Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 885 - 874: The Spineless Emperor

On the final day of the competition, even before the scheduled time, the Martial Arts Arena was surrounded by people, all eager to find out who the true owner of the Wuyun Sword was.

The merchants in the capital were all smiling from ear to ear these days; cultivators spent lavishly and didn’t bother haggling with mortals, each of them earning a fortune.

"Just do your best, don’t feel too pressured mentally," Mr. Zhang’s uncle said to Zhang Yuwen, yet his eyes still shone with hope for him.

Zhang Yuwen felt immense pressure himself; he needed to prove his strength to the sect to acknowledge Suxin, and equally needed the Wuyun Sword to exchange for the Elixir Recipe of Eternal Life.

"Senior Brother Li Xiao, greetings!" He stared intently at his opponent.

"Please, Mr. Zhang, go easy on me." Li Xiao, a leading figure among the younger generation of the Flying Sword Sect, exuded an aura like a freshly unsheathed sword, reserved yet sharp.

As soon as they faced off, both brought out their prized skills, instantly making the atmosphere tense and electrifying.

"Elder brother, who do you favor more?" Ye Ying watched the ongoing match without blinking and occasionally asked Ye Qiu.

"Zhang Yuwen."

"Why? They seem evenly matched to me."

"Just a gut feeling."

In every world, there are a few Heaven’s Chosen Sons blessed by the gods; they may face many hardships, but invariably, they achieve what they desire, and Zhang Yuwen was part of this group.

Intuition is a mysterious thing; Ye Ying didn’t quite believe in it, but she trusted her elder brother, and secretly went to a gambling house to bet on Zhang Yuwen’s victory. When she returned, the match was still fiercely contested.

Kong Suxin tightly clutched her handkerchief below the stage, not daring to miss a single moment, anxious about any accident that might befall Zhang Yuwen.

"It’s about to reach a conclusion," Ye Qiu suddenly spoke.

Ye Ying was stunned, "Why do you say that, elder brother? They seem evenly matched to me!"

"Zhang Yuwen’s swordsmanship contains an array; he’s been setting it up all along."

"A Sword Cultivator can set up an array during a match? Did Li Xiao not notice?"

"His thoughts are too straightforward; he probably just realized it now, but it’s too late."

Li Xiao indeed noticed something strange about Zhang Yuwen’s sword moves; initially, he wondered why Zhang was making those moves, but now he understood and darkened his expression.

"Hey, Li Xiao seems restricted."

"It’s the Sword Array. Zhang Yuwen was setting up the Sword Array during his responses."

"How is this even possible?"

"Indeed worthy of the Qingyuan Sect; no wonder those major sects try to avoid them."

Listening to the murmurs of the crowd, the members of Qingyuan Sect maintained an expressionless demeanor, as if completely indifferent to such worldly fame, but the deep pride in their eyes exposed their thoughts.

Perhaps some sect members indeed disdain such worldly matters, but not everyone disregards reputation; isolating a sect cannot be sustainable, as it will lead to conflicts over time.

If some praise the Qingyuan Sect, others are bound to dislike it, yet currently, the Qingyuan Sect’s power is overwhelming; provoking them is unwise, though secretly dismissing them. If they truly don’t care about fame and worldly matters, why send disciples to fight? Isn’t it all for the Wuyun Sword? Such hypocritical façade.

As the sword array concluded, countless Sword Qi roared toward Li Xiao.

"Senior Brother Li, you lost," Zhang Yuwen was somewhat unsteady in his breath, but he fared far better than Li Xiao, whose spiritual power was depleted and incapable of retaliation.

Li Xiao took a deep breath; losing this match was not something he regretted—it was his oversight.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Zhang, on achieving what you wished for." Li Xiao neither hesitated nor despaired; rather, today’s match offered him much reflection, while strengthening his resolve to cultivate diligently.

"Zhang Yuwen wins!" As the announcement resounded, the crowd erupted into fervent cheers.

Kong Suxin immediately breathed a big sigh of relief, her face betraying unabashed happiness and pride.

Noticing the envious gazes of many women directed at Kong Suxin, Yao Qinxue felt her jealousy deepen.

"Congratulations, but you’ll have to serve me for another ten years, Mr. Zhang." Ye Qiu personally handed him the Wuyun Sword amidst the crowd; the pairing of the treasured sword and hero seemed fitting, with most agreeing its owner did it justice.

Zhang Yuwen held the long-coveted Wuyun Sword; only he knew the excitement in his heart, alongside a smidge of pride—previously, Your Majesty forbade him from touching it, but now it was his.

"What folly! Let’s not talk about whether the Elixir Recipe of Eternal Life is real— even if it is, can you even find the herbs written on it? Exchanging the Wuyun Sword for it is a losing deal." Upon returning, once Zhang Yuwen explained the situation to the sect, his uncle immediately rebuked him.

"No matter what, I have to try." Zhang Yuwen stubbornly replied, surprised at his uncle’s opposition; nonetheless, he had earned this opportunity himself, hadn’t he?

"I don’t agree, nor does your master, who wouldn’t approve either; is a mortal woman worthy of such sacrifice?"

"She is." In truth, when Zhang Yuwen said this, he felt a twinge of reluctance, but Suxin was about to become his wife—fulfilling his duty to her was only right.

"And her? Does your fiancée agree with you trading your hard-earned possession for an illusory recipe?"

Zhang Yuwen remained silent, for all of it was his decision; he didn’t want his cousin to sacrifice for him.

"Yuwen, consider it carefully; the sword will remain with me temporarily, and once you’ve thought it through, I’ll return it to you," Zhang Yuwen’s uncle said.

Zhang Yuwen was deeply reluctant, but he couldn’t refuse an elder, resulting in a sense of discomfort— it was his possession, why couldn’t he decide?

"Uncle, Junior Brother seems very unwilling." After Zhang Yuwen left, a senior disciple frowned.

"It’s as if uncle took his sword without trading it; honestly, the sword belongs to the sect—without the sect’s cultivation, where would he find his skills today?"

"Have you forgotten the sect’s rules? Disciples must not disparage one another nor engage in mutual killing; now leave." Zhang Yuwen’s uncle scolded them with a stern face.

Once everyone left, his face showed somberness; the disciples were right—they need not worry. Zhang Yuwen indeed won the Wuyun Sword today, but half of that sword belonged to the sect, and he wasn’t entitled to trade it.

Thus, while Zhang Yuwen prepared for his marriage with Kong Suxin, members of his sect had already taken the Wuyun Sword back to the Mingyuan Realm, leaving only a letter in the empty courtyard for his contemplation.

Fortunately, when one door closes, another opens; just as he was angrily hesitating about returning to the sect first, Yao Qinxue brought the Elixir Recipe to his doorstep.