Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 815 - 813: A Song of Triumph, One Hundred Thousand Ghosts!
"Senior Brother Lu Yun, I don’t think they dare to come at all."
Luo Feng and the four others followed Hengmu into the garden, just in time to hear these words.
Luo Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly, looking into the garden.
In a plaza surrounded by flourishing flowers, several figures stood, most of them men.
The aura of these people was not weak. Among them, the Yuan Qi fluctuations around two individuals were like small streams, continuous and unending. Unsurprisingly, these two should be Martial Artists in the Seventh Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm.
Nanxuan naturally heard those words too, her gaze falling on the two Sky Sword Pavilion disciples closest to her, a cold smile appearing on her adorable round face:
"Hmph, it’s rumored that Sky Sword Pavilion disciples like to gossip behind others’ backs. Seeing it is even more convincing than hearing about it."
She clearly saw earlier that it was these two who spoke disparagingly about Luo Feng.
"What did you say?"
After these words were spoken, the eyes of several Sky Sword Pavilion disciples turned sharply towards this direction.
Seeing Luo Feng enter, the long-faced young man closest sneered coldly, while the burly young man took a step forward, glanced at Nanxuan, and mocked:
"Just a mere Fourth Level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist dares to make such bold claims. Take back what you just said, or don’t blame me, Cheng Jun, for being impolite. Don’t think that just because you’re a woman, I won’t dare to teach you a lesson."
Nanxuan was not intimidated, "What I said is true. Moreover, words once spoken, like water spilled, cannot be taken back."
On an ordinary day, Nanxuan wouldn’t bother arguing with these people, but thinking of the arrogant attitude of these Sky Sword Pavilion disciples in the afternoon, and their disparaging words about Luo Feng, she felt very dissatisfied inside.
"You’re courting death!"
The burly young man’s expression turned gloomy, his body lowering slightly, with blue veins throbbing on his thick neck. A burning aura rose around him, his momentum increasing inch by inch like a fiery figure.
Xia Yunjing frowned slightly, quietly gathering Yuan Qi, ready to act at any moment. Although she didn’t like causing trouble, she wasn’t afraid of it either.
Luo Feng’s expression didn’t change, his gaze shifting to a young man inside wearing a Yuangang Hall uniform.
This person had a strong aura and should be the Zhou Jian mentioned by Hengmu.
As the young City Lord of Mixed City, Zhou Jian certainly wouldn’t stand by and watch this happen.
As expected.
Seeing the situation tense, a tall and upright youth inside quickly stepped forward with a smile:
"Hehe, comrades from Linglong Hall, you finally came. Otherwise, I, Zhou, would have intended to personally invite you."
The burly Sky Sword Pavilion disciple glanced at Zhou Jian, knowing he couldn’t start a fight now, and had to restrain his aura, though his expression remained extremely gloomy.
"Being invited by the thirty-sixth ranked Indestructible Golden Tiger Zhou Jian in the new dragon list, how could we not come?"
Xia Yunjing evidently recognized the upright youth and spoke.
"Hehe, Xia Yunjing, there’s no need to flatter me. We both know each other’s backgrounds well. I know your strength is not much weaker than mine," Zhou Jian replied with a smile.
Luo Feng examined Zhou Jian with a glance. Although Zhou Jian’s words were modest, his gaze carried a faintly sharp look, making one feel uneasy, suggesting he was not as simple as he appeared.
Seemingly noticing Luo Feng’s gaze, Zhou Jian turned his head and smiled:
"This must be Luo Feng, able to become the first male disciple of Linglong Hall. It truly makes us envious."
Nanxuan wouldn’t miss such a great opportunity and chimed in:
"That’s right, this is our Senior Brother Luo Feng. Just a month ago, he defeated the Sky Sword Pavilion’s new dragon list experts Yi Tian and Duan Lin."
As soon as she finished speaking, the expressions of several Sky Sword Pavilion disciples shifted, their gazes converging.
"Hmph, I thought the person who defeated Junior Brother Duan Lin was extraordinary, but he’s just so-so. You could defeat Junior Brother Duan Lin, it seems it was just a stroke of luck," the boy beside Zhou Jian glanced at Luo Feng and snorted coldly.
In a low voice, Hengmu said to Luo Feng:
"This person is named Lu Yun. He ranked forty-first in the previous new dragon meeting and broke through to the peak of the Sixth Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm ten days ago, quite strong."
Luo Feng’s expression did not change, looking at Lu Yun, he said calmly: "Luck is also a form of strength. Some people never become experts due to a lifetime of bad luck. I think your luck is very poor."
Lu Yun’s face darkened. Luo Feng’s words no doubt implied he’d never become an expert.
"Hehe, luck is also a form of strength, well said."
Just as the atmosphere was becoming more tense, a crisp applause was heard from the courtyard. Soon, a petite figure of a girl emerged from the shadows of the trees.
The girl was about the same age as Nanxuan with a petite figure, delicate features, adorned with dazzling jewels that tinkled with her steps. Her long black hair was tied up like a man, appearing tall and graceful. If not for the faint musky scent reminiscent of orchids carried by the night wind, she might be mistaken for a noble young man.
Seeing the girl, Luo Feng’s pupils slightly contracted.
Under soul perception, the Yuan Qi fluctuations of this girl were even stronger than Zhou Jian’s. If Zhou Jian was a small stream, she was a great river, a Martial Artist in the late Seventh Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm!
