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

"My name is Ye Yun."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Kai couldn't help but take a few steps back, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his heart churning with emotion.

Zhao Kai examined Ye Yun's appearance closely, but he didn't resemble the person described in the million-tael gold reward notice at all!

"What's wrong? You don't seem to believe me."

Ye Yun was now dressed in a red robe, revealing his true appearance. He was naturally very different from the "he" who had stormed the Northern Liang King's Mansion.

"Zhao Kai greets you, brother. Ye Yun is a great demon. Don't try to impersonate him. There are many who want to kill him."

Zhao Kai spoke cautiously and carefully, unable to figure out who the man in red robes in front of him was.

Ye Yun smiled slightly, not expecting this Prince Li Yang to be so interesting.

With a wave of his hand, a crimson sword aura swept past Zhao Kai's ear and instantly landed on the golden-armored figure behind him.

boom!

Without warning, the golden-armored man was pierced through the body, flew dozens of meters, and fell to the ground, where he remained silent for a moment.

A strand of hair drifted down Zhao Kai's ear and slowly fell to the ground.

"Senior! I have been presumptuous. Please, senior, show mercy and spare my life."

Zhao Kai's legs went weak, and he knelt directly in front of Ye Yun, showing no backbone whatsoever of a prince.

Others would have scoffed, but Ye Yun smiled and helped Zhao Kai up: "Now you can believe that I am Ye Yun."

Zhao Kai lowered his head and dared not speak. His trembling body betrayed his extreme fear, as he had just narrowly escaped death.

"Don't be nervous. Since we've met, why don't we discuss a business deal?"

Ye Yun looked at this seemingly timid and cowardly prince of Liyang, who was actually ambitious and full of scheming.

"I don't know what business Ye Jianxian needs to attend to, but I will certainly make the arrangements carefully."

Zhao Kai hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Zhao Kai, do you want to be emperor?"

A casual remark left Zhao Kai stunned.

"Please enlighten me, Sword Immortal."

Zhao Kai pretended to be stupid.

"What, you don't need help? Are you afraid of retaliation from Beiliang? Nowadays, unless Beiliang mobilizes its entire force of 300,000 elite cavalry, I'm afraid no one will dare to kill me."

"I'll scheme for you to seize the throne of Liyang, and you'll wipe out the entire Xu family for me. Isn't that a great deal?"

Ye Yun's voice carried a hint of amusement.

Zhao Kai was a little confused at this point. With Ye Yun's strength, wouldn't killing a spoiled brat be a piece of cake?

What does this mean?

"Is that all Ye Jianxian is all there is to him?"

Zhao Kai asked again.

"I don't really enjoy talking to you! Have your master, Han Diaosi, bring Fu Jiang Hongjia to the Xuanyuan Clan in Huishan to find me."

After giving his instructions, Ye Yun used his qi to control his sword, transforming into a streak of crimson light and disappearing into the sky above the Shangyin Academy.

"Look, that person was a sword immortal."

"I never imagined that there were actually people in the world who could fly on swords."

"A sword immortal! That's truly unbelievable."

"…!"

Inside the Shangyin Academy, many students saw that crimson sword light.

Zhao Kai was already shocked. He was certain that this person was none other than "Sword Immortal Ye Yun," who had killed the King of Beiliang, slaughtered a group of Beiliang masters, and managed to escape unscathed, and had just entered the top ten of the martial arts rankings.

Da da da!

Zhao Kai snapped his fingers several times at the golden-armored figure lying in the distance, but there was no response: "Was it damaged?"

When he walked over, he discovered that the outer armor of the golden armor was completely shattered.

It's completely unusable.

With just a light and easy sword strike, he directly caused Fu Jiang Hongjia, who possessed peak Vajra Realm combat power, to unleash his full power.

Zhao Kai couldn't help but sigh:

"My God! Is this even human?"

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Daxueping.

Dark clouds loomed overhead.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng used the Finger-to-Death technique to kill Xuanyuan Jingxuan, and then ascended Guniu Hill.

This middle-aged scholar walked slowly against the wind, his sleeves fluttering, standing out from the crowd.

After enduring twenty years of silence, I have finally stepped into this place in person.

There was already someone waiting for him opposite him.

