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

Chapter 387 Thank you so much!

As night deepened, the distant shouts of boatmen echoed from the riverbank.

It was March, and the riverbank was shrouded in mist and rain. The thin fog at night resembled a green veil, with a subtle charm that made people want to get closer and immerse themselves in the beautiful scenery.

Jian Chen stood with his hands behind his back by the river, gazing into the distance.

But my heart was not at peace.

On one hand, he thought about Ren Shaoyang's description of him as a "god of the dilapidated temple," which seemed like a compliment, but the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. In particular, Ren Shaoyang's ambiguous smile made Jian Chen feel even more upset.

Besides that, there was the merciless sword aura.
Jian Chen sighed slowly: "Using the wind and the moon as swords, this is simply like being a god."

inside the house.

Wuming, Ren Shaoyang, and Jian Sheng took their seats in turn.

While Wuming was getting the wine, Ren Shaoyang looked around and saw that there was only a wooden couch, a desk, a few yellowed ancient books on the west cabinet, and a huqin hanging by the east window.

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying a melodious tune.

An anonymous man poured him wine and said gently, "Sword God Ren, my humble abode is simple and unassuming, please excuse my poor appearance."

"A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals who dwell there." Ren Shaoyang raised his wine cup and laughed, "What is there to be ashamed of if there are nameless predecessors here?"

Wuming smiled slightly. In the dim candlelight, his gaze shone brighter than the candlelight itself. He turned to the Sword Saint and asked, "Would you like a drink?"

"Don't drink!"

Ren Shaoyang slowly drank a glass, then refilled it himself, and laughed, "So disrespectful?"

The Sword Saint glanced at him and said, "I have never drunk alcohol in my life." He then looked around at the two men drinking together and said coldly, "Wine is a poison that burns through the intestines, and lust is a knife that scrapes the bones. How can we, as practitioners of the sword path, indulge in these things?"

"Mind your own business!" Ren Shaoyang retorted.

"you!"

"What do you mean, 'I'?" Ren Shaoyang snorted. "You can't beat me anyway."

"Hmph, scoundrel."

The swordsman cursed angrily, but did not make a move.

His biggest obsession now is Wuming and Xiongba. Ren Shaoyang is not one of them, and he is incredibly strong. If the Sword Saint were to fight him again, he might not be able to withstand it and would die from exhaustion.

Therefore, the sword saint, who would kill at the slightest provocation, unusually restrained his murderous intent and dared not draw his sword.

Wuming glanced at Ren Shaoyang with surprise, then said to the Sword Saint, "You really have missed out on a lot."

"What if I miss it? What if I don't?" A glint flashed in the Sword Saint's eyes. "Draw your sword!"

bass!
His gaze was like the glint of a sword, like autumn water drawn from its sheath, sharp and incomparable.

"The Hero's Sword has been passed down to Jian Chen. I no longer have a sword, so why should I draw it?"

Wuming remained calm, his hand still steady as he poured the wine. The flowing wine seemed to be a drawn bowstring, slowly extending towards him.

tick~
The last drop of wine was poured into the glass, and the sword energy vanished without a trace; it was as if nothing had happened.

"Heh, you've improved again, Nameless." The Sword Saint sneered, then sighed, "It seems that if I were to fight you again, I'm afraid I wouldn't last ten moves."

"Is winning or losing really that important?"

Wuming and Ren Shaoyang shared another drink.

"I don't care about life or death, only victory or defeat, only the sword!" the Sword Saint sneered, "that is my lifelong pursuit."

“Mmm,” Ren Shaoyang replied, “You need to shine, you need to sprout.”

"You~!"

"What do you mean, 'what ...'? You still dare to fight me?"

"If you provoke me again, I'll blow you up!"

"Come on, want to give it a try?"

Seeing the two of them bickering like children, Wuming couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "The sword has nothing to do with victory or defeat for me, nor does it hold any weight in my heart. Now, I live a leisurely life, enjoying myself, which is very good."

"That's right. More than a decade ago, you slaughtered the entire world, leaving corpses piled up everywhere. Of course you're enjoying yourself now," Ren Shaoyang mocked.

Without Hongxiu and Ding'an by his side, his sharp tongue really came out.

Wuming gave a bitter smile, speechless.

"Hahaha, well said!" The Sword Saint stood up and demanded, "Nameless, you feigned death and disappeared from the martial world, what brings you here today?"

"Is that even a question?" Ren Shaoyang retorted. "He is the light of righteousness, so naturally he doesn't want you to fight Xiong Ba to the death."

