After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 260 How high is his swordsmanship talent?
For a moment, Yuwen Chengqing in front of the small hall and the blind old man inside the hall were both silent.

Yuwen Chengqing's expression changed rapidly. He had naturally seen the scene of Sikong Xuan and the other two facing Li Musheng.

At this point, they had truly learned Li Musheng's identity; he was actually the culprit who killed the sect leader and the four venerable ones.

Moreover, according to Sikong Xuan and the others, all of this was actually done by the other party alone.

Yuwen Chengqing was well aware of the implications of single-handedly annihilating the five most powerful beings of Fallen God Peak.

He immediately turned to look at the blind old man in the small hall, hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a low voice:
"Senior, why don't we surrender and join the Great Li Heavenly Guard?"

When Yuwen Chengqing asked this question, he had already made up his mind, but because the blind old man, who had been his mentor, was still there, he symbolically asked for his opinion.

At this moment, the blind old man stood inside the ancestral hall, holding a long sword with a green blade in his hand, his aged face showing an equally turbulent expression.

He never expected that the expert who defeated the sect leader of Luoshen Peak and the four Venerables would be so young.

Moreover, the other party was a prince of Dali.

The blind old man found it hard to believe at first, but the aura that the other party had just exuded, as deep as the ocean, left him no choice but to believe it.

Finally, he remained silent for a moment, then faced Li Musheng in front of the small hall and slowly spoke:

"If you insist that I join the Great Li Heavenly Guard, I will certainly not dare to refuse."

"However, before I agree to your request, I have a favor to ask, and I hope you will grant it."

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng raised an eyebrow and glanced at the blind old man, saying:
"They're actually making conditions?"

But then, he suddenly changed the subject and said:
"However, I'm in a good mood right now, so you can tell me about it."

The blind old man's dull, gray eyes were fixed on Li Musheng's direction, as if he were "observing" Li Musheng.

He quickly lowered his aged head, stroked the incomparably sharp green sword in his hand with one hand, and then spoke:

"This old man wishes to strike the young master with another sword."

Immediately, he slowly raised his sword-wielding hand, pointing it directly at Li Musheng in front of the ancestral hall:
"I hope that you, young master, will grant my request."

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng frowned slightly:

"I thought it was something difficult, but it's just this?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand dismissively and said:

"Then I'll let you strike again."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Chengqing immediately took a few steps back to the side.

Whether it was the blind old man or Li Musheng, their martial arts skills were superior to his.

Being between the two, he had no ability to stop their attacks, and he didn't want to get even a little bit of the aftershocks of their fight.

Meanwhile, after Li Musheng agreed, the blind old man didn't say anything more.

He admitted that Li Musheng's aura was indeed terrifying and frightening to him.

But this time was different; it was he who drew the sword!
He has been practicing swordsmanship since childhood, for over seventy years. Originally, he was extremely dull-witted. In his youth, he practiced swordsmanship for ten years, but it was not as effective as others' one month of practice.

For the first thirty years, he was mediocre and only a menial disciple in Luoshen Peak, a job he barely managed to get thanks to the merits accumulated by his ancestors in Luoshen Peak.

However, despite his poor talent and being looked down upon by other disciples, he never gave up practicing martial arts, especially swordsmanship.

In order to go further on the path of swordsmanship, the blind old man put in many times, even dozens of times, more effort than others. Apart from completing his daily work, he devoted almost all his remaining time to practicing swordsmanship.

Working tirelessly day and night, through cold and heat, he took advantage of his time cleaning the library to read almost every sword manual and sword scripture he could find in the Luoshen Peak Library, except for the top-level martial arts techniques.

But more than twenty years have passed, and now, nearing sixty, his martial arts progress has barely reached the Innate Realm, and his swordsmanship has remained unremarkable.

And so it went, until one day, after he finished practicing a set of sword techniques, he sat on the stone steps in front of this small hall, watching the sun set.

Suddenly, I felt powerless to feel anything, thinking that my life would probably be like this forever, and I would eventually die of old age at this time.

A woman in green robes happened to pass by the ancestral hall at some point, and the two only exchanged a glance.

The other person didn't say anything, but took out a tattered sword manual from the bag he was carrying and threw it to him.

After that, the woman in green glanced at the ancestral hall once and then disappeared from his sight.

