A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

Jiangdong Xuanyuan.

Deep in the Huishan Mountains.

In the bamboo grove, there is a small study courtyard built of bamboo.

Inside the courtyard, a white-haired scholar was engrossed in reading an unidentified book.

A man in a red robe slowly walked into the study.

The scholar, who had been reading, slowly put down his books and looked toward the figure outside the courtyard.

"A friend has come from afar!"

"Why don't you come out to greet us?"

The man in the red robe spoke in a cool tone, yet it revealed a hint of domineering.

"What friend? You were able to easily bypass the defenses of Huishan without alerting anyone. You must have already transcended the ordinary and become a saint."

The scholar's voice remained calm as he continued reading the book in his hand, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

The man in the red robe smiled and continued:

"It is said that the Xuanyuan School of Huishan is a martial arts school, but it produced a scholar."

And he was also a romantic at heart, enduring twenty years of hardship for the girl he loved, hoping to achieve enlightenment through scholarship. What a pity, what a pity!

Upon hearing this, the scholar slowly put down the book in his hand, then got up and walked out of the courtyard, where he saw Ye Yun in a red robe.

"Young friend, to have reached the realm of terrestrial immortals at such a young age is truly a peerless talent."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng performed a Confucian courtesy to Ye Yun.

"Hahaha!"

"Ye Yun pays his respects to Master Xuanyuan."

"Do not laugh at the scholar for lacking courage; he dares to make heaven and earth sink into the sea."

Ye Yun took a step and arrived three feet in front of Xuan Yuanjing, a domineering sword intent pressing straight down on Xuan Yuanjing.

呲!

A righteous and peaceful aura dissolved the domineering sword intent.

"Young Master Ye's sword intent is indeed domineering and murderous. No wonder he was able to kill the King of Beiliang and single-handedly annihilate many first-rank experts of Beiliang."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng couldn't help but take a few steps back, then steadied himself. The blood at the corner of his mouth indicated that he had just been injured.

Ye Yun withdrew his sword intent, then cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xuanyuan, with your Celestial Phenomenon Realm cultivation, I'm afraid you can't kill that Xuanyuan Dapan."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Young Master Ye, you came here today not to test my cultivation, right?"

But Xuan Yuan Jingcheng's right hand, which was behind his back, was trembling incessantly, betraying his true feelings.

He endured for twenty years, and who in the world knew that this "good-for-nothing" scholar possessed martial arts skills?

But the man in the red robe in front of him forcefully tested him out.

"That's right. I want to make a deal with Mr. Xuanyuan, a collaboration that can meet our mutual needs."

Ye Yun glanced at a yellowed but well-preserved book on the bookshelf.

The book cover has the two characters "Spring and Autumn Period" printed on it.

Shouldn't those who read the Spring and Autumn Annals blush?

"Young Master Ye, if you like this book, then I will give it to you."

"Reading is a good thing in itself, but people misunderstand scholars. If Mr. Xuanyuan wants to become a saint through reading and enter the realm of terrestrial immortals, I'm afraid this path will be difficult to achieve."

If one is determined to die and seeks a fleeting moment of glory, then that is feasible.

There are many martial artists in the world, and the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism have many masters. Do you know why Confucian masters are the fewest?

Ye Yun casually flipped through the Spring and Autumn Annals in his hand, as if at this moment, he was a good scholar.

"Please enlighten me, Young Master Ye."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng did not disrespect Ye Yun because of his age; on the contrary, he looked at Ye Yun like a student.

"There are many scholars in the world, but the most famous one is the Zhang family sage. He suppressed the Confucian fortune for eight hundred years and cut off the opportunities for most Confucian scholars. If he hadn't died, it would have been difficult for scholars to rise to prominence."

Later, there was the evil strategist Huang Longshi from the Spring and Autumn Period, who stole the secrets of heaven by flipping through books, which resulted in the world having even less Confucian fortune to rely on.

To attain sainthood through reading is harder than climbing to heaven.

But I still have high hopes for Mr. Xuanyuan. With his exceptional talent, he has broken through layers of constraints and has one foot in the gate of sainthood.

Ye Yun knew the workings of the world better than Huang Longshi, the one who turned the pages of the book. It was just that the future had been altered because of him, the time traveler.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng couldn't help but admire the man in red robes before him. If he hadn't learned swordsmanship and had become a scholar, he probably would have achieved quite a lot as well.

This ruthless person who suddenly appeared could actually foresee everything about him. Given Ye Yun's age, it was impossible for him to have noticed him so early on.

This is something that Xuanyuan Jingcheng can't understand.

"Young Master Ye, what do these things have to do with me?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng remained calm.

"Of course it's related. What if I can help Mr. Xuanyuan achieve the realm of a terrestrial immortal?"

Ye Yun calmly looked at Xuan Yuan Jingcheng and said.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's fair hands were trembling uncontrollably.

A paradise on earth!

That is the realm that countless martial artists from the three religions dream of. Who can say that they can help them reach the top? That's simply absurd.

"Young Master Ye, how can you convince Jingcheng of your words?"

Having studied for so many years, Xuan Yuan Jingcheng had secretly learned countless martial arts techniques, but he had never heard of anything that could help others reach the level of a terrestrial immortal.

"Mr. Xuanyuan, I may not be able to help others, but I can give you an opportunity to break through to the realm of terrestrial immortals."

but!

I have one condition: for the next twenty years, the Xuanyuan family must serve me. I can take your daughter, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, as my disciple and make her the master of the martial arts world, controlling the entire Huishan.

Based on my calculations, in order to achieve a higher realm, Xuan Yuan Da Pan will likely eventually make Xuan Yuan Qing Feng his dual cultivation vessel.

Is this what you wanted to see?

Ye Yun's last words completely ripped open the wounds hidden in Xuan Yuan Jingcheng's heart.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was Xuanyuan Jingcheng's only Achilles' heel.

Anyone who dares to harm her, don't blame this scholar for risking his life to kill him.

At this moment, the easygoing look in Xuanyuan Jingcheng's eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by the arrogance of a scholar.

Ye Yun placed the Spring and Autumn Annals in his hand and said:

"A person without manners cannot stand."

"Someone told me that you can understand it this way: if someone is rude to you, you can beat them so badly they can't stand up."

Xuanyuan Dapan is the kind of person who doesn't respect etiquette. Now the opportunity is in front of you. If you believe him, you can kill him directly.

Mr. Xuanyuan, I wonder what your choice will be.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng stared blankly at the Spring and Autumn Annals in his hand, wondering where this twisted logic came from.

like!

There's definitely some truth to that.

"Young Master Ye, how can you help me?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng bowed and asked.

This means they agreed.

"Mr. Xuanyuan, it's not that you haven't read enough books, but that your own Confucian fortune is insufficient to support you in becoming a Confucian sage."

Is it the fortune of Confucianism?

I happen to have this opportunity, so I'm giving it to you. I hope that after you attain sainthood, you will keep your promise.

After Ye Yun finished speaking, he secretly communicated with the system.

"Ding, does the host wish to consume 200000 luck points and transfer them to Xuanyuan Jingcheng?"

"yes!"

Strands of milky-white Confucian aura frantically merged into Xuanyuan Jingcheng's brow.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng closed his eyes, and saw him fly into the air, surrounded by a righteous aura. With him as the center, the world changed color.

Then he slowly took a step forward:

"I, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, once questioned the heavens and earth as a Confucian scholar, and today I have entered the realm of Confucian sage."

This day.

Xuanyuan Huishan.

There is now one more true Confucian sage.