Novel Live
Chapter 83 Watching Him Stand Like a Henchman
A month later.
A certain small planet.
After having a good playtime for a while, Zhuge Caihua felt she had recovered.
Meng Yu, that fool, actually didn't join her in the fun. What a big fool he is, ten times over.
Then, her master sent her to handle a task on a certain planet, a very simple task that was quickly completed.
A girlfriend called her, asking her to go shopping.
Fine, she wouldn't think about that fool Meng Yu anymore.
...
At a certain place on the small planet.
"Mr. Meng."
A Foundation Establishment expert looked at Meng Yu with a look of... respect, eager to try.
He was Meng Yu's opponent in this match, a Foundation Establishment expert.
After tasting all the home-cooked dishes, one naturally wants to experience various novel flavors. After duly becoming a Foundation Establishment practitioner or even stronger, of course, one would want to experience the taste of defeat.
Not defeated by someone strong, but by a lesser talent.
Well, more vulgarly put, whether it's Foundation Establishment or Golden Core, everyone has had plenty of simulated battles and has practiced countless different positions. Now, everyone is chasing after the new thrill, something wilder than domestic flowers, especially being dominated by someone weaker than oneself... Ahem, this mid-Foundation Establishment expert in front of us wants to experience what it's like to fight Meng Yu.
The title of 'Number One Talent of the Immortal Sect' has been acknowledged by many, so many middle-aged uncles, middle-aged aunties... Ah, not the middle-aged aunties, but the beautiful ladies of Foundation Establishment, have expressed their desire to taste Meng Yu's brutality.
At this point, if Meng Yu is willing to be a training partner, that would be great.
The middle-aged man held a five-foot-long blade in his hand, its aura bursting with might.
At forty-three, he reached Foundation Establishment and then spent ten years consolidating what he had learned. His 'Heavenly King Ghost-Cleaving Blade' reached Great Perfection, and now, he came to Meng Yu seeking defeat.
There have already been Foundation Establishment practitioners defeated by Meng Yu. Meng Yu's swordsmanship, Inner Strength, and movement techniques, everyone admits that theoretically, they could crush him after Foundation Establishment, if only they did this, that, or the other thing. But Meng Yu's battle record coldly reminds everyone, which of you Foundation Establishment practitioners can kill your way in and out seven times among the thousands of Qi Cultivation practitioners of the Immortal Sect?
It's like thinking Zhu Kefu is simple and crude, relying on strength to overpower and repeatedly causing his troops heavy losses, but... can you claim to be stronger than him?
"Uncle Yuan, please, show mercy," said Meng Yu, smiling like a fallen wealthy young woman, timid, full of trepidation, and eager to try.
Becoming a training partner had started long ago, with Zhao Yuxuan causing trouble and sending him on various trips. Alright, no matter, he was looking to get more Minor World coordinates, and he could even make a side business during these trips.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He needed a way to cover up his business dealings with Great Wu, including the Spirit Stones he acquired from there, and moreover, serving as a training partner could also sharpen his martial skills.
"I can't possibly go easy. Your combat power, in theory, is lesser than mine, but in reality, you've defeated many stronger than myself. I just want to know how I'll lose to a warrior who is weaker in strength, inferior in True Qi, and has only ordinary swordsmanship, when I am still at Foundation Establishment," calmly stated Yuan Chengying, swinging his long blade.
This was a true fight, Meng Yu guaranteed no killing!
Yes, in fights against Foundation Establishment practitioners, Meng Yu guaranteed no killing!
The five-foot long blade was almost as tall as a young man, weighing ninety-eight pounds, yet in his hands, it was like a straw!
"Slash!"
A single Foundation Establishment blade strike, and just the blade light extended ten feet!
...
The azure blade light filled Meng Yu's vision, and the cold blade Qi permeated the entire space.
Fire Crows danced in the air, only to be sliced through by blade after blade. Meng Yu's figure vanished like the wind, but the sword light was relentless.
The onlookers, one by one, watched in stunned silence and with immense admiration.
