Pang Yuanji joined his two fingers together in front of him, smiling faintly, “I don’t have many flying swords, just one, but fortunately it’s fast. I hope it won’t disappoint you.”

On the main street, sword energy arose everywhere, then flowed gently like streams, meandering and disorganized, eventually spreading out and gathering into a river of sword energy.

Sword intent was ubiquitous, and the drinkers in the taverns on both sides clearly felt a chilling coldness slowly seeping in from the street.

The reason Pang Yuanji was chosen as a disciple by the Hidden Official was clearly not luck, but rather a universally acknowledged truth: Pang Yuanji was indeed the most promising person in the Sword Qi Great Wall in the past century to inherit the mantle of the Hidden Official.

Where the demon race is most numerous, is where I unleash my sword.

Which sword cultivator wouldn’t yearn for such a realm?

For a sword cultivator, especially a favored child of heaven with the reputation of a congenital sword embryo, the quality of their natal flying sword would indeed determine the height of their eventual achievements.

After Pang Yuanji spoke those words.

A continuous chorus of boos and jeers erupted from the taverns and restaurants, full of teasing.

Pang Yuanji’s natal flying sword was named “Time,” as in, Time is like water, therefore flowing and unpredictable, the sword is shapeless. If Qi Shou’s most fundamental natal sword, “Jumping Pearls,” had a direct display in terms of quantity, then Pang Yuanji’s natal sword was truly unreasonable. What was most unreasonable was not just the great power of his natal flying sword, but also that after obtaining the “Time” flying sword, Pang Yuanji was hailed as “Sword Mastery of All Techniques.” His flying sword could not only temper the physical body but also nourish the three souls and seven spirits, making the cultivation of magic arts twice as effective. Coupled with Pang Yuanji’s extraordinary talent for cultivation since childhood, with an ability to draw inferences, he was proficient in a wide range of knowledge, so Pang Yuanji also had the nickname “Pang the Polymath.”

Pang Yuanji had no magic robes, no semi-immortal weapon like Qi Shou that came with his surname, and no extra military armor.

Chen Ping’an gently walked forward, his fist energy cascading like a waterfall, walking on the street as if sailing against the current.

As he walked, the pure fist intent of a martial artist clashed with the ultimate pure sword energy, causing those with insufficient cultivation to be unable to clearly see the face and figure of the blue-robed swordsman. The scene on the street was like wine in a bowl, a person was like a copper coin dropped into the wine, the drinker shook the white bowl, making it difficult to see the copper coin at the bottom.

Ning Yao, who remained standing in place, softly said, “How Chen Ping’an won that fight, why Qi Shou lost, I’ll tell you the details later.”

Yan Zhuo’s eyes lit up as he stared blankly at that back, sighing deeply, “As long as my brother is willing to act, I guarantee he can beat anyone.”

Then Yan Zhuo turned his head and smiled, “Right, Sanqiu, who was it who said, ‘I can knock down Qi Shou with one hand if I’m lying’?”

Chen Sanqiu said blankly, “It should be Dong Heitan who said it.”

Dong Huafu roared, “Bullshit!”

Diezhang was a bit helpless. Dong Heitan was actually the one who had spent the longest time with Ah Liang among everyone. It was estimated that he was also the only “top expert” on the Sword Qi Great Wall who had ever urinated on Ah Liang. Therefore, Dong Heitan was either a taciturn person or would swear using the filthy words he learned from Ah Liang whenever he opened his mouth. If the listener really minded, they would be laughed to death or angered to death.

A middle-aged sword immortal who had quietly arrived at the dilapidated tavern sat next to the one-eyed, bearded man, wiped the dust off the table, and nodded with a smile, “Pure fist energy, profound fist intent. It’s unimaginable that Cao Ci was able to win three matches against this person in his early years.”

The bearded man, who had previously been kicked by the Hidden Official, didn’t feel the slightest bit awkward. He continued to drink, hoarsely saying, “You came late. If you had personally seen Cao Ci practicing his fist on the city wall, you wouldn’t find it so strange. No matter how high Cao Ci’s achievements were, how fast he broke through, I would find it all justified.”

Speaking of this, the bearded man glanced at Chen Ping’an, who was moving forward unhurriedly and leisurely in the river of sword energy, “Of course, this young man is indeed very good. I saw him practicing his fist back and forth on the city wall back then. At that time, I couldn’t imagine that he would have today’s martial arts realm. Even if the old sword immortal had said it at the time, I might not have believed it.”

The middle-aged sword immortal who had just arrived from Southern Suopo Continent not long ago smiled and said, “I heard that he’s from the Lizhu Cave Heaven in Treasure Bottle Continent. I wonder if he has any connection with the Dali Prince Song Changjing.”

The bearded man shook his head and said, “I’m not too sure. Although he’s not old, he looks like a seasoned veteran used to fighting. Do you have so many fights for a pure martial artist to fight in your Vast Heaven World? Even if he has a master feeding him punches and passing on techniques, without truly being in a life-and-death situation multiple times, he wouldn’t be able to display this kind of intent.”

