Chapter 52
No Retreat, A Pretense of Agreement

Upon hearing this, Yu Cang Hai and the others' faces turned grim.

They had initially thought they could leave whenever they pleased, but now Lu Wen had sent a challenge letter, making it known to all.

For the sake of Qing Cheng's reputation and Yu Cang Hai's face, they had no choice but to accept the challenge.

Yu Cang Hai pushed open the door and looked out.

The sky had already darkened, but numerous torches burned at the courtyard entrance, illuminating the surrounding area.

At the entrance were the Yinling agents sent by Lu Wen to deliver the challenge letter. They had a certain solemn aura after being converted.

Seeing the vigor and spirit of these three, Yu Cang Hai couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for Lu Wen.

Such servants with this kind of aura weren't easy to cultivate.

Yu Cang Hai put aside any other thoughts and reverted to his role as the head of the reputable Qing Cheng Sect.

After taking the letter and looking it over, he said solemnly, "I am Yu Cang Hai, I will be there at the appointed time tomorrow."

The Yinling agents bowed and then swiftly departed.

Seeing this display of skill, the disciples of Qing Cheng were also startled. Only now did they realize that those who had come to deliver the challenge were also masters.

Not to mention anything else, just their light footwork, as long as they weren't trapped in a desperate situation, they would be invincible.

Yu Cang Hai grew more and more wary of Lu Wen, his opponent. He also began to anticipate tomorrow's battle. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the others and began to calm his mind and replenish his energy, preparing for the upcoming fight.

The night passed silently, and many people in Fu Zhou City were eagerly anticipating the battle between Lu Wen and Yu Cang Hai.

Martial artists from surrounding areas who had received the news were also rushing to the scene.

The next morning, Fu Wei镖局 was bustling with activity, not only martial artists, but also many wealthy merchants and dignitaries were present to watch the battle.

The word "Sword Immortal" was simply too attention-grabbing.

The appointed time for the battle between Lu Wen and Yu Cang Hai hadn't arrived yet, but Lin Zhen Nan didn't allow the atmosphere to cool down.

He first arranged for two 镖头 to engage in a display of martial arts, which served as an advertisement for Fu Wei镖局.

Afterwards, many martial artists also engaged in sparring, as this was a rare opportunity for a gathering.

Lu Wen, following his usual routine, washed up and had breakfast, then came to the training ground of Fu Wei镖局.

Guided by the people of Fu Wei镖局, he arrived and took a seat in a good position, waiting for Yu Cang Hai's arrival.

After a while, Lin Zhen Nan came over and reported, "Lu Xia, the medicinal herbs from Fu Zhou City have been collected for the most part, and the herbs from surrounding towns will arrive by noon."

"Among them, there are only a few with a hundred-year age, but there are many with twenty to thirty years, and quite a few with over fifty years."

This had cost Lin Zhen Nan a large sum of money, but in order to safely weather this crisis, both Lin Zhen Nan and Wang Fu Ren and Lin Ping Zhi believed it was worthwhile.

As the host, Lin Zhen Nan was the center of attention. Seeing Lu Wen's presence, others also guessed that this must be the "Little Sword Immortal" Lu Wen.

However, seeing that the time for the battle was approaching, no one dared to disturb Lu Wen at this time.

A servant ran over and whispered, "Head 镖头, Yu Cang Hai, the head of Qing Cheng, along with a group of his disciples, is about to arrive at the entrance of Fu Wei镖局."

Lin Zhen Nan had known about Yu Cang Hai and his disciples last night, and he understood that Yu Cang Hai was coming to Fu Wei镖局 with ill intentions.

But despite his resentment, he couldn't help but suppress his emotions: "Lu Xia, please wait a moment, I'll go greet the people of Qing Cheng."

Lu Wen casually waved his hand, also looking forward to seeing what Yu Cang Hai was capable of, whether he was stronger or weaker than himself.

Lin Zhen Nan hurriedly left, and not long after, he returned with a group of people.

Yu Cang Hai, because he was about to fight, wasn't the leader today.

Lin Zhen Nan and a Qing Cheng elder, although they both wished the other would die immediately, were both smiling and engaging in hypocritical conversation.

Yu Cang Hai rested for a moment, gave instructions to his disciples, contacted Fu Wei镖局, and communicated with Lu Wen. The preparations for their sparring battle began.

The sparring between two martial artists on the training ground ended, and Lin Zhen Nan stepped onto the platform: "Everyone, please be quiet, the next match is the sparring battle between the Sword Immortal Lu Wen and the head of Qing Cheng, Yu Cang Hai."

The martial artists were excited, their eyes wide open, and the wealthy merchants and dignitaries also widened their eyes, all eager to watch this battle.

Lu Wen, with a single thought, extended his life magnetic field, his arm pushing off from the chair, he effortlessly soared across ten meters, landing in the middle of the training ground.

Integrating the techniques of light bodywork from the martial arts world into himself, Lu Wen could now fly freely.

Upon seeing this, Yu Cang Hai's heart sank. He gave up his desire for Lu Wen's "Sword-Controlling Qi" technique, not daring to show his greed.

Such light footwork, he couldn't catch up to it, and with his mysterious background and power, if he couldn't kill with one blow, he would inevitably be met with revenge. Yu Cang Hai backed down.

Giving up his greed, Yu Cang Hai relaxed instead: "Forget it, let's just consider this an opportunity to witness the Sword Immortal's abilities and gain some combat experience."

He used his light footwork, two steps across ten meters, coming to a stop in front of Lu Wen. He bowed with his sword: "Lu Xia, please."

Yu Cang Hai, now, finally had some of the demeanor of a righteous sect head.

"Please." Lu Wen returned the bow, his mind moved, and his long sword was unsheathed, flying across the air.

Even the people of Fu Wei镖局, who had already witnessed this, were still shocked, just like everyone else.

But the layman looks at the excitement, while only the professional knows the true meaning behind Lu Wen's move.

Among them, the disciples of Qing Cheng couldn't maintain their composure at all.

Shock, confusion, longing, greed, and other emotions fluctuated constantly.

In the crowd, Yue Ling Shan and Lao De Nuo were also watching, and they displayed similar expressions.

As a spy, Lao De Nuo's thoughts were even more intense: "This is truly the 'Sword-Controlling Qi' technique? How could it suddenly appear in the hands of a martial artist? Once this news spreads, Hua Shan Yue Buqun will not be able to remain calm, and Song Shan Zuo Leng Chan will react in the same way."

As Lu Wen's opponent, Yu Cang Hai was also shocked. From his experience and perspective, he didn't detect any hidden acrobatic techniques. He understood that this was truly the technique of a Sword Immortal.

Last night, while preparing for the battle, he had already predicted and planned for several possibilities. Although he had verified Lu Wen's Sword Immortal abilities, Yu Cang Hai quickly recovered, focusing his attention on preparing for battle.

"Attack the enemy's weakness, the opponent has no sword in hand. Closing the distance is the key to victory," Yu Cang Hai quickly judged.

He used his light footwork to take the initiative, intending to close the distance between himself and Lu Wen.

Lu Wen saw that Yu Cang Hai wanted to close the distance and fight, and he wasn't fazed. In fact, having his sword in hand was his strongest state.

But he didn't hold back. With a thought, his flying sword broke through the air, and he also used his swordsmanship, executing a move with real and fake shifts.

Yu Cang Hai, who had used light footwork to close the distance, was prepared. He poured his internal energy into his sword, judging the speed of the flying sword, and then swung a powerful and heavy blow, intending to knock the flying sword away.