The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 350 I'll go first, to set an example!
The night was shrouded in mist and the light was dim.

Xu Xingchen watched the chaotic chase and encirclement on the roof, squatted down, and gently tapped her fingers on the bluestone slab on the ground.

Click!

With a slight thud, a corner of the bluestone floor broke.

He picked up the broken piece with three fingers, tossed it in his hand, and then threw it away.

Amidst the pursuit and interception of a group of martial arts heroes, the master of light-footed skills, who was darting around aimlessly, suddenly screamed and fell from mid-air.

The crowd swarmed forward and captured him.

Only then did they discover that the man had been struck on a major acupoint on his chest by some hidden weapon and was unable to move.

"A master is secretly helping them."

"This person must have been too arrogant and domineering, angering some unknown expert, who then secretly took action."

"Thank you so much, hero!"

"Let's go, let's hand this man over to the authorities."

The crowd was in an uproar; some were happy, some were grateful, and some were gloating.
Soon, the group grabbed the troublemaker and leaped away.

Lin'an City under the cover of night.
Although a light drizzle blurred the view, the lively atmosphere remained undiminished.

There are people everywhere you go, and things happen everywhere you go.

Xu Xingchen wandered aimlessly around the street, stopping to observe whenever something happened.

If it's a personal grudge, then I'll ignore it!
If you encounter someone committing a crime, take action secretly and apprehend them.

If you encounter a lawless, bloodthirsty thug, shoot him dead on the spot.

In fact.
It wasn't just Xu Xingchen who secretly took action, upholding justice and eliminating evil.

Many skilled martial artists and chivalrous individuals are also taking action to maintain order in the martial arts world of Lin'an City!
With the government providing support and frequently intervening, the city's security was prevented from descending into complete chaos.

After wandering around for half a day...

Xu Xingchen also couldn't find a single inn with available rooms.

He could only do what other martial arts figures do: leap onto the roof of a tall building and pretend to be a carefree master amidst the misty rain.

The rain stopped in the latter half of the night!

The next morning, as dawn broke and the sun rose, the sky began to brighten.

The dark clouds that had covered the sky began to dissipate rapidly.

By noon, the sky was a clear blue.

Sunshine shines on the earth
Everything in the world was bright and dazzling.

The city of Lin'an was even more bustling!
The street was filled with martial arts practitioners, shoulder to shoulder; their weapons could easily collide.

When encountering some short-tempered people, it's inevitable that they'll glare and shout angrily.

However, people try their best not to take action.

Because a startling piece of news spread like wildfire throughout the entire city of Lin'an.

Hong Qigong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the Nine-Fingered Beggar, and one of the Four Great Masters of the World, has arrived in Lin'an City and is stationed at the Beggars' Sect's stronghold.

With such a top-notch master around, the behavior of all martial arts practitioners became much more disciplined.

Even the most lawless and unscrupulous villains have become timid and behaved themselves.

The fame of the Four Wonders of the World is so awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring.

The second to last day.
A king cobra, with a waist about 1.5 meters thick and a length of 10 zhang (approximately 33 meters), covered with palm-sized black scales, slowly crawled in through the city gate.

Whether it was the soldiers guarding the city, the pedestrians on the roadside, or the audacious martial arts practitioners, they were all terrified.

next moment.
They cried out for their parents and scrambled to the sides of the road to avoid the danger.

Atop the head of the giant black serpent stood an old man in a white robe, with a high nose and deep-set eyes. He held a ghost-headed serpent staff in his hand, his aura as steady as a mountain, his gaze as sharp as a sword, coldly watching the group of people in front of him who were running away in terror.

Behind the giant black serpent he was riding.

A handsome young man in white robes, waving a white paper fan, led thousands of colorful venomous snakes as they slowly moved forward.

On the left and right sides, two rows of men and women in white followed.

The men were handsome, the women were beautiful, and each of them held a strange bamboo flute in their hand, playing eerie and chilling tunes.

The melody and the movements of the thousands of venomous snakes were perfectly synchronized.

This massive procession, accompanied by thousands of snakes, terrified passersby on both sides of the road, causing them to feel as if their souls were about to leave their bodies and ascend to heaven, their scalps tingling and trembling with fear.

Someone suddenly realized something and exclaimed in surprise.

"It is Ouyang Feng, one of the Four Great Masters of the Martial World."

"Where the Western Poison goes, ten thousand snakes follow; he was right."

"My God! It was him! No wonder he's so impressive."

"Even when the Emperor of our Great Song Dynasty travels, his entourage is no more imposing than this."

"Western Poison! Western Poison! Truly living up to his reputation, inspiring awe at first sight."

Amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, a group of government officials stepped forward to greet them.

When the official saw the giant snake, which was two zhang tall with its neck raised, his heart pounded wildly, his calves felt like they were about to cramp, and he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of saliva.
Panicked, he forced himself to stay calm, clasped his hands in a fist and shouted, "May I ask who you are, Mr. Ouyang?"

Standing atop the giant snake's head, Ouyang Feng fixed his gaze on the Song Dynasty officials below, his voice as firm as metal: "Not bad!"