After obtaining that incomplete sword manual, he seemed to suddenly have an epiphany, and from that day on, his swordsmanship progressed by leaps and bounds.

However, because the sword manual was incomplete, he later hit a bottleneck and began searching for the remaining parts of the sword manual.

He then discovered that the sword manual the woman gave him was actually created a thousand years ago by a mediocre blind man, who even left behind the title of "Blind Sword Saint" in the martial arts world.

However, although he knew the origin of the sword manual, he could not find any remaining fragments of it no matter what he did.

But in order to pursue the way of the sword, he decided to follow the path of that blind sword saint, and deliberately gouged out his own eyes, intending to complete the rest of the sword manual on his own.

In the end, heaven rewards those who persevere. Even though he was born with dull talent, he still managed to do it!
hum!
The blind old man in the small hall gently flicked his wrist, and the green-edged sword rang out like tearing silk and severing gold. In the instant the sword was raised, wind and thunder seemed to stir.

The longsword that was originally aimed at Li Musheng suddenly vanished into thin air.

"No eyes, no self, no sword!"

The blind old man muttered to himself.

The next moment, it was as if an invisible sword pierced through the netherworld and soared to the heavens, penetrating the entire world above the ancestral hall.

At the same time, the hundred-foot cloud vortex above the main peak of Luoshen Peak collapsed, and an invisible sword mark descended from the sky, cracking the dark night sky like glass in its path, and in an instant it arrived above Li Musheng's head.

Before the sword had even arrived, a fierce wind and cold light descended like a torrential downpour.

The next moment, a sword appeared as the sharpest point, seemingly no longer a human sword. Its power was beyond human control, as if it were the embodiment of slaughter in the heavens and earth.

Once the sword is drawn, nothing can stop it; everything vanishes into nothingness!
At the same time, Sikong Xuan and the other two, as well as Yuwen Chengqing, all witnessed the blind old man's sword strike.

All four were stunned and stood frozen in place, their minds blank, feeling only fear in their souls and their bodies trembling.

Although the blind old man's sword was only aimed at Li Musheng and did not affect the other four.

However, Sikong Xuan and the others could still clearly sense the terror of this sword strike.

It was as if nothing could withstand this sword strike, nothing was indestructible, and everything would be annihilated.

For them, there was no way to resist; they feared that the moment the sword fell, they would be annihilated by the terrifying sword intent! In an instant, all four of them looked at Li Musheng with utter horror.

However, despite the powerful sword strike aimed at his opponent, Li Musheng remained standing still the entire time, without even using a trace of martial arts energy.

Under the gaze of the four, Li Musheng simply raised his hand slowly and gently pinched the void above his head with two fingers.

In the next instant, the entire surrounding world fell silent; the gale ceased, and the shattered night sky came to a standstill.

Whether it was the soaring sword energy or the indestructible sword edge, it was all seemingly smoothed out by an invisible hand in an instant.

Then, an incomparably sharp green sword appeared from Li Musheng's fingertips, its blade hovering three inches away from him in the void.

That sword, seemingly imbued with the killing intent of heaven and earth, capable of reducing everything beneath it to nothingness, was quietly held between Li Musheng's fingertips.

At this moment, the Qingfeng longsword, apart from being slightly sharper, looks no different from an ordinary longsword.

"Alright, here's your sword back."

Li Musheng flicked his finger, and the green sword flew backward, heading towards the blind old man in the small hall.

"Remember, from now on you are a member of the Tianjin Guard."

"Although you probably won't be able to work for many more years at your age, you still need to work hard and not give up."

After saying that, Li Musheng clapped his hands and stopped looking at the blind old man.

At the same time, the blind old man blankly caught the flying green sword, and heard Li Musheng's words in his ears.

He was still somewhat unable to accept that his seventy years of sword practice, the unparalleled swordsmanship he had acquired by trading his eyesight, had resulted in what he considered to be the strongest sword strike of his life.

Surprisingly, it didn't even cause a ripple in Li Musheng's hands.
Where did the power of that sword go?

He couldn't even sense Li Musheng's attack; his strongest sword strike was casually wiped away by the other party.

The blind old man gripped the longsword in one hand and subconsciously stroked its incomparably sharp blade.

But in the next moment, he was suddenly struck as if by lightning.

At this moment, he could feel that a trace of sword intent was gradually dissipating from the green sword in his hand.

