Chapter 41: I Want to Attack

One day, the heart courtyard stirred with dust, and the azure-robed immortal descended with sleeves hanging.

It had to be said that Xu Xiaoshou's appearance at that moment truly resembled an immortal who had descended to the mortal world after being moved by earthly desires.

He already had striking looks and an excellent demeanor, and now, arriving with hands clasped behind his back while riding his sword, he instantly captured the hearts of countless young maidens.

“Ah, I'm dead! Xu Xiaoshou is so amazing!”

“You go die! Xu Xiaoshou is mine!”

Some young women were swooning, but many more harbored deep doubts.

“How pretentious! How can he ride a sword at Lian Ling Ba Jing?”

“Yeah, exactly! Isn't flight supposed to be an ability after comprehending Xian Tian? Could Xu Xiaoshou have suddenly enlightened to Xian Tian overnight?”

“That's impossible. Look at his aura—it's definitely just Ba Jing!”

“Wait, why is he flying so slowly?”

Someone pointed it out, and everyone watched as Xu Xiaoshou approached at a sluggish pace, their faces showing strange expressions.

Sword flight was supposed to be an elegant feat, but this speed...

I could walk faster than that!

If it weren't for the strong wind today, his clothes probably wouldn't even wrinkle.

Xu Xiaoshou had his back to the crowd, moving neither hastily nor slowly, as if only this leisurely pace could properly highlight his current state of mind.

“Just wait a bit longer…”

“Why is he facing away from us?”

Someone else uncovered the truth.

At first, people thought he was just showing off, but now they sensed something was wrong.

This guy wasn't just flying abnormally slowly—he was facing them with his back the whole time.

It was as if he couldn't fly without going backward!

On the arena platform, Mu Zixi looked up curiously, her big eyes blinking innocently. She always felt that Xu Xiaoshou was here for comic relief.

“Flying backward… Doesn't it make you dizzy?”

Xu Xiaoshou, perched on the Hei Jian, slowly turned his head while controlling “Zang Ku,” forcing a smile and waving hello to the crowd…

He felt like his neck was on the verge of a crick.

As for why he was flying backward and so slowly…

Xu Xiaoshou was screaming internally: I want to fly forward too! I want to be as fast as thunder!

But this crappy sword technique won't allow it!

After tinkering all night, he realized that this junk black sword only had strong spiritual energy when its tip was pointed at him.

He had no idea why, but as soon as the tip turned away, he couldn't control it anymore.

After hundreds of attempts, he finally gave up struggling.

Then, after barely managing to stand on the black sword and trying to fly out of the courtyard, he ended up crashing headfirst into a house.

Faced with this reverse sword flight technique, Xu Xiaoshou was completely baffled.

With no other choice, he had to flip his body around so that “Zang Ku” could carry him forward properly.

It had taken him over an hour to fly from the courtyard to Chu Yun Peak.

During that hour of flight, he finally understood there was a new way to feel dizzy.

Sword sickness!

“Ugh!”

Xu Xiaoshou suppressed the urge to vomit and casually waved in response, acting as if nothing was wrong.

Although the process was painful, the gains were quite substantial.

“Received admiration, Passive Value +664.”

“Received admiration, Passive Value +882.”

“Received envy, Passive Value +441.”

“Received envy, Passive Value +261.”

“…”

This journey had at least contributed over four thousand Passive Values, not including those from the junior brothers and sisters he passed along the way.

Of course, those were the earlier records.

Now, the information panel showed…

“Received doubt, Passive Value +563.”

“Received mockery, Passive Value +446.”

“Received contempt, Passive Value +337.”

“…”

Hmm, the Passive Value had surged by another two thousand or so.

As for the details…

Heh, no need to worry about that—as long as he got Passive Values, it was good.

Xu Xiaoshou forced a smile and mentally blurred out the first half of the information panel.

Below, Xiao Qixiu was starting to feel dizzy just watching. What could he say about this Xu Xiaoshou?

At first, when he saw the guy, he almost couldn't resist yelling at him to come down.

But on closer inspection, this kid had only just grasped the basics of “Jian Qi Tong Ling” yesterday, and overnight, he had learned to use it!

This was sheer genius!

He had only seen such talent in Su Qianqian before.

Sure, the way he used it was a bit jaw-dropping…

But “reverse sword flight” was still sword flight, wasn't it?

However, after waiting forever, the kid still hadn't come down and was busy greeting the crowd…

Had he not even heard that his first match was starting?

“Xu Xiaoshou, get down here and compete!” Xiao Qixiu finally roared.

Xu Xiaoshou glanced down and jumped in fright, nearly losing control of his sword.

Whoa, that's high!

“I'm coming, I'm coming, almost there…”

The audience was in stitches—not from the fights, but because Xu Xiaoshou's appearances always brought so much laughter.

“I can't take it anymore. I thought someone was showing off by flying on a sword, but it's just ‘reverse sword flight technique.’ Ha ha ha!”

“He probably can't turn around. Oh no, my stomach hurts from laughing.”

“Xu Xiaoshou, hang in there! You're almost at the barrier—stay steady!”

“Received encouragement, Passive Value +1.”

Xu Xiaoshou perked up—someone was actually encouraging him. Excited, he sped up and charged toward the barrier.

Smack!

Clang!

That nightmare sound, which had occurred thousands of times the night before, rang out again.

Due to the acceleration, Xu Xiaoshou slammed into the barrier in a spread-eagle position, and the black sword bounced off with a clang and fell.

“Received mockery, Passive Value +224.”

“Received mockery, Passive Value +446.”

“Received mockery, Passive Value +654.”

Xu Xiaoshou: “…”

Below, Mu Zixi clutched her twin ponytails, her little face tilted up as she watched and burst out laughing.

Seeing Xu Xiaoshou slowly slide down the barrier wall from mid-air, she couldn't help shouting, “Fengyun Ling!”

“You don't have the token—how are you getting in!”

“Hey, can you hear me out there…”

Of course, the outside could hear the sounds from the arena, and even if they couldn't, plenty of spectators were yelling “Fengyun Ling.”

Xu Xiaoshou awkwardly pulled the token from his ring and entered the barrier.

As he watched the “received mockery” messages finally stop flooding his information panel, he let out a sigh of relief.

I got too cocky!

Next time, I have to make sure before trying sword flight!

Xiao Qixiu glared at him angrily, and Xu Xiaoshou responded with an apologetic look before turning to Mu Zixi and saying, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Ha ha, you're so funny!”

“Received praise, Passive Value +1.”

Xu Xiaoshou: “…”

Is that really praise? It feels more like mockery!

“Prepare to regulate your breathing!”

Xiao Qixiu raised his right hand, and instantly, everyone stopped joking and got serious.

This was the semifinals, after all—even if the start was comical, the match would be exciting and worth learning from.

The audience fell silent in an instant.

“The match begins!”

Xu Xiaoshou instantly turned serious, flicking his fingers to send sword intent surging forth as several sword lights shot toward Mu Zixi.

He followed closely behind, closing in for close combat.

Mu Zixi faced the incoming sword lights without a hint of fear, tossing her twin ponytails behind her and dimpling her cheeks with a light smile.

“Xu Xiaoshou, be careful, okay!”

“I'm attacking now!”