I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 444 Nameless and the Sword Saint

Zhonghua Pavilion.

The Sword Saint called out as soon as he stepped through the door.

"nameless."

Then, a nameless voice came from the backyard.

"It's been many years since we last met. Please come in and have a chat."

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint turned to look at Ying Xun, gesturing for him to come along, but Ying Xun shook his head.

"They invited you in for a chat, but didn't invite me. Go ahead and do it yourself. Oh, and if you two are going to have a fight, remember to let me know."

Sword Saint didn't insist and went to the backyard with Sword Chen.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, You Ruo asked curiously, "Will Senior Sword Saint fight with Nameless?"

Ying Xun pondered for a moment and replied, "It is true that the old Sword Saint came to challenge Wuming to a sword duel, but Jian Chen has already broken his Sword Twenty-Two, let alone Wuming."

"Didn't the Sword Saint senior say that he had already mastered Sword Twenty-Three?"

Yes, the Sword Saint has mastered Sword Twenty-Three, but Sword Twenty-Three is a sword technique that is almost beyond the realm of mortals.

Just like the Love of the City, each move will deplete one's energy and foundation. Even someone as powerful as the Sword Saint can probably only make one or two moves at most.

If it were a sword saint who had once lost all emotions, he would definitely risk his life to fight, because his heart was only for the sword.

But the Sword Saint now has not only a sword in his heart, but also love.

Undeniably, being defeated by the nameless one was a regret for the Sword Saint, and he certainly wanted to get his revenge.

However, it is highly unlikely that the Sword Saint would make up for this regret with his life.

After all, for him, the biggest regret in his life was not being defeated by an unknown opponent, but rather failing his lover, Miyamoto Yukiryu.

Of course, another point is that, because of his past, Wuming is unwilling to get involved in the conflicts of the martial world again. He has no desire to win or lose, so he is unlikely to fight the Sword Saint.

After hearing Ying Xun's explanation, You Ruo nodded and called out, "Waiter, bring up all the best wine and dishes in your shop."

On the other side, the backyard.

Just as Ying Xun said, the Sword Saint and Wuming had no intention of fighting; to be precise, the Sword Saint made a probing move.

Then, the Sword Saint laughed and said, "Alas, just as that kid said, you have reached the Heavenly Sword Realm. If I don't use Sword Twenty-Three, I will probably still be defeated by you."

"The sword is dead in my heart, so I no longer care about victory or defeat." Nameless said, taking a sip of wine and smiling slightly. "Now I live a leisurely life and enjoy myself."

"Unexpectedly, the once famous and invincible Wuming has seen through the world and is content with a simple life."

The nameless man's expression was enigmatic: "It was my great reputation that attracted jealousy, which led to my beloved wife being killed by an enemy, and incurring many grudges in the martial world. I have searched the whole world, but I still don't know which enemy was responsible. I've been too outspoken, and the grudges in the martial world will never end. So I've decided..."

The Sword Saint replied, "To retire from the martial world and die?"

“Can’t death resolve everything?” Wuming sighed, took another sip of wine, and then his expression suddenly turned solemn: “I hope you will not fight Xiong Ba.”

"why?"

Wuming put down his wine cup and slowly said, "From your sword energy just now, you have also reached the Heavenly Sword Realm. It seems that you have comprehended another peerless sword technique. Xiong Ba is no match for you now."

The Sword Saint smiled proudly: "Indeed, I have reached the Heavenly Sword Realm, but the sword technique is not something I comprehended; it was passed down by someone else."

Wuming did not ask any further questions, but instead focused his gaze on the Sword Saint.

After a long while, he smiled and said, "You're different from before."

"Oh? What's different?"

"You used to be just a sword, now you are the one wielding it."

When he said the last word, "person," Wuming emphasized it, and his smile deepened.

The Sword Saint smiled but did not speak.

“Now that the World Society has unified the martial arts world, although Xiong Ba is ruthless, he can at least keep the major sects at peace. Isn’t that a good thing?” Wuming paused for a moment and said seriously, “But if you make a move, with your current strength, he will surely be defeated by you. At that time, the martial arts world will be leaderless, and all living beings will suffer.”

The Sword Saint laughed loudly: "So you came to see me to stop me from killing Xiong Ba."

"I know you have been living in seclusion for many years, painstakingly studying the Twenty-Two Swords, hoping to make a name for yourself in one battle. But for every general's success, ten thousand are built on the bones. If you do this just because of your own selfish desires, the common people will be too innocent. I hope you will think twice."

Nameless glanced at the Sword Saint sitting in the chair, and earnestly advised him, using himself as an example: "I once had everything, and I also resolutely gave it all up. Sword Saint, listen to my advice, let go of everything, and be free."

As he spoke, Wuming walked to the window, opened it, and felt the coolness of the night breeze. He sighed softly, "People say that ordinariness is good, but they can't forget fame and fortune. They pursue it day and night, but when they die, they are buried in the spring."