“He doesn’t look like an outsider. Instead, he looks like the most authentic young man from the Sword Qi Great Wall.”

The sword immortal from Southern Suopo Continent raised his wine bowl and gently clinked it against the other’s. After taking a sip of wine, he sighed, “The world is vast, and someone like me who doesn’t like to drink has developed a craving for alcohol only after coming here.”

The man twitched the corner of his mouth. This taciturn Jade Purity Realm sword cultivator rarely revealed a hint of resentment, coldly saying, “It’s all the atmosphere brought about by that bastard. A bachelor who doesn’t drink will remain a bachelor for ten thousand years. A sword immortal who doesn’t drink will have a wandering nascent soul.”

Three fights were over.

The fourth fight was about to begin.

It was truly satisfying.

The slightly chubby little girl vigorously pounded on the windowsill, her face flushed, extremely excited, “See, see, do I have good taste? Don’t be shy, say it out loud!”

No one paid attention to her.

This made the little girl a little annoyed. She suddenly found Dong Jie’s sister acting a bit unusually.

She asked curiously, “Dong Jie’s sister, did you suddenly realize that Ning’s sister picked such a good man, and then you realized that you’re not young anymore, and you haven’t found anyone suitable after picking and choosing, so you feel particularly bad? Then learn from me, be happy to speak out, and speak out when you’re sad. I’ll drink with you. I’ll lend you some of my happiness!”

Dong Budesi leaned on the windowsill, rubbed her face hard with her hands, sighed, and nodded, “It’s really uncomfortable. After so many years, nothing can compare to Ning’s girl.”

The little girl comforted her, “Dong Jie’s sister, you’re older. Ning’s sister can’t compare to you in this matter. You’re guaranteed to win!”
Dong Bude turned her head, reached out and grasped the young girl’s neck, gently lifting her up with a smile, “Speak louder, I didn’t hear you clearly just now.”

The girl’s feet left the ground, filled with vexation, and she huffed, “Sister Dong, you better show me some respect from now on! One wrong move, and I’ll be Chen Ping’an’s little wife! You’ll be in deep trouble. If he sees you bullying me, he’ll get angry and beat you up, just like he did with Qi Shou. I won’t be able to stop him, powerless to do anything but watch you bouncing on the ground!”

Dong Bude put the girl down, laughing, “What nonsense are you spouting? Go say that to Ning Yatou.”

The girl steadied herself and shrugged. “I’m not stupid; can’t I see the unspoken connection between him and Sister Ning? I was just saying. My mother always says that the man you can’t have is the best man in the world! I know she’s saying that to my father. He always looks like he’s swallowed something nasty. He wants to scold her, but he doesn’t dare; he wants to hit her, but he can’t win. He wants to get angry, but it doesn’t seem worth it.”

Dong Bude held the girl’s head down, forcing her to “kowtow” repeatedly, playfully scolding, “Little brat, you’re not learning anything good at such a young age! Your mouth has no filter. Aren’t you afraid your parents will spank you until your backside blooms?”

After Dong Bude let go, the girl rubbed her swollen forehead, not even looking at Dong Bude, and slammed her fists on the windowsill. “Annoying! I’ve decided, after he wins against Pang Yuanji, I’m going to learn martial arts from him! If he refuses to teach me, I’ll kneel at Sister Ning’s doorstep for a full stick of incense, maybe half! Sincere enough! Once I learn martial arts, hehe, Sister Dong, you better be careful when you walk alone at night!”

Even Dong Bude was at a loss with this little girl.

Her brain was a pit, impossible to fill with reason.

Dong Bude suddenly sighed, “There are quite a few sword immortals watching.”

The girl was about to speak when Dong Bude wrapped an arm around her neck, pulling her close. The girl’s head tilted, her eyes rolled back, and she stuck out her tongue, playing dead.

On the street, the young martial artist in a green robe and white jade hairpin was doing something strange.

Instead of relying on the tough physique and agile form of a martial artist, instead of seeking to “wade through” the water at the fastest speed and approach Pang Yuanji, he gently shook his arm, held a large stack of ordinary yellow talismans, and scattered them, instantly throwing out forty or fifty talismans of various colors.

Almost all the talismans were instantly shattered by sword qi.

However, Chen Ping’an continued to do so, not walking fast, but the speed at which he threw the talismans was dazzling.

Pang Yuanji smiled, forming a hand seal with two fingers, and stepped on the Dipper.

Far behind Chen Ping’an, ripples appeared, and another Pang Yuanji emerged.

On the rooftops on both sides of the street, twelve more Pang Yuanjis appeared.

Each “Pang Yuanji” on the rooftops was either forming a Daoist incantation or a Buddhist mudra. Beneath each of them, a talisman array appeared. Between Pang Yuanji and Pang Yuanji, between talisman array and talisman array, slender threads of different colors, like dragons and snakes swimming, interlinked and merged, eventually forming a talisman array that encompassed the entire street.

