I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 428 Twelve Shocks
Are you worthy?
These three words were like a slap in the face, delivered hard to Dugu Yifang.

Ying Xun felt embarrassed for him, but this also proved one thing: the Sword Saint should know that Dugu Yifang was a fake.

Thinking about it carefully, the Sword Saint's attitude towards Dugu Yifang and his son Dugu Ming—he wouldn't even give them a glance—suggests that Dugu Ming is also the Human-Faced Envoy's biological son, which is why the Sword Saint knew this all along.

After all, although the Sword Saint was a heartless person before, no matter how heartless and cold-blooded he was, he would not be so indifferent to his own brother and nephew, even worse than to a stranger like him.

On the other hand, Dugu Yifang's old face turned pale and then red, like a face changing.

However, being the city lord, he was thick-skinned and said with a fawning smile, "Big brother, I know you've looked down on me since we were kids..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Sword Saint coldly interrupted, "I'll give you a month to hand over the position of city lord, or else... die! I know you have powerful backers. If she dares to come, I won't hesitate to keep her here."

Upon hearing this, Ying Xun couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey kid, what are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at you for bragging without thinking. Do you know who's behind him?"

"you know?"

"The Demon Lord, Bai Suzhen, or rather, Bu Bai Suzhen, is a figure who can enter the Twelve Terrors. Her martial arts are superb and can be ranked among the top five in the world. Don't even mention you, even the martial arts legend Wuming is not enough in front of her."

Dugu Yifang was startled: "You...you...how did you know?"

The Sword Saint asked in confusion, "How come I've never heard of such a person? I don't recall there being any such person among the Twelve Terrors?"

"Old Sword Saint, you even know about the Twelve Fears?" Ying Xun asked in return.

If he remembers correctly, the Sword Saint had not yet been born when the Hundred-Knowledge Madman who compiled the Twelve Terrors was alive.

Afterwards, with the death of Bai Xiaokuangsheng, the Twelve Terrors gradually fell out of the public eye. By the time of the generation of Jian Sheng and Wuming, almost no one knew about the Twelve Terrors that had once circulated in the martial arts world.

Sword Saint felt looked down upon by Ying Xun and said irritably, "The Twelve Terrors have been known throughout the world for many years, so I naturally know a thing or two about them."

As a former renowned sword saint in the martial arts world, he naturally knew about the past glories of the martial arts world, not to mention that the Peerless Sword of their Peerless City was the fourth of the Twelve Fears.

The Sword Saint suddenly realized something and exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be... the Demon Lord you speak of is the Twelve Terrors—him?"

"No."

"Who is that?" the Sword Saint asked curiously, while also letting out a sigh of relief. After all, according to Bai Xiaokuangsheng's records, the Twelve Terrors "He" should be a person who has lived for thousands of years, and his power must have reached an unimaginable level. If the person behind Dugu Yifang is this "He", even if he is the Sword Saint, he is indeed not good enough in front of him.

We should still have a sense of awe for some senior figures in the martial arts world.

Before Ying Xun could speak, his stomach growled. The Sword Saint couldn't help but smile: "Let's go back to the Sword Inn and eat and chat."

"Well, let's go."

The two talked to themselves, neither of them giving Dugu Yifang a single glance until the very end.

This complete disregard left Dugu Yifang feeling extremely humiliated. He glared hatefully in the direction the two had left before leading the disciples of Wushuang City back to the city lord's mansion.

On the other side, Ying Xun and the Sword Saint did not return directly to the Sword Inn, but went to the restaurant first.

There was nothing he could do; the Sword Saint lived alone and didn't even have an old servant to attend to him. His daily necessities, such as food, clothing, and other necessities, were delivered to his residence by the restaurant.

When the two returned to the Sword Inn and had just put the packed food and wine on the table, the door of the Sword Inn rang.

Besides Granny Wushuang, Youruo, and the sisters Mingxin and Minghui, the visitors included an old woman and a young girl, who were none other than Mingjing and Mingyue.

"Mingjing greets Young Master Ying."

