The mist-shrouded peaks of Mount Hua weren’t ready.
Two of the wulin ’s most… notorious figures had agreed to a “cultural exchange” training session.
1.Dongfang Bubai (DB) , resplendent in embroidered pink silk, floated down like a lethal cherry blossom.
2.Yue Buqun (YB) , stroking his beard with practiced virtue, bowed deeply, his smile as genuine as a three-copper sword.
The mist-shrouded peaks of Mount Hua weren’t ready. Two of the wulin ’s most… notorious figures had agreed to a “cultural exchange” training session.
Dongfang Bubai (DB) , resplendent in embroidered pink silk, floated down like a lethal cherry blossom.
Yue Buqun (YB) , stroking his beard with practiced virtue, bowed deeply, his smile as genuine as a three-copper sword.
YB: “Esteemed Sect Leader Dongfang! An honor to cross needles… erm, swords with the peerless master of the Sun Moon Holy Cult! Let us cultivate martial virtue together.” He subtly adjusts his perfectly aligned collar.
DB: (Flicking a needle that pins YB’s trailing sleeve to a tree without him noticing) “Spare me the flattery, Gentleman Yue. Your ‘righteousness’ smells thicker than yesterday’s chamber pot. Show me this famed Huashan swordsmanship. Try not to bore me to death.” DB expertly threads another needle mid-air.
YB begins the Huashan “Gentleman Sword” form. It’s elegant, precise, and utterly devoid of passion.
DB: (Yawning audibly, embroidering a tiny, grumpy YB on a handkerchief) “Is this a sword form or watching paint dry? Where’s the fire ? Where’s the… sacrifice ?” DB winks.
YB: (Flustered, nearly trips on a root) “A-hem! True mastery lies in control and… moral integrity! Not reckless flamboyance! Observe the subtle energy flow!” He channels his “Pure” Huashan Neigong. A faint, unconvincing purple glow flickers.
DB: (Snorts) “Purple? How… predictable . Watch how real power flows!” DB spins, a whirlwind of silk and lethal intent. Dozens of needles shoot out, not at YB, but perfectly arranging fallen leaves into the characters for “HYPOCRITE” on the ground. A single needle embroiders YB’s sash with a tiny, smug duck.
They agree to a light spar. It immediately descends into passive-aggressive chaos.
YB: (Using “Swallow’s Return”, aiming carefully away from DB, trying to look impressive) “Respectful strike, Sect Leader!”
DB: (Effortlessly dodging, using a needle to gently redirect YB’s sword towards his own foot) “Oh dear, clumsy! Almost skewered your virtuous toe!”
YB: (Jumping back, sweating) “Mere… misdirection! The Gentleman’s Sword adapts! Behold the ‘Unassailable Position’!” He strikes a solid defensive pose.
DB: (Floats behind him in an eye-blink, taps his shoulder with a needle) “Boop . You’re dead. Also, your ‘Unassailable Position’ has a draft. Right there.” DB points with a needle at YB’s exposed rear.
YB: (Squeaks, whirls around, face crimson) “Unconventional! Where is the honor?!”
They attempt a synchronized move, “United Rivers Meeting Sea”. It goes spectacularly wrong.
YB: (Channeling “Purple Twilight Might”) “For harmony!”
DB: (Simultaneously unleashing “Sunflower Pressure”) “For fabulousness!”
Their energies collide NOT in a powerful union, but in a crackling mess. YB’s purple qi fizzles pathetically against DB’s overwhelming force. Instead of merging, the energies recoil.
DB’s force: Blasts YB’s carefully maintained beard hair into a frizzy, upward-pointing spike. His hat flies off.
YB’s force: Backfires weakly, spraying DB with a sudden, localized shower of purple glitter-like qi residue.
Simultaneously: DB’s loose needles fly everywhere, harmlessly but infuriatingly sewing YB’s sleeves shut and stitching his robe hem to a large rock.
The Aftermath:
YB: (Struggling, purple-glittered, beard spiked, sleeves sewn shut, robe tethered to a boulder) “This… this is an OUTRAGE! Where is the martial decorum?!”
DB: (Examining a purple-glittered fingernail with disdain, then plucking YB’s sword from the air with two fingers where it had flown) “Tsk, tsk, Gentleman Yue. All glitter and no point. Your technique lacks… conviction. And decent tailoring.” DB floats away, leaving YB shrieking and tethered, the “HYPOCRITE” leaf art swirling gently at his feet. “Do try the duck embroidery, darling. It suits you.”
Clash of Styles: Delicate Needles vs. Pompous Swordsmanship.
Satirical Tropes: Mocking Yue Buqun’s hypocrisy and Dongfang Bubai’s flamboyant ruthlessness.
Epic Fail Visuals: Glitter beards, sewn robes, and leaf-based insults!
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