Not only that, but the two Pang Yuanjis standing in front of and behind Chen Ping’an also began to move slowly forward, casually tapping and drawing, creating talismans that floated in the air. All were those strange and ancient seal characters and cloud patterns. The core of each talisman radiated an extremely bright light. Some talismans shimmered with spiritual water, some crackled with lightning, and some were entwined with fire dragons, each unique.

After Chen Ping’an threw out over a hundred yellow paper talismans in one go, he instantly stopped and assumed a martial stance. The thick martial intent that had been surging within him, like a sword returning to its sheath, delivered a swift punch with a contained stance.

The punch shot out like a rainbow.

Like thunder, erupting from the earth.

The river of sword qi on the entire street trembled.

Most of the sword intent in that river of sword qi gathered around the green-robed figure, like heavy troops besieging a city.

The two Pang Yuanjis on the street continued to move forward at a steady pace, continuing to consolidate the talisman array.

Pang Yuanji had not watched the three fights in vain.

This Chen Ping’an had too many tricks up his sleeve, constantly emerging, and he was still hiding his strength.

For example, his left hand, which had not yet fully unleashed its power.

And Chen Ping’an’s true speed, how fast it really was, Pang Yuanji still couldn’t figure it out.

In the battle with Qi Shou, this Chen Ping’an had carefully set up many distractions.

Below sword immortal level, apart from Ning Yao and him, Pang Yuanji, and those nascent soul sword cultivators, perhaps others could only watch the spectacle.

Pang Yuanji felt somewhat helpless deep down.

You, Chen Ping’an, a pure martial artist, a Qi Refiner of the lower five realms, possessing a Natal Treasure flying sword after Great Refinement is already quite something. What’s the deal with those two imitation sword immortal flying swords that are so good at intimidating people?

Heaven knows if this guy is hiding another one.

Pang Yuanji felt that he was capable of such a dirty trick.

In addition, Pang Yuanji’s vigilance grew even stronger.

Those talismans that Chen Ping’an threw out were, in fact, precisely examining the subtle details of the river of sword qi.

Therefore, Pang Yuanji didn’t hesitate to retract the sword qi, determined not to give him more opportunities to investigate.

Earlier, after Chen Ping’an and his group left the Ning Mansion, in the martial arts arena, Nalan Yexing, the Ning family’s old servant, had been diligently protecting the three generations of Ning family masters. At this moment, he was squatting on the ground, gently stroking the ground with his fingers.

Bai Lian Shuang, the old woman of the Yao family who had accompanied her young miss to the Ning Mansion many years ago, stood aside, annoyed, “Old dog, why aren’t you watching over there? If something goes wrong, what are we going to do? Can you afford to lose your dog life?”

Nalan Yexing said calmly, “No matter how dangerous it is, can it be more dangerous than the battlefield in the south?”

Bai Lian Shuang became even angrier, “The human heart is treacherous; how is it any less dangerous than a battlefield? Nalan old dog! Are you truly ignorant, or are you pretending to be?”

Nalan Yexing withdrew his hand, raised his head, and remained silent.

Bai Lian Shuang sighed and softened her tone, “Have you ever thought that a young man as promising as Young Master Chen, if he were with the eldest daughter of any other major clan in Sword Qi Great Wall, wouldn’t need to expend so much effort? They would have carefully cherished him and offered him up.”
To become that carefree and well-matched son-in-law. Now that we’re here, the Ning Residence only has us two old immortals. The Yao family is still choosing to observe. Since even the Yao family hasn’t expressed their stance, it means that before something happens, no one will support our young lady and son-in-law. Once something goes wrong, it’ll be too late.”

Nalan Yexing said, “Old Yao is holding his breath inside.”

Bai Lianshuang hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, “How about we leak some news about our son-in-law’s betrothal gifts to the Yao family?”

Nalan Yexing, rarely assertive in front of the old woman, turned his head and said in a deep voice, “Don’t waste Chen Ping’an, and don’t insult the Yao family.”

Bai Lianshuang nodded, surprisingly not retorting.

Nalan Yexing explained, “Since you’ve already said it, Chen Ping’an has chosen our young lady, so there’s nothing we can do. If he can convince us, then he should also be able to convince others. If he can’t convince them, then he’ll have to subdue them through force!”

Bai Lianshuang complained, “I’m not asking you to get involved and unfairly favor Chen Ping’an, I’m just asking you to keep an eye on things to prevent accidents. You’ve been rambling on for so long without getting to the point.”

Nalan Yexing said helplessly, “Alright, then I’ll break our agreement and tell you the truth. The reason I’m not going out and can only stay here, scratching my heart and lungs, is Chen Ping’an’s intention. Otherwise, I would have gone to find a corner to drink long ago.”

Bai Lianshuang asked in confusion, “He told you this beforehand?”

Nalan Yexing nodded, “Even if you lent me the courage, I wouldn’t dare to deceive you on such a matter, would I? It was Chen Ping’an’s own idea.”