The Sword Saint smiled and shook his head: "Nameless, you're wrong."

The nameless man turned around and asked, "Oh, where did I go wrong?"

“I once did think about making a name for myself after leaving seclusion, but now… I have no such intention.” The Sword Saint stood up and said solemnly, “I issued a challenge to Xiong Ba, but Xiong Ba claimed that Dugu Yifang died at the hands of the World Society. Although he was a fake, in the eyes of others, he was the former city lord of my Wushuang City. I must get back some face for Wushuang City. This is my duty as a member of the Dugu family.”

"You're not going to kill Xiong Ba?"

Wuming was somewhat taken aback, clearly surprised by the Sword Saint's decision.

“I have no grudge against Xiong Ba, so why would I kill him? Besides, he is my little brother’s future father-in-law.” The Sword Saint shook his head and smiled, then sighed, “I have had countless enemies in my life, but few friends. You are the only friend I can think of. Actually, I came to see you to say goodbye. After the battle of the World Society, I will be leaving.”

Wuming was taken aback: "Where are you going?"

"Eastern Japan".

The Sword Saint suddenly seemed to remember something and smiled very gently: "By the way, let me introduce you to someone. He is a sword genius who is one in a million, and his sword cultivation is no less than yours or mine."

Now that you mention it, I'm quite curious.

When Sword Saint, Nameless, and Sword Morning arrived at the main hall, Ying Xun and Youruo were having dinner.

Ying Xun actually had high standards for food; otherwise, he wouldn't have developed such excellent culinary skills.

However, he wouldn't casually comment on the taste of the food at the restaurant; he would just silently remember the restaurant's name and never come back.

But You Ruo was different; she ate while chirping about how the food at Zhonghua Pavilion didn't taste good.

Actually, it's not a big deal if the food is bad behind your back, but it's embarrassing if the person in question hears it.

"Is the food at my Zhonghua Pavilion really that bad?"

The voice suddenly rang out from behind, startling You Ruo. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Actually, it's quite delicious. I suppose you must be the nameless senior. Junior You Ruo greets senior."

Seeing You Ruo stand up and clasp her hands in greeting, Wuming returned the greeting.

"Greetings, Miss You Ruo."

At the same time, Ying Xun also stood up and bowed: "Alas, it seems you all don't know how to fight anymore."

"So you're disappointed that we didn't fight?" the Sword Saint laughed.

Ying Xun shook his head: "It's not disappointment, it's regret. I still wanted to see the sword techniques of the Sword Sect."

"That's easy, just fight Wuming."

"That's right."

Ying Xun smiled knowingly, then turned to Wuming and said eagerly, "Wuming, how about we have a match? We've eaten too much, a match will help us digest."

Although the Sword Saint said that Ying Xun's swordsmanship was no less than theirs, Ying Xun was too young, which inevitably made Wuming somewhat doubtful.

If he were to duel with Ying Xun, wouldn't that be bullying the weak?

Of course, more importantly, Nameless simply couldn't muster the will to duel with anyone. Just as he himself said, the sword was dead in his heart.

"Young brother, you jest. The Hero's Sword has been passed on to Jian Chen, and I no longer have a sword in my hand."

"Are you saying I should compare myself to him?"

Ying Xun turned his head slightly and glanced at Jian Chen, who in turn released a trace of sword energy in response.

“Young Master Ying, although I have only learned a little from my master, if you don’t mind, I would like to have a match with you.”

Jian Chen's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction and resentment.

The dissatisfaction stemmed from Ying Xun's complete lack of respect for his beloved master.

His dissatisfaction stemmed from the fact that when he visited his master's wife Jieyu's grave, the Sword Saint mentioned Ying Xun and believed that he was far inferior to Ying Xun.

Jian Chen's ability to become the successor of the Hero Sword undoubtedly makes him a genius in swordsmanship.

Even the most well-mannered genius can't help but have a bit of arrogance.

At the very least, before he had fought Ying Xun, he was unconvinced.

Ying Xun ignored Jian Chen and continued to look at Wuming.

"Are you really unwilling to take action?"

Wuming nodded, his tone indifferent: "I have long since lost the will to win or lose. If you can defeat Jian Chen, then you will have defeated me."

"I'm not fighting you for fame or anything, I just want to see the sword techniques of your Sword Sect."

“Jian Chen has already mastered my true teachings. If you only want to see my swordsmanship, you can spar with Jian Chen.”

"alright."

Wuming refused repeatedly, and Ying Xun didn't press the matter. He turned to Jian Chen and said, "Let's find a place and have a spar."

backyard.

Jian Chen and Ying Xun stood facing each other. In addition to You Ruo, Wuming, and Jian Sheng, there were also two servants from the Zhonghua Pavilion watching the battle.

One was dressed as a cook, and the other as a housekeeper.

