Why not kneel?

Joke!

In front of Lord Immortal Goat, I'm always sitting cross-legged every day!

Did I run all the way here just to kneel before your North Wind?

"I have my own god, I cannot kneel," Lu Ran said solemnly.

"Oh?" The young man in white tight clothes, with a skeptical look, scanned the twin swords in Lu Ran's arms, "Aren't you a disciple of Lord Beifeng?"

Lu Ran shook his head.

He had to admit, Lu Ran really had the look and the flair.

Firstly, the two Tang swords cradled in his arms.

They were nourished with the fresh blood of numerous Evil Demons on the battlefield.

Moreover, Lu Ran's own temperament was genuine, perfectly fitting the title of "Swordman."

Throwing him into the group of North Wind Believers, he indeed was highly deceptive!

"Hmph." The young man in white clothes snorted coldly, "You'd better not be, to spare us enforcing the sect rules."

"Are you sick or something?" Si Xianxian was not happy, "Who would tell such a lie?"

The young man in white didn't pay attention to Si Xianxian, still looking at Lu Ran: "You're not a believer of the Beifeng Sect, fine.

But shouldn't there be the due courtesies?

You come to Beifeng City, face the god of my sect, wouldn't you bow your head, wouldn't you bow?"

"You..." Si Xianxian wanted to continue but was firmly grasped on the shoulder by Lu Ran.

Lu Ran expressionless, "Everyone has their own way of worshiping gods.

I gaze upon Lord Beifeng with what I believe is sufficient respect. Where's the fault in that?"

"Sufficient respect?" The young man in white frowned, deep down feeling that this youth was disrespectful to North Wind, "You were making a racket outside the city gates.

Do you consider that showing sufficient respect?"

Lu Ran pursed his lips.

Your Beifeng Sect's rules are really strict, huh?

If you say no talking inside the city, near a grand hall or something, that's one thing.

But here, at the bustling city gates, I can't even call out to a friend?

"Let's go," said Lu Ran, gripping Si Xianxian's shoulder, leading her towards the gate.

There were indeed things Lu Ran found hard to do.

Like truly from the heart, profound respect, or bowing his head.

"What are you doing?" The young man in white furrowed his brows.

Lu Ran turned back with an unusually somber look, "Why, am I not allowed to leave?"

The young man in white, "Is everything clear?"

"Does it need to be?" Lu Ran looked straight at him, barely holding back, "Or would you prefer we clarify with swords?"

"Ah??" The young man in white was startled!

For a moment, he stood there frozen.

He never expected this young man to be so defiant!

This was the Beifeng Sect's territory.

And this youth dared to say to a city gate guard, to clarify things with swords?

Setting aside the territory and guard issues, would anyone dare to say to a North Wind Believer to talk with swords?!

No! How could this guy dare?

"Damn, he's so cool..." Si Xianxian murmured under her breath.

She looked at Lu Ran's profile, feeling comforted~

She had been held by the shoulder by Lu Ran, not even allowed to make a scene, let alone speak.

But in the end...

You tell me not to speak, yet you don't hold back, dude!

Seeing the other party didn't take the bait, Lu Ran snorted and continued walking towards the city gates:

"If I'm not welcome, then I'll leave."

The young man in white had a rigid expression, returning to his senses from his astonishment: "When did we not welcome you?

I am telling you to follow the rules here!"

"What's all the noise?" Another deep voice came, firm.

The young man turned deathly pale and immediately shut his mouth.

Lu Ran turned to see a middle-aged man similarly dressed in quaint white clothes.

It seemed that the attire of the North Wind Believers in the city was all similar.

The man sternly looked at Lu Ran, "Regardless if you're a believer of another god or just an ordinary person, Beifeng City welcomes everyone to come and worship the god."

Lu Ran's hand still pressed on Si Xianxian's shoulder, clutching over and over.

The implication was clear, to keep this Explosive Barrel from speaking.

Si Xianxian indeed didn't stay relieved for long, her anger surged again at the young man's words!

However, her body was honest, and under Lu Ran's hand, she could only stomp her feet angrily.

The man clearly saw the girl's dissatisfaction and asked, "Why have you come here?"

Lu Ran, "To broaden our horizons, to enter the Demon Cave for training."

The man nodded, "Remember to abide by the various rules in the city, please go ahead."

"Hmph," Si Xianxian glared at the young man in white from a distance and then yanked Lu Ran into the city.

They had barely walked a few steps before she started cursing, "That guy is sick, just picking a quarrel for no reason."

Lu Ran, "We're on someone else's turf, we'll follow their rules, it's not wrong."

Whether the rules themselves are reasonable, is another matter.

Si Xianxian disdainfully said, "What's the fear in raising your voice a bit?

That guy just saw the crowd around him, caught someone speaking loudly, and wanted to show off!

And this is right at his own doorstep, which makes him even more confident!

I've seen many such cowards."

"Enough," Lu Ran patted Si Xianxian's shoulder, "We've entered, and they didn't force me to bow or anything."

Si Xianxian huffily said, "Maybe he judged your identity wrong. With so many people watching, he couldn't step down and then picked a quarrel!"

"Alright already."

"You're like a clay Bodhisattva, not angry at all... well, no, that's not right." Si Xianxian turned her head toward Lu Ran.

She suddenly raised her elbow, propping it up on Lu Ran's shoulder with a smile.

Lu Ran wary, "What are you doing?"

Si Xianxian's mouth corners upturned, "You looked a bit handsome when you snapped at him earlier?"

