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

An extraordinary phenomenon occurred: the almost extinct path of Confucianism miraculously gave rise to a new Confucian sage.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's "Ask the Way"

It gave scholars all over the world a sense of new hope.

Cao Changqing, far away in the former territory of Western Chu, smiled as he gazed in the direction of Mount Xuanyuan Hui:

"Unexpectedly, my dispersal of Confucian aura has instead created a new Confucian sage."

But he knew that all of this was because of one person.

The descendant of the Ye family who was able to single-handedly enter the residence of the Northern Liang King.

In a small courtyard nestled among bamboo groves, a middle-aged scholar with seemingly clouded eyes gazed at the black and white chessboard before him and sighed:

"Incredible! Incredible! I've played chess my whole life, but I still can't predict the way of heaven."

Stealing secrets from books is ultimately not the true path. Unexpectedly, an outsider appeared and completely changed Xuanyuan Jingcheng's fate.

A Confucian sage among men, truly remarkable.

The Confucian sage.

It was something he had always dreamed of.

The girl sitting behind him, who seemed a bit naive, asked, "Who is Xuanyuan Jingcheng?"

Huang Longshi turned to look at the adorable girl carrying sunflowers on her shoulders: "A remarkable person."

The girl in yellow snorted and headed towards the panda, a mythical beast that was eating bamboo. She leaped up and sat on its back, saying, "Alright, I'm going to see if my benefactor is dead yet."

Huang Longshi watched the adorable girl leave without stopping her. The King of Beiliang died unexpectedly, even by the sword.

Even after thoroughly examining the books in his hands, he still couldn't find Ye Yun's true origins.

"It's really strange that the Military Sage of Western Chu has gained a descendant."

Huang Longshi shook his head helplessly. Even with his extraordinary abilities, he couldn't have foreseen all of this.

The story of the entire book has gone astray.

Deep in the Huishan Mountains.

Xuan Yuan Jingcheng, who originally had a head of white hair, no longer looked old at all; his head was covered with layers of black hair.

"Thank you, Young Master Ye."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng bowed to Ye Yun with the highest Confucian etiquette.

"It's alright, it's a win-win situation anyway."

"Now, Mr. Xuanyuan, you can do what you want to do."

Ye Yun did not rush to ask Xuan Yuan Jingcheng to make a statement. Confucian scholars value their word above all else, so he would not go back on his word.

"Young Master Ye, you helped me attain sainthood. I will fulfill my promise. After I cleanse this filthy Huishan, I will drink and make merry with you."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's words indicated that he would keep his promise.

"Please!"

Ye Yun's voice had just fallen.

A voice came from that ethereal place.

"Is it not delightful to have guests coming from afar?"

"Ye Yun, why don't you see this old man?"

In an instant.

Ye Yun's figure flashed and disappeared abruptly in front of Xuan Yuan Jingcheng.

In front of Xuanyuan Jingcheng, only ripples remained.

"The laws of the sages are contained in their words, and their words become law; a single word can become a prophecy."

"Could it be that Zhang family sage?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked in the direction from which the holy voice had just come. He had only recently entered the realm of Confucian sages, yet he could only sense a fraction of the other party's aura.

In the end, it all turned into a sigh. This was the work of a master, something he couldn't possibly do now. He could only hope that Ye Yun could turn the danger into safety.

The moment Ye Yun heard the sound, the scene around him shifted, and he realized that he was no longer at Xuanyuan Huishan.

However, the sword intent within his body seemed to be suppressed by something, making it impossible to unleash its full power.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and an old scholar appeared beside him, looking up at the decisive and ruthless peerless sword immortal: "What, do you want to kill this old man? Someone who shouldn't have appeared has stirred up the wind and clouds. Someone who was supposed to die young has managed to survive against all odds. He is not a reincarnated person, yet he possesses the foundation to break through the Heavenly Dao sword cultivation."

Ye Yun remained silent, his sword intent surging faster within his body, bursting forth and becoming invincible within a small area.

The old scholar revealed a satisfied smile: "I'll give you some time. Perhaps another invincible swordsman will emerge in this world."

Ye Yun was now able to determine who this person was.

He was the first Confucian sage who monopolized the fortune of Confucianism for eight hundred years.

Zhang Fuyao.

This old man had already reached the terrestrial celestial realm eight hundred years ago, and he truly lived up to his reputation. It was as if he couldn't sense the other party's presence at all, yet the old man was standing right in front of him.

A slight difference can lead to vastly different outcomes.

The difference between a terrestrial immortal and a celestial being is indeed vast.

Ye Yun voluntarily sheathed his sword intent and bowed, saying, "Ye Yun greets the Sage of the Zhang Family."

The old scholar laughed and said, "Oh, young man, you have some insight. You actually know me. When your father came to Shangyin Academy, he did have some talent. I just didn't expect that his descendants would have two people with exceptional talent."

"Sage Zhang, you have summoned me here with your great supernatural powers. What is the purpose of this summons?"

Ye Yun frowned.

Could it be that he influenced Xuanyuan Jingcheng by helping him become a Confucian sage?

"Haha, not bad, not bad."

"Decisive in killing, neither humble nor arrogant, and fearless of anyone."

"I don't know, but may I take a look at your sword?"

The old scholar, dressed in neat clothes, clasped his hands together and looked at Ye Yun.

Ye Yun thought to himself: Is it because of the Immortal Sword?

It seems that if we don't make a move today, we might not be able to leave.

With a flick of the finger, countless sword energies appeared out of thin air and swarmed away.

A series of whooshing sounds echoed throughout the space.

"A wise man does not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or supernatural beings!"

The old scholar said calmly.

That powerful sword strike could easily annihilate a first-rank martial artist.

Just as the thousands of sword energies were about to pierce through the old scholar's body, they suddenly seemed to be frozen by something, abruptly stopping and hovering in the sky.

What the hell is this thing?

Ye Yun almost cursed.

The old scholar said nonchalantly, "Why don't you show me some real skills?"

Thousands of sword energies suddenly rose and converged into one sword.

All swords return to one.

This sword thrust forward suddenly, its momentum like a rainbow.

Even a great master like a terrestrial immortal would likely be killed if he didn't take it seriously.

Instead of retreating, the old scholar advanced, stepping through the air step by step, raising his right hand and gently stopping the sword that had transformed from thousands of sword energies into one.

As if he were taking a leisurely stroll, a clay figure naturally appeared behind him.

Ye Yun's sword, imbued with his entire body's sword intent, was held in the right hand of this Zhang family sage, unable to penetrate even an inch.

The two seem to be separated by only one realm.

A mere line separates them, yet they are worlds apart.

"Ye Yun, why don't you unleash your strongest sword strike? I don't have that much patience."

The sword strike, imbued with Ye Yun's full power, shattered violently in the scholar's hand.

This guy is definitely not human.

As expected of a turtle that has lived for thousands of years, it is unfathomable.

Does Ye Yun know that the other party doesn't really want to kill him? Is he trying to find out his true combat strength?

That being the case.

Then let's fight.

"Sir, I have a sword; please taste it."

Ye Yun lightly touched his brow with his finger, communicating with the immortal sword—the Nanming Li Huo Sword—and mobilizing a trace of its power.

The immense power of the immortal sword flowed into the acupoints and meridians throughout Ye Yun's body, turning his entire face a purplish-red color.

"Oh, this is starting to get interesting."

The old scholar's previously indifferent gaze suddenly revealed a hint of seriousness.

This sword strike.

It will be very powerful.