When Earth Awakened, I Became a Sword Saintess

Chapter 4 : Source Martial Practitioners

4: Source Martial Practitioners

In Yuyin's eyes, this world, seemingly as developed as her own, actually had a special class that stood above ordinary humans.

These people were called "Source Martial Practitioners."

And Source Martial Academies were the collective term for various types of higher education institutions aimed at cultivating Source Martial Practitioners.

According to Yingluo, graduates of Source Martial Academies could easily find well-paying jobs. Even if they wanted to start their own businesses, the state would strongly support them. And female graduates were even more sought-after. If one could become a Source Martial Practitioner, the prospects were extraordinary.

Major companies vied to hire female Source Martial Practitioners as CEOs. Heroic and loyal female bodyguards, smart and capable female secretaries... these were all hard to find for any price.

The wealthy sought longevity, while ordinary people sought wealth. Source Martial Practitioners were the perfect combination of both.

"President! Did you see the headlines just now?"

Suddenly, Xiao Huohuo rushed in, looking very anxious.

Yuyin and Yingluo stood up, momentarily bewildered.

Xiao Huohuo took out his phone and rushed directly in front of Yuyin and the others to show them. Other classmates also gathered around.

It was a video with the title: "Investment Empress of Lingdu, Xia Youxue, Loses the Commissioned Grandmaster Battle; Hundreds of Millions in Investment at Risk of Being Wasted!"

"Yuyin, isn't Xia Youxue your mother?" a girl exclaimed in a panic.

Hearing this, Yuyin's body trembled.

The video began to play.

"Clang!"

A blinding flash of saber energy seemed to cut through the screen.

The camera pulled back, revealing a sturdy, white-bearded old man of seemingly European descent, holding a large glaive, actually standing in mid-air.

Not far in front of him was a relatively slender but very capable middle-aged man from Huaxia, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, holding a longsword, also standing in mid-air.

In the distance, behind the two powerful figures, were misty mountains. To the east of the mountains was the vast sea.

"What a long sword..." Yuyin couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Both were men. It seemed her mother had indeed commissioned someone else to fight.

"It's the East Hua Sword Venerable, Qin Ming, and the North Sea King of Europe!" an excited-looking, bespectacled fat boy cried out, his eyes full of admiration.

"These are true Grandmasters. To be able to invite such experts to fight, Yuyin, your mom is really rich."

"Shut up!" Xiao Huohuo roared.

The two powerful figures confronted each other in the air, the wind whistling, the mountains and sea vast.

Suddenly, the East Hua Sword Venerable disappeared!

No, he was too fast, the camera could no longer capture him.

Only a blur of the East Hua Sword Venerable's figure could be seen, already appeared in front of the North Sea King's massive body, the longsword in his hand chopping down toward the middle of the Sea King's vast form.

The Sea King swung his glaive, blocking it completely.

"Bang!"

The camera shook, turning to static.

"What happened?"

A moment later, a feed from another, more distant angle was restored.

"The shockwave from the clash of the two masters destroyed the filming drone," a classmate shouted.

The two powerful figures, in the vast sky, with flashing saber and sword light, sometimes attacking fiercely, sometimes blocking, sometimes circling, sometimes dragging their weapons for a counterattack. The North Sea King was incredibly strong, his saber edge seemingly able to whip up a storm, but the East Hua Sword Venerable was incomparably sharp, not losing the slightest ground.

"Boom!"

A white, wave-like saber energy from the North Sea King was dodged by the East Hua Sword Venerable, striking a dilapidated freighter on the distant beach. The freighter exploded, breaking in two.

"Swish!"

A sword energy from the East Hua Sword Venerable grazed the North Sea King's thick shoulder, drawing a line of blood.

"Boom!" The sword energy struck a distant mountain peak, actually blowing off a small portion of it.

The two battled fiercely in the air, shaking the mountains and sea like gods. Both were injured to varying degrees. Any ordinary person would have been instantly torn apart just by being grazed by those saber energies.

It seemed the outcome was about to be decided.

Suddenly, the East Hua Sword Venerable erupted at full speed, like a black swift shadow, charging towards the Sea King. The Sea King's glaive, like a violent wind, chopped down to meet him, but was suddenly dodged by the East Hua Sword Venerable who ducked.

"Swish!"

The East Hua Sword Venerable's sword slashed against his opponent's thick waist.

Even the mighty Sea King was staggered by this blow.

The East Hua Sword Venerable seized this opportunity, circled behind him with two quick, tap, tap steps, and stepped onto the Sea King's broad back. The longsword in his hand stabbed toward the Sea King's spine like a flash of lightning.

In that instant, the East Hua Sword Venerable pulled back.

Though distant, it seemed one could feel a flash of compassion in his eyes.

The video ended here.

The whole room was silent.

Yuyin stared blankly, her towering chest heaving unconsciously.

For some reason, although it was just a video, she felt as if she were there herself. She felt an indescribable heat, a stirring... This was not just because this battle concerned the fate of her mother in this life.

After a long while, a small, chubby boy asked, "Who was representing Auntie Xia?"

"The East Hua Sword Venerable, Grandmaster Qin Ming," Yingluo said.

"Then, then doesn't that mean Auntie Xia won? Why does the title say she lost?"

"Clickbait, that's disgusting!"

"No..." Yingluo checked her phone, looked at Yuyin, and then said seriously, "The condition for victory in this Grandmaster duel was that the East Hua Sword Venerable had to defeat the North Sea King within twenty moves."

"What!?" Everyone was shocked.

"That last sword strike was the twenty-first move," Yingluo said.

Since it concerned Yuyin's mother, some asked with concern, but seeing that Yuyin did not answer, no one dared to say more.

Even Yingluo, for a moment, didn't know what to say, just silently gazing at the side profile of this long-haired goddess.

This was why major companies vied to hire powerful Source Martial Practitioners for high-level positions. In many difficult-to-resolve disputes, arbitration through martial combat was an internationally accepted convention in this world. Of course, it was also possible to temporarily commission a powerful expert to act, but one had to bear the corresponding unfavorable conditions.

It seemed Xia Youxue's company did not have a powerful enough Source Martial Practitioner in a key position, so she could only commission the East Hua Sword Venerable to act. As a result, she lost the arbitration because of the additional conditions.

Yuyin walked alone to the window, gazing at the vast night. The campus was surrounded by the ever-bright, ever-sleepless Magic City, with its lights like stars. In the distance, strange and wondrous creatures seemed to swim about.

Although it was still hard to accept, she was her mother in this world.

Wealth, a superior and comfortable life, Yuyin naturally liked these things too. If none of this had happened, she would have also wanted to use the advantage of rebirth to pursue them.

But, this was no ordinary rebirth.

An ordinary, introverted, and frail young boy, reborn as a tall, mature, and stunningly beautiful woman. Whether Yuyin accepted it or not, this was the reality, and with her current knowledge, she was powerless to change it.

The truth was unknown, and she was the fiancée of the terrifying Ghost King, who could make one's soul tremble.

Her mother seemed to have gone bankrupt and fled overseas, but those debt collectors would surely not give up. If they couldn't find her mother, they might well come after her.

Once, when Yuyin was a boy, she had fantasized about being a hero saving a beauty. She had also exercised, wanting to protect the girl she fancied. But her frail body and ordinary athletic nerves made even exercise of little use. In a world like this, there was no place for her to use her skills.

But now, Yuyin could protect herself.

And she had to!

This glamorous night scene could not hide the underlying crisis.

In this false peace of Lingdu, where was the safe path?

At this moment, there was no hesitation in Yuyin's heart.

"I, will apply to a Source Martial Academy."