Lu Ran remained silent, cradling the swords, strolling the ancient streets.

"Haha~" Si Xianxian's laughter was unrestrained, "Next time we face such a situation, I'll allow you to add a few swear words to your speech."

Lu Ran, "..."

This girl switches emotions too quickly, doesn't she?

Going on like this, she won't get sick, will she?

Well... she's kind of a patient already.

Afflicted by gods.

The ailment, Fiery Sky.

"Trust your Sister Xian'er," Si Xianxian affirmed, "A few swear words add more force!"

Lu Ran suddenly turned to look at a street on the right.

The street was bustling and full of excitement.

Being called "city," the size was naturally large.

Lu Ran employed his Extreme Vision and saw the quaint commercial street with inns and taverns in abundance.

"Sure thing, I checked online when I came here, this place has a commercial street," muttered Si Xianxian, stepping inside, "How could it be quiet?"

"Do you want some candied haw?" Lu Ran suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Si Xianxian was looking at a tavern and was taken aback by Lu Ran's words.

"I'll buy you some," Lu Ran gestured toward a vendor in the distance.

"Ha," Si Xianxian chuckled lightly, "Not bad, Sister Xian'er didn't dote on you for nothing."

"Sweets can improve your mood," Lu Ran said, stepping over to the vendor.

But his heart was quietly complaining: Indeed, you give me a headache.

Headache~

Then, Lu Ran spent a full 25 yuan on a hawthorn candied fruit stick.

Now Lu Ran was not only having a headache but also feeling a bit heartache.

As expected of the city under the gods, the stronghold of the Beifeng Sect, they sure knew how to make money!

Probably maintaining this city cost a fair bit of money.

The two of them wandered around the east and west, feeling like they had traveled to ancient times.

As for going deep inside to worship at the feet of the god, they didn't really have any interest.

Probably once they finished roaming outside, they would head straight for the Demon Cave.

"Go straight ahead, then take a right," Si Xianxian looked up at the sign at the crossroads, "Martial Arts Arena."

"Do you want to check it out?" Lu Ran was quite tempted.

Si Xianxian looked at Lu Ran, "We didn't go to Chang'an or Guangfo but ran all the way to this icy and snowy place.

It's for you, the Swordman!

Watching the North Wind Believers practice martial arts, perhaps you could steal a couple of moves?"

Lu Ran pointed at the corner of her mouth, "Sugar."

"Mm." Si Xianxian licked the corner of her lips with her tongue.

Soon after, she revealed a sweet smile.

Lu Ran was right; eating sweets did make people happy.

This scene also made Lu Ran silently chuckle. In this sense, the 25 yuan was well spent.

The two had been strolling around the city for a long time now. Si Xianxian had already finished her candied haw and kept reminiscing about it.

Now, being told that there were still sugar stains at the corner of her mouth...

That was an unexpected delight!

"We're going!" Si Xianxian took the lead.

"Go we shall, but you can't fight with anyone," Lu Ran quickly followed.

"Not even sparring?" Because Si Xianxian had just had something sweet, her attitude was quite good.

"No."

"Why not?" Si Xianxian was obliviously indignant.

"I'm afraid you'll kill someone," Lu Ran said darkly, his words weighty.

Si Xianxian, "..."

That was indeed hard to refute.

Sometimes, even Si Xianxian was afraid of her own potential for violence.

The two headed towards the northeast of Beifeng City. After leaving the bustling commercial area, the surrounding atmosphere became more solemn.

From far away, Lu Ran could hear cries of effort and the clear sound of weapons colliding.

Snow still fell from the sky, drifting down, with occasional gusts of wind blowing through.

The Martial Arts Arena was bustling, and the clamor of people filled the air.

"I'm feeling it!" Si Xianxian's eyes sparkled.

The arena was quite large.

In the main field, a group of men and women dressed in white tight clothes were practicing sword techniques together.

They were serious and didn't mind being observed and learned from by the surrounding people.

In fact, North Wind Believers from all over the country came here to pay homage to the god, and most would visit this Martial Arts Arena to seek advice from these "Inner Sect Disciples."

It's not that the believers living in the North Wind City had a particularly high status.

But it's undeniable that they had an easier time receiving guidance from Divine·Beifeng.

Under the god's instruction, these North Wind Believers qualified to live in the city carried the responsibility of imparting sword skills.

Any North Wind Believers that came here would just need to reveal their identity to receive free instruction from the city believers.

If you were a believer of another god...

The Beifeng Sect was generous enough not to drive people away, but they wouldn't offer one-on-one teaching either.

If you wish to learn, you should quietly self-study beside.

"Come on, let's start over there!" Si Xianxian grew more excited, pointing to a grove not far away.

Three sides of the central field were surrounded by forests. In the Snow Forest, there were many sparring fields.

And those sparring fields were especially packed!

Clearly, more people preferred to watch fights...

"Slow down, slow down." Lu Ran was pulled by Si Xianxian and plunged into the grove.

In the nearest training field, two North Wind Believers were engaged in heated battle.

They both donned water-flow armor, their blades flashing cold light.

Sometimes, a Gale would blow, shaking trees and scattering frost and snow.

"Wow~" Lu Ran was quickly engrossed.

The sparring couple in the field, one more ruthless than the other, their attacks incredibly sharp, were literally lethal moves aimed at vital points!

Exactly,

absolutely right!

It's this kind of momentum that's needed to truly beat back the Evil Demons!

Lu Ran was intently absorbed when a voice of indignation suddenly came from behind,

"So you were saying to talk with swords earlier?"

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