The old man stood up and smiled, “The reason is simple. If the Ning Residence doesn’t have any elders going over there, then the Qi family won’t have the face to do so. As for the fight with Qi Shou, even if he loses, he will lose in a way that won’t be too unsightly. It’s destined to make Qi Shou never feel like he truly won. If Qi Shou dares to break the rules, and it’s no longer just about determining a victor, but instead, he suddenly acts in a life-or-death manner, crossing the line, then Chen Ping’an will be able to force Qi Shou’s ancestor to come out and clean up the mess. How much face and substance the Qi family can salvage then will depend on whether the spectators agree.”

Bai Lianshuang fell into deep thought, carefully considering these words.

Nalan Yexing continued, “You and the young lady might not be aware, but Chen Ping’an privately sought me out twice. The first time, he asked in detail about the background of Qi Shou, Pang Yuanji, and Gao Yehou, from the names and temperaments of the three sword cultivators’ flying swords, to their fighting habits, and even their mentors. He asked about everything, including battlefield battles and one-on-one duels. The second time, he asked me to help simulate the three flying swords, so he could fight against them separately. The only principle was that my sword strikes had to be a fraction faster than the three’s natal flying swords. Of course, I wouldn’t refuse. It was in Chen Ping’an’s cramped room, where there wasn’t much room to maneuver. Of course, there was no need to injure anyone, just to touch and stop. Chen Ping’an said with a smile that once he truly lets go and exerts his full strength, he will at least make these favored children of heaven fight him to the death. It’s not something they can do if they want to. By the end, they’ll probably have no choice but to fight to the death.”

Bai Lianshuang’s expression was strange.

Nalan Yexing’s smile was even stranger. He pointed towards the Diezhang store, “Are you still worried about Chen Ping’an? Shouldn’t Qi Shou, Pang Yuanji, and the others be the ones worrying about Chen Ping’an? To be stuck with such an opponent, as long as the difference in their realms isn’t too great, they’ll probably be disgusted to death by Chen Ping’an. How resistant Chen Ping’an is to being beaten, you, Bai Lianshuang, have experienced it firsthand. Wouldn’t you know?”

Nalan Yexing slowly paced back and forth, feeling relaxed, “This kid, he’s easy to talk to, and he knows how to behave. When he came to my place, after helping him temper his sword, we drank a little wine together. The kid rarely said so much. You didn’t see Chen Ping’an at that time, after drinking the wine, taking off his boots, and sitting cross-legged like me. The look in his eyes at that time, and the words he spoke, what a sight it was.”

Nalan Yexing revealed a hint of nostalgia.

The Ning Residence really needs a male master, or it’s too dull.

Bai Lianshuang glared and said, “When you meet him, call him Young Master Chen! Here with me, you can call him Son-in-Law. You keep saying Chen Ping’an, is that appropriate? Who lent you the gall?!”

Nalan Yexing felt extremely wronged. He finally managed to earn some face in front of Chen Ping’an, but in front of this old woman, it was all given back without a trace.

The old woman muttered to herself, “Old dog, do you think Young Master Chen could possibly win all three matches?”

Nalan Yexing had already prepared his answer, “Of course, I want him to, but if the third fight is against one of Pang Yuanji, Qi Shou, and Gao Yehou, it’s still a bit difficult. Just talking about Qi Shou, who has the greatest chance, as long as this little brat doesn’t overestimate himself, Chen Ping’an and him, there will be a fight, a very good fight.”

Sure enough.

Both old people clearly sensed the vast aura of an ancient sword, echoing on the street near the Diezhang store.

Then, the immortal sword that Chen Ping’an had placed in the small house in the Ning Residence left on its own.

The old woman kicked Nalan Yexing’s knee, “Aren’t you going to go and see what’s going on! You crow’s mouth, it’s obviously Qi Shou who unsheathed that Gaozhu.”

Although Nalan Yexing’s expression was normal, he was actually a little anxious. For ordinary sparring matches that don’t involve life and death, why would a semi-immortal weapon and an immortal weapon need to confront each other?

Nalan Yexing didn’t care about any agreements anymore.

But the old woman didn’t expect that she would suddenly calm down at the critical moment. Although her expression was solemn, Bai Lianshuang still shook her head and said, “Forget it. We have to believe in our son-in-law, that he had expected this all along.”

Nalan Yexing tentatively asked, “Really don’t need me to go?”

The implication was, of course, if there was a problem over there, what Nalan Yexing should do afterward, you, Bai Lianshuang, can order me around as you please, but you absolutely can’t blame him for dereliction of duty.

Bai Lianshuang nodded, “I said it!”

Nalan Yexing glanced at her.

The old woman angrily said, “Old dog, take care of your dog eyes!”

Nalan Yexing knew she wasn’t in a good mood right now, so he endured it.

Anyway, not arguing with her wasn’t a matter of just a year or two.

Not long after, a Golden Core cultivator flew over in a hurry, landed on the martial arts field, and bowed to the two seniors, “Chen Ping’an has already won three matches. The three are Ren Yi, Pu Yu, and Qi Shou.”

This nearly hundred-year-old cultivator was just a young looking…
A golden core sword cultivator with a handsome face, named Cui Wei, was considered an unofficial disciple of Nalan Yexing. Nalan Yexing didn’t take it seriously, but Cui Wei always adhered to the etiquette between master and disciple. In fact, for the past ten years or so, he had been implicated in the great disaster of the Ning family, and his life had been extremely difficult. Yet, Cui Wei remained true to his original intention.

