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

Chapter 12 The White-Robed Sword Immortal, the Proactive Sikong Qianluo!

After leaving the courtyard, Jiang Che leisurely made his way toward the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Along the way, disciples and servants of Snow Moon City greeted him continuously.

“Greetings, Fourth City Lord…”

“Greetings, Fourth Master! I’m your fan!”

“Greetings, Fourth City Lord…”

A group of disciples looked at Jiang Che with eyes full of admiration.

Word of the duel earlier that afternoon had already spread across Snow Moon City. Everyone knew that a powerful new Fourth City Lord had arrived.

Some enthusiastic individuals even bestowed upon Jiang Che the title of ‘White-Robed Sword Immortal’. It wouldn’t be long before this name resonated throughout Beili, perhaps even the entire Jiuzhou continent!

After all, in this world, strength reigned supreme. Power commanded respect wherever one went.

Moreover, Jiang Che’s demeanor was approachable, his appearance graceful, and his features handsome, easily winning over the female disciples.

Jiang Che responded to the greetings with a light smile and quick nods as he strode toward the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion.

“Wow, the Fourth City Lord smiled at me!”

“Fourth City Lord, I want to have your children!”

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Upon arriving at the main hall, Jiang Che was warmly invited to take a seat by Sikong Changfeng. Beside him were Bai Li Dongjun, Yin Luoxia, and others.

Li Hanyi, as always, didn’t participate in such banquets and wasn’t present tonight.

Sikong Qianluo, Tang Lian, and other disciples of Snow Moon City sat not far away.

It was evident that Sikong Changfeng valued Jiang Che’s inclusion highly. Nearly all of Snow Moon City’s disciples and elders who could attend were present tonight—dozens of elders and hundreds of disciples.

To celebrate Jiang Che’s addition, Bai Li Dongjun brought out his treasured Wind Flower Snow Moon wine.

This wine not only tasted exquisite but also enhanced a martial artist’s internal energy and, to some extent, improved their aptitude. Naturally, such a rare wine was not easily shared.

Aside from Jiang Che, Bai Li Dongjun, and Sikong Changfeng, the only other recipient of this wine was Yin Luoxia, with some reserved for Li Hanyi.

In Snow Moon City, apart from the four City Lords, Yin Luoxia was undoubtedly a prominent figure.

“Fourth Master, I offer you a toast!”

Tang Lian rose from his seat, raising his cup in salute. His eyes conveyed a mix of emotions—admiration, respect, and perhaps a hint of envy.

As Snow Moon City’s senior disciple, Tang Lian had reached the Sixth Level of the Grandmaster realm, a significant achievement. He was even listed on Beili’s Hidden Dragon Rankings.

However, after witnessing Jiang Che’s clash with the three City Lords earlier, Tang Lian now regarded him as a role model. Calling a peer his master didn’t bother him at all.

In this martial world where strength dictated respect, Tang Lian felt no jealousy toward Jiang Che. Their difference in power was undeniable.

“Very well.”

Jiang Che accepted the toast without hesitation, downing the wine in one go.

“Fourth Master, I toast to you as well…”

“Fourth City Lord…”

After Tang Lian, more people stepped forward to toast Jiang Che.

Jiang Che didn’t decline any of them, readily drinking cup after cup. The lively atmosphere in the hall grew even more spirited.

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By midnight, the banquet had ended.

Jiang Che, slightly tipsy from the sheer number of toasts, stumbled back to his residence.

As soon as he returned to his courtyard, he collapsed onto his bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Despite his excellent alcohol tolerance, he couldn’t withstand the persistent rounds of toasts from the disciples of Snow Moon City.

Moreover, Jiang Che chose not to use his Five Elements Spiritual Energy to dispel the effects of the alcohol. After all, that would take away the fun of drinking.

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The next morning, Jiang Che groggily rose from bed. After freshening up, he stepped out of his bedroom, only to see Sikong Qianluo sitting in the main hall.

“Miss Sikong, what brings you here?”

Jiang Che sat across from Sikong Qianluo, casually pouring himself a cup of tea. He couldn’t hide his curiosity.

The tea was warm, evidently just replaced by the servants earlier that morning.

“Heehee, Brother Jiang, I brought you some soup!”

“Could you stop calling me ‘Miss Sikong’? Just call me Qianluo, okay?”

Sikong Qianluo lifted the basket she had placed on the dining table, a pout on her face revealing her dissatisfaction.

“All right, then I’ll call you Qianluo from now on.”

Jiang Che chuckled, nodding with a playful expression.

No act of unsolicited kindness comes without ulterior motives!

Though he and Sikong Qianluo weren’t particularly close, her sudden attentiveness was enough for Jiang Che to discern her intentions.

“Heehee, I made this myself. Brother Jiang, try it!”

“You’re the first person to taste my cooking—even my father hasn’t had this privilege!”

Hearing Jiang Che change his address for her, Sikong Qianluo finally broke into a smile.

Giggling, she handed him a bowl of hangover soup she had prepared earlier, her eyes brimming with anticipation.

Jiang Che suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

But faced with Sikong Qianluo’s expectant gaze, he didn’t want to disappoint her. Gritting his teeth, he took a sip of the soup…

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