Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 170 The True Sword God (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Night rain always brings sorrow, especially in the Bashan Mountains.

At the end of the stone path stood a Taoist temple, its incense long since burned out, and no one ever came near it.

The soaring sword energy of yesteryear is no more.

Since the legendary swordsman Gu Daoren of Bashan, who was famous throughout the land for his "49-move Returning Wind and Dancing Willow Sword" technique, disappeared into the distance, his disciples have scattered in all directions.

The Gu family members now live in the pavilion on the mountain.

In recent years, Daoist Gu has rarely left his attic, but his few friends, Lu Xiaofeng, have brought him a lot of trouble.

In this martial arts world, the "Three Fiends" represent absolute invincibility.

Then Ximen Chuixue is a peerless swordsman who is far removed from the mortal world, dwells high in the heavens, disregards life, and inspires awe.

Lu Xiaofeng represents trouble.

same.

Ximen Chuixue represents death.

A blush rose to Little Gu's face as he gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Xiaoji, you jinx!"

Lu Xiaofeng covered his face and said in a muffled voice, "If Ximen Chuixue is coming, no one can stop him. Don't worry, Hua Manlou and I are here."

"What can you two do to stop him? What is he going to do?"

Ximen Chuixue walked in slowly: "Let's spar."

Little Master Gu paused, then sighed: "Ximen Chuixue never sparred; he only knew how to kill."

Lu Xiaofeng said, "He has changed, and changed a lot!"

Little Gu Daoist frowned deeply and looked at Ximen Chuixue: "Why?"

Ximen Chuixue was surrounded by an lingering chill that sent shivers down one's spine. He said in a cold voice, "Ye Gucheng has been defeated."

Little Master Gu took a deep breath and said, "I know."

"But he's gotten even stronger!"

Little Gu Daoist was puzzled and looked at Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou.

Lu Xiaofeng covered his face, seemingly asleep.

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "After Ye Gucheng was defeated by Ren Shaoyang, his swordsmanship has reached a new level."

Little Gu Daoist still didn't understand: "Why would someone who has never been defeated in his life become stronger after a single defeat instead of becoming dejected? This doesn't make sense!"

Ximen Chuixue coldly said, "Because he was defeated by the true Sword God!"

"Sword God?" Little Gu Daoist laughed. "Aren't you, Ximen Chuixue, known as the Sword God?"

Ximen Chuixue's eyes snapped open, and he shouted, "Draw your sword!"

Little Gu Daoist was shocked. Ximen Chuixue had always been known as the "Sword God," so why was he suddenly so angry that he wanted to draw his sword?

What did he say wrong?
Seeing that he didn't move, Ximen Chuixue raised an eyebrow and with a clang, his sword was drawn!

The sword light flashed like lightning, sweeping across and slashing towards Xiao Gu Daoren's throat.

Little Gu Daoist suddenly sprang up, his body turned diagonally, and with a sudden flick of his wrist, he swung his sword, which transformed into a flying rainbow, stabbing towards the white-clad figure who was descending from the sky.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Hey! How could you just kill me like that!"

The moment the two swords clashed, they shone brightly, their sword energy violently swirling in all directions, causing Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou's hair and beard to fly wildly.

Ximen Chuixue pursed his lips, his face grim. In his eyes, there was no longer any Xiao Gu Daoren.

The only thing visible was his sword.

Ximen Chuixue slightly turned his body, and the light of his sword rose up in a flash.

Little Gu Daoist followed the sword's movement. The Green Willow Sword, which Bashan Daoist used to carry, flashed with thousands of shadows and suddenly launched its own attack.

"Ding"!
The movements between Xiao Gu Daoist and Ximen Chuixue were as swift as lightning; their sword tips touched again, then separated in an instant.

The two stood facing each other, swords in hand, gazing at one another.

Ximen Chuixue raised his eyebrows and said, "Truly, his reputation is well-deserved."

Enraged, Little Gu Daoist cursed, "Ximen Chuixue, what the hell are you? I merely honored you as the 'Sword God,' and you want to kill me?"

