Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

In the Central Plains, there is a magnificent manor with carved beams and painted rafters.

The young master, with his purple hue remaining, is practicing his swordsmanship.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, the sword shadows split into eight paths, majestic and awe-inspiring, seemingly capable of sweeping away all directions.

"Such a fine sword, it's a pity no one appreciates it."

Purple Remaining Point sheathed his sword, walked dejectedly to the gate, and gazed wistfully at the world outside.

The Zi family, a prestigious family with a thousand-year history in the Bitter Realm, has only two direct descendants left in Zi Yufen's generation: Zi Yufen and his younger sister Zi Yu.

It is said that in the remote Bugong Mountain, there is a branch of the Zi family who makes a living by casting.

But after a thousand years, the two branches had long lost contact. Purple Yufen wanted to visit, but the steward, Uncle Ping, absolutely refused to let him go out.

Uncle Ping knew that Zi Se Yu Fen had no interest in the family business and only wanted to be a wandering swordsman.

"The Zi family's wealth is more than enough for generations to consume. What's the point of making so much money? It's a hassle!"

The clouds on the horizon are like fire, shining on the troubled young man.

Purple Jade, the younger sister, has suffered from a strange illness since childhood, and can only survive by wearing the Golden Saint Cloth. The real reason why Purple Jade did not run away from home is because he was afraid that something would happen to his sister.

Just then, two men walked in through the door, one of whom, a red-haired man, was carrying a four- or five-year-old child.

"Excuse me for bothering you, but may I have a bowl of water to drink?"

The visitors were none other than Crown Prince Xuan Tong, Fu Qubing, and Suiyu.

After returning to the Bitter Realm, Fu Qubing kept gesturing "Tiandu" with his hands, but unfortunately he couldn't explain how to get to Tiandu.

There were no longer any people living near the summit of Yongxu. Helpless, Xuan Tong could only wander aimlessly with Fu Qubing and Suiyu, hoping to find a family to ask around.

After a long time, we finally arrived at this luxurious manor.

Purple Remnant caught a glimpse of the sword box behind Xuan Tong and his eyes immediately lit up.

"One, two, three, four, five... Wow, there are five swords in total. Are you selling swords?"

"No."

"Are you a swordsmith?"

"Not at all."

Purple Remains laughed loudly: "Hahaha, you can't be a swordsman, can you? Only by focusing on one sword can you achieve oneness with the sword. If you use so many swords, your swordsmanship must be third-rate."

Xuan Tong remained silent.

Suiyu tilted his head and asked, "What is 'low-class'?"

"It just means your swordsmanship is terrible. Sorry, I forgot you asked for water, Aunt Pian~"

"Oh, young master, what is it?"

An old servant stepped out as the purple-clad survivor called out.

“Aunt Pian, give them a bowl of clean water and some snacks. This child must be hungry.”

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Purple Yufen looked at the sword in the sword case again, and liked it more and more the more she looked at it.

"Would you be willing to sell these swords? I'll buy them at any price."

"Not for sale."

"A good sword can only shine brightly in the hands of a good swordsman; otherwise, what is the difference between it and broken copper and scrap iron?"

Xuan Tong left the Black Sea Forest Prison to seek the way of the sword, but seeing Zi Zi Yu Fen's confidence, he couldn't help but show anticipation on his face.

"Is the young master's swordsmanship very good?"

Purple Remains modestly said, "I am not as good as Yi Qiu Nian, Qiong Ba Ji, Feng Zhi Hen, Liu Sheng Jian Ying and others."

"And who are these people?"

"You wield a sword, yet you don't recognize these people?"

Xuan Tong shook his head, put down the Suiyu sword in his arms, and then put down the sword box on his back. After a moment of deliberation, he took out the Ant Sword.

"Please advise."

The cricket is a spring insect-moth with similar properties to the cricket. It spins a kind of cold, firefly-like silk to wrap itself into a cocoon.