The old woman cheered loudly.

Nalan Yexing asked, “Is Chen Ping’an seriously injured? Why didn’t you protect him and instead rushed here to claim credit?”

Cui Wei smiled and said, “It seems there will be another fight. After delivering the news, I need to hurry back and watch.”

Nalan Yexing grabbed Cui Wei’s shoulder. “Tell me the details of those three duels!”

Cui Wei smiled wryly. “Master, the fourth fight is between Chen Ping’an and Pang Yuanji, and Chen Ping’an took the initiative to challenge. It’s too much of a pity to miss. When I rushed to the Ning residence, I discovered that two more sword immortal seniors from Northern Ju-lu Continent had also arrived.”

Nalan Yexing asked, “What about Gao Zhu?”

Cui Wei smiled knowingly. “Sword Immortal Gao Kui made the decisive judgment, revealing the secrets, so Qi Shou only held his sword, but did not draw it, and has already sheathed his sword and left.”

The old woman didn’t have time to rejoice, and her face changed slightly. “What? Young Master is going to fight Pang Yuanji again?!”

Nalan Yexing laughed, “I’m very relieved.”

The old woman pointed a finger. “Go keep an eye on things!”

Nalan Yexing shook his head. “No need to go. Winning against Qi Shou already proves that Chen Ping’an not only knows what he’s doing, but also throws a well-aimed punch.”

In front of his unofficial disciple, Cui Wei, he still had to maintain the demeanor of a senior.

However, Nalan Yexing subtly shifted his feet.

The old woman waved her hand. “Cui Wei, please go and keep an eye on things. If things look bad, send a flying sword message to the Ning residence.”

Cui Wei quickly flew away on his sword.

The sparring match on the Great Wall of Swords, the earth-shattering battle between the two sword immortals, the sky-covering sword energies of both sides, of course, could not be missed.

But Cui Wei didn’t think that the conflict between Chen Ping’an and Qi Shou and Pang Yuanji was any less exciting.

In fact, it was very exciting.

Otherwise, Gao Kui and the other four Upper Fifth Realm sword immortals wouldn’t be drinking there.

Plus, with the sword immortals who continued to arrive later to witness the final junior sparring match, Cui Wei even guessed that there would eventually be more than ten sword immortals gathered on that street!

When Cao Ci from the Central Earth Divine Continent appeared at the Great Wall of Swords and caused a conflict, how many sword immortals were willing to show their faces?

Although this had a lot to do with the fact that Cao Ci’s martial arts realm was not yet high at that time, and his punches were quickly defeated. But putting aside all the reasons, just talking about the number of sword immortals watching, Chen Ping’an, who had only been at the Great Wall of Swords for a few days, had unconsciously caught up with a certain person from back then. However, the latter was a chaotic battle, and had nothing to do with heroic spirit or sword immortal grace.

The old woman murmured, “How wonderful it would be if the master and mistress were still here.”

Nalan Yexing was speechless and could only sigh.

The old woman rubbed her eyes and smiled. “It’s very good now too.”

On top of the Great Wall of Swords, there were two small thatched huts next to each other.

A young man with a jade-like face walked out of the small thatched hut and came to the northern city wall nearby, gazing at the city to the north, and smiling, “Senior Zuo, even Hidden Official has run over to join in the fun, aren’t you going to take a look?”

On the city wall, a man sat cross-legged, his sword resting on his lap, his eyes closed in meditation. There were crisscrossing, solidified, and fierce sword energies around him, suddenly appearing and disappearing unpredictably. It was fortunate that the man standing beside him was Sword Immortal Wei Jin of Wind and Snow Temple.

Wei Jin was a peerless genius of Treasure Bottle Continent after Li Tuanjing and before Ma Kuxuan. As for the three in sequence, it was generally acknowledged that Li Tuanjing, the sword cultivator who stopped at the peak of the nascent soul realm before his death, was not inferior to Wei Jin in terms of aptitude. But unfortunately, he was trapped by love and wasted the possibility of becoming the first immortal realm sword cultivator in the history of Treasure Bottle Continent. Therefore, overall, he was still not as good as Wei Jin. As for Ma Kuxuan, the military strategist of True Martial Mountain, Treasure Bottle Continent believed that his aptitude should be slightly inferior to the two seniors, Li Tuanjing and Wei Jin. It was just that his opportunity with the great dao was too good, and his future achievements might be even higher than Wei Jin’s. As for Li Tuanjing, the previous owner of Wind and Thunder Garden, since he had already died and his soul dispersed, everything was over after all.

Zuo You never opened his eyes, and his expression was indifferent. “There’s nothing to see. Temporary victory is meaningless.”

Wei Jin knew Senior Zuo’s temper, so his words were not too taboo. He smiled and said, “This really doesn’t sound like the attitude a senior brother should have towards his junior brother.”