"Mingyue greets Young Master Ying."

Ying Xun smiled and clasped his hands in greeting. As he invited everyone in, he said with a smile, "You've come at just the right time, right around lunchtime."

"We've already eaten, but since you cooked it yourself, I can still eat a little more," You Ruo said with a proud smile, while swallowing hard. She had been with Ying Xun all along and knew very well how good Ying Xun's cooking skills were; in any case, she had long been captivated by Ying Xun's culinary skills.

Not only her, but also the Mingxin and Minghui sisters nodded their little heads hurriedly.

"Should I thank Miss Youruo for gracing us with her presence?" Ying Xun rolled his eyes at Youruo and whispered to the two girls, "Unfortunately, I'm not cooking today. I'll make something for you when I have time."

Mingxin: "Okay, sure."

Minghui: "Thank you, Brother Ying."

From their answers, it's clear that Mingxin is much more lively and cheerful, while Minghui is more sensible and polite. Of course, this doesn't mean that Mingxin is impolite, it's just relative.

After everyone entered and greeted the Sword Saint, they went into the main hall and took their seats.

After some casual conversation, the Sword Saint turned the topic back to the Twelve Terrors.

"The 'he' you mentioned before, the one in the Twelve Terrors, isn't the Demon Lord. So who exactly is this 'he'? Do you know?"

Ying Xun nodded, but before he could speak, You Ruo asked, "What are the Twelve Terrors?"

"These twelve terrors would be a long story, but you only need to know..."

Upon hearing this, You Ruo interrupted, "It's alright, we have time now anyway, you can speak slowly."

Knowing that Ying Xun didn't want to waste any more words, Granny Wushuang, who understood Twelve's panic, took over the conversation.

“Miss You Ruo, the so-called Twelve Terrors are twelve people and things selected by Bai Xiaokuangsheng based on his life experience in the martial arts world. These twelve people and things were the most terrifying and frightening to people in the martial arts world back then, hence they were collectively called the Twelve Terrors.”

Upon hearing this, You Ruo turned to look at Granny Wushuang, asking with a curious expression, "Then what are these twelve terrors?"

First alarm: The strange beast—the Fire Qilin.

The Fire Qilin hides in the Jiaozhou area. Legend has it that it can breathe fire and swallow gold. Even the most skilled martial artists will be reduced to ashes by its terrifying flames. It appears whenever there is a flood in Jiaozhou, and hundreds of martial artists have unfortunately died under its claws.

Second shock: Nie Jiaxue Drinking Knife.

A knife strikes and draws blood, yet kills without shedding blood, because the blood has already congealed due to the coldness of the blade before it can even splatter.

The third source of alarm: the Fire Kirin Sword of the Nanlin Duan family.

The sword's energy is as scorching as a fiery hell. If one's heart is pierced by the sword's edge, all the blood in the victim's body will be instantly evaporated, inevitably leading to death from blood loss.

The fourth terror: The treasure of Wushuang Town—the Wushuang Sword.

The Peerless Sword is so sharp that it can cut through stone and split gold. When Bai Xiaokuangsheng was alive, the Sword Saint had not yet been born, but he had a unique vision and had already foreseen that the Peerless Sword would seek a wise master, and that the man and the sword would become unparalleled in the world.

The fifth alarm: The Ao family, a renowned sword-making clan, still has a peerless sword being forged, hailed as the most perfect sword in the world.

This sword, forged no less than a thousand years ago, has brought unforeseen and tragic deaths to generations of swordsmiths in Ao Family Manor. It is extremely ominous and was regarded as a deadly weapon by people in the martial arts world even before it became a peerless sword, causing them to feel terrified at the mere mention of its name.

The Sixth Terror: A heroic sword forged by the great swordsman, the founder of swordsmanship, with all his life's effort.

Righteous spirit shines like the sun and moon, sword light reflects good and evil; when the hero's sword appears, all evil bows their heads, through countless ages, who can rival him?
The Seventh Panic: The Sword Sect.

