Chapter 479: Defeat the Drunken Sword Immortal!
"Teach me swordsmanship?"
Shen Anyu chuckled inwardly at the words. He possessed Divine Swordsmanship; any sword technique he saw, he would instantly master, becoming proficient in it and understanding everything through one skill. Even the Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, was not qualified to teach him swordsmanship.
"Sword Immortal, coincidentally, I also know swordsmanship. How about we have a match?"
Shen Anyu looked at the Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, and smiled slightly, already intending to subdue him. If he couldn't be subdued, then he would be killed. If he couldn't be used by him, then he was an enemy.
From Long Hao's desperate search for the Wine Sword Immortal, it was clear that Nie Yun's future achievements would be monumental, very likely reaching the Land Immortal stage. Such an existence was a walking catalyst, a figure who could single-handedly shift the balance of power in the world. For Shen Anyu, the path forward was brutally simple: Nie Yun would either become a loyal asset or a corpse. There was no third option.
"You? Compete with me?"
When Shen Anyu's challenge fell upon the air, the Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, was genuinely taken aback, his expression a mixture of surprise and astonishment. He had to admit, the technique Shen Anyu used to neutralize Long Hao moments ago was impressive, a subtle yet profound application of force. But he was Nie Yun, the Wine Sword Immortal, a name universally recognized as one of the top ten strongest martial artists in all of Yanxia. In the specific discipline of swordsmanship, he stood at the apex. No one alive dared to claim they could defeat him with a blade.
And now, this young junior, barely out of his teens, had the audacity to challenge him to a sword duel?
A flicker of irritation crossed Nie Yun's features, his expression turning a bit sour. This wasn't just confidence; it was a blatant disregard for his status and decades of hard-earned mastery. It was an insult.
"If you win against me, whatever fine wine or good wine you want to drink, I'll pay for it all," Shen Anyu said with a light, dismissive chuckle, as if dangling a simple treat before a child.
"It's a deal!" The Wine Sword Immortal's eyes instantly lit up, the perceived slight vanishing from his mind as if it had never been there. All thoughts of reputation and seniority were immediately eclipsed by the glorious promise of unlimited, high-quality alcohol. He no longer cared about being looked down upon and eagerly gestured for Shen Anyu to begin, urging him to make his move quickly, a desperate glint in his eyes, as if he feared the young man would retract the magnificent offer.
Watching this abrupt shift, Liu Ruyan, Ye Liyou, Yang Luoluo, Situ Yueying, and the other women couldn't help but let traces of amusement dance in their beautiful eyes. They had heard countless legends of the elusive and powerful Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, a figure of myth and reverence. They had never expected the man himself to be such a shameless, incorrigible wine fanatic.
Meanwhile, Long Hao, his face a ghastly, pale mask of despair, watched the scene unfold with a venomous sneer twisting his lips. 'This is the Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun!' he screamed in his mind, his voice trapped by Shen Anyu's psychic bindings. 'A peerless genius who will one day contend with Sword God Ye Linyuan himself! An existence who truly embodies the title of Sword Immortal!' He seethed with a bitter, internal glee. 'Shen Anyu, with your meager ability, you are simply asking for a world of humiliation! You will be crushed!'
Shen Anyu's peripheral vision swept over Long Hao's contorted expression, but he paid the man no mind. The reincarnator's only remaining value was the library of memories locked within his skull. Soon, Shen Anyu would perform a soul-search, plunder every last secret from his future knowledge, and then grant him the mercy of a quick death. He would be reunited with his family in the afterlife, a complete set, no longer adding the slightest bit of trouble to Shen Anyu's world.
Bound by an invisible cage of psychic power, Long Hao found he couldn't speak a word or move a muscle. His feet lifted unnaturally from the ground, floating an inch above the polished floors like a tormented ghost as he was forced to follow Shen Anyu and his entourage to the expansive training grounds of Jiangjing Manor.
As soon as they arrived at the training grounds, an open-air arena cast from reinforced, specialized cement, the Wine Sword Immortal, Nie Yun, impatiently waved a hand at Shen Anyu.
"Junior, you make the first move, and I, old Nie, will counter."
'I should give him some face,' Nie Yun thought to himself, a drunken slur to his inner voice. 'Can't beat him too badly, otherwise, I won't get my wine. Just a little lesson will do.'
As for Long Hao, who was frantically trying to catch his eye from the sidelines, winking and gesturing with a desperate intensity, Nie Yun paid him no attention at all. Besides the twin pillars of his existence—fine wine and the peerless sword—other matters were just tedious noise. It was probably some personal grudge, a tangled affair of revenge or betrayal. What did any of that have to do with him?
Trouble. It was all just trouble. He hated trouble more than anything. Far better to focus on the wine.
Shen Anyu was not one for false modesty. He offered a slight nod, making no move to utilize his Qi Refining Stage magical power or the overwhelming advantage of his Divine-level super-skills. He would rely purely on the raw, terrifying physical strength of his Heavenly Human body, channeled through the flawless techniques of his Divine Swordsmanship.
In a flash, the Qinghong Sword in his hand vanished. It reappeared in the air, its movement like a startled swan taking flight beyond the heavens, its trajectory as traceless and unpredictable as a gazelle hanging by its horns. The blade carved an impossible, esoteric arc through space, aimed directly at the Wine Sword Immortal's throat.
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