Chapter 28: The Ragged Youngster

  "Hey, wait up there, young man!"

  It felt like someone was shouting behind him, Long Tianyu looked around left and right on the street, it seemed that he was the only young man there, because the street he walked on basically sold women's things.

  "Are you calling me?" Long Tianyu turned around to find an old man with white hair and a youthful face, floating down on the Clear Wind magic.

  Long Tianyu was slightly startled and took a closer look, surprisingly it was Old Man Gu Yu!

  "Is that you, young friend? Do you have some free time? Come with me to the teahouse for a chat?" The old man from Gu Yu revealed a warm smile, just like a lollipop enticing a child back home.

  "No time!"

  The old man of the ancient domain was stunned, he had lived for so many years and it was still the first time he was rejected! If other swordsmen knew that Long Tianyu had refused the old man of the ancient domain in this way, he would definitely be pierced by ten thousand swords.

  "My young friend, what's on your mind? Don't hesitate to speak out, and I'll help you take care of it. Then we can continue." The old man's benevolent smile was comforting, but also carried a hint of "if you don't follow me, I'll drag this out with you".

  But Long Tianyu's words almost made the old man over 700 years old have an impulse to hit the wall, "No need, I want to go and take a look. If you help me with it, then there's no fun in it. Taking a peek is about secretly looking at beautiful women, that's where the flavor is!"

  "So young and already the Sword King, yet worried about not having a woman?"

  The old man of the ancient domain thought for a moment, and then smiled again. What Long Tianyu said was also somewhat normal. After all, when he was young, he was also quite charming and elegant.

  "Old man, if you have something to say, just say it. I'll whisper to you that I'm a bit interested in your granddaughter, Feng Xinyao. For her sake, I'll spare a few seconds of my time to glance at you."

  The old man from the ancient domain almost sprained his waist, this was the first time, being told that he was looking at his own granddaughter... face-savingly, he slapped himself, "Hmph! Have I lived in vain for 700 years?!"

  Suddenly, he became interested in this kid. The emperors of various countries all showed great respect to Gu Yu, especially Long Yan's kid was extremely polite to Gu Yu, almost like a father.

  "Little friend, I'm just asking, what's your master's name?"

  "Master? None!" Long Tianyu thought for a moment, indeed he didn't have a master. The Sword King of the imperial palace had guided him when he was young, but that didn't count as a master!

  "Little friend, who taught you the Snow Dragon Step?"

  Long Tianyu's eyebrows furrowed for a moment before relaxing again, but Gu Yu still caught a glimpse of something, "This kid really knows!"

  "What's Snow Dragon Step? Never heard of it!"

  Jian Long Tian Yu wanted to leave, but Gu Yu Lao Ren was not willing to miss this opportunity to ask questions. He immediately targeted his weakness and said: "Young friend, why don't you come to my humble abode as a guest? The Feng Yun Banquet of the Wind Heaven Sect is renowned throughout the land, and Xuan Yao will also be there."

  As expected, Long Tianyu's heart skipped a beat when he heard Feng Xiyao. His motto was "I'm a rogue, who am I afraid of?" Going to the Wind Heaven Sect, he wasn't afraid. But he feared that this old man, who had lived for 700 years, would be an enemy of Xuefei if he accidentally mentioned it. Who knew what kind of power this old man's Wind Heaven Sect possessed? Moreover, in Long Tianyu's heart, the mature and beautiful Xuefei was just a ninth-tier peak swordmaster.

  "Old man, I'll have dinner at your place next time. I remembered I still have something to do today, so I won't keep you company any longer." With a flash of yellow energy, the old man from Gu Yu was also stunned, although he had guessed that this young man was not ordinary, but he didn't expect him to be a rare Fire-type Sword King.

  "Fire-type sword king! And a speed that surpasses even the wind system! How many more surprising skills does this kid have?"

  Feng Gu's domain was meticulously refined, a young man with fire-type swordsmanship that far surpassed wind-type swordsmen. With careful nurturing, he would at least become a Sword Emperor, which would be a significant help. Moreover, there was also the Xue Long Step, which only one person knew in the past 500 years, and fewer than ten people were aware of this step.

  "Could it be? Is he the apprentice of a great man? But all the great men have passed away for many years, could it be that they left behind a scroll?" With many doubts, Old Man Gu Yu shook his head and departed on the wind.

  …………

  Every day a battle, Long Tianyu's dog shit luck still attached, not even a swordsman encountered, but he didn't idle around, fighting is necessary, can also observe some masters' routines, know yourself and others, hundred battles no harm.

  Thinking back to those glorious days, wearing bell-bottom pants, walking in kitten heels, entering the women's restroom, selling diapers on the street. Now afraid of being recognized, can only wear a conical hat to cover up my handsome face that makes people and gods both angry.

  Long Tianyu discovered that apart from the Empire and the sects, there were also some scattered strong individuals. For example, a first-class fire-system magician wearing a windbreaker and a conical hat! Moreover, judging by her majestic chest, everyone knew she was a woman, with golden hair hanging down, emitting infinite temptation.

  There is another swordsman named Wú Míng, this person is highly valued by Lóng Tiān Yǔ, who cannot see through him at all. It can be confirmed that he is at least an eighth-tier Sword King. After many matches, his attributes have not been seen, and all his opponents have been knocked down with a single move.

  Of course, Long Tianyu also saw his friend Chen Yingchuan, the fifth-grade earth sword king, who was gentle as jade and had a bit of a heroic air about him. As soon as he let out a majestic aura, his opponent would run away in fear.

