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

Daily rigorous training is Ye Yun's routine.

On this day, Ye Yun sat under the old locust tree and silently opened the system panel that he hadn't opened for a long time.

[Host: Ye Yun]

[Physique: Innate Sword Body (Mastery)]

[Realm: Peak Jade Purity Realm (Early Stage of Sword Core) Flawless and Immaculate Body (Peak Martial Artist of the Ninth Realm)]

[Technique: Cycle of Life and Death]

[Weapon: Immortal Sword Nanming Li Huo, Divine Power - Blazing Reincarnation, Golden Light (Natal Sword), Divine Power - Sword Transformation into Ten Thousand Purple Clouds (Natal Flying Sword), Divine Power - Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Cage (Natal Flying Sword), Divine Power - Imprisoning Crimson Sword (Spirit Weapon)]

[Luck Value: 1130000 points]

【Special: None】

[Sole Main Quest: The Strongest Swordsman]

Unexpectedly, upon arriving in the main world of "Sword Comes," even the system changed.

During this period, I have absorbed quite a bit of the luck value here.

Exit the system panel, activate the Life and Death Reincarnation Technique, and let the three natal flying swords slowly rotate. Golden light, purple sky, and cage, the three swords trembled slightly and emitted a low hum, which intertwined with the birdsong outside the window.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide.

A strange feeling came from the heavens and earth, as if something was being activated.

The feeling was light and faint, yet it made his sword heart pound violently.

Ye Yun got up, pushed open the door, and walked into the courtyard.

He looked up at the sky.

The sky was still the same sky, a clear, deep blue, with drifting white clouds.

But within that expanse of azure, ripples appeared, as if someone had thrown a pebble into the calm surface of a lake.

The patterns spread outwards from the center of the sky, becoming denser and deeper. With each circle of expansion, a soft sound was heard, as if something was being slowly opened.

Ye Yun squinted and strained his eyes to look.

He saw a small crack appear in the sky, its edges glowing with a faint golden light. The crack was slowly widening, as if it had been torn open from the inside by something.

The barrier of Lizhu Cave Heaven was opened by someone on their own initiative.

The Lizhu Cave Heaven has existed for sixty years.

The day of the opening has finally arrived.

Ye Yun stood in the courtyard, gazing at the sky, without making a move. This was about to get even more interesting.

Anticipation? Nervousness?

Or something else? He didn't know.

All he knew was that from this day forward, this small town, which had been peaceful for sixty years, would no longer be peaceful.

Those eyes hidden in the shadows, those forces that have been lying in wait for a long time, those who have waited for sixty years, will all flock in to seize this last opportunity, the last chance for the Lizhu Cave Heaven.

The boy from Mud Bottle Alley is about to experience a turning point in his life.

Ye Yun withdrew his gaze and turned to go back into the house.

He knew that many more people would be coming.

He needs to find an opportunity, at the right time, to do what he should do.

Sure enough, three days later.

The first group of foreign monks entered the town.

Ye Yun sat at a tea stall at the entrance of town, holding a bowl of tea and slowly sipping it. This good job had been snatched away by Zheng Dafeng, Old Man Yang's disciple.

They collected a considerable amount of gold and copper coins.

This thing is no ordinary thing. Even if everyone wanted to possess it, it would be considered the top-tier currency and cultivation resource of the Sword Comes world. It is the hard currency for mountain cultivators to trade, and it also assists in cultivation and the crafting of magical treasures.

There are three main types.

Amulet coins: The obverse is engraved with the five poisonous creatures, and the reverse features a tortoise and snake entwined with a sword. They are primarily used for warding off evil spirits.

Spring Festival Money: Featuring openwork carvings of auspicious clouds and deities beating drums, symbolizing good fortune in the New Year, primarily used to gather auspicious energy and good luck.

Offering money: Simple in design, inscribed with phrases such as "Sincerity brings miracles," imbued with the pure essence of incense offerings, specifically used for offerings to deities and Buddhas.

Even those big shots were collecting it in secret.

Ye Yun naturally wanted to collect a batch as well.

It's just too valuable.

On the long street in front of Ye Yun, a dozen or so people were slowly walking towards him.

Those people were dressed in all sorts of clothes, some old, some young, some men, some women, but without exception, they all carried a sharp aura, the imposing presence of someone who had long held a position of power.

Leading the group was a young gentleman, handsome and refined, with a face like jade, dressed in a snow-white long robe, with a valuable ancient jade pendant hanging from his waist. He walked slowly, yet each step followed a certain rhythm, making it hard not to take a second look.

Fu Nanhua.

The eldest son of the Fu family of Old Dragon City, a cultivator at the Jade Purity Realm, is said to have already touched the threshold of immortality at a young age. He is accompanied by several attendants, all of whom are at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

A woman walked beside Fu Nanhua, her face alluring, her figure graceful, every smile and gesture exuding indescribable charm. She wore a light purple long dress, the hem embroidered with cloud patterns, which fluttered as she walked, making her look like a fairy in the clouds.

Cai Jinjian.

The fairy of Yunxia Mountain, at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, is said to possess unparalleled mastery of talismanic arts.

She and Fu Nanhua walked together, chatting and laughing, appearing very close.

But Ye Yun saw it clearly.

Although the two were smiling, their eyes met from time to time, and there was no affection in their eyes, only calculation.

They were testing each other, being wary of each other, and thinking about how to take advantage of each other.

This is the human heart.

The human heart is more terrifying than the demon race.

Ye Yun withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to drink his tea.

The pedestrians walked past the tea stall. Fu Nanhua's gaze swept over Ye Yun, lingered for a moment, and then moved away. He didn't see anything unusual. Ye Yun was just acting like a carefree cultivator, not worth paying attention to.

Cai Jinjian glanced at Ye Yun again.

That glance held a scrutinizing quality, but also a hint of barely perceptible interest.

But she didn't say anything and continued walking forward with Fu Nanhua.

The group disappeared around the street corner.

Ye Yun picked up the teacup and drank the rest of the tea in one gulp.

He left a few coins, got up, and left.

In the days that followed, the town became increasingly lively.

Every day, new cultivators arrive, and new forces emerge: the mountain-moving apes of Zhengyang Mountain, the rogue cultivators of Shujian Lake, the swordsmen of Beiju Luzhou, and the talisman masters of Nanpozhou.

They each had their own agendas and schemes, and their rivalry in the small town was quite lively.

The local residents were too scared to leave their homes by these outside cultivators. Only the bold ones dared to set up stalls on the street and earn a few hard-earned coins.

Ye Yun still sits at the entrance of Mud Bottle Alley every day, watching Chen Ping'an come and go.

The boy still went to work at the dragon kiln every day and still came back to practice his skills every evening.

Those visiting monks would occasionally pass through Mud Bottle Alley. They looked at the dilapidated alley and the run-down houses with disdain in their eyes.

They had no idea what kind of person the skinny boy living in this alley would become in the future.

Ye Yun looked at these and sighed inwardly.

He didn't know what to say. He was just an observer, only able to watch.

That night, Ye Yun stood by the window, gazing in the direction of the covered bridge.

There were no stars in the night sky, only a solitary moon hanging high. The moonlight, like water, spilled through the mountains and forests, exuding an indescribable mystery.

There lay the swordsman, the target of his journey.

The old sword hanging under the bridge.

He had waited so long, and this moment had finally arrived.

Ye Yun said softly, "The time has come."

He turned and pushed open the door, stepping into the night.

From the direction of the distant covered bridge, a long and desolate sword cry seemed to echo.