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

An elderly man in blue robes descended from the sky.

"Junior brother."

Chai Qingshan believed his swordsmanship was not bad, but compared to his junior brother, he admitted he was inferior.

"You must be Ye Yun. Your sword intent is pure, and you possess the aura of both Confucianism and Taoism. You're no ordinary person!"

After returning the greeting, Song Nianqing asked Ye Yun.

His words were full of praise for Ye Yun, showing no airs of a master, but rather like he was looking at a junior.

Ye Yun said with his hands behind his back, "I have heard that the Sword Pool Sect Master has devoted his life to studying the way of the sword. He forges a sword for every move he comprehends, and he wants to cultivate twenty swords in order to challenge Deng Tai'a or Wang Xianzhi."

However, Deng Tai'a is already dead by my sword. I wonder how many swords Song Nianqing has been raising now.

Although the news of Deng Tai'a's death came from Wudang, his sword intent did not spread throughout the martial arts world, so naturally few people believed that Deng Tai'a was dead.

Ye Yun said this himself today, so Deng Tai'a is probably really dead.

Because Deng Tai'a's sword intent had already been absorbed and devoured by Ye Yun, and integrated into his own swordsmanship.

"In that case, I will draw my sword."

After exchanging glances with Ye Yun, Song Nianqing realized that the person before her was different from the other swordsmen.

Between victory and defeat.

You only have one chance.

"etc!"

Ye Yun stopped the other party and then continued, "I heard that you challenged Wang Xianzhi back then and went with twelve swords. Today I have come to the Sword Pool for two purposes. The first is naturally to ask about swordsmanship, and the second is to borrow the Great Feng Sword Furnace from four hundred years ago."

"If I lose this sword strike, I will retreat; if I win, the sword pool will make way."

"Ye Yun, is this a loan? You're clearly trying to steal it."

Chai Qingshan had a rather volatile temper and clearly felt that Ye Yun was trying to steal it.

Ye Yun laughed at these words and said, "I've been very polite. When I go up Longhu Mountain, I just charge straight up."

As a sword cultivator, I should respect those who wield the sword. I may slaughter anyone else in the Sword Pool at will.

"That sword furnace left over from the Great Feng Dynasty has been monopolized by your Sword Pool for many years. Can't others use it?"

"Senior brother, leave this to me!"

"Ye Yun, I have comprehended fourteen sword techniques and forged fourteen new swords over the years. If you can block my sword, you may borrow the resources of the Sword Pool at will."

Song Nianqing understood that if he was no match for Ye Yun, then no one in the Sword Pool would be able to defeat him.

Ultimately, some may even face utter ruin.

It's better to openly admit that you're not as skilled as others.

If it's a sword fight, then let the swords decide.

Ye Yun felt a greater sense of admiration for the old man in blue.

This reminded him of the Sword God Li Chungang.

"Alright, I won't bully you. I'll fight you with my Finger Profound Realm sword. I'll wait for you to use your strongest sword."

Ye Yun took a step forward, his body surrounded by sword intent, forming a sword energy barrier three feet in front of him, similar to the battle with Deng Tai'a.

But this time it was different; he suppressed his strength to the peak of the Finger Profound Realm.

Song Nianqing could feel Ye Yun's pressure: "Senior brother, the Sword Pool is now in your hands."

Before Chai Qingshan could reply, the words were spoken.

Instead of drawing his sword, Song Nianqing kept making hand seals, his hand gestures and sword techniques resembling both Buddhist and Taoist practices.

A whooshing sound echoed from the depths of the Sword Pool.

Upon closer inspection, fourteen longswords flew towards them.

The green robe's wide sleeves billowed continuously, carrying the vital energy of heaven and earth for three hundred miles in a single breath.

When three swords are hung in the air, each representing the right time, place, and people, they are used to target experts in the Celestial Phenomenon Realm. Furthermore, they can absorb the enemy's energy, becoming stronger when facing stronger opponents.

"Not bad, that's interesting, but even if you had all the advantages of timing, location, and people, what difference would it make?"