That sword intent was domineering, moderate, bloodthirsty, fierce, gentle, and unpredictable...

A trace of sword intent allowed him to sense dozens of different sword intents!

"How is this possible? How could one person comprehend so many sword techniques?"

The blind old man was certain that the sword intent on the Qingfeng longsword was left by Li Musheng.

But he simply couldn't believe that the other party possessed so much sword intent, just like a peddler doing wholesale.

He had read countless sword manuals and techniques, and it seemed that Li Musheng could understand all the sword intents he had ever seen!

Suddenly, the blind old man looked up sharply, facing the direction where Li Musheng was.

At this moment, he seemed to realize, belatedly, that Li Musheng's achievements in swordsmanship had perhaps reached an unimaginable level.

At least compared to him, he is far inferior.

Even so, he still couldn't believe that Li Musheng, at such a young age, had mastered so many sword intents.

At only twenty years old, even if one has been practicing swordsmanship since the womb, how high must one's swordsmanship talent be to comprehend so many different sword styles?

Meanwhile, after throwing the sword back to the blind old man, Li Musheng ignored him completely.

The opponent has indeed come a long way in the path of swordsmanship and is quite strong, but unfortunately, compared to him, he is still several levels below.

Of course, Li Musheng hadn't actually read many sword manuals or sword techniques. The only ones he had read were a few basic sword techniques in the Yu family martial arts school.

He didn't even bother to peek at Old Man Yu's family sword technique.

However, Li Musheng comprehended the sword path of "one method leads to all methods" by relying on basic sword techniques, which is somewhat inspired by the Dugu Nine Swords in martial arts novels.

However, his swordsmanship is completely different from the Dugu Nine Swords. It is all-encompassing and ever-changing, and it also has the meaning of one begets two, two begets three, and three begets endless.

The blind old man didn't understand, so he thought Li Musheng had comprehended so many sword manuals and techniques.

Of course, Li Musheng's self-created swordsmanship was actually even more advanced than what the blind old man thought.

At this moment, after Li Musheng withdrew his gaze from the blind old man, he turned to look at Yuwen Chengqing, who was standing to the side of the small hall.

After witnessing the blind old man draw his sword and Li Musheng effortlessly deflect such a terrifying strike, the other party and Sikong Xuan gradually came to their senses.

Upon first seeing the gaze that Li Musheng cast at him, he immediately understood what the other man meant.

He immediately suppressed his shock and quickly stepped forward, bowing respectfully:
"This humble subject greets Your Highness the Eighth Prince. This humble subject is willing to abandon the darkness and embrace the light, join the Great Li Heavenly Guard, and serve Your Highness with utmost loyalty and dedication until death!"

As he spoke, he then imitated Sikong Xuan, kneeling down and kowtowing in respect.

It can be said that his actions were equivalent to combining the best of Ouyang Mingqi and Sikong Xuan's skills, and sincerely surrendering to the Tianjin Guard of Dali.

Li Musheng observed the other party's performance and nodded with considerable satisfaction.

However, after observing Yuwen Chengqing for a while, he suddenly touched his chin, as if he had remembered something.

"How come I remember that when I was at Baixiang Pavilion, I killed a disciple of Luoshen Peak surnamed Yuwen, who seemed to be your son?"

Li Musheng raised an eyebrow slightly, looked at Yuwen Chengqing, and said:

"The hatred of killing one's son is irreconcilable. Logically speaking, shouldn't you avenge your dead son?"

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Chengqing felt a chill run down his spine, and immediately prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing heavily, and hurriedly said:
“My son committed many evils and deserved to die. According to the laws of Dali, the law does not tolerate kinship. His death was well-deserved and has nothing to do with me. I have no intention of avenging him.”

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng shook his head and squinted, saying:

"From what you're saying, does that mean you have other children, which is why you don't care about that son?"

Yuwen Chengqing's expression changed instantly, but he dared not hide anything from Li Musheng. Instead, he pounded his head on the ground and replied:
"Your Highness, I am obsessed with martial arts, so I only have one son, Yuwen Feng..."

As he spoke, he quickly added:
"However, I am still strong and healthy enough to have children, so I don't need to worry about having no successor. I will never have any thoughts of revenge because of that bastard."

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng glanced at Yuwen Chengqing, who was white-haired, wrinkled, and elderly, and immediately frowned.

(End of this chapter)