Martial Arts: Starting With Immortal Cultivation, the Female Warriors Are All Broken

Chapter 5 One Palm to Sever Rivers, Fairy Luoxia!

“As long as I defeat you, I can challenge the three lords of Snow Moon City, right?”

After glancing at Yin Luoxia, Jiang Che asked curiously.

This was his first time in Snow Moon City, and he had heard that after passing the eighth floor of the Ascension Pavilion, one could join the city, and upon completing the challenge, one could face the three city lords in a sword duel.

Since the system had issued this task, Jiang Che naturally aimed to defeat the three lords, especially since he had his eyes on the inheritance of the Drunken Sword Immortal!

“That’s right,” Yin Luoxia nodded.

“In that case, let’s begin!”

Without further hesitation, Jiang Che swiftly appeared before Yin Luoxia, unleashing a strike with his Nine Yin Divine Claw.

Facing this sudden and swift attack, Yin Luoxia couldn’t afford to be careless and quickly engaged Jiang Che in battle.

“One Palm to Sever Rivers!”

An Innate Realm martial artist could project their true qi, and a grandmaster could kill within ten meters. At the level of a great grandmaster, a martial artist’s techniques could take shape through internal energy, vastly amplifying their combat power.

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Boom!

With a deafening explosion, wood splinters flew, and the entire fifteenth floor of the Ascension Pavilion began to shake precariously.

The one who felt it most directly was none other than Sikong Qianluo, still on the fourteenth floor.

“This is bad!”

Sensing the disturbance from above, her face changed, and she quickly stood up from her seat. Exiting the pavilion, she rushed towards the City Lord’s residence, shouting as she went, “Dad, something’s wrong!”

“Someone’s about to tear down the Ascension Pavilion again!”

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Back on the fifteenth floor of the Ascension Pavilion, after exchanging blows, Yin Luoxia was forced to retreat several dozen steps before she could steady herself.

“Hmph…”

She let out a muffled groan and took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to cough up blood.

“You’ve won…”

She gave Jiang Che a deep look before speaking.

Although they had only exchanged a single move, Yin Luoxia knew she was no match for this young man.

There is no point in stubbornly fighting to the death. To defeat me with just one move, the opponent had to be at least at the fifth stage of the Grandmaster realm!

Moreover, Jiang Che seems to be only around seventeen or eighteen. When did Beili produce such a peerless genius? Could he be the Wushuang of Wushuang City?

“Thank you for going easy,” Jiang Che cupped his hands, a slight smile appearing on his face.

Since it was just a competition, there was no need for him to go all out.

“Qianluo has already gone to inform Sikong Changfeng. Wait here for a moment.”

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“Father, something terrible has happened!”

After leaving the Ascension Pavilion, Sikong Qianluo ran all the way back to the City Lord’s residence.

She found Sikong Changfeng in the garden pavilion, playing chess with Bai Li Dongjun, while nearby, Li Hanyi was practicing swordsmanship.

Li Hanyi, dressed in white, wielded her sword with fluid grace, surrounded by a flurry of peach blossoms.

It was a breathtaking sight, leaving one in awe.

Li Hanyi was practicing the sword technique she had created, Moonlit Flower Morning, which she had developed after seeking out peach blossoms during her travels to the south years ago.

“Qianluo is here…”

“What’s going on?”

After placing a chess piece, Sikong Changfeng smiled at his daughter, unconcerned despite her anxious demeanor.

Since Qianluo showed no signs of injury, he was at ease.

“Someone… Someone has reached the fifteenth floor of the Ascension Pavilion and is fighting Fairy Luoxia. They’re about to tear the place apart!”

Sikong Qianluo panted as she explained.

“What?”

Upon hearing this, Sikong Changfeng’s expression shifted, and he immediately abandoned the chess game, striding swiftly out of the pavilion.

As the steward of Snow Moon City and its finances, Sikong Changfeng couldn’t tolerate anyone damaging the Ascension Pavilion—after all, it was all his hard-earned silver!

Bai Li Dongjun, his senior disciple, was a notorious drunkard, often elusive and unreliable. His second disciple, Li Hanyi, was cold and solitary, only interested in practicing her swordsmanship.

Neither of them ever concerned themselves with the city’s affairs.

Snow Moon City’s current prosperity—recognized as the foremost city of Beili and a sacred land for martial artists across the kingdom—was largely thanks to Sikong Changfeng’s efforts.

“Qianluo, how old is this person who’s challenging the pavilion?”

Bai Li Dongjun took a swig of wine, his drunken state apparent, but curiosity flickered in his eyes.

The Ascension Pavilion had rules—only those under twenty could attempt the challenge.

For someone to reach the fifteenth floor and be on par with Yin Luoxia, they had to at least be at the third stage of the Great Grandmaster realm!

Though still far from his own level, such a young martial artist in Snow Moon City was certainly worth noting—whether friend or foe.

“About eighteen or nineteen, I’d say, probably around my age…”

Sikong Qianluo thought for a moment before answering. Jiang Che definitely didn’t look older than twenty—he hadn’t even reached adulthood yet.

Upon hearing this, Li Hanyi, who had been practicing her swordsmanship nearby, also paused.

Exchanging a glance with Bai Li Dongjun, she retrieved a mask from beside her and put it on before heading toward the Ascension Pavilion alongside him.

“Master, Senior Brother, wait for me!”

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