"Why?!" The Sword Saint's eyes widened.

Wuming gave a bitter smile and said, "Back then, I was too ruthless, which caused the turmoil in the martial world to this day. Now that the World Society has unified the martial world, although Xiong Ba is ruthless, he can maintain basic peace. If he were to fall into your hands, I'm afraid the world would be in chaos and people would suffer."

These words immediately stunned the Sword Saint.

After a long while, Wuming said again, "For the sake of the martial world, for the sake of the land, please think it over."

By this time, the lamp oil had slowly run out, and the room gradually went dark.

Darkness enveloped the Sword Saint, just as his life was about to end.

He remained silent.

"that."

Wow!
A bright white light appeared, and the darkness vanished instantly.

Ren Shaoyang casually twirled the "Wind and Moon Sword Qi" in his palm and said nonchalantly, "You know that Xiong Ba is not a wise ruler."

Wuming was taken aback, looking at his face, which was illuminated by the white light like that of a god, and nodded, saying, "I know."

"Knowing it's a wrong path," Ren Shaoyang sighed, "you still want to continue down it?"

"I just don't want rivers of blood to flow."

"But it was you who planted it!"

"I"

Ren Shaoyang quietly raised his head, the bloodstain between his brows appearing even more glaring in the white light: "Why don't you settle the matter yourself?"

Nameless was shrouded in darkness, his whole body seemed to be stained with gloom, and his mind and body merged into that huge shadow.

"After Jieyu's death, I sheathed my sword and went into seclusion."

Ren Shaoyang snapped his fingers, and the sword energy swept across the oil lamp, restoring the candlelight.

It was pure white.

"You live a carefree life, not solving the problem, but blocking the Sword Saint's path, claiming it's for the greater good of the martial world."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, "What, are you bullying an honest person?"

Wuming frowned slightly and said, "Sword God Ren, you've misunderstood me."

"Misunderstanding?" Ren Shaoyang shouted angrily, "If you choose to retire, then ignore the raging flood! If you don't retire, then experience the mortal world firsthand and shatter your own karma!"

"Isn't this cowardly of neither retreating nor advancing?"

"Shut up!" Wuming's eyes widened, and his sword energy surged forth.

Boo hoo hoo~!

If the sword strike he exchanged with Ren Shaoyang outside the door was devoid of any fancy moves, this sword strike was like a celestial maiden dancing in the sky, dazzlingly beautiful.

Ren Shaoyang sneered, "How dare you?" A flash of white light appeared, and sword energy swept across the sky. His sword strike was like the wrath of a god, thrusting forward.

Boo!
The two sword energies made light contact, as if a bubble had suddenly burst out of thin air.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, stirring up boundless energy. The room rippled violently, and pebbles, dust, scraps of paper, dirt—everything tangible—fell into the energy, dancing and swirling around.

Waves of air surged in, causing Ren Shaoyang's sleeves to flutter, making him appear as if he were an ethereal phantom. For a moment, the Sword Saint and the Nameless One seemed to no longer be able to sense his presence.

Ren Shaoyang disappeared. His spirit and courage shrank infinitely, like a mustard seed, standing amidst the sword energy, letting his opponents' imposing aura sweep past him one by one.

The wind swept past the single candle flame, instantly transforming it into a fiery tornado that shot out of the window with a whoosh, shooting up more than ten feet and illuminating the entire world in white.

Jian Chen, who was meditating outside the door, was startled. He felt the ground tremble and his legs go numb. He looked at the hut with suspicion and uncertainty.

"enough!"

Suddenly, the Sword Saint shouted.

The strong wind subsided, and the two of them turned to look at him.

The Sword Saint said, "Nameless, you don't need to pretend! And you scoundrel, you don't need to make veiled accusations!"

His crimson robe, as red as blood, billowed and he roared, "I am the sword, I will never regret it, and I will never retreat!"

Wuming sighed deeply and stood up as well: "You, are you really going?"

"What I've decided, I won't change!"

The Sword Saint stared intently at him, his eyes bloodshot, his killing intent surging. "Nameless, if you want to save the world, then kill me first!"

He pinched a strand of white hair between his fingers and snapped it off in anger!

"Hmph!" The Sword Saint roared, unleashing his sword energy. His white hair shot out like thousands of needles and arrows, piercing towards Nameless with a "hissing" sound.

Although all three knew that the Sword Saint was already at his last gasp, he would rather die by the nameless sword than be buried in obscurity!

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside.