"I am not the Sword God," Ximen Chuixue said coldly. "Until I defeat Ye Gucheng and Ren Shaoyang, I will not allow anyone to call me the Sword God!"

Little Gu Daoist's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou: "Just because of this?"

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged helplessly: "He's always been like this."

Hua Manlou shook his head and smiled: "Actually, he's right."

"Very well!" Little Gu Daoist sheathed his sword with a clang and looked at Ximen Chuixue. "Then may I ask, Master Ximen, why do you say that Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship has greatly improved despite his defeat?"

Ximen Chuixue also sheathed his sword, slowly sat down, and said slowly, "He was defeated by Ren Jianshen because he truly integrated his own 'Wave, Flower, Fly, Shadow' four techniques into one."

Lu Xiaofeng chimed in, "Ye Gucheng has now turned misfortune into blessing. I'm afraid that apart from Master Ren, he is now the number one swordsman."

Little Gu Daoist gasped as he looked at Ximen Chuixue, who seemed as cold as ice.

He knew that Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng had always been considered equals, and regarded each other as their greatest rivals in life.

Now that Ye Gucheng's martial arts have greatly improved, Ximen Chuixue is naturally unwilling to be outdone, so he came to find him, the successor of the "Bashan Taoist" who may not be the strongest, but has been famous in the martial arts world for hundreds of years, to test his sword skills.

"Ugh"

Little Gu Daoist sat cross-legged on the futon, his Green Willow Sword resting flat on his knees, looking quite displeased.

He was already a semi-recluse, rarely venturing into the martial world. Nevertheless, the storms of the martial world still managed to seep into his small pavilion in Bashan.

"Very well, although I have not wielded my sword for a long time, I will risk my life to accompany you, and I will not disappoint Master Ximen!"

Ximen Chuixue smiled faintly and said calmly, "Thank you."

Lu Xiaofeng walked to Xiao Gu Daoren's side and patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Gu Daoren, don't worry. Along the way, Ximen Chuixue has sparred with others thirty-three times, but only took the lives of sixteen people."

There's a nearly 50% chance I'd die, and I'm still okay?
He's not dead!

Little Gu Daoist didn't want to pay him any attention. Hua Manlou laughed and said, "There's no need for us to spar; we just picked a mountain stronghold on the way."

Little Gu Daoist's eyes lit up and he laughed, "Master Ximen has changed a lot!"

Hua Manlou laughed and said, "I'm also quite impressed."

The three of them exchanged a smile upon hearing this.

After laughing for a while, Little Gu asked, "Just how strong is that Master Ren?"

Lu Xiaofeng remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "If Hua Manlou represents the hope of life, and Ximen Chuixue represents the end of life, then Ren Shaoyang represents the control of life."

"Control?"

“That’s right. When you’re with him, you can only feel one thing,” Hua Manlou said seriously. “Despair.”

Little Gu Daoist murmured, "Despair?"

Ximen Chuixue also lowered his head in deep thought, seemingly lost in thought.

"Really? I think I'm quite refined and easygoing." Suddenly, a hearty laugh rang out.

Everyone was stunned and quickly turned to look.

Then, three people wearing bird's nest hats slowly walked in through the rain.

Two men and one woman, one in black, one in white, and one in red.

In the blink of an eye, they had entered the attic.

—Has it finally arrived?

The moment the white-robed figure slowly approached, a smile appeared in Ximen Chuixue's eyes. The light in that instant was extremely complex, as if a raging fire had been ignited there, or as if there was a despairing silence.

He blurted out in a low voice, "Ren Shaoyang!"

Ren Shaoyang!
These three words seemed to possess a magical power, freezing everyone present in place, leaving them completely silent.

He simply watched them slowly approach, take off their straw hats, and smile at him.

Bang!

Lu Xiaofeng abruptly stood up, his face filled with alarm, as he knocked over a teacup. "Master Ren, aren't the three of you in Fuzhou? Why have you suddenly come to Bashan?"

“Donkeys are fast.” Ren Shaoyang stepped forward, stepping out from the crowd.

