Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Three: Sisters Share the Same Pants
Hua Hua mentioned a mountain stone, which was actually a tiger-shaped stone sculpture not far inside the mountain gate, located in the square.
Standing three zhang tall, it was imposing with fierce eyes, exuding a tremendous aura.
“This is the Sword Flower Palace’s Trial Stone.”
Hua Hua brought Young Master Sang here and earnestly explained, “This Trial Stone was made at a great cost by the palace master and will react to one’s swordsmanship.”
“Usually, it’s used to test our Sword Flower Palace disciples’ swordsmanship.”
“However,” she said, “there’s a rule set by the palace master: if outsiders wish to meet her, they must use their sword skills at this Trial Stone.”
“If the roaring sound of the stone reaches half a li, it counts as passing, and one may report to the palace master for an audience.”
Young Master Sang gazed deeply at the stone.
While he was examining it, Xiao Cui gently pulled Hua Hua aside, whispering:
“Hua Hua, is there really such a rule set by the palace master?”
Hua Hua said with a serious face, “Of course not.”
Xiao Cui: “?”
“But what does it matter?”
Hua Hua pouted slightly, “It’s not every day that such a handsome guy comes! Especially one so devout in martial arts.”
“To fulfill his father’s dying wish, just to catch a glimpse of the palace master, but now he can’t even meet her at the mountain gate.”
“Who understands this kind of extreme bittersweet aesthetics? Boo hoo…”
Xiao Cui obviously didn’t get it.
So she cautiously asked, “Then… how will you end this lie later?”
“Isn’t that easy?”
Hua Hua said, “Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
“If the roaring sound reaches half a li, what does that mean? Even Chun Lan and Qiu Ju Senior Sister can’t make the sound carry beyond the square.”
“Even the palace master only demonstrated a sword technique that barely made the sound reach just over half a li.”
“Although I really like how handsome he is, his swordsmanship can’t possibly be better than the palace master’s, right?”
“At that time, he’ll exhaust himself and still won’t pass, collapsing on the ground, his starry eyes filled with unwillingness and desolation, and just a hint of bitterness…”
A more terrifying blush-like infatuation appeared on Hua Hua’s face.
“Hehe… This kind of extreme bittersweet aesthetics is even more fulfilling, it’s about to flood, hehe…”
Xiao Cui: “…”
Sometimes, she felt out of place with those around her because she wasn’t exaggeratedly twisted enough.
During their conversation, Young Master Sang had already completed his mental exchange with Nian Nian.
He respectfully clasped his hands toward the two female disciples, “May I ask, can I begin now?”
“Of course, go ahead.”
So Young Master Sang slowly drew an unremarkable iron sword from his waist, fixing his burning gaze on the tiger-shaped stone sculpture.
In the next moment, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, and the iron sword flickered.
With incredible speed, the iron sword struck the stone sculpture.
The swing seemed unremarkable.
But in the next instant—
“ROAR!!”
A dreadfully powerful sound wave erupted from the stone sculpture, like a tiger descending a mountain.
The immense roar was not only deafening but nearly toppled the two female disciples nearby, who slumped down in shock.
The sound wave poured out without restraint.
Crossing the square, the mountain gate.
The disciple dormitory, the sword training ground, the main hall.
It echoed until the entire Sword Flower Palace could hear it clearly.
At that moment, everyone in the Sword Flower Palace looked up in confusion toward the square.
“What happened?”
“Is someone testing the Trial Stone?”
Before long, many disciples rushed to gather around the square.
As the chaos escalated, Xiao Cui and Hua Hua clung tightly together in fear.
“W-What do we do…”
Xiao Cui was nearly in tears: “He actually did it…”
“I don’t know!”
Hua Hua was also close to tears. Who could have imagined that a sudden appearance of a man could rival their palace master’s swordsmanship!
As more and more disciples gathered, Young Master Sang couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious.
Oh no.
Did I overdo it showing off?
But this sword technique was really what I randomly picked from the system shop!
Soon, a somewhat familiar voice quieted the restless square.
“Who dares!”
“How dare you trespass my Sword Flower Palace?”
Seeing two girls descending from the sky, Young Master Sang sighed softly in relief and slowly clasped his hands:
“I am Sang Zhe, here to seek an audience with the palace master, Gu Yingmian.”
The two who came were the ones who accompanied Gu Yingmian at that time, Chun Lan and Qiu Ju, one in blue and the other in yellow.
Upon seeing Young Master Sang, Chun Lan immediately frowned with displeasure, saying coldly:
“You’re quite bold, not knowing that men are forbidden from entering Sword Flower Palace?”
“Uh, didn’t they say that if the Trial Stone’s roar exceeds half a li, it’s allowed—”
“Who told you such a rule?” Chun Lan glared at him sharply.
Young Master Sang turned to glance at Xiao Cui and Hua Hua.
Their hearts sank, thinking this was the end.
Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Young Master Sang slowly bowed his head in apology:
“I mistakenly believed in hearsay and thought there was such a rule in Sword Flower Palace.”
“My intrusion, please forgive me, I am willing to accept punishment.”
At hearing this, both Xiao Cui and Hua Hua were taken aback.
Xiao Cui was still bewildered, not understanding why Young Master Sang spoke on their behalf.
Hua Hua was already in tears, sniffling: “Wuwuwu, what a gentle little milk dog beauty… Wuwuwu, I can’t take it, it’s about to flood…”
Chun Lan still looked at him with disgust and disdain, then said irritably:
“Willing to accept punishment? Trespassing in Sword Flower Palace is a death sentence; do you think you can avoid it?”
“Just a death, what’s the big deal?” Young Master Sang shook his head casually.
“In this life, I have no more attachments; my final wish is to discuss swordsmanship with the legendary palace master.”
“If fate does not allow, and it’s my destiny, I shall accept it.”
Saying this, he gently drew his sword, slowly placing it across his neck.
In that moment of beauty and melancholy, Hua Hua’s tears burst forth like a fountain.
“No! My beauty, handsome guy, don’t die in such a place!”
Beside them, the Yellow-Clothed Girl, Qiu Ju, cautiously tugged at Chun Lan’s sleeve:
“Chun Lan, why don’t we let it slide? We might as well ask the palace master how to handle this—”
“Why disturb the palace master?”
Chun Lan huffed disdainfully: “A mere outsider dares to trespass my Sword Flower Palace, and it’s a man. According to the rules, he should be killed directly.”
“What’s there to be soft-hearted about?”
Qiu Ju wanted to say something else.
But the next moment, a light voice echoed in everyone’s minds:
“Bring him to see me.”
Everyone in Sword Flower Palace knew whose voice that was.
So everyone immediately bowed their heads and saluted.
“Yes, palace master.”