An elderly man with a remarkable ability to preserve his youthful appearance, whose hair was originally completely white, now has black temples after twenty years. He stands with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for all of this.

Xuanyuan Dapan's eyes were sharp, and his voice was like a booming bell: "Jingcheng, you have truly become a terrestrial immortal through your studies."

The deep, resonant sound echoed throughout the entire snowfield.

"Whether or not one has attained sainthood will be known in a moment."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said without any sadness or joy.

"Hahaha, what a joke! The realm I've pursued for so many years is beyond the reach of an unfilial descendant like you. Don't beg for mercy later."

Xuanyuan Dapan naturally did not believe that this eldest son of the Xuanyuan family could become a saint through studying.

If he really becomes a saint, wouldn't all these years of his life have been wasted?

Without suppressing his cultivation level, Xuan Yuan Jingcheng raised his hand and immediately possessed the cultivation of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm.

One hand reached out.

The sky and earth changed color, and dark clouds in the sky turned into tornadoes.

Wonderful.

This is the Confucian concept of celestial phenomena, achieving a resonance between heaven and earth.

"Xuanyuan Jingcheng, today I beg the Ancestor to die."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng raised his hand and said angrily.

These phenomena thoroughly attracted the attention of the Xuanyuan clan and its many cronies.

"This is the direction of Daxueping."

"Could it be...!"

Many of the guest ministers and members of the Xuanyuan clan headed towards the Great Snow Plain.

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Dapan laughed wildly and said, "Hahaha, your celestial phenomena are quite different from mine."

The celestial phenomena of a warrior and those of a scholar are naturally incomparable.

He was arrogant towards Xuanyuan Dapan. None of the old man's former opponents were weak. Most of the people who fought against him were famous figures in the martial arts world throughout history.

Although he lost every time, no one dared to underestimate this old man.

Xuanyuan Dapan, who is nearly a hundred years old, has been cultivating with evil arts in recent years and has devoted himself to dual cultivation, trying to integrate the three religions into one. His strength has increased greatly. If given some time, he may well be able to achieve the realm of a terrestrial immortal.

Gazing at the magnificent resonance between heaven and earth, Xuanyuan Dapan was not in a hurry to make a move. Instead, he wanted to see what abilities this eldest son of the Xuanyuan family, whom he had the least faith in, really had.

Did the aura of sainthood that day truly originate from him? If he truly had the opportunity to attain sainthood, we must meticulously investigate and extract his true identity.

The tornado drawn by the abundant energy spun violently across the snow-covered plain, seemingly reaching the heavens, yet it could not shake the old man's figure in the wind.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng made his move again: "Again."

Three more tornadoes suddenly appeared out of nowhere in Daxueping.

"Borrowing the power of heaven and earth, scholars like to use their mouths to take shortcuts. Even if you borrow a few more tricks, you may not be able to harm me."

Xuanyuan Dapan's black hair fluttered freely in the strong wind, but the wind that reached him seemed to be blocked by an invisible force.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng remained silent, as if waiting for something, and continued to use his heavenly might to squeeze the Xuanyuan Great Rock in the middle.

"Hahaha, Jingcheng, in these twenty years, this is all you've learned. Why not wait a few more years until you become a saint before seeking revenge?"

"Back in my day, I severely injured our ancestor with a single move, which is how I achieved what I have today. You're too impatient."

Xuanyuan Dapan laughed loudly, his hands suddenly forming claws, forcefully penetrating into the two tornadoes. With a hundred years of internal energy and the power of his vast sea of ​​qi, he completely tore the Dragon Spring apart.

He then unleashed a punch, shattering the tornado that Xuanyuan Jingcheng had created using the power of heaven and earth.

"Xuanyuan Jingcheng, you good-for-nothing, a discarded son of the family, you think you can make me, your ancestor, die? You are not worthy."

Xuanyuan Dapan tore the tornado apart, and the dark clouds above his head disappeared completely.

At this time, the area around the Great Snow Plain was gradually filled with members of the Xuanyuan clan and many retainers and advisors.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at the two people he cared about most in the crowd.

One was his wife, whom he loved but could not have.

One was his daughter, whom he would protect with his life.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at the two of them and smiled slightly:

"Since the Celestial Phenomenon Realm can't kill you."

"Then let's advance to the next realm."