Chapter 787: Ximen Chuixue

In the small garden behind the courtyard, Kai Xin and Ren Jie met Ximen Chuixue, who was waiting there. Just as they had seen in his past life, he appeared very young, looking around thirty years old. Dressed in snow-white robes, his profile showed determination and pride, with arched eyebrows like clouds. Upon hearing their footsteps, his gaze sharpened like a sword before quickly returning to its usual indifferent state as he continued to polish his long, slender sword with delicate movements, seemingly fully immersed in the task, giving the impression of someone who cherished his sword deeply.
This was Ximen Chuixue—the legendary swordmaster closest to a god, utterly devoted to the art of swordsmanship!
The faint scent of herbs filled the air, bringing Kai Xin a sense of tranquility. Truly, this was the dwelling place of a peerless swordmaster—quite interesting.
“Master.”
Ren Jie stepped forward two steps and began to speak, but Ximen Chuixue interrupted him without even turning around, raising a hand to silence him. “Continue practicing your sword skills.”
His hoarse voice carried an inexplicable magnetism as it echoed softly in the courtyard, imbued with an authority that left no room for refusal. Ren Jie nodded without hesitation, saying, “Yes,” before turning to leave.
Ximen Chuixue said nothing more and focused solely on polishing his sword until it shone brightly. Only then did he carefully sheath it.
Kai Xin stood quietly aside, not disturbing him. He noticed that Ximen Chuixue’s sword scabbard was quite ordinary, black in color, slightly longer than ordinary scabbards, roughly the same length as the Guardian Sword.
After sheathing his sword, Ximen Chuixue still remained silent. Instead, he slowly walked over to a rack nearby filled with various herbs, sorting through them with a serious expression, his gaze lowered.
Kai Xin couldn’t help but follow him.
“You’re not bad at parrying Ren Jie’s sword techniques.”
“Senior Ximen, you flatter me,” Kai Xin said humbly in front of Ximen Chuixue, knowing this was a true master of the mythic realm, not some mediocre fighter like Jin Jiu or Yin Shi.
“The sword techniques of the Murong family are quite good. It’s a shame I’ve never had the chance to see them in action.” Ximen Chuixue showed no reaction to Kai Xin’s presence, continuing to sort the herbs as if chatting. “I haven’t fought anyone in a long time. Since you can parry my inept disciple’s strike, you should be able to withstand half of my sword power. Dare you fight me?”
Kai Xin showed a slight look of surprise and bowed, clasping his hands. “I am deeply grateful for your willingness to teach me, senior…”
Ding!
System prompt:

“By accepting Ximen Chuixue’s guidance and surviving three attacks, you can gain his favor. If you successfully withstand all three attacks, it will trigger a mission to investigate the ‘Heavenly Pool Sword Order’… Failure means death!”
“…”
Hearing the system’s prompt, Happy’s eyes suddenly tightened in worry.
Failure… death?!
At that moment, Ximen Chuixue finally raised his head, showing a hint of approval: “It’s been a long time since anyone came to challenge me. Truly, the young are fearless. The martial world speaks of an extraordinary talent from the Murong family. Today, let me see just how strong you really are. Don’t worry; I won’t use my full strength either. I’ll only use half of it, delivering three attacks… Watch closely!”
He raised his voice on the last sentence.
As soon as he finished speaking, Happy’s brows immediately furrowed as he sensed an unprecedented threat and oppressive pressure emanating from Ximen Chuixue!
Ximen Chuixue’s hand had somehow rested on the hilt of his sword…
A strong sense of crisis felt like an invisible hand squeezing Happy’s breath!
Panicked, Happy didn’t hesitate—his Guardian Sword came into his hands, and a brilliant light burst forth from it…
Whoosh!!
The dazzling snowflakes and the blinding light intertwined in the air.
Happy’s speed, his explosive attacks, and his rapid retreat all happened in one seamless motion. If Ren Jie were here, he would be utterly astonished—because Happy’s sudden speed was definitely on par with his own!
In the blink of an eye, the blinding light disappeared like melting snow, while the bright snowflakes rushed forward like lightning…
But!
The Imperial Extreme Shock Technique wasn’t an ordinary attack.
As a secret skill, a small silver dragon rushed headlong into the cluster of snowflakes to counteract it.
“Not bad!” Ximen Chuixue rarely praised anyone, but before he could finish speaking, he noticed that after drawing his sword, Happy had delivered eighteen consecutive slashes in an instant.
Each sword strike made no sound, moving as fast as lightning and reaching Ximen Chuixue’s face in the blink of an eye…
A look of surprise finally flashed in the latter’s eyes.
Such fast swords!
He naturally didn’t know that the moment he showed signs of attacking, as indicated by the system, Happy had already entered full combat mode.
Facing a being at the Mythical realm, Happy didn’t dare show the slightest carelessness.
The eighteen swift slashes not only covered all of Ximen Chuixue’s possible evasion paths but also combined with the wall behind him to form a trap.
The moment they attacked, it was with an unstoppable force of destruction.

“Excellent swordsmanship!”
Xi Men Chui Xue’s eyes blazed with an unprecedented fighting spirit. His long sword sent out a series of icy slashes, effortlessly destroying all of Happy’s attacks in midair.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Amidst the continuous ringing sounds, the sparks of electricity scattered instantly!
Xi Men Chui Xue didn’t hold back anymore. Moving like the wind and swift as lightning, he combined the momentum from his shattered sword strikes with his own body, turning into a snow-white afterimage as he unleashed his final sword strike.
It was like a streak of cold light piercing through the dissipating sparks…
By then, Happy had already closed his eyes and quickly formed seals with his hands. Facing Xi Men Chui Xue’s icy sword strike, he managed to bring together his three fingers, releasing a sword energy filled with destructive power.
Three Dragon Sword Energy!!
Under Happy’s heightened spiritual perception, the Three Dragon Sword Energy happened to collide with Xi Men Chui Xue’s sword strike that emerged from the shattered sparks…
Boom!!!!
A fierce wind swept through the courtyard. Xi Men Chui Xue stood at the center of the clash, his clothes flapping wildly, his feet unmoving. Yet the shattered sword strikes severely destroyed the medicine rack behind him, leaving the backyard in chaos.
Happy let out a groan and staggered back several steps before managing to steady himself. His chest heaved violently, his face pale, as he gasped for breath. Yet his eyes shone with surprise and excitement.
Releasing the “Three Dragon Sword Energy” had already left him extremely weak, but thanks to the protection of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he managed to hold on.
“Senior Xi Men, Happy has managed to withstand the three sword strikes as promised…”
Xi Men Chui Xue’s expression of shock lasted for a few seconds before he sighed. “For the final strike, I couldn’t help but use 70% of my strength. I didn’t expect you to be able to block it unharmed. No wonder you could easily defeat my worthless disciple…” With that, he bent down, picked up a small grass stem from the chaotic ground, and threw it at Happy. “Eat this. It will heal your internal injuries. Ren Jie said you wanted to see me earlier. Now, speak.”