Jiang Poyue's face turned unspeakably ugly, a humiliation for someone as proud as he was.
He refused to believe that Enforcer Yang was at the Condensation Pill Realm, nor could he accept that someone at that realm could surpass him.
Yet he knew all too well that in such a place, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Enforcer Yang couldn't possibly be lying to him.
Such a lie would be exposed on the spot.
If the other party dared to claim it, then it must be true!
A cultivator at the Condensation Pill Realm had actually achieved Sword Soul. He had foolishly challenged such a person.
Jiang Poyue clenched his fists tightly, and after a moment, he looked up with a determined tone, "Condensation Pill Realm, I too shall achieve Sword Soul!"
Enforcer Yang showed no expression and did not respond, silently stepping down from the Heaven-Connecting Platform.
Jiang Poyue's clenched fists did not relax; his nails dug into his flesh, but he showed no reaction, walking back to the crowd of the Kunlun Sword Sect with a vacant gaze.
The literary competition ended there.
What was scheduled for three days ended in just one.
Below the Heaven-Connecting Platform, Meng Fan shrugged his shoulders, twisted his neck, and loosened his joints.
"Let's go, it's over!" he said to Liu Yanping.
Still in shock, Liu Yanping hadn't fully recovered. She said somewhat helplessly, ""Everyone is human, Why are there so many talents among people?"
Meng Fan nodded, "This Enforcer Yang is indeed a terrifying talent."
He had thought that He Ying was already a rare talent of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.
Now it seemed he was still ignorant.
The Shu Mountain Sword Sect truly lived up to its reputation, a top sect with profound depth.
He was confident that without using his cultivation level, he could defeat Jiang Poyue with sword technique, but he couldn't surpass Enforcer Yang!
There is always someone better!
Suddenly, Liu Yanping said, "This Enforcer Yang is also quite young, and handsome too."
Meng Fan rolled his eyes, "And then?"
Liu Yanping continued, "Then I think, he is my future husband!"
At her words, Meng Fan was struck dumb with jealousy, no longer bothering to engage with Liu Yanping.
One could imagine, if this young lady were born on Earth, she would definitely be the leader of a star's fan club, the kind that loses all reason.
No, not just one star, but many!
Because this young lady switched her affections too quickly.
Shaking his head, Meng Fan cast aside these messy emotions and prepared to return to the Sword Pavilion.
Honestly, the past two days of sword watching had greatly advanced his skills, his accumulation in the Sword Technique was astonishing.
It was comparable to a month spent studying in the Scripture Pavilion.
This was the difference between written records and live practice; a novel might have millions of words, but when adapted into a live-action TV series, it's at most 40 episodes.
Much more efficient!
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On his way back to the Sword Pavilion, Meng Fan passed through a peach grove.
Shu Mountain was vast, and having a peach grove was not an exaggeration. Many young male and female disciples liked to come here for elegance and romance because it was beautiful.
Meng Fan also often passed by this peach grove, as it lay on the path from the Sword Pavilion to the Scripture Pavilion.
But he had never stopped here; his pace of life was actually quite fast.
However, today he stopped in the peach grove, because he saw someone.
Jiang Poyue!
Given Jiang Poyue's current popularity, many would take notice of him, and Meng Fan was no exception.
He was curious, why was Jiang Poyue in this peach grove?
Even more curious was that opposite Jiang Poyue was a woman.
A female disciple dressed in the attire of an Inner Sect Disciple of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect!
This inevitably ignited the gossip fire in one's heart.
Everyone has a love for gossip, and Meng Fan was no exception.
Especially when it came to a "public figure" like Jiang Poyue, one naturally becomes more curious.
"Jiang , you promised to take me away from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, to join you at the Kunlun Sword Sect. Why are you going back on your word now, leaving me behind?" The female disciple's face was pale, her eyes brimming with tears, pitiful.
But Jiang Poyue said coldly, "I am a disciple of the Kunlun Sword Sect, and you are a disciple of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect. We are not the same kind of people. How can you be so naive?"
"But last night, you didn't say that. You clearly…"
Jiang Poyue interrupted her, his tone cold, "We're not children. You took polite words seriously?"
The female disciple turned pale, her whole being seemed to lose its vitality, and she looked at Jiang Poyue in disbelief, "You were deceiving me last night, how could you lie to me? I gave myself to you, and today you turn your back on me?"
Jiang Poyue frowned, annoyed, "It was consensual, calling it deception is a bit too much, isn't it?"
"I'm too much? You actually say I'm too much?" The female disciple trembled, too angry to speak, only able to repeat herself.
Jiang Poyue was indifferent, too lazy to waste more words.