Sword Sect is a sword-wielding sect originating from the lineage of great sword masters. The sword techniques practiced by its disciples are regarded by the martial arts world as the strongest sword techniques in the world, and are invincible.

The eighth panic: Shaolin Sect.

Although the authentic martial arts of a generation has declined in the modern martial arts world, its martial arts have a long history and still have many secret techniques that are difficult to see through. Precisely because they are difficult to see through, they are the most dangerous and the most frightening!
The Ninth Panic: Wudang Sect.

Along with Shaolin, it was hailed as the pinnacle of the martial arts world. Although it has declined, its modern disciples have become increasingly unfathomable by refusing to accept any visitors.

The Tenth Horror: The Evil Shadow of Poison Beyond the Great Wall.

Each leader of the Poison Shadow Sect not only possesses unique evil skills but is also adept at using thousands of rare and exotic poisons. Because these poisons are different from those of the Central Plains, even the most renowned poison-fighting sects and peerless physicians across the land are powerless to cure them. Anyone who becomes involved with the Poison Shadow Sect is destined to die from the poison.

Eleven: Fear and Panic: Right and Wrong Paths.

There is a legend about a narrow mountain path in Hebei. It is said that once you step onto the path of good or evil, demons will fill your way.

It is said that those who embark on the path of good or evil will inevitably become demons. Although they may possess unparalleled evil powers, they will ultimately be ostracized by the world!

After recounting the first eleven fears, Granny Wushuang paused when she spoke of the twelfth fear, and her expression changed slightly.

"As for this twelfth panic... him."

"he?"

Granny Wushuang nodded emphatically: "That's right, the twelfth terror, which is also the final terror. But this final terror is different from all the previous ones. It's not some peerless divine weapon that inspires immense fear, nor is it a prestigious sect that makes people in the martial world wary. The twelfth terror chosen by Bai Xiaokuangsheng is a mysterious and unpredictable extraordinary person. No one knows his name, so there's only one word: 'he.' However..."

"But what?"

Granny Wushuang seemed to be recalling something, or perhaps organizing her thoughts. She remained silent for a while before continuing, "However, it is said that the Twelfth Terror first appeared in the martial arts world more than a thousand years ago."

Upon hearing this, everyone except Ying Xun and the Sword Saint was shocked.

Among them, Mingjing was the first to come to her senses and exclaimed in surprise, "Grandma, you mean... the Twelfth Terror is a figure from a thousand years ago, and he has lived for over a thousand years?!"

Grandma Wushuang nodded: "According to Bai Xiaokuangsheng's records, this person did not die with the passage of time. After he appeared more than a thousand years ago, he would reappear in the martial arts world every hundred years. A person can live for thousands of years, so his power has naturally accumulated for thousands of years. It is really unimaginable how terrifying he is."

You Ruo also came to her senses at this moment and blurted out, "I don't believe it. How can a person live for a thousand years?"

Mingyue nodded in agreement and shared her thoughts.

"Is it possible that the person who appears every hundred years is actually his successor, and not the Twelfth Fear that appeared at the beginning?"

“That is indeed a more acceptable explanation.” Ying Xun nodded with a smile, then changed the subject: “But in fact, it was always him who appeared each time. He has indeed lived for over a thousand years, to be precise, over three thousand five hundred years.”

"impossible."

You Ruo didn't believe it and retorted again: "First it was more than a thousand years, and now you're saying it's two or three thousand five hundred years. You stinky Taoist, do you think I'm stupid? How can a person live that long?"

"You're not stupid, you're just ignorant. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist in the world."

"You stinking Taoist priest..."

She didn't continue speaking because the Sword Saint interrupted her.

"Do you know who he is?"

As soon as the question was asked, everyone turned their attention to Ying Xun, their eyes filled with curiosity. Ying Xun didn't keep them in suspense and simply uttered three words.

"Smile three times."

"Smile three times."

The Sword Saint murmured and repeated it, then seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps asking Ying Xun: "Are there really people in this world who live for a thousand years?"

"The world's great wonders."

Ying Xun replied with considerable emotion, "Leaving aside Xiao Sanxiao, even if we only consider himself, he has lived for over a thousand years."