  Up to now, the tournament has entered the top 1500 stage. All swordsmen below the eighth rank have been eliminated. Now the remaining ones are at least not those mediocre characters, and there is a bright spot.

  "Post 8! Post 88 to Post 75!"

  Hearing his name being called, Long Tianyu left No. 1 court, saying he wanted to quickly settle the match and go watch Feng Xinyao's game.

  Rushed onto platform eight, this time the opponent isn't bad! He's a seventh-tier earth-system magician, wearing an earth-colored magic robe, just like a lump of mud (only he thinks so).

  "Add oil, Autumn Wind brother!" The voice of Murong Qingyue came from below the stage, and with her cheering and jumping action, the majestic chest fluctuated up and down, revealing the evil nature of many young men, and many more bumped into the wall.

  "Qīng Yuè Jiě Jie, come watch me compete!"

  On the stage below, Murong Qingyue's hand was pulled by a slender hand, and a purple figure stood beside her. Behind them, imperial guards stood in a row, controlling the crowd of "followers" behind.

  This is indeed Murong Xueyi! Looking around, among the 500,000 to 600,000 spectators, about half of them are leaning towards Murong Xueyi, just to catch a glimpse of her elegance. The fourth-row seats in the bronze coin viewing platform, which originally cost one copper coin, were sold for 100 gold coins! This is a price increase of ten thousand times!

  "Look at the beautiful girl sister brought today! How are you going to thank sister? Xueyi is the number one beauty of our Tianlong Empire, this little rascal must know that."

  Murong Xueyi concentrated her mind and looked at Long Tianyu, a first-class demon master! She was one level higher than Long Tianyu. After careful observation, she saw through Long Tianyu's level. In order to get the better of Long Tianyu, the two sisters came up with a plan to use their beauty to lure him in.

  "A first-rate Fire Sword King! How formidable, Qing Yue sister, your younger brother is not simple!" Murong Xueyi whispered to Murong Qingyue.

  "King of Swords! How is that possible! He's only fifteen years old! And a rare Fire-type too!" Murong Qingyue covered her small mouth, looking at Long Tianyu in incredulity. After all, even the Sword Emperor, Kuroki, was eighteen when he became the King of Swords.

  The match began, and the magician was cautious, first casting a fourth-level magic 'Earth Shield', also known as the 'Small Earth Escape'.

  When he raised his head to look at Long Tianyu fifty meters away, he found that no one was there.

  "Where did he go?"

  "Are you talking about me?" Long Tianyu's voice sounded like a ghostly whisper behind the mage.

  "Ah!" The magician jumped down.

  "Go down!" Long Tianyu's sword hadn't even been drawn, a horizontal strike, a kick to the ground, and the poor magician rolled off the stage.

  Clean and neat, without leaving a single trace, even the referee was stunned. This kid's speed was only seen as a black shadow, and when he looked closely, he jumped in fright - Fire Sword King!

  "What a fast speed! That ragged little boy has at least the strength of a fifth-grade sword master, and it's very likely that he is a wind-type."

  "I can see at least eight levels!"

  Under the stage, the person who previously said that Long Tianyu was wearing disgusting clothes is gone, and has been replaced by someone who gave Long Tianyu a nickname, calling him "Ragged Little Boy!"

  That's the power of strength. If you're a Sword Saint, even if you're covered in shit, emperors and nobles will still "rub shoulders" with you, sticking to you like glue.

  "Feng Xinyao's match has begun." Someone in the audience shouted, and almost everyone rushed over, including Long Tianyu.

  "Autumn wind! How about accompanying sister and Murong beauty to the wine house for a drink?" Murong Qingyue's eyes sparkled, and the young man beside her was almost enchanted.

  Murong Xueyi didn't say a word, her face cold and proud as she stared at Long Tianyu.

  "Alright, alright, alright......" Long Tianyu suddenly stuck out his tongue and made a silly face at Murong Xueyi, like a child whining to their older sister, before turning around and hastily leaving for the number one stage.

  "This is strange! My brother is usually a ladies' man, but why did he become shy when he saw a real beauty today?" A huge question mark appeared above Murong Qingyue's head.

  Murong Xueyi remained silent, but took an interest in this autumn wind, a competitive interest. However, in her eyes, she seemed to feel a few points of familiarity, as if she had seen it before, but couldn't quite recall what it was.

  On high platform.

  "That old man is indeed very powerful, he's definitely a target for recruitment!"

  The speaker was Feng Tianzong's guardian, Feng Hun. A fourth-stage wind-type sword master, he too was curious about Long Tianyu's speed.

  And Long Tianyu is only 16 years old this year, with unlimited prospects!

  "You still want me to say? I went yesterday!"

  "What's the outcome? Domain old."

  "He nearly gave me a heart attack! This kid actually said that he's only talking to me because of Xi Yao, otherwise he wouldn't even bother with me!"

  "What!" Feng Hun's jaw almost dropped to the ground, now even if it was a Sword Saint strongman, seeing Yuan Lao wouldn't dare be like this, "This little guy actually ate leopard gall!"

  "Either you discipline him, or I'll go teach this young whippersnapper a lesson."

  The old man from the ancient domain raised his hand and knocked on Feng Hun's head, "You're already a hundred years old, but you're still arguing with a child like a kid, are you ashamed or not?"

  In front of Yuan Lao, Feng Hun is a junior and doesn't dare to resist or even think about it, he has to admit his mistake, just like a child writing a letter of guarantee.

  "Fenghun, you go and keep an eye on that autumn wind. If he gets into trouble, lend a hand when necessary, got it?"

  "Yes!" With a flash of wind shadow, Fengyun disappeared on the spot.