Ye Yun's voice rang out, domineering and incomparable, but the three swords landed just outside Ye Yun's three-foot sword aura, unable to penetrate even a fraction of an inch.

Song Nianqing exclaimed in amazement, "What a magnificent three-foot sword aura!"

The two were only seven or eight zhang apart, yet the old sect master of the Sword Pool seemed determined to break through the three-foot sword energy.

"Song Nianqing, if this is all you've got in your swordsmanship, I'm truly disappointed. Why don't you use your strongest sword strike?"

Ye Yun showed a hint of disappointment. He had thought that this sword prodigy would have some new tricks up his sleeve, but he couldn't muster any interest.

Sword Pool.

There's a reason why I didn't enter the Wu Family Sword Tomb.

"Haha, here it comes."

This old man in blue seemed to have given up all hope. When he handed over his long sword, he walked unsteadily, and the sword seemed to follow him everywhere.

Using his own body as a sword, he unleashed his strongest strike.

The sword energy seemed to be like a sword immortal riding a dragon, tearing apart the primordial energy of heaven and earth; it was truly an unparalleled sword strike.

"What a fine sword!"

Ye Yun couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The sword energy three feet in front of him was being invaded by a long sword, as if it were about to shatter.

Song Nianqing's wrinkled face showed a look of horror: "This...how is this possible?"

The sword strike he delivered at the cost of his own life finally shattered the three-foot-long sword aura, only to find that the sword in his hand had already broken as it entered the sword aura, and his own sword intent was ultimately assimilated by the opponent.

Song Nianqing's eyes widened in anger, and he suddenly erupted, using his body as a sword, merging heaven and earth into one, his aura and dragon veins winding around him, taking a half step into the Celestial Phenomenon Realm.

"Take another step, and you'll die."

Ye Yun said coldly.

Song Nianqing seemed not to hear, and without hesitation, used her hand as a sword to stab Ye Yun in the chest.

Ye Yun took a step forward, and an invisible sword aura suddenly burst out of his body, blasting Song Nianqing away. The old man in green was knocked dozens of meters away by this sword aura, and his tattered cloth shoes were worn thin.

The old man in blue was kneeling on the ground, his left arm supporting him, but his right arm had long since disappeared, with only blood flowing down his face.

"grandfather!"

A young man carrying a sword came to Song Nianqing's side, helped him up, drew his sword, and stood in front of Ye Yun.

"Come back, Tinglu!"

Song Nianqing, carrying a burst of sword energy, forcefully pulled his junior back.

Chai Qingshan landed beside Song Nianqing: "Senior brother! How is it?"

"He's lost, there's no need to stop him."

Song Nianqing looked even older at this moment; where there was a few black hairs, her head was now completely white.

"You fought to the death; that's admirable. I won't kill you."

"What's your name?"

Ye Yun pointed at the person who had just dared to use his sword against him.

Those who can draw their swords under the pressure of his sword intent must possess exceptional mental fortitude.

"Song Tinglu!"

The young man in white still gripped the sword he had forged himself tightly in his hand.

"Your swordsmanship talent is exceptional, and you may surpass your grandfather in the future. Would you be willing to become my disciple? I can teach you the ultimate swordsmanship."

Ye Yun truly admired Song Tinglu. He was not only kind-hearted and compassionate, but also fearless in the face of death. Such a person would go far in the path of swordsmanship.

In a short time.

The surrounding Sword Pool disciples were dumbfounded.

What's going on here?

"Tinglu, kneel down and acknowledge me as your master."

Song Nianqing stepped forward, grabbed Song Tinglu's shoulder, and forced him to kneel down.

"Grandfather, why?"

"If you can become his disciple, Sword Pool will surely surpass Wu Family Sword Tomb in the future. Tinglu, you have exceptional talent and are unparalleled in the world of swordsmanship. If you can be guided by a master, you will surely become a sword immortal."

Song Nianqing placed high hopes on this junior, but the inheritance of the Sword Pool depends on personal enlightenment.

If he had a master like Ye Yun to guide him, his great-grandson would surely one day sweep away all heroes with his sword.

Song Tinglu looked at Ye Yun not far away:

"Disciple greets Master."