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

The city wall of Emperor Wu's city.

The man in the red robe stood alone with his hands behind his back, watching the woman in white, as white as snow, head north.

"Give me some time, and I will create a sword technique for you that surpasses the Nineteen Stops."

Although Ye Yun did not learn Nangong Pushe's swordsmanship, he did see how she used it back then.

The way it operates, with each breath and pause, is already etched into my mind.

Having received sixty years of accumulated martial fortune from Wang Xianzhi, his understanding of martial arts has become increasingly profound.

In terms of martial arts cultivation alone, few in the world can compare with Ye Yun.

Next, I'm afraid I'll have to finish one last thing.

Xu Fengnian was killed.

A man slowly walked up behind them. He was Yu Xinlang, Wang Xianzhi's first disciple and Wang Xianzhi's most prized disciple. He was also the one with the highest cultivation and the strongest talent in swordsmanship among the four.

"Greetings, Lord Ye."

Yu Xinlang came to see Ye Yun alone, but did not follow the other three, and buried Wang Xianzhi.

"Why didn't you go to Kunlun Mountain?"

Ye Yun asked with great curiosity.

Ye Yun did not kill Wang Xianzhi's disciple not because he was kind, but because all four of them were martial arts geniuses. If he could recruit them, he could help Xuan Yuan Qingfeng unify the martial arts world as soon as possible.

This will be more beneficial for his future, allowing him to unify the world.

"No need. My master's instructions are not for me to carry out. Martial Emperor City needs me to stay and take charge of many matters. This is my master's hard work."

"Yu Xinlang, you want to learn my kendo."

Ye Yun knew that the person behind him was no ordinary person; he had received a portion of Wang Xianzhi's inheritance and possessed extremely strong swordsmanship talent.

He will surely have a place among the future masters of swordsmanship.

"Yes, please instruct me, Lord City Lord."

"Wang Xianzhi gifted me a city's worth of military fortune; this is how I repay that favor."

Ye Yun did not refuse the groom's request.

Wang Xianzhi's first disciple did not hesitate and immediately knelt down, saying, "Thank you, City Lord."

"Alright, I'll give you ten years. If you can reach the Earth Immortal realm, you can challenge me."

Ye Yun naturally knew the groom's purpose.

That is, he wanted to do it for Wang Xianzhi.

Ask a sword.

However, his current cultivation level is simply not high enough to warrant a sword challenge.

"Thank you for passing on the sword, City Lord."

The groom did not conceal his intentions.

"One condition: the future Wudi City must be named after the Song family, my disciple Song Tinglu."

As Ye Yun raised his hand, a sword intent appeared out of thin air, condensed into a small sword, and turned into golden light, entering the space between the groom's eyebrows.

"Thank you, City Lord, for bestowing upon me the sword."

This swordsmanship is not the same as the swordsmanship practiced by Ye Yun.

On the contrary, it was the swordsmanship he absorbed and comprehended from Li Chungang and Sui Xiegu that he developed.

If Yu Xinlang can fully comprehend it, he will eventually forge his own path in swordsmanship.

In the future, it is not impossible to enter that realm of immortals.

Although many immortal beings have died in the martial world, Ye Yun has forcibly taken away almost all of their fortune.

As for Wang Xianzhi, his martial arts luck all rested on Ye Yun.

The transformation of one soul into three spirits merely means that his inheritance has been distributed.

How could Ye Yun allow others to seize the fortune that belonged to him?

"Groom, please keep our promise."

As soon as Ye Yun finished speaking, he disappeared from the top of the Martial Emperor City.

"Congratulations to the city lord."

Song Tinglu, who was in seclusion to comprehend swordsmanship, opened his eyes, stood up, and bowed.

The groom bowed and looked at the carriage a dozen miles away: "Give me ten years, and I will make you satisfied, Master."

He had to deliver this sword strike to Ye Yun.

This is the way he believes in.

As Wang Xianzhi's first disciple, he naturally had to avenge his master.

Ye Yun, already inside the carriage, didn't care at all how strong the groom would ultimately be.