Upon seeing the newcomer, Xia Yunjing’s gaze flickered slightly, and she whispered:
"Su Rui, an inner sect disciple of Yuangang Hall. It’s said that she is the most promising among the younger generation of Yuangang Hall. She ranked twentieth in the previous new dragon list. Additionally, there are rumors that she’s a princess of Out Cloud Country."
"Princess of Out Cloud Country?"
Luo Feng’s mind stirred. Out Cloud Country was the largest country in the southern region among the hundred nation territories, millions of miles away from the Canglang Dynasty. He wondered why they came to the Canglang Dynasty.
The atmosphere in the garden changed immediately with the appearance of Su Rui.
Several Sky Sword Pavilion disciples, who had been acting high and mighty just a moment ago, toned down their arrogance. After all, the strongest among the five Sky Sword Pavilion disciples only had the early stage cultivation of the Spiritual Rotation Realm seventh layer, which was a significant gap compared to Su Rui.
Zhou Jian saw Su Rui and smiled, "Senior Sister, weren’t you resting in your room? How come you are here?"
"Zhou Jian, how many times have I told you, just call me by my name. This isn’t the Golden Palace."
Su Rui waved her hand and said, "It was too boring in the room, so I came out to take a look. It seems I’ve come at the right time."
As she spoke, her bright eyes swept towards Luo Feng, "You are Luo Feng?"
"Indeed." Luo Feng nodded.
Su Rui smiled and nodded, "You are interesting. Some people are born into wealth, some into poverty; some have good talent, some have poor talent; some fall off a thousand-foot cliff and gain a fortunate encounter, while others fall from a tree and meet their doom... These are all luck. Luck is indeed a form of strength, and for a martial artist, luck can sometimes be as important as effort, not to be ignored."
Lu Yun’s expression stiffened slightly. He had just mocked Luo Feng with luck, and these words undoubtedly embarrassed him directly.
And since Su Rui was a top twenty expert on the New Dragon List, he didn’t have the courage to refute her.
"All because of this kid who doesn’t know the heights of the sky!"
Naturally, Lu Yun directed all his resentment towards Luo Feng, thinking of how to teach him a lesson and regain his face.
The others, hearing Su Rui’s words, all showed expressions of contemplation, clearly having gained some insight.
Luo Feng smiled faintly, "Miss Su Rui’s insight is quite unique."
"Hehe, I’m just lucky."
Su Rui blinked and said to Zhou Jian, "Zhou Jian, you’re a dignified young City Lord. You’ve invited us here as guests. Surely you won’t just have us standing here staring blankly, right?"
Zhou Jian came to his senses, smiled awkwardly, and then said:
"Thank you all for accepting the invitation. I’ve arranged a banquet ahead in the Silver Flower Garden, along with some splendid performances. Let’s go."
With that, Zhou Jian led the way, and Luo Feng and the others followed behind.
During this time, Lu Yun kept glancing at Luo Feng occasionally.
With his keen perception, Luo Feng immediately noticed Lu Yun’s gaze but didn’t care.
Even though both were martial artists at the peak of the sixth layer of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, there were differences in strength. To Luo Feng, this Lu Yun was far inferior to Xia Yunjing.
A moment later, over ten people followed Zhou Jian to a square deep within the garden.
Surrounded by flowing water, the square was completely white, emitting a faint silvery glow under the moonlight, blooming like a silver flower—gorgeous and magnificent.
The square was already arranged with seating, and once Luo Feng and the others sat down, beautiful maidservants naturally served refreshments and drinks.
"I hope these performances will bring some joy to everyone."
Zhou Jian clapped his hands, and water rippled as ten young women in white dresses gracefully descended into the square.
These young women were each graceful and beautiful, holding various instruments, such as jade drums and zithers—a total of ten instruments.
Ting-dong-dong...
As crisp music from the zithers began to play, a wonderful medley rose and fell, combined with enchanting dance moves, easing the atmosphere in the square.
"As beautiful as it is, it lacks some depth, and can’t compare to the singing and dancing of Out Cloud Country."
Su Rui pinched a purple jade grape, observed the singing and dancing, and shook her head slightly.
Zhou Jian smiled, "The singers and dancers of Out Cloud Country are renowned for their talent, their fame spreading across the world, hailing from Qin Hou, one of the ten Venerables of Out Cloud Country. Her song ’Chivalrous Heart’ once annihilated a hundred thousand Demon Sect disciples, making disciples of the West Desert Demon Sect tremble in fear. This is merely a simple performance, incomparable to that."
Su Rui flicked a grape into her mouth and laughed, "I didn’t expect you to know about Qin Hou. You are quite knowledgeable."
A song that annihilated a hundred thousand Demon Sect disciples.
Hearing Zhou Jian and Su Rui’s conversation, Luo Feng’s heart was slightly shaken. What terrifying power that must be!
The others drank and shared their experiences and adventures in the martial world.
From their conversations, Luo Feng learned many things he had never heard before, feeling a deep appreciation for the vastness of the world—the small Canglang Dynasty was just a small corner of it.
Among those present were outstanding disciples from various Golden Palaces, and naturally, their discussions centered around cultivation and martial arts.
"Zhou Jian, we haven’t met in half a year. How has your Golden Tiger Fury progressed?"
A Sky Sword Pavilion disciple, with a breath not inferior to Zhou Jian’s, suddenly asked.
Zhou Jian put down his wine cup, looked at the handsome young man with a slight smile, and said:
"Zhuang Fei, if you want to inquire about someone else’s strength, shouldn’t you first reveal your own cultivation? I suppose your Azure Flame Seven Repair Sword has also made progress."