Its cocoons are hard, similar to metal, and the ant sword is made from the cocoon shells of ants.

When the sword is swung, it makes a sound similar to the chirping of insects, which can disrupt the mind of the enemy.

Xuan Tong did not intend to use the ant's chirping. Of his five swords, Hong Ni was a pair of swords, Huang Li could generate celestial magnetic power, and Wu Wang was a sword for killing.

The purple sword used by Zi Yufen was forged from the purple crystal ore unique to the Zi family. It was indestructible and would burst out with dazzling purple light once gravity penetrated it.

"Ready? Let's drink!"

With a flash of sword light and a thunderous roar, eight purple shadows, like smoke and clouds, attacked Xuan Tong in unison.

Purple Remaining Point felt that this was the most perfect sword strike he had ever made in his many years of sword practice. He even regretted using too much force, wondering if he might have hurt this mediocre swordsman.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and the purple sword flew out of his hand without warning. Immediately afterward, a cold sword pressed against his neck.

"What's going on?"

"Your swordsmanship?"

Xuan Tong and Zi Se Yu Fen were both surprised; one was surprised by the high level of their opponent's swordsmanship, and the other was surprised by the low level of their opponent's swordsmanship.

Suiyu clapped her hands excitedly: "We won! We won!"

At this moment, Aunt Pian came out with water and food. Upon seeing the scene, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Xuan Tong sheathed his sword and took the food.

"Thank you, sir. But I have another question. Which way should I go in Tiandu?"

Before Aunt Pian could answer, Purple Remaining Point interrupted, saying, "You're going to Tiandu? I know how to get there, but I have one condition."

"Ok?"

"I want to go to Tiandu with you!"

Aunt Pian exclaimed again, "Young Master!"

"It's decided then. I'll take you to Tiandu, and you'll teach me swordsmanship."

"But young master..."

"Aunt Pian, please prepare some extra food for the journey. We'll talk about Uncle Ping after I leave. Also, please give this bell to Ziyi. If she feels unwell, she can shake the bell and I'll be back soon."

"Alas, young master... young master, you must take good care of yourself on your journey."

Compared to Uncle Ping, Aunt Pian doted on Zi Se Yu Fen more, and sighed as she went to prepare what she needed for the journey.

Xuan Tong looked at the food in his hand, then at Fu Qubing and Suiyu, and frowned.

"I'm used to being alone. Once we reach Tiandu, we'll part ways."

"We'll talk about it later. I'll carry the sword for you."

Purple Remaining Points grabbed the sword box from the ground and carried it on his back.

As we set off, the sun was setting, casting long shadows in the afterglow.

"What's your name?"

“Xuan Tong”.

"who are you?"

"prince."

"Hahaha, you tricked me again!"

"..."

"Is this child your son?"

"He is my brother's child."

"He looks a lot like you."

"..."

Teach me swordsmanship.

"Their qualifications are too poor."

A few days later, the group finally arrived at Tiandu and stood before Luo Hou.

"Lord of Tiandu, I entrust these two people to you."

Fu Qubing was overjoyed and searched everywhere for Jun Manlu: "Jun, Jun Manlu~"

Suiyu called out, "Jun Manlu~"

The people of Tiandu were somewhat stunned.

What's going on?

Is the heavens going to raise a son for Xuanxiao and Jiushen?

At the same time, Pan, following the clues from the dragon's arm, found the lone boat lying horizontally.

The river flows quietly, and the bright moon rises slowly.

Shanlong Yinxiu leaned against the mast, enjoying the river breeze and admiring the stars and moon.

A person strode in.

“My shepherd is proud and virtuous, a hero among men. He stands guard over the mountains and rivers, his virtue is exemplary.”

"Ok?"

"Are you the owner of the Dragon Arm?"

Looking at the stern-faced, imposing powerhouse before him, Shanlong Yinxiu couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, it's that evil dragon arm again. There's never any peace and quiet."