Within the glint of the swords, it was as if a ghost truly existed!
A ghost named Meng Yu!
Everyone knew that Meng Yu had only practiced two sets of sword techniques, White Crane Swordsmanship and the Fire Crow Sword Technique. It could even be said that he had only mastered one, which was the White Crane Swordsmanship.
After all, the Fire Crow Sword Technique was a dance of the Sacrificial Sword, but White Crane Swordsmanship was the real killing technique. And now, Meng Yu was like a flying white crane, dancing within the sword light; each cut, each move was incredibly graceful, yet they seemed poised to soar into the sky. And everyone knew something else: if he took off, then his ultimate skill, Swallow Return, would slay Yuan Chengying!
As everyone watched the battle unfold, their minds worked overtime. Some of the younger spectators even fainted from dizziness, their brains unable to handle the genius of the moves unfolding before them.
Even the Foundation Establishment experts who came along were stunned by the display. Some moves seemed so clever on first glance, yet upon further thought, they realized these moves also ingeniously laid the groundwork for the next dozen or so moves.
After fully appreciating the ingenuity of a move, they'd look up only to find that another dozen had passed!
The fight continued, and Meng Yu had always been on the defensive, but everyone had a premonition that Meng Yu could win.
The next moment, a sword light pierced the sky.
It was precisely the ninety-ninth move!
"You lost," Meng Yu said.
Meng Yu sheathed his sword, bowed respectfully, "Thank you for practicing with me, for honing my swordsmanship."
...
On the other side of the city.
"Cai Hua, this skirt is nice," her best friend said, dumping bags upon a puppet beside her and intimately linking arms with Zhuge Caihua to head to the next shop.
It had to be said that the pedestrian street still had many treasures. For instance, a skirt beautiful beyond compare, adorned with specks like stars, although relatively inexpensive at only eight million. Made from the feathers of a Second Order peacock and embellished by skilled craftsmen, it was certainly wearable in public.
And there, another storage bag: a First Grade supreme one, thirty cubic meters in size, which could be carried by hand or shrunken to clip at the waist. Last time she went to the Changdong Minor World with one, it had inspired endless envy, and alas, Meng Yu not only refused to take it but also said thank you, indicating the gift was too grand, and he was not worthy of it.
Hmph, that big fool, he had glanced at her storage bag several times. Did he really think she was unaware of his desire for it?
A buzz of conversation in the distance caught Zhuge Caihua's attention.
"You profligate woman!" a man said, looking helplessly at his wife, "We agreed on five hundred thousand, but what did you do? That young man finished his service, and you gave him a million right away, thanking him profusely. You're really rich, huh? I've wanted a Flying Sword for so long but never dared to buy it."
"What's wrong? You think it's not worth it? The young man is bright and skilled; I liked him, so I gave him a million. I want to continue his services, is that wrong?" she retorted.
"I'm not saying it's wrong, I just think..." he began.
"Husband, I gave extra money because I want you to book a session too. His skills are truly exceptional, and he's a person of high standards. You should give it a try. It might be a rare opportunity, and I think even if both of us went at him together, we might not beat him..." she replied.
The conversation of this couple was so sensational that Zhuge Caiyun and her companions couldn't help but turn their heads. They had seen this couple in local news stories, and though it was regional coverage, the pair were famous Foundation Establishment cultivators.
"They're so dirty..." Cai Hua started to say, but her friend shook her head.
"Cai Hua, you've got the wrong end of the stick. I asked you to come today actually for this matter. Do you remember Meng Yu, that bastard who cut off your head? He's now on this planet. Let me take you to see some fun."
"Ah, fun? What happened?" Zhuge Caihua was momentarily stunned.
"That Meng Yu, he's become so poor he's started accepting requests. He's working at the Enforcement Hall, and apparently, he crossed someone, so he's short on resources. He's fallen so low that even when he's sent on missions, he has to pick up side jobs to earn Spirit Stones. Wouldn't you like to see how pathetic he looks now? You can go and mock him," her friend explained.
"Ah?"