Zuo You shook his head. “I have never acknowledged this matter. Besides, according to the rules of the Daoist lineage, without hanging the portrait of the founder, without offering incense and kowtowing, he wouldn’t be considered my junior brother anyway.”

Wei Jin stopped saying anything more.

Senior Zuo had always been a man of few words, as if making him say a sentence was more difficult than drawing his sword to face an enemy.

Zuo You and Wei Jin, two sword immortals, one from the Central Earth Divine Continent and one from the Treasure Bottle Continent. Moreover, Zuo You had been away from the world’s sight for a long time, like a lonely ghost drifting aimlessly over the vast sea for more than a hundred years. The two originally had nothing to do with each other, except that they both knew A-Liang and Chen Ping’an.

Zuo You was relatively pleased with Wei Jin’s swordsmanship and character. This young man, who had received no small favor from A-Liang, was one of the few existences among the many sword cultivators at the Great Wall of Swords with whom Zuo You was willing to say a few more words.

However, Wei Jin had only just entered the Jade Purity Realm not long ago. On the other hand, Zuo You had already been famous for a hundred years. Wei Jin calling him Senior Zuo was very appropriate.

Wei Jin was a little emotional.

Every sword cultivator had a sword immortal they admired the most.

For example, at Wind and Snow Temple’s Immortal Stage, his master, who was not highly cultivated but would be respected by Wei Jin for the rest of his life, had always admired Li Tuanjing, who single-handedly suppressed the Orthodox Yang Mountain. His greatest wish during his lifetime was to have the opportunity to ask Li Tuanjing about the way of the sword, even if Li Tuanjing only said one word, he would have no regrets in this life. Unfortunately, his master was thin-skinned and had low cultivation. He was never able to fulfill his wish. By the time Wei Jin wandered the world, and encountered the “saber wielder” wearing a bamboo hat, and broke through his realm in seclusion, and wanted to ask about the sword art as a sword immortal and as a disciple of his master, Li Tuanjing had already passed away.

For Wei Jin, his life was always like this. What he didn’t seek, might come abundantly. What he sought bitterly, was fleeting and receding further and further away.

Fortunately, upon arriving at the Great Wall of Swords, Wei Jin’s state of mind broadened.
Here resided the eldest Sword Immortal, solitary for ten thousand years upon the Great Wall of Sword Qi; comrades-in-arms from the frigid North Ju Continent, generous in their willingness to die; and Left, a predecessor whose swordsmanship had reached its zenith, seemingly surpassing all other sword cultivators in the Vast Expanse.

In the previous conflict, Left, single-handedly wielding his sword, plunged deep into the demon horde, cleaving a path with his very presence. He needed not even draw his blade, for any magical artifacts that dared approach him were instantly reduced to dust.

It was only upon encountering a great demon that caught his eye that Left deigned to truly fight.

That battle of immortals caused untold collateral damage, though fortunately, only demons were within a hundred-mile radius.

A spectacle of unparalleled grace.

This single battle made Left the most welcomed outsider among the native sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

After the battle’s conclusion, Left sat alone atop the wall, drinking. The eldest Sword Immortal, Chen Qingdu, appeared and spoke a single sentence: “High swordsmanship is not enough.”

Even when facing this pillar of strength revered by A Liang as the eldest Sword Immortal, Left simply replied, “Then the swordsmanship is not yet high enough.”

At this, Chen Qingdu, hands clasped behind his back, turned to leave, shaking his head and laughing, “How did that most adaptable Old Scholar teach such a student?”

Left was too lazy to respond.

The reason was simple: he couldn’t defeat this old man.

Otherwise, he would have used his sword to make a point, so that this most senior of ten-thousand-year exiles would be more respectful when mentioning his teacher.

Wei Jin lowered his head, gazing at his outstretched palm, and smiled, “First match, Chen Pingan won, easily. His opponent was a Dragon Gate realm sword cultivator.”

Left remained silent for a moment, his eyes still closed, but he frowned, “Dragon Gate realm sword cultivator?”

Wei Jin assumed that Senior Left was disdainful of the low realm of Chen Pingan’s opponent, and said, “The second match will be against a young Golden Core cultivator.”

Unexpectedly, Left frowned even more deeply. “Only ten years? Has it even been ten years? And he can already fight Dragon Gate realm sword cultivators?”

Wei Jin’s mood was somewhat complicated.

Was Senior Left lacking confidence in his little junior brother?

Wei Jin quickly recalled that when Senior Left studied under the Sage of Literature, his realm wasn’t particularly high, and he wasn’t born a natural sword genius.

Left said calmly, “You don’t need to tell me about the battle.”

Wei Jin then observed the mountain and river with his own palm.

Left continued to hone his own sword intent with the majestic sword intent of the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi.

When one is young, it’s not a good thing to neglect studies and be distracted by martial arts and sword practice.

After experiencing more, turning back to books makes it difficult to absorb simple principles.

One’s mind is filled with thoughts of how to interact with the world, being picky and choosing only what is useful for oneself. Such knowledge might provide immediate relief, and for ordinary people, it would still be quite beneficial, as everyone needs a place of peace. But for the student of his teacher, especially the last disciple… it holds little significance.

