six ghosts, only Mao Tai managed to reconstitute his soul. Bai Qi, with two fingers pinching a Dragon Coin, fearlessly rushed to Mao Tai's front and inserted the coin into the heart chamber of Mao Tai's chest.

Mao Tai let out a miserable scream, his soul once more scattered!

Bai Qi immediately used his sword to attack Wang Mao. Wang Mao parried clumsily and shouted loudly, "Do you know who my master is? My master is a Sword Immortal!"

This statement made everyone present shudder. No matter how formidable their martial arts were, facing a Sword Immortal, they usually had only death awaiting them.

Indeed, Bai Qi's offensive slowed down, "So what? My cousin Luo Xin's aunt is the Golden Granny of Heng Mountain. How is your master compared to the Golden Granny?"

"What's the Golden Granny? My master is a Sword Immortal from Wutai Sect!" Wang Mao finally caught a break to breathe.

Someone in the crowd spoke up, "You claim to be a disciple of a Sword Immortal, yet you don't know the art of Sword Control? Moreover, this Immortal Slaying Sword is merely a sharper piece of ordinary iron. If you really had an Immortal Sword, how could you value it?"

Wang Mao with the treasure sword in his left hand, and forming a talisman gesture with his right, chanting under his breath, the sword then flew out of his grasp but wobbled unsteadily, circling around him before returning to his hand.

The crowd was stupefied; this was indeed the art of Sword Control, only his skill wasn't deep enough.

Wang Mao said, "I am a novice, my swordsmanship isn't polished yet, but I am indeed a legitimate disciple of the Wutai Sect's Sword Immortal lineage. While the Immortal Slaying Sword may be ordinary iron, it's made of Wannian Xuantie from the Outer Heaven Divine Mountain, which can be refined into an Immortal Sword. Next month is my master's birthday, and I intend to present this sword to him. Who among you dares to stop me?"

The crowd fell silent, Bai Qi included. As blustering as they were usually, none would dare to offend a Sword Immortal. Even with high martial prowess, against a Sword Immortal's Flying Sword, a single streak of light meant the end of life. Besides, becoming a Sword Immortal was the lifelong pursuit and dream every swordsman aspired to achieve.

Wang Mao grew arrogant, "I hereby declare that in this competition of swords on Yellow Mountain, I am the victor, and the eighth Immortal Slaying Sword belongs to me!"

With those words, he went to the steps to retrieve the sword from Tao Jun.

Tao Jun was also pleased; originally hoping to learn some martial arts from a Jianghu expert, becoming a disciple of a Sword Immortal was even better.

He kneeled on both knees, presenting the sword with both hands, "Master above, please accept this treasure your disciple offers."

Wang Mao sneered, "I only said I'd take the sword, who said I'd take you as my disciple?"

Tao Jun replied, "We had agreed beforehand, I posted invitations for the world's experts to come here for the competition and determine the ownership of the sword, which also includes taking me as your disciple..."

"The competition was only against them, what does it have to do with you? The sword is in your hands; whether you give it or not, what does it matter? We'll take it if we want, can you stop us?"

Wang Mao reached for the sword, but Tao Jun wouldn't have it, and leaped backward with the sword in hand, "If you won't take me as a disciple, you can't have the sword!"

"Then I'll slaughter you and take it!" Wang Mao made a sweeping grab for the sword. Tao Jun refused to hand it over, causing Wang Mao to explode with Inner Strength, sending Tao Jun staggering back, blood spewing from his mouth. Wang Mao was about to swing his sword and kill him.

Li Zhenchuan couldn't stand idly by any longer. With an outraged shout, he threw a Dragon Coin. Bai Qi also moved at the same time, thrusting his sword towards Wang Mao's back to stop the murder.

Wang Mao sliced through the Dragon Coin and blocked Bai Qi's treasure sword, sneering maliciously, "Do you all wish for death?" He drew the Immortal Slaying Sword and with one swing, broke Bai Qi's sword.

Out of righteousness, Li Zhenchuan, after throwing the hidden weapon, turned to look at Shi Feiyang with a hint of apology on his face.

He worried about bringing trouble to his newly sworn master. Common troubles were one thing, but confrontations with Sword Immortals often meant death for people of Jianghu.

He whispered to Shi Feiyang, "Master, that guy looks vindictive. Today's events likely won't end well. You should leave the mountain quickly. From now on, we have no master-disciple relationship."

After saying this, Li Zhenchuan was about to rush to aid Bai Qi, but Shi Feiyang grabbed his wrist, smiled, and asked, "Why, after just becoming a disciple, are you already severing our master-disciple ties? Am I that unworthy as your master?"

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