Then several Taoist priests carrying swords came over, clasped their hands in greeting, and asked, "Fellow villager, may I ask which way to the Tianxia Society?"

Jian Chen smiled and clasped his hands in a fist and bow, saying, "From here, head west to Tianyin City and follow the mountain road up."

"Haha, thank you!"

The group clasped their hands in thanks and were about to leave.

Suddenly, with a few clanging sounds, the scabbards on their backs shattered, and the longswords trembled like snakes, shooting towards the door.

Even the "Hero Sword" in Jian Chen's hand is no exception.

With a series of clanging sounds, longswords were stuck into the doorway, drawing everyone's attention.

The Hero Sword stood proudly upright, while the other longswords, due to their extremely fast speed and unabated force, continued to tremble.

"My goodness! Fellow villager, what's this?"

"This is."

Jian Chen looked at the house with his hands behind his back, "Heavenly Sword!"

Inside the room, Wuming stood motionless, facing the white hair that moved like dragons and snakes and was as sharp as needles.

But those sharp swords, upon touching Wuming's body, suddenly lost their strength and fell, instantly turning into strands of hair.
Seeing his killing move crumble on its own, the Sword Saint was utterly astonished. After a long while, he finally regained his composure and slowly said, "The Sword Ode says: 'The sword of metaphysics is unparalleled throughout history. All swords revere it, regarding it as a divine mandate!'"

Wuming didn't reply, still turning his back and looking up at the sky, putting on airs.

Ren Shaoyang seemed to be watching a TV series, enjoying his wine.

The Sword Saint continued his narration: "Although I am one with my sword, I am still just a sword. Faced with the Heavenly Sword, I am humbled and pale." He laughed heartily, "To witness the divine splendor of the Heavenly Sword in my lifetime, Heaven has been kind to me!"

At this point, the Sword Saint turned to look at Ren Shaoyang and smiled, "Seeing the 'Sword God' makes me even happier!"

Ren Shaoyang gulped down the drink in one go, put down the cup, and said, "Sword Saint, you should be happy! The brilliance of the Nameless Heavenly Sword only shines here with you."

He thought to himself, "After his moment of glory, Wuming has been on a downward spiral. He'll be wandering around with low health from now on."

The Sword Saint laughed heartily, poured himself a cup of wine, and said, "Nameless! To you!" He then drank it all in one gulp.

Wuming sighed and said, "Sword Saint, your sword energy has waned, and your time is up. How can you possibly contend with Xiong Ba?"

"Leave me alone!"

Wuming was stunned and speechless.

The Sword Saint retorted to Ren Shaoyang, then breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Everyone has their own path. It shouldn't be that you are the 'Heavenly Sword' and I am the 'Broken Sword.' I will follow your example."

"I have my own way, what does death matter?"

After a moment of silence, Wuming cupped his hands and said, "Sword Saint, take good care of yourself!"

"Thank you!"

The door swung open, and the Sword Saint, dressed in a red robe, strode out amidst the astonished gazes of Jian Chen and the others.

Ren Shaoyang looked at Wuming and smiled: "It seems you have no desire to compete."

Wuming laughed and said, "Sword God Ren, your martial arts are indeed incredibly strong, but you can't use that sword energy that borrows the power of wind and moon much, can you?"

"There's no way around it," Ren Shaoyang said helplessly, scratching his head. "Once a day is fine, but after using it twice, my meridians feel like they're about to burst. If it's three times, I guess I'll have to learn 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin'."

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to One?"

Wuming was taken aback, then frowned and said, "Does Sword God Ren know the cultivation method of my Sword Sect's supreme secret technique, the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One?"

"Haha, I know," Ren Shaoyang laughed.

"Where did you know that?"

"I've known about it for a long time. It was written by a man named Ma Rongcheng."

As he spoke, Ren Shaoyang strolled out of the room and chased after the Sword Saint.

The nameless man was still muttering, "Ma Wing-shing? Who is this senior?"

On the open field, the Sword Saint and the Sword God walked side by side, one in red and one in white, silent.

After a long while, the Sword Saint said, "Why are you following me?"

"Your fight to the death with Xiong Ba is the greatest entertainment in the world. My sister and brothers love to have fun, so they will probably come to watch."

"Hmph!" The Sword Saint flicked his sleeve.

"Oh dear, look at you." Ren Shaoyang put his hands behind his back and laughed happily. "When you're about to die, it's wonderful to have a peerless swordsman like me to see you off and witness your glorious path."

"Thank you, old man!" the Sword Saint said irritably.

"You're welcome."

(End of this chapter)