After Favorability Is Maxed

She was clearly very obedient in Liu Yuan’s arms.

But it did not matter. As long as she continued to stay by Liu Yuan’s side, everything around him would be familiar to her in the long run.

The Young Mistress of the Xuanyin family had come with the determination to become Junxuan’s wife.

She swore to defeat that old woman and all her other enemies! She would become Liu Junxuan’s only one!

Ye Cike’s heart was filled with fighting spirit.

Liu Yuan scratched Chuichui’s chin, coughed twice, and looked at the road on the City Lord’s Mansion.

“Cike, when you went to look for Shen Sifan that day, you were going to confront her, right? What did she say? In the end… She actually didn’t care that she was in the City of Ten Thousand Swords and attacked you,” Liu Yuan said

He sighed and continued, “When she practices the art of swordsmanship, the most important thing is to do as she pleases. She must do whatever she wants to do in her heart, so that her sword heart can be brightly lit. It’s the same when she ran out of the Taiqing Pavilion in anger. I’m afraid that she will take things too hard and attack you again.”

After all, Shen Sifan was still a judge in the Singing Sword event, and it would be awkward if they met frequently.

With his hands behind his back, Ye Cike walked forward step by step and snorted, “When she found out that you and Duan Lanruo had lied to her face, she really wanted to kill you. However, that sword strike of hers was just a moment of anger. Before that, from what she said to me, she seemed like she was ready to give up. She was just feeling depressed in her heart.”

Shen Sifan did not have any intention of giving up. She clearly had a deep obsession.

In fact, the girl was thinking that Shen Sifan was right. They had never been allies.

Now that she had come back to her senses, she understood a little. Shen Sifan wanted her to make the first move. Junxuan’s feelings for Duan Lanruo were too deep, and she had been so impulsive back then and said bad things to Duan Lanruo, even saying that it was inevitable. As a result, she became the ‘jealous woman’ in Duan Lanruo’s eyes.

All these adults, they were all dirty!

Liu Yuan glanced at the girl beside him.

And then you took advantage of the chaos to catch the adulterer, right?

However, he sighed in his heart. If it was not for the card illustrations, he would’ve believed it a little. How could she have given up? Her favorability bar was still full.

The favorability bar was still full in this situation… Could it be that Shen Sifan had already turned evil?

The so-called ‘giving up’ that Ye Cike felt was actually her heart as still as water. She was calmly prepared to die with him.

The beauty that she wanted, but could not get… As a result, would rather destroy everything… Was she that type of person?

Liu Yuan’s heart shuddered. There was only one path left…. Zhizhi’s Mountain Sea Realm would defeat Chen Sifan, and create the lock on the favorability bar. Otherwise, he would be doomed.

He had to, he had to succeed!

Zhizhi was already preparing the formation at Ah Yue’s place. It would definitely succeed. After all, Zhizhi was so cute.

Right?

Liu Yuan, who was smiling at Ye Cike, looked as calm as an old dog on the surface, but he was panicking inside.

…

At the venue of the Tideviewing and Sword-listening event.

On the stage stood several people. There was the Sword Pavilion Master ‘Weapon Sovereign Jianfu’ Zuo Youhuai, the three elders of the Sword Pavilion, the three 9-star swordsmiths who were still in the Sword Pavilion, and the City Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, Duan Lanruo.

In addition, there was also The Green Lotus Swordsman, Shen Sifan, who had been invited to be the judge of the Singing Sword contest, and the head disciple of the Heart Sword Sect, Cui Ting.

Duan Lanruo could not help but glance at Shen Sifan, but the Green Lotus Swordsman’s face was expressionless. She sensed her gaze and turned back to look at her, showing a polite smile.

Duan Lanruo’s eyelids twitched. Before she could analyze anything from this smile, Shen Sifan restrained her expression and just stood there quietly.

Her green dress was like a lotus, and many people’s eyes fell on her, their hearts full of admiration and envy for this Green Lotus Swordsman of the Taiqing Pavilion.

These people of noble status were all sitting on the armchairs in front of the giant sword, looking down.

The outermost perimeter was full of cultivators who were watching. People were moving around, looking forward to it, and there were also some noisy whispers.

When Zuo Youhuai, the Sword Pavilion Master, coughed, the scene quieted down.

The scene was probably similar to the opening ceremony that primary and secondary school students in the country would experience in modern times. The atmosphere was serious and lively, and it was very appropriate to do so.

Below them were rows of swordsmiths. They all had their own tools and were wearing the robes of the Sword Pavilion. They had armbands with the word ‘sword’ on their arms.

Obviously, the art design of the game Shangyang was in the style of Chinese youth. They did not look like they were here to forge iron swords, but to cook.

Ten years to sharpen a sword, the sword will shock ghosts and gods.

The swordsmiths of the Sword Pavilion were all in high spirits, and their eyes were filled with determination. They were waiting for the Tideviewing and Sword-listening conference to show their forging skills to their fellow disciples, and to show the world the peerless swords they forged.

Geng Qi was naturally among them. He could not help but feel a surge of emotions. In addition, he was a little excited and nervous. His face was flushed red.

He had seen a lot in the Sword Pavilion these few days. Although he was full of confidence in his swordsmithing ability, he was also amazed by the thousands of years of inheritance of the Sword Pavilion and the excellence of the disciples. He could not help but be a little worried.

Moreover, some disciples of the Sword Pavilion had deliberately mentioned the powerful figures of the previous conventions in front of him, as well as the top few of the participants this year.

For example, the Pavilion Master’s personal disciple, Mo Ying.

Outsiders called him ‘Free Sword Heart’. He became famous at a young age and had forged a sword known as the ‘Long Song Sword’ a long time ago. It was rated by Zuo Youhuai as the best sword in the same year. For a teenager, this was already an extremely high praise.

Many people thought that Mo Ying would be the champion of this Tideviewing and Sword-listening contest.

This caused Geng Qi to always have a vague sense of timidity in his heart. Moreover, he had lived in seclusion with his master since he was young and had never seen such a big scene. There were so many people that just standing in the middle of it would make him feel a little suffocated, let alone being watched by so many people.

His tightly clenched fists were already drenched in sweat.

On the Singing Sword Platform.

“Heaven and earth send out killing intent to help me become a sword. A song of blood for a day, living up to the will of dragons and snakes!”

As Zuo Youhuai slowly recited the Enlightenment left behind by the first Sword Pavilion Master, he stretched out his finger. He lightly flicked the Lake Light Sword on his knee.

Buzz-

The sound went from soft to loud, instantly becoming a deafening sound.

Swish!

The sound of the sword resounded for thousands of miles. The arc-shaped air wave spread out instantly, lifting the corners of everyone’s clothes. Those who were close to it or those with weaker cultivation cried out in surprise and could not help but take a few steps back.

When they raised their heads, they could not help but widen their eyes.

“What’s that?!”

Boom!!

It was like a thunderclap.

The chains between the cliffs clattered and danced wildly in the wind. Behind the giant sword on the Singing Sword Platform, the White Dragon River’s unending flow was actually cut in half!

Gush!!

The river water seemed to have solidified, stagnating like the surface of the waves. Then, they resumed flowing and collided with each other again, merging back into the flowing river.

The sword sang, and water was split!

Everyone was extremely stunned.

Zuo Youhuai handed the sword to the sword bearer as an exhibition item for the competition. This was both a display and a warning.

That was the sword song of the world’s number one sword.

It indicated the official beginning of the Tideviewing and Sword-listening event.