"Besides Xiao Sanxiao, there is also Di Shitian, who is also a person from a thousand years ago."

"And who is Indra?" Youruo asked.

"The Lord of the Heavenly Gate, besides these two ancient monsters who have lived for thousands of years, there are also people in the world who have lived for hundreds of years, such as: the Immortal God, Wu Wudi, the Demon Lord, and so on."

Although Ying Xun himself had lived for over a thousand years, he was not old, so he was not among the old monsters.

Everyone was shocked again. This time, even Granny Wushuang and the Sword Saint were stunned and couldn't recover for a long time. On the contrary, You Ruo was the first to recover.

Because Ying Xun spoke so confidently about other masters, she was now beginning to believe that there were people in the world who could live for thousands of years. She was both shocked and curious.

"Who are these immortal gods, martial arts masters, and demon lords you mentioned?"

"A very capable person."

"you……"

You Ruo choked with anger, knowing that Ying Xun didn't want to say more, so she simply changed the subject: "You stinky Taoist, how do you know these secrets? Are you also someone who has lived for a thousand years?"

Ying Xun was startled, but thinking of You Ruo's personality, he knew she had just said it casually, so he smiled and asked, "How did you know?"

"Hmph, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't. This old lady doesn't want to hear it anyway."

They may say they don't want to hear it, but their eyes don't lie.

In addition, Sword Saint and Granny Wushuang also looked curious, so Ying Xun simply found an excuse for himself.

"There's nothing I can't say. These are all things my master told me. My master was a man who had lived for over a thousand years. Unfortunately, he couldn't withstand the erosion of time and passed away three years ago."

Thinking of his master, Ying Xun couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Such genuine feelings revealed unintentionally cannot be faked. That means that everything Ying Xun said is true. Are there really masters in the world who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years?!

While the people present were shocked, they were also somewhat moved by Ying Xun's sadness, especially Mingyue and Youruo, who spoke one after the other.

"Young Master Ying, please accept my condolences."

"So that's why you know so much. It turns out you have a great master who has lived for over a thousand years and died a happy death."

Ying Xun nodded and smiled, "It's just a momentary sadness, but thank you anyway, Miss Mingyue."

"Young Master Ying, you're too kind."

You Ruo was displeased: "You stinky Taoist priest, what do you mean? You thanked her, but why didn't you thank me?"

“Your grandfather has already betrothed you to me, we are husband and wife, why should I thank you? Just eat your food.”

Ying Xun looked completely at ease and casually picked up a piece of food for You Ruo, making You Ruo blush. She retorted stubbornly, "Who said we're husband and wife? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll be very rude to you."

Before he could finish speaking, the Sword Saint suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter was filled with high spirits, but also carried a hint of self-deprecation.

"I never imagined, I never imagined, that there were so many masters in the martial world. I was once complacent with the title of Sword Saint. I was truly like a frog in a well."

Ying Xun, who was engrossed in eating, looked up at him and shook his head: "You can't say that. Your Holy Spirit Sword Technique is also very powerful. If you comprehend the Twenty-Three Sword Technique, even Xiao Sanxiao might not be your match."

"That's natural. I've already reached the threshold of Sword Twenty-Three, and I'll go into seclusion now."

After the Sword Saint finished speaking, he vanished from everyone's sight in a flash, leaving them both amused and exasperated.

"This Sword Saint senior is really impatient."

Upon hearing You Ruo's assessment, Granny Wushuang couldn't help but smile and said, "It has always been like this; he seems to have been born for the sword."

“Yes, a natural sword fanatic, I can understand.” Ying Xun nodded in agreement and smiled, “However, haste makes waste. You can’t rush to comprehend the Twenty-Three Swords Technique. Let’s eat.”

You Ruo didn't touch her chopsticks. She looked at Ying Xun, then at Granny Wushuang, and finally fixed her gaze on Granny Wushuang, saying, "Senior, do you know who that Hundred-Knowledge Madman is?"

(End of this chapter)