When the young Taoist priest first saw him, he was struck by the man's tall and imposing figure, his dignified bearing, and the natural aura of authority he exuded. Overwhelmed by his imposing presence, the priest couldn't help but murmur, "This...this is the Butcher?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "It's me, are you Little Taoist Gu?"

Little Gu Daoist turned and glared at Lu Xiaofeng, then returned the greeting with a wry smile and said, "Greetings, Mr. Ren." He looked at Hongxiu and said, "Greetings, Daoist Ren." Finally, he looked at Ding'an and said, "Greetings, Mr. Li."

This man was very polite, and Ding'an and Hongxiu both smiled and returned his greetings.

Ren Shaoyang looked at Lu Xiaofeng, put his hands behind his back, and asked, "How are things between you and Xue Bing?"

Lu Xiaofeng was taken aback. He hadn't expected Ren Shaoyang to ask him this question when they met again in Luoyang. He hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "We will not see each other."

Hongxiu suddenly smiled and said calmly, "She is a good girl, but you are not a good man. This may not be a bad outcome."

Lu Xiaofeng said somewhat dejectedly, "Yes, I almost killed her. How can I face her again?"

“Lu Xiaofeng, the underlying tone of this martial arts world is gloomy, ruthless, and despairing,” Ren Shaoyang said quietly. “But it is because of you, Hua Manlou, Ximen Chuixue, and even Ye Gucheng that a little romance has been added to this despairing and shameless martial arts world.”

Ren Shaoyang's voice was soft, but his tone carried an undeniable magic that made everyone listen.

The more the young Taoist Gu listened, the more engrossed he became, constantly stealing glances at the white-robed figure, secretly marveling, "This, this is a demon? With such bearing, who would dare say he's a demon!"

But as for what it resembles, he wasn't sure.

Lost in thought, I suddenly caught sight of Ximen Chuixue's burning, gleaming gaze.

Correct!
Sword God!

This is the person who truly deserves to be called the Sword God!
Similarly, Lu Xiaofeng was also lost in thought, muttering, "The romance of the martial world. Do I... do I count?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said nothing more.

If Lu Xiaofeng doesn't meddle in other people's business and only sinks into depravity, then the last vestige of color in this martial arts world will be completely extinguished.

Turning to look at Hua Manlou, Ren Shaoyang smiled gently: "Brother Hua, it's been a long time."

Hua Manlou nodded: "The doors of my small building in the capital are always open. Brother Ren, you are welcome to visit often when you have time."

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "The hour I spent reading in the small building was the most relaxing hour I've had since I came here."

Hua Manlou laughed heartily, delighted: "It is my honor."

Ren Shaoyang patted him on the shoulder. At this moment, Ding An poked his head over from the side and grinned sheepishly: "Are you Hua Manlou?"

Hua Manlou listened intently, then smiled and asked, "Could it be Senior Ding'an?"

"Hey~! No need for senior, no need for senior!" Ding An waved his hands repeatedly, his scales rustling. He scratched his head sheepishly, "Sorry, as I said before, apart from Lu Xiaofeng and Boss Zhu and his wife, who are still human, the rest are not even as good as piglets."

"Now that I've met you, I realize you're so much better than a piglet, even better than Lu Xiaofeng!"

Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuixue, and Xiao Gu Daoren: "."

Hua Manlou laughed and said, "Actually, being a piglet isn't so bad. You eat your fill, sleep your fill, eat your fill, have no worries, and don't have so many troublesome things, right?"

"Yes, it's great except for the fear of holidays and being castrated!"

Hua Manlou was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "Senior Ding'an, you really know how to talk."

Ren Shaoyang looked at Ximen Chuixue and saw that his eyes were as bright as stars, shining in the night rain.

Their eyes met, and they were instantly drawn together like magnets.

Ximen Chuixue was like an ice sculpture, yet his clothes and hair moved without any wind.

Ren Shaoyang moved with ease and composure, and smiled casually: "You look a bit like Changhai."

“Grandfather has always been proud of this,” Ximen Chuixue said coldly.

(End of this chapter)