Soul Emperor Martial God

Meteors filled the sky, so beautiful.

Xiao Yi gazed intently into the high sky.

It seemed he was admiring them, yet also reminiscing.

In his eyes, those streaking meteors,

seemed to mirror the face of the sweet person he missed.

The person seemed to be smiling, looking affectionately at Xiao Yi.

Suddenly, a figure walked up beside him.

"Brother Yi, you seem so engrossed, this meteor shower is beautiful, isn't it?"

It was Ye Ming who approached.

"Yes, it's beautiful," Xiao Yi responded subconsciously.

Unsure if he was talking about the meteors,

or about the sweet person's face.

Suddenly, not far away, there came a burst of noisy voices.

Loud, rough, and domineering,

even enhanced by vigorous True Qi, intentionally amplified to an extreme,

that the voices even drowned out the roar of the meteors falling.

"Hmm?" Xiao Yi's original dazed nostalgia was instantly disrupted.

The reflection of the person in the meteors in his eyes suddenly shattered.

"Yiyi," Xiao Yi's body shuddered.

He suddenly reached out his hand, waving towards the sky,

trying to retain the image of the person.

But it was in vain.

The person was just like a meteor.

Briefly appearing in his life,

brilliant and dazzling, hard to let go,

yet flickering by, vanishing in an instant.

The meteor dwindled in the distance, falling.

The person, however, was waiting in the distance, suffering from pining every night.

He must find her,

even if that distance was further than the ends of the earth,

even if that place was at the world's end.

"Sigh." Xiao Yi took a deep breath, regaining his composure.

"Brother Yi seems particularly melancholic tonight."

Ye Ming, standing beside him, simply asked.

Then, seeing Xiao Yi deep in thought,

did not disturb him.

Only now, seeing Xiao Yi regaining his composure, did he speak again.

Xiao Yi smiled, saying, "It's nothing."

"Ye Ming, what brings you here?"

Tonight, the night of the meteors, disciples from various counties

were admiring the meteors while interacting with each other.

Xiao Yi had wanted some peace and quiet alone,

thus he had specifically looked for a secluded corner.

With a wry smile, Ye Ming said, "I don't share many interests with the disciples from other counties."

"They are all boasting about their own tales of grandeur."

"I couldn't find a way to interject," Ye Ming said softly.

"As for you, Brother Yi,"

"The first time I met you was at the Four Seasons City Bai Family in Northern Mountain County."

"For some reason, from that moment, I felt as though we were old acquaintances."

Talking to himself, Ye Ming took out two bottles of liquor from his Qiankun Bag.

"Brother Yi, how about a long chat tonight?"

"It's been a while since we last met during the East Desolate Beast Tide."

"Sure," Xiao Yi nodded and accepted the drink.

But suddenly,

that domineering noise interrupted again,

and under the amplification of True Qi, it became particularly deafening.

"Hmm?" Xiao Yi frowned.

That voice,

it had disturbed his peace of mind,

disturbed his tranquility.

Xiao Yi looked towards the source, in the distance, a burly man seemed to be speaking,

and there were quite a few people around him.

Apparently, they were arguing with each other.

The situation looked as if it might come to blows.

"Let's go take a look," Xiao Yi said, frowning.

He did not like to meddle,

but there were disciples from Northern Mountain County over there.

In the distance.

A group of young people were surrounding the disciples of Northern Mountain County.

Looking closely, these youths,

were all sword masters from various counties.

Each one a talented youth.

And the reason they gathered here, none other than,

to boast about their own tales of grandeur,

while trying to impress... Liu Yanran.

To tell you the truth, Liu Yanran is indeed very beautiful.

Her beauty that could captivate a city needs no explanation.

That aura, as refreshing as a spring breeze,

caused numerous young talents to fall before her pomegranate skirt.

Among the Sword Masters of various counties, one was particularly domineering.

It was that burly man.

He was the Wanshan Sword Master.