Wei Jin remained silent for a long time. After watching the second match, he noticed a subtle difference in Left and couldn’t help but ask, “Senior Left, if you still have such attachments, why do you refuse to even meet him?”

Left frowned and said, “I told you, I don’t believe he is my little junior brother.”

That young man could be his teacher’s disciple, could be Qi Jingchun’s junior brother, but even so, that didn’t mean he was the little junior brother in Left’s heart.

Otherwise, why would Left call himself the Eldest Brother, disregarding the universally acknowledged top disciple of the Sage of Literature, Cui Ru?

Even if one takes a step back, is a little junior brother who’s only focused on being lovey-dovey with his little wife while neglecting his Eldest Brother even worthy of being called a junior brother?

Just because *I* don’t consider you my little junior brother, does that give *you* the right to not consider me your Eldest Brother?

Wei Jin quietly watched the battle from afar.

Suddenly, Left opened his eyes, squinted, and looked towards the main street of the city.

Wei Jin suppressed a smile, remaining silent.

At that very moment, the Qi family’s descendant drew his sword.

Left quickly closed his eyes again.

Wei Jin smiled knowingly.

The lineage of the Sage of Literature emphasizes reason above all else.

Elsewhere on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the Lord of Concealment descended from the wind, landing below the city wall. With a skip and a jump, she stepped onto the wall and walked upwards.

Her steps seemed slow, but in an instant, she was on the city wall. An aged sword immortal from the Northern Ju Continent, stationed nearby, bowed in greeting.

The Lord of Concealment nodded. Standing on the northern city wall, she took a large step and arrived at the city wall near the south. She reached out, grabbed her two goat-horn braids, pulled them upwards, swaying back and forth, and slowly ascended into the air.

Then, frowning unhappily, she turned, riding the wind like an arrow towards a certain city wall below. The entire heavy sea of clouds above her head was suddenly scattered. In an instant, she appeared next to a thatched hut, “What? I haven’t been drinking!”

An old man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, smiling, “Just wanted to discuss something with you.”

The Lord of Concealment said, “I’m not drinking. I don’t have the energy to fight recently. I’m not going south.”

The old man laughed, “So stubborn and mischievous. You really don’t plan on getting married in the future?”

The Lord of Concealment, clad in a loose black robe, now resembled a small, agitated black cat.

Her large sleeves fluttered, and dark clouds swirled around the little girl.

As the old man spoke, he had already stood beside her, bending down and placing his hand on her small head.

The constantly fluttering black robe instantly drooped down. She lowered her head, shuffled her feet, and said in a low voice, “Speak your piece!”

The old man waved his hand, “Go play. It’s nothing.”

She said angrily, “Chen Qingdu! Are you teasing me?”

Chen Qingdu laughed, “Does our Lord of Concealment sound a little unconvinced?”

Her expression darkened.

The next moment.

First, a small world suddenly appeared near the thatched hut on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Then, almost all the sword cultivators on the city wall felt a tremor throughout the entire wall.

Within that small world.

The eldest Sword Immortal held down the Lord of Concealment’s head with one hand, her feet dangling in the air, her back against the city wall. She was bursting with killing intent, but couldn’t break free.

Chen Qingdu said calmly, “It’s not that I can’t control you, it’s just that I feel guilty, so I don’t bother. You’re young and don’t understand things, so I’m especially lenient with you. Got it?”

The Lord of Concealment remained silent for a long time, then nodded.

Chen Qingdu released his hand, and the Lord of Concealment slid to the ground.

The old man said, “Go play.”

The Lord of Concealment said, “Oh,” turned around, and swaggered away, her two sleeves flying.

The old man stopped and looked towards the wild, untamed world to the south.

He smiled.

The mortal realm is like wine, intoxicating one before the flowers, beneath the moon, intoxicating me for ten thousand years.
Chen Qingdu glanced back north.

When cultivation realms are not that far apart, one can’t afford to be lacking in cunning when facing that kid as an enemy.

Talismans are useless now.

Chen Pingan still has the three flying swords, Fifteen, Pine Needle, and Lightning Devourer, to ascertain the true nature of Pang Yuanji’s Natal Sword.

The two Pang Yuanjis on the street also handled things with ease. One stopped, diverting his attention to manipulate three wisps of sword Qi, entangling Chen Pingan’s three flying swords.

The other one wielded that sword formation, trying to wear down Chen Pingan’s relentless punches, his martial artist’s true Qi, and his condensed fist intent.

As for the twelve Pang Yuanjis on the rooftops, they began constructing a new talisman array.

Pang Yuanji chose the most straightforward method, progressing gradually, turning the entire street into his own little world.

Like a Sage presiding over an academy, or a God guarding a mountain, his cultivation would rise to another level!

Ultimately, with a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator’s strike, victory could be decided instantly.

The opponent clearly realized Pang Yuanji’s intentions as well.

However, it seemed beyond his means to stop it. Even his punching momentum was making onlookers tremble with fear. Each collision of fist aura and sword Qi caused the entire street’s surface to shatter.

