Chapter 2565

Mo Ling'er glanced at Qian Huansheng and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. "Losing is losing. I, Mo Ling'er, am not someone who cannot accept defeat."

Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Look, you have already beaten me. Why not marry me?"

Qian Huansheng frowned slightly. He turned to the Immortal Emperor and said, "Immortal Emperor, Azure Sovereign Gate has won this round, correct?"

The Immortal Emperor nodded. "Indeed, Azure Sovereign Gate has won."

Having won, Qian Huansheng did not stay long. He left the platform directly, as if he had not heard Mo Ling'er’s words.

Seeing this, Mo Ling'er pouted. Mo Tianyou sighed deeply. "Ling'er, come down. Do not delay the next match."

Mo Ling'er turned and returned to the Mo Gate area. Seeing Mo Tianyou’s dissatisfied expression, she said讨好ly, "Brother, do not worry. I am not in danger."

"I am not worried," Mo Tianyou said directly. "I think your injuries are not severe enough. It would be better if they were more serious, so you would not cause trouble."

Mo Ling'er pouted. "Brother, you are really something. I just wanted to pick a husband. Why make such a big deal out of it?"

"You have been picking husbands since five hundred years ago. Every time, you cause chaos. Mo Ling'er, can you grow up a little?"

Mo Tianyou felt that being her brother was truly difficult. How could she have such a sister? Every time she caused trouble, she had to help clean up the mess.

Mo Ling'er stuck out her tongue. "I know. I will not do this in the future."

Mo Tianyou sighed. She was her sister after all, so she could not bear to scold her harshly. "After we return, go into seclusion and reflect for fifty years."

"Oh." Mo Ling'er nodded, but in her heart, she was already plotting other schemes.

Zhu Yanyi watched Qian Huansheng leave and whispered to Yan Aohan, "It seems Qian Huansheng has quite a few unwanted romantic entanglements."

Yan Aohan smiled lightly. "It does not matter, as long as they are not our unwanted entanglements." Yan Aohan looked at the situation on the stage and added, "Besides, Qian Huansheng is not young anymore. Perhaps these unwanted entanglements will eventually turn into a proper romance."

Zhu Yanyi snorted. "If Qian Huansheng were someone so easily shaken, she would not have ignored Lingshu’s feelings."

Emotions are the hardest to control, but every emotion is different for everyone. If Qian Huansheng were truly moved by such feelings, he would not have only sibling affection for Lingshu.

Hong Lian held her sword and walked up slowly. Each step was very steady. She walked to the center of the platform and waited for the disciple from the Sword Palace.

A disciple in green robes from the Sword Palace also walked up, holding a sword. He looked at Hong Lian and said slowly, "Sword Palace, Yang Heng."

Yang Heng was the personal senior disciple of Jian Wuhua from the Sword Palace, the eldest senior brother of the Sword Palace. His swordsmanship was very profound. It could be said that he was the future heir of the Sword Palace.

Hong Lian nodded slightly. "Azure Sovereign Gate, Hong Lian. Please guide me."

"You are also a sword cultivator," Yang Heng said, looking at the sword in Hong Lian’s hand.

"Yes," Hong Lian nodded. "But my sword is practiced to protect Azure Sovereign Gate."

"Every sword exists to protect what one wishes to protect. You wish to protect Azure Sovereign Gate, and I wish to protect the Sword Palace." Yang Heng looked at Hong Lian. "So, let us begin."

Hong Lian did not yield, nor would she take advantage. "Let us strike together."

"Good." Swordsmen have their own dignity. Yang Heng understood Hong Lian’s intent immediately, so without another word, he drew his sword.

The two swords clashed. This was only an initial probe, allowing the two swordsmen to gain a preliminary understanding of each other’s swordsmanship.

"Their swordsmanship is evenly matched," Zhu Yanyi judged after watching the situation.

Yan Aohan hummed in agreement. "Indeed, they are evenly matched. However, Hong Lian has more resilience, which Yang Heng lacks."

"Yang Heng is a heaven’s chosen one. He has grown up in the Sword Palace since childhood, receiving orthodox sword cultivation training. He has the gentlemanly demeanor of a swordsman, but lacks a certain coldness."

"Hong Lian is different. Since ascending, she has experienced various trials. This shows her open-mindedness and strength of heart, which Yang Heng cannot compare to. Therefore, although their cultivation levels are similar, Hong Lian’s situation is clearly better."

Zhu Yanyi also saw it. "Hong Lian’s years of experience have not been wasted."

The final sword strike decided the outcome. Yang Heng’s sword was three inches away from Hong Lian, while Hong Lian’s sword was already pressed against Yang Heng’s throat.

"I have lost," Yang Heng said directly. Losing was losing; he would not drag things out.

Hong Lian nodded. "You are very strong. In fact, your cultivation is higher than mine. It is just that I have more experience. I have a suggestion, whether you listen is up to you. A swordsman should travel to various places. If there is a chance, hide your sharpness and visit the mortal realm. Experiencing life, old age, sickness, and death will be more helpful for cultivating swordsmanship."

"Thank you," Yang Heng thanked Hong Lian sincerely.

Hong Lian waved her hand and then walked over. "Gate Master, Hong Lian has not failed your expectations. I have won."

Zhu Yanyi nodded with a smile. "Very good. All four of you have results. Now, it is up to my result."

"Actually, the Gate Master’s result has already come out." Aside from anything else, Zhang Jingzong’s complexion had explained everything.

Those with slightly more cultivation had long seen that as time passed, Zhang Jingzong’s spiritual root and talent had become visible.

Three days ago, he was a person with no talent and no spiritual root. But now, even without special judgment, it was clear that he possessed talent and a spiritual root.

Zhu Yanyi smiled and then said, "It will be soon. In four more days, she should wake up."

Others were very curious about Zhang Jingzong’s final talent and spiritual root, so everyone did not leave.

Zhang Yixing could finally ask Zhu Yanyi for advice. "I want to know, after you repaired Yu’s spiritual root and talent, why did you perform surgery on her throat?"

"I said from the beginning that when I was bored, I refined some vocal cords," Zhu Yanyi explained.

"Everyone has their own vocal cords. Only with vocal cords can one make sound.

Jingzong’s vocal cords were broken, which is why he could not speak. I just needed to give him a new vocal cord.

Of course, simply inserting a vocal cord would not have this effect. Not only the vocal cord, but an array must also be set inside. That Taiyuan Medicine Array is the most effective thing. Without this medicine array, even with a vocal cord in the throat, it is uncertain when he could make sound."

Zhu Yanyi gave a brief introduction.

After listening, Zhang Yixing said, "Can human vocal cords really be refined again?"

"If there are special materials, they can be refined," Zhu Yanyi said with a smile. "But only I have this recipe. This material recipe can also refine other things, such as eardrums and other残缺 parts, like hands or feet."