Wanshan County, a place where countless mountains stood tall.

The Martial Artists of this county were all heroic and rough.

Of course, they were also very domineering.

In terms of Martial Artist strength, they were not inferior to Nine River County and Fiery Fire County.

Surrounded in the middle, Liu Yanran's face was filled with displeasure.

"Step aside," Liu Yanran said coldly.

Beside her, Miao Qianhuo, Mu Miaomiao, and others also spoke coldly, "Don't be too excessive."

"Yo," the Wanshan Sword Master said with a smug laugh.

"Northern Mountain County, the weakest of the counties."

"The Martial Artists are not strong, but there are plenty of beauties."

Saying so, his lecherous gaze continuously sized up Liu Yanran and Mu Miaomiao.

"Scoundrel," a flash of murderous intent passed through Liu Yanran's eyes.

On ordinary days, Liu Yanran was always soft-spoken and exceptionally gentle.

But if truly angered, she never concealed her murderous intent.

Ten Thousand Wood Sword Master said with a smile, "A fair lady is a gentleman's delight; why be so unapproachable?"

"I am the Wanshan Sword Master, only 23 years old this year and have already stepped into the Earth Origin Realm."

"In the future, I will surely reach the Heavenly Origin Realm."

"And become one of the distinguished powerhouses of the Flame Martial Kingdom."

"What does that have to do with me?" Liu Yanran said coldly.

Mu Miaomiao said outright, "Yanran, my junior sister, already has someone in her heart."

"Stop your wishful thinking."

"Oh?" The Wanshan Sword Master's face showed a mocking smile.

"So her name is Yanran, a beautiful name indeed."

"But, is that person worthy of you?"

"The women I, the Wanshan Sword Master, take a liking to, no one dares to compete with me for."

Liu Yanran coldly said, "He is a hundred times stronger than you."

"I'll say it once more, step aside."

"Otherwise, bear the consequences."

"Hmph, useless talk," the Wanshan Sword Master said arrogantly.

"If you have the guts, let that bastard come out and compete with me."

"Waste, you're not worthy to compete with me for a woman."

"How dare you!" The murderous intent in Liu Yanran intensified in an instant.

Just then,

a figure stood out nonchalantly.

It was Xiao Yi.

"Wanshan Sword Master, do you need to compare with Mr. Yi?"

Xiao Yi's voice was extremely cold.

The disturbance to his peace earlier really irked him.

"Just you? Get lost," the Wanshan Sword Master instinctively bellowed.

But when he turned his head and saw it was Yi Xiao,

his expression changed instantly.

"Purple Flame Yi Xiao," The Wanshan Sword Master grit his teeth.

Then he looked at Liu Yanran again.

"So she's your woman," the Wanshan Sword Master cupped his hands.

His face lost its domineering look and instead, he lowered his stance.

"I apologize for earlier."

The Wanshan Sword Master cupped his hands again and hurriedly left.

The other county Sword Masters scrambled away even more frantically.

Obviously, they had all misunderstood.

Liu Yanran breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Xiao Yi.

"That, Yi…"

"Brother Yi," Liu Yanran hesitated for a moment, mimicking Ye Ming's tone as she spoke.

"Do not misunderstand, Brother Yi, Yanran already has someone in her heart."

"If you are here to pursue me as well, please leave."

"Heh," Xiao Yi chuckled.

Beside him, Ye Ming said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, sister Yanran."

"Brother Yi was intended to drink and chat with me."

"He only came here to help upon seeing your troubles."

Xiao Yi chuckled and was just about to leave with Ye Ming,

when suddenly, a figure hurried over.

It was Zhou Yueyao.

Zhou Yueyao was beautiful too, although not as much as Liu Yanran, but not far behind.

That Wanshan Sword Master had apparently intended to pester her,

but seeing her approach Xiao Yi, immediately abandoned the thought.

"Purple Flame, wait,"

Zhou Yueyao called out loudly.

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