The person dressed as a cook should be Feng Wu, one of the three nameless servants.

As for the person dressed as a butler, it's unclear whether he's the Dragon King or Ghost Tiger.

"Young Master Ying, your sword?"

When Jian Chen first appeared, it was one of his few shining moments.

He broke the Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Two with a single, unremarkable move.

Later, he demonstrated his strength to the world in the battle between Xiong Ba and the Sword Saint of the World Society, defeating all the heroes and rescuing Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun. Of course, this is the plot in the comics. In the TV series, he did not fight, but he was enough to make Xiong Ba wary of him by virtue of his reputation as the successor of the Hero Sword, thus taking Bu Jingyun away.

In short, Jian Chen was quite powerful when he first appeared, but he was no match for Ying Xun.

"I don't even need to use a sword to fight you."

Ying Xun pointed his fingers together as a sword, and with a simple and clear stroke, sword energy instantly surged forth.

This move is the first sword strike of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

Jian Chen's expression was solemn, and it took him three moves to break Jian Yi's defense.

Although both techniques were the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Ying Xun gave him a completely different feeling from the Sword Saint.

In the hands of the Sword Saint, the Holy Spirit Sword Technique carries boundless killing intent and is ruthless!

But it was strange in Ying Xun's hands, and he didn't know how to describe it.

In fact, not only him, but everyone else present didn't know how to describe it either, except for the Sword Saint and Nameless.

"At such a young age, he has already cultivated his swordsmanship to a level of naturalness. No wonder you said his talent is no less than yours or mine."

The nameless man muttered to himself, his voice not loud, but the Sword Saint heard him clearly and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"Sword skills are a realm that many swordsmen cannot reach, but for him, it is nothing. Even you cannot perceive his level of swordsmanship. It seems that his swordsmanship has made great progress. Just watch, that kid will definitely give you a big surprise."

In the arena, Ying Xun did not decide the outcome with a single sword strike; instead, he and Jian Chen fought evenly.

He had no other martial arts skills, and fought Jian Chen solely with the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

In contrast, Jian Chen responded with a mysterious sword technique.

It must be said that Jian Chen's mysterious swordsmanship was indeed a true inheritance from Wuming.

However, in Ying Xun's opinion, his swordsmanship was too rigid.

Jian Chen had seen the Sword Saint's Holy Spirit Sword Technique before, but this was Ying Xun's first time fighting against the Mysterious Sword Technique.

In some ways, Jian Chen benefited.

However, from Sword One to Sword Eighteen, Jian Chen did not gain any advantage. Instead, he was in grave danger at the hands of Ying Xun Peter.

Ying Xun's moves were not bound by any particular style. Sometimes, just when it seemed like Jian Chen was about to break Ying Xun's sword technique, he would casually change his move, making Jian Chen feel restricted.

However, Jian Chen also thoroughly enjoyed the fight and couldn't help but exclaim, "Young Master Ying, your Holy Spirit Sword Technique is indeed powerful. To me, it feels even stronger than that of Senior Sword Saint. However... you'd better be careful next time."

He could tell, of course, that Jian Chen had only been testing his sword skills and hadn't fully unleashed the power of the Mysterious Sword Technique. He was prioritizing friendship over competition.

Ying Xun smiled faintly and raised his hand to strike with his sword.

Sword Twenty-Two.

Although it was also Sword Twenty-Two, Ying Xun's sword strike lacked the ruthlessness and mercilessness of the Sword Saint.

Faced with this sword strike, Jian Chen did not hesitate to use his unassuming weapon.

Wuming shook his head; he knew Jianchen had lost.

Although it's the same move, the sword technique has changed because the person using it is different.

But Jian Chen still wanted to use the old method to solve the problem, which naturally wouldn't work.

In fact, not only Wuming, but everyone present could see that Jian Chen had lost. Even Jian Chen himself knew he had lost the moment he made his move.

However, to everyone's surprise, Ying Xun withdrew his move at the last moment.

Jian Chen sighed, "I lost..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ying Xun attacked him again, forcing him to swallow the last word.

At this moment, Ying Xun became indifferent to joy and sorrow, his eyes were unfocused, and the moves he made seemed to be unconscious and instinctive.

"This is... a mysterious sword technique?!"

Jian Chen's expression changed drastically. The same sword technique was completely different in his hands compared to Ying Xun's.

Fortunately, since the sword techniques originated from the same source, Jian Chen was able to cope with them.

"You grasped the essence of the mysterious sword technique after only one reading. You are indeed a gifted young man. Does he have a master?"

If Wuming was only slightly surprised when Ying Xun used the Holy Spirit Sword Technique before, he was now utterly shocked, so shocked that he even considered taking Ying Xun as a disciple.

“He has a master, otherwise would it be your turn?” The Sword Saint glanced at Wuming and said irritably, “Besides, even if you wanted to take him as your disciple, he wouldn’t even look at you.”

(End of this chapter)