Li Yundong, playing the role of the Sword Saint, only made his appearance right at the climax of the play, but before stepping onto the stage, he had been observing the performance from behind the curtain.

It must be said that Feng Na had chosen the play with exquisite taste; after her adaptations, this production managed to convey both the tension of a dramatic piece and the excitement and brilliance of an action sequence.

Furthermore, since she was temporarily serving as the president of the Taekwondo Club, drafting a few skilled members from the club to act as temporary cast and fight choreographers was a remarkably convenient and easy matter.

The play depicted Li Xiaoyao and Lin Yueru tracking Zhao Ling'er’s trail, only to run into Gai Luojiao and Elder Shi, who had taken Zhao Ling'er away. A massive brawl immediately erupted between the two parties, and Elder Shi, overwhelmed by numbers, ultimately self-detonated, taking everyone down with him.

It so happened that the Sword Saint was passing by at that very moment. Seeing Zhao Ling'er, noting her human form housing a demonic soul, and witnessing the field strewn with corpses, he instantly concluded she was the murderer. In a fit of righteous anger, he took her away.

To heighten the dramatic tension, Feng Na revised the scene where Li Xiaoyao and Lin Yueru were subdued by Gai Luojiao. The revised ending had Li Xiaoyao not fainting; instead, the Sword Saint forcibly snatched Zhao Ling'er away. Li Xiaoyao engaged the Sword Saint in a direct clash but was predictably overwhelmed and struck down. The scene ended with him and Zhao Ling'er locked in a distant gaze across the stage, tears streaming down their faces.

Recalling the play, Li Yundong felt a strange sensation wash over him. He muttered inwardly, This plot is strikingly similar to how Ao Wushuang took my girl away. Is this too coincidental? Did Feng Na do this intentionally, or is it a pure fluke?

While he was pondering this, the fight between Gai Luojiao and Elder Shi was already underway on stage. The choreography for this fight was respectable, following standard conventions. The students in the audience, having never witnessed such sword-and-shadow theater, were utterly thrilled, erupting in cheers and applause.

Finally, Elder Shi, realizing he was outnumbered, hurled a dramatic farewell line. Suddenly, all the stage lights flared to maximum intensity, forcing everyone in the audience to instinctively shield their eyes. Then, just as abruptly, all lights extinguished, plunging the stage into utter darkness.

At this moment, Li Yundong knew it was time for Elder Shi's self-destruction sequence to conclude, and his own entrance was imminent.

The news that The Legend of Sword and Fairy would be performed at the Freshman Welcome Gala had spread throughout the entire school days prior, creating a massive buzz. A major focus for many was not only how Li Yundong would portray the Sword Saint but also how the fight choreography, especially Elder Shi’s self-detonation, would be staged.

Many students had fiercely debated the logistics on the school forum, though most arguments ended without resolution.

Yet, seeing the ingenious way Feng Na managed this transition, those in the audience with an understanding of stagecraft immediately began applauding. The less informed, however, felt a touch of disappointment, craning their necks to peer into the inky blackness of the stage, eagerly awaiting the Sword Saint’s appearance.

Indeed, it wasn't long before a single spotlight shot down from above, fixing squarely upon Li Yundong.

The moment Li Yundong stepped onto the stage, his commanding aura and a costume and bearing uncannily matching the Sword Saint instantly sent the student body into a frenzy of excitement, shouting wildly.

Even Li Yundong himself was unprepared for the tidal wave of sound that greeted his entrance—a deafening roar composed of applause, cheers, and shouts, crashing onto the stage like a chaotic flood, making it impossible for him to even hear his own lines!

For a moment, the actors on stage and Feng Na and the crew backstage felt their hearts plummet. What are we going to do? This will kill the momentum! they thought.

Fortunately, Li Yundong acted on instinct. He swiftly drew the precious sword from behind his back, unsheathing it halfway with a sharp zheng. The moment the blade cleared the scabbard, Li Yundong channeled his inner strength, causing the liue sword to emit a sound like a dragon’s roar that echoed throughout the auditorium. Though the crowd’s noise was loud, it could not drown out the sword’s cry.

The audience fell silent, a mix of astonishment and wonder on their faces, their eyes wide as they stared at the stage. Suddenly, the auditorium was enveloped in profound quiet.

The students below assumed this was a meticulously planned sound effect, perhaps pre-recorded audio played through the speakers. However, the actors and backstage crew knew—this was entirely Li Yundong’s own doing!

Having silenced the audience with a display of prowess, Li Yundong turned, casting a cold, authoritative glance around the surroundings. He spoke to Zhao Ling'er with stern gravity, "Were these people all slain by you?"

Ziyuan, naturally intelligent and spiritually acute, responded with a performance of terror and frantic denial, shaking her head and retreating. Her portrayal was so convincing that the young men in the audience felt waves of pity, wishing they could rush forward to defend her honor.

Li Yundong scoffed, "A field of corpses here, and you are the only one around—if not you, then who did this? You demoness, still daring to deny it?"

As he spoke, Li Yundong moved forward according to the script's progression.

At this point, Li Xiaoyao burst forward to shield Zhao Ling'er, shouting loudly, "She didn't do it! I can vouch for her!"

Li Yundong snorted disdainfully, flicking his sleeve and casually tossing Li Xiaoyao aside. "Ignorant boy, get out of my way!" He then reached out to seize Zhao Ling'er.

Just then, Li Xiaoyao drew his longsword with a ringing zheng and shouted at the Sword Saint played by Li Yundong, "Take my sword!"

At that precise instant, the unexpected occurred!

The liue sword behind Li Yundong suddenly sprang from its sheath with a sharp zheng. The longsword radiated a faint, gentle glow, hovering in mid-air while emitting a clear, resonant chime.

Magical artifacts possess a spirit, capable of emotions akin to humans. This longsword’s cry carried an unmistakable resonance that Li Yundong clearly perceived—a joyous deference akin to a servant greeting a long-lost master, mixed with the excitement and emotion of a reunion!

Before Li Yundong could even register the phenomenon, Ziyuan’s expression drastically changed!

Her body flashed violently, and in an instant, C