Upon hearing Ouyang Feng speak, the Song Dynasty official's fear subsided somewhat, and he quickly replied, "His Majesty has instructed us to treat Mr. Ouyang with utmost hospitality and not to be negligent."

"The imperial court has already prepared a residence for Mr. Ouyang. Please accompany me there." Ouyang Feng was silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly, "Alright, lead the way!"

The Song Dynasty official wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, said "Please," and then turned around to obediently lead the way.

Wearing a straw hat, Xu Xingchen mingled in the crowd, watching Ouyang Feng and his group's departing figures, secretly praising their imposing and domineering presence.

At this point in time
Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng have both arrived!
Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, would certainly not make such a grand appearance when he travels. No one can guess when he will appear.

Similarly.
There was also no news from Emperor Duan Zhixing of the South.

Everyone was speculating whether he would attend this grand event.

Xu Xingchen continued walking down the street, observing the martial arts figures around him.

Half a day later.

He suddenly stopped and looked at the second floor of the restaurant with a somewhat dumbfounded expression.

Several figures could be vaguely seen in the open window of the second-floor room.

They were all acquaintances of Xu Xingchen!

There was a Western Region monk named Lingzhi, dressed in a bright red robe.

There is Liang Ziwen, the immortal ginseng master with white hair and a youthful face.

There was also Peng Lianhu, the short and stout butcher with a thousand hands.

And those two fellow disciples: Ghost Gate Dragon King Sha Tongtian and Three-Headed Flood Dragon Sha Tonghai.

Wanyan Honglie, the sixth prince of the Jin Dynasty, was among them, accompanied by his son Wanyan Kang.

That is, the unfilial son who left his biological parents without a word: Yang Kang!
"Ha! It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it come to you effortlessly."

Xu Xingchen murmured softly, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not make a move.

Time flies, and another day has passed.

The last day.
In Lin'an City, the number of martial arts practitioners carrying knives and swords increased, but all of them had solemn expressions, and not one dared to cause trouble.

Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, and Duan Zhi, the Southern Emperor, are still nowhere to be found, and there is no news of them.

Xu Xingchen bought a few flatbreads from a roadside stall. While eating and strolling around, she spotted the figure of Qiu Qianren, the Iron Palm Water-Walking, in the lobby of a restaurant.

The day passed quickly.
August fifteen.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

The somber atmosphere in Lin'an reached its peak.

From the very beginning of the morning, countless martial arts practitioners either flooded the streets or leaped onto rooftops, converging in the same direction.

That place was the location of the imperial palace of the Song Dynasty.

The city walls surrounding the palace were lined with countless Song Dynasty soldiers, their uniforms draped over their shoulders and their weapons sharpened.

The spearheads stood like a forest, gleaming with a cold light.

The rows of powerful bows and crossbows displayed at the battlements exuded a strong sense of intimidation.

The elite Song soldiers on the wall and the group of martial arts practitioners who had gathered there faced each other in a standoff.

The tense atmosphere was like the strong smell of spilled liquor, permeating the air and making some people feel dizzy.

For the martial arts practitioners, the towering palace walls were an insurmountable barrier.

Even if someone managed to climb up the wall with the help of some tools, they would not be able to break through the combined attack of the Song soldiers on the top of the wall who were armed with powerful bows and crossbows.

The world.
Martial arts masters who could force their way through this city wall were extremely rare.

In this epic battle between the four greatest martial arts masters, only a very few will ultimately be able to enter and watch.

Most people could only listen to the sounds inside the palace from outside its walls, and if they were lucky, they might catch a glimpse of the aftermath of the battle.

Even so, it still attracts many martial arts practitioners who travel from afar to watch.

The sun moved slowly across the sky.

More and more martial arts practitioners gathered around the palace, forming a dense crowd.

Everyone felt that time was passing more slowly than ever before.
in the afternoon
Evening
Before the sun had even set, a pale, almost indistinct full moon had already risen from the east.

As the sun set, the full moon had climbed high in the sky, and as the sky grew darker, its silvery glow grew brighter and brighter.

Nine o'clock in the evening, which is also known as Hai hour.

Xu Xingchen, hiding in the shadows, looked up at the bright moon in the sky and muttered to herself, "It's almost time. Let me go first and set an example for everyone!"

He removed the straw hat from his head, and his figure soared into the sky, rising three zhang into the air.

Then, he stepped into the void, and a white cloud about a foot in size instantly bloomed, supporting his body as he leaped forward.

The martial arts practitioners, who were watching the surrounding movements and anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Four Great Martial Arts Masters, immediately noticed the change in the situation.

Everyone looked up and saw the figure in the air stepping on clouds, rising higher and higher, and shooting rapidly toward the palace walls. They all exclaimed in surprise.

"Walking on clouds, one is a cloud-walking immortal."

"What? It's actually the Cloud-Stepping Immortal who once wreaked havoc in the capital of the Great Jin Kingdom!"

"I never expected him to attend this grand event."

"With his skills, could he be a match for the Four Great Martial Arts Masters?"

"Who knows? But since he dared to participate, he must have some confidence."

(End of this chapter)