The female disciple pointed at Jiang Poyue with trembling fingers, her tone filled with pain, "Are you trying to drive me to death?"
"You and I only met for a day, and you came to my room on your own initiative. Now you're talking about life and death, pretending to be pure and clean for whom?" Jiang Poyue was merciless, his tone extremely cruel.
At this moment, it was time to cut the mess quickly. He was just bored at the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and casually hooked up with a female disciple for fun.
After it was over, being ruthless to let the female disciple give up was also for her own good.
To prevent her from pining for him!
Jiang Poyue felt his choice was out of kindness.
"You… you…" The woman was so humiliated by Jiang Poyue that she was speechless.
She was in utter despair at this moment, especially seeing many fellow disciples of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect around her.
All watching her make a spectacle of herself!
This humiliation almost stopped her heart, her soul trembling.
"You liar, you're spouting nonsense, I'd rather die than suffer this humiliation!!!" The female disciple's face was ashen, devoid of the will to live, and she suddenly pulled the hairpin from her head, stabbing it towards her heart.
Many who noticed the female disciple changed their expressions.
Meng Fan's heart skipped a beat, wanting to rush over to stop her.
But it was futile, for he was too far away to prevent it.
However, Meng Fan quickly calmed down, because Jiang Poyue stood right in front of the female disciple. With Jiang Poyue's ability, he could easily prevent her suicide.
But… The next second, the female disciple's hairpin pierced her own heart, blood gushing out.
The female disciple lay on the ground, a tragic blood flower blooming on her chest, like a blood-red Lycoris radiata!
Meng Fan frowned, his gaze towards Jiang Poyue ice-cold.
Jiang Poyue had the full capability to prevent the female disciple's suicide, but he just watched coldly and did not intervene.
It was deliberate.
Meng Fan had already felt that Jiang Poyue was not a good person, showing obvious excitement when competing with women in swordsmanship, a typical tendency for domestic violence.
Turns out, this guy was even worse than imagined!
Unfortunately, this situation would definitely end up being brushed off by Jiang Poyue.
Not to mention this world, even on Earth, Jiang Poyue wouldn't face any severe punishment.
After all, failing to save someone isn't considered a crime!
This Inner Sect Female Disciple of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, she committed suicide, and you can't say that Jiang Poyue killed her.
Although emotionally, Jiang Poyue could indeed be considered the murderer, because it was his playfulness and deceit that killed the female disciple.
But this kind of deceit, you can't say it's fraud.
Deceiving feelings can only be condemned morally!
Meng Fan watched Jiang Poyue coldly, feeling somewhat angry.
While Jiang Poyue looked at the female disciple's body coldly, his face devoid of any expression, extremely indifferent.
The female disciple died because of him, and he showed no sign of regret from beginning to end.
He felt, the female disciple deserved to die!
This was no longer a matter of being heartless or not.
Meng Fan closed his eyes, and after a while, he sighed and then opened his eyes.
Jiang Poyue had already disappeared, not knowing where he went.
The female disciple's body was still lying on the ground.
Moments later, an enforcer from the Enforcement Hall arrived in the peach grove and took the female disciple's body away.
Meng Fan saw Enforcer Yang, who had just defeated Jiang Poyue on the Heaven-Connecting Platform. This guy was one of the enforcers of the Enforcement Hall.
Looking at Enforcer Yang, Meng Fan suddenly felt an uncontrollable sense of powerlessness.
Because he felt too weak, if he had the strength of Enforcer Yang, then even from such a distance, he might have been able to save the female disciple.
Even if he couldn't save the woman, when he was angry just now, he could have killed Jiang Poyue to vent and keep his mind clear.
Unfortunately, he was too weak!
He could only watch as Jiang Poyue left, without the ability or courage to stop him.
Oh, he had his eyes closed just now.
Haha, it seems even more pathetic!
Pitiful.
Powerless.
Meng Fan clenched his fists tightly, to be honest, he really felt very uncomfortable and angry at the moment.
Although this matter had nothing to do with him, he felt very frustrated.
All along, Meng Fan had been proud of his supreme talent in Sword Dao Transcendence!
To be honest, he was inflated and somewhat looked down on others.
Because he believed that as long as he was given time, he would eventually become an invincible figure of his generation.
But at this moment, Meng Fan clearly felt his own incompetence.
His pride all this time was just imagined strength, in reality, he was still weak!
The strength he possessed at this moment, the cultivation level he had now, that was the true strength.
The strength in imagination, the future he anticipated, were all a joke.
To say the least, if Jiang Poyue had made a move against him just now, he might already be a corpse!
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