But both sides had an unspoken agreement. No matter how chaotic things became, Pang Yuanji’s sword Qi wouldn’t touch the tavern, and Chen Pingan’s fist aura wouldn’t either.

Just as Pang Yuanji was about to succeed,

That young martial artist finally unleashed his full power.

In the blink of an eye, with a fist that could split rivers, he arrived before the Pang Yuanji in front of him.

Not only that, but a snow-white, rainbow-like flying sword suddenly appeared, without any warning, hurtling towards the Pang Yuanji behind him who was manipulating sword Qi to counter the three existing flying swords.

But that wasn’t all.

A figure in white rose from the ground, his Yin Spirit embarking on a journey through the clouds.

Where he punched, that Pang Yuanji was pulverized with a single blow.

Flying Sword Initial One shattered the second Pang Yuanji.

And Chen Pingan’s Yin Spirit suddenly hovered, looking down from above, using an inverted version of the Cloud Steaming Swamp technique. Fist auras rained down like a storm, covering every rooftop and every Pang Yuanji.

At the same time, Chen Pingan’s true body on the street, retracting his fist, crouched down slightly, like a collapsing fist stance, unleashing a fist intent never before seen on Chen Pingan, like spring thunder erupting, a dragon stirring in its spine. The entire street beneath his feet nearly collapsed and sank from beginning to end. Chen Pingan, standing tall, surpassed even his Yin Spirit’s head, delivering the most powerful punch of his life towards a certain point.

Above the city, first the fist intent shot straight out, like a knife slicing through paper.

Then, with a deafening roar, everything above everyone’s heads trembled.

Pang Yuanji, appearing out of thin air in the sky, facing that straight-on fist aura, instantly gathered his flying sword, and a golden Dharma Idol several Zhang tall appeared, its arms crossed, blocking Pang Yuanji’s front.

The Dharma Idol wasn’t majestic or grand, but the golden light was as thick as liquid.

Pang Yuanji and the golden Dharma Idol were both knocked back higher into the sky.

Once Pang Yuanji stabilized, the golden Dharma Idol suddenly shrunk, becoming as small as a mustard seed, yet encompassing a world within, growing to tens of Zhang tall, standing behind Pang Yuanji, holding a Dharma seal in one hand and a giant sword in the other.

Chen Pingan stepped on Initial One and Fifteen.

Facing such a grand spectacle, he didn’t retreat but advanced, ascending rapidly.

At the window, outside the tavern, heads poked out, necks craned, watching in utter astonishment.

These two guys were fighting recklessly.

Yan Zhu whispered, “Ning Yao, don’t you劝(Persuade) him? There’s really no need to go to such lengths. Pang Yuanji isn’t a bad person, and Chen Pingan is an even better one. If it were Qi Shou, I’d be glad if Chen Pingan punched his brains out. If they keep fighting like this, someone will die.”

Ning Yao said unhappily, “Can’t劝(Persuade) him.”

Dong Huafu was a little lost. There was someone even Ning Sister couldn’t persuade?

Whether it was Ah Liang or the Old Sword Immortal, they all held Ning Sister in high regard. Moreover, Ning Sister was precocious. Even those two never treated Ning Sister like a child. She was the first, and so far the only one, who could discuss important matters with Ah Liang and the Old Sword Immortal. Even Dong Huafu’s sister admitted that she was far inferior to Ning Yao in this regard.

Ning Yao added, “Don’t want to劝(Persuade) him.”

Dong Huafu quickly understood. That was the kind of thing Ning Sister would say.

Pang Yuanji raised one hand high, pressing it down heavily.

The towering golden Dharma Idol behind him, holding a profound Dharma seal interwoven with lightning, slammed it down as well.

The young martial artist, with a single punch, shattered the Dharma seal, and with remaining strength, his fist sought Pang Yuanji!

Pang Yuanji remained unmoved, drawing two fingers across his face.

The Dharma Idol swung the giant sword horizontally, smashing it heavily into the young man in green’s waist.

Chen Pingan’s feet took root, not only was he not sent flying, plummeting to the earth, he was merely shifted sideways by the sword’s force for tens of Zhang. Once the giant sword’s power lessened, he continued to climb, throwing another punch with his left hand.

This scene made every sword cultivator below the Earth Immortal realm’s scalp crawl and their spines tingle.

The Dharma seal condensed again, and the giant sword was raised high once more.

Chen Pingan disappeared twice, appearing slightly higher between Pang Yuanji and the golden Dharma Idol, landing a punch directly on Pang Yuanji’s head.

With a resounding crash,

Pang Yuanji plummeted straight into the street below, disappearing from sight, dust billowing, and then remaining unseen for a long time.

The figure in green, stepping on two flying swords, slowly landed on the street, his left arm hanging limply, and his right hand, needless to say.

Just beside him was that Sword Immortal.

He stood on the edge of the giant crater, covered in blood, slowly turning his head, looking towards his beloved girl in the distance.

That young sword cultivator in green robes and a white jade hairpin, with a hand revealing bare bones, gently touched the hilt of that Sword Immortal, winking at her with a bright smile.