No matter how strong his swordsmanship is, can he really surpass the likes of Li Chungang, Deng Tai'a, and Sui Xiegu?

At best, he'd be a sword master at the terrestrial immortal level.

Even if the groom is given another thirty years, what difference does it make?

Wang Xianzhi, the second-best martial artist in the world, whose peak was insurmountable even for genius martial artists, was destroyed.

The change of ownership of Wudi City caused a sensation throughout the entire martial arts world.

And that person's name was Ye Yun, who had recently killed Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

From then on, Ye Yun was directly ranked as the top-ranked martial artist.

Having defeated Wang Xianzhi, who was second only to the world's number two, one is naturally the number one in the world.

But no one dared to go to Martial Emperor City to challenge this new Martial Emperor.

Everyone knows that few survive Ye Yun's sword strike.

However, at this time, the newly crowned Emperor Wu had already descended alone to the land of Northern Mang.

He was going to make something happen.

Something that will change the world order.

Go kill someone while you're at it.

Purple Phoenix City.

This is the location of the Northern Mang royal court, but we've encountered two uninvited guests.

It was Ye Yun who led the puppet barbarian, wearing a bamboo hat and dressed in the clothes of the Central Plains people, who stepped into this place, but he was somewhat out of place with the people here.

No one came to patrol, after all, only one or two martial arts figures from the Central Plains would occasionally appear here.

"I wonder what kind of activities those Northern Barbarians are up to these days. This city is certainly bustling with activity."

Ye Yun looked around.

This was his first time in the depths of Northern Wilderness, and he was completely unfamiliar with the place.

I was able to get here thanks to the free help of some "江湖" (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).

"Quickly, the sacrificial ceremony is about to begin."

Someone in the crowd shouted.

Fortunately, Ye Yun had learned some of the language of the Northern Barbarians and understood part of it.

Ye Yun then mingled with the puppet barbarian among the crowd, gazing into the distance toward the Northern Mang Royal Court.

A tall altar for worshipping heaven was erected in the center of the square, accompanied by a loud tolling of a bell.

The sacrificial ceremony to Heaven officially began.

The Northern Mang Empress, dressed in a magnificent golden robe and wearing a phoenix crown, ascended the sacrificial altar under the protection of a retinue of attendants and soldiers.

Ye Yun immediately spotted the tall, farmer-like man beside him.

The man seemed to have sensed something.

Her eyes were fixed on the man in the red robe in the crowd.

"It's him!"

"So you are the Tuoba Bodhisattva."

The moment their eyes met.

They then learned the other party's identity.

Tuoba Bodhisattva whispered a few words to the Empress beside him, then left and headed straight for Ye Yun.

The surrounding crowd seemed to know something.

A vacuum zone quickly formed around Ye Yun.

He and the puppet stood alone in the same spot.

"Ye Yun, you really have the audacity to come to my Northern Mang Royal Court. What are you planning to do?"

Tuoba Bodhisattva said coldly.

The energy of his entire body locked onto Ye Yun.

They were afraid that Ye Yun would suddenly attack the Empress.

A group of experts emerged from all directions, surrounding Ye Yun in layers.

Ye Yun smiled slightly: "Bodhisattva Tuoba, how did you come to be called the God of War? If I wanted to kill Empress Murong, why would I need to make such a big fuss?"

"Is this all there is? Are you looking down on me?"

"Tuoba, bring him here to speak."

Empress Murong stood majestically on the sacrificial altar, pointing her finger at Ye Yun.

"Your Majesty, this young man's cultivation is profound. If he gets too close, we are not confident we can stop him..."

Yuan Qingshan, who was standing nearby, hurriedly tried to persuade him.

Ye Yun's reputation was earned through battle.

Empress Murong waved her hand and said:

"I wish to meet the person who killed Xu Xiao in the Northern Liang Prince's residence."

Ye Yun slowly walked towards the Northern Mang Empress, while the surrounding people had already been cleared away.

Tens of thousands of Northern Barbarian soldiers surrounded Ye Yun like an iron barrel.

Ye Yun stroked his chin, gazing at Empress Murong on the high platform:

"This is the way Northern Mang treats its guests."