From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Looking at the information on the martial arts wheel, Meng Fei was slightly taken aback and somewhat surprised. He originally thought that with Tian Boguang's reputation in the martial arts world for "Wandering Alone for Ten Thousand Miles", it should at least be a "first-class" martial art, but he did not expect it to be classified as "second-class".

But upon further reflection, he understood. Although Tian Boguang's two unique skills were feared throughout the martial arts world, they had never caught the eye of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, which showed that they had their limitations.

Looking at his own "Thirteen Deadly Swords," besides the perilous and exquisite sword moves, there was also a pure sword intent flowing within them, and its potential was far beyond what "Three-Layered Clouds" and "Wild Wind and Swift Blade" could achieve.

"Alright."

Meng Fei's eyes remained calm, showing little disappointment. In any case, this lightness skill was already enough for him to move freely when facing powerful enemies.

Then, he looked at the martial arts roulette wheel again, already looking forward to what kind of gains these three chances to draw would bring him.

"start!"

With a slight thought from Meng Fei, the Martial Arts Wheel deep within his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly shone brightly and began to spin rapidly.

On the roulette wheel, the words "Secret Manuals Zone," "Weapon Zone," and "Essence Zone," along with numerous blurry icons, shimmer and dance, dazzling the eye.

In an instant, the roulette wheel began to slow down, and finally came to a stop with a soft tremor.

As the light faded, three items floated silently above the roulette wheel, each emitting a different halo.

On the left are two pills the size of longan, emerald green in color and emitting a refreshing herbal fragrance that invigorates the spirit.

On the right is a longsword with a sheath. The sheath is ancient and dark red. What is most striking is that even inside the sheath, the sword still emits a faint, eerie red light that is unsettling.

Meng Fei first took the two pills. The pills felt warm to the touch and had a stronger medicinal fragrance.

【Hundred Flower Pill: Made from hundreds of rare and exotic flowers and herbs with distinct characteristics, refined using a secret method. It has a mild medicinal effect, specifically used to neutralize the poisons of various herbs and miasma, while also nourishing the internal organs and regulating the meridians.】

"It's not the 'Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Pill'..."

Meng Fei was slightly surprised. Although the "Hundred Flower Pill" was a remedy for poisoning, it did not mention any other detoxifying effects.

The "Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Pill" that I gave to Tian Boguang contains the essence of seven kinds of poisonous insects. As a result, it is questionable whether this pill can completely neutralize the toxicity of the "Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Pill".

"If he can't solve it... then Tian Boguang can only pray for the best."

Meng Fei wasn't too concerned about this; if such a lecherous scoundrel were to die because of it, it might not be such a bad thing.

He then carefully put the two "Hundred Flower Pills" into his pocket. Such antidotes were essential items for traveling the martial arts world.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the longsword that emitted an eerie red light.

After calming himself down a bit, he slowly reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, drawing it out three inches.

"Buzz—!"

A deep, resonant sword rang out, the sound not crisp, but rather carrying a teeth-grinding friction and a bloodthirsty impulse.

A faint red light flowed across the sword's blade, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the blade did not have the usual metallic luster, and the red light resembled strange vein patterns.

[The Sword Stained with Royal Blood: A deadly blade, forged from meteorite iron and millennia-old ebony heartwood, tempered by evil magic. Its nature is extremely malevolent; drawing its sheath always draws blood.]

[Characteristic: Devouring Master. With prolonged use, the sword's ferocious energy will backfire on the wielder's mind and spirit. If nourished with one's own essence and blood, the sword's power can be greatly enhanced.]

Looking at the Azure Blood Sword in his hand, Meng Fei's eyes flashed with understanding and deep apprehension. No wonder he had a strong sense of foreboding when he first saw this sword. It turned out to be a notorious and malevolent sword.

A moment later, Meng Fei slowly sheathed his longsword, and the unsettling red light and low hum disappeared.

"Divine weapons and powerful artifacts are certainly tempting, but if the price is losing one's true self and falling into the demonic path... it's surely not worth it!"

After putting down the demonic sword, Meng Fei calmed his mind and focused his attention on his greatest gain of the day—the secret of the "Reverse Stepping on Three Layers of Clouds" light-body technique.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, and the mental techniques, incantations, and footwork diagrams clearly appeared in his mind. He then began to repeatedly deduce and simulate them in his mind, coordinating them with the circulation of his own true energy.

Just as Meng Fei was deep in thought, the atmosphere in Hengyang City had reached a boiling point as the Golden Basin Washing Hands Ceremony approached.

Liu Zhengfeng, the second-best martial artist of the Hengshan School, was not only highly skilled in martial arts but also wealthy. For this Golden Basin Washing Hands Ceremony, he specially ordered the gates to be opened to welcome guests from all directions.

Whether they are from prestigious sects, wandering martial artists, or fellow martial artists who have only met a few times and come out of admiration, as long as they register their names at the gate, they can enter Liu's residence directly.

For a time, the area in front of Liu's mansion was bustling with carriages and people, a scene of unprecedented grandeur in Hengyang City in recent decades.

As the most important guests of this conference, the other four sects belonging to the Five Mountains Sword Sect have also arrived one after another.

The first to arrive were the Hengshan Sect, led by Abbess Dingyi. More than ten nuns, dressed in uniform moon-white robes, stood out as exceptionally pure and otherworldly among the group of wealthy guests.

Next up was the Taishan Sect, led by Daoist Tianmen. Each of his disciples had a solemn expression and a composed demeanor, adding a touch of solemnity to the noisy scene.

Subsequently, the group from the Huashan Sect also appeared in everyone's sight. Yue Buqun, the "Gentleman Sword," was dressed in a green robe, with a handsome face and a gentle smile, showing the demeanor of a grandmaster.

His wife, Ning Zhongze, followed closely by him, while his disciples, including Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan, followed behind.

Wherever Yue Buqun went, people from all walks of life, whether they knew him or not, would clasp their fists in greeting and address him as "Sect Leader Yue," demonstrating his immense prestige.

The arrival of the Huashan Sect brought the atmosphere to a climax.

However, observant people soon noticed something unusual.

Among the Five Mountains Sword Sects, the Songshan Sect, whose leader is the leader, is nowhere to be seen! Logically speaking, for such an important occasion, even if the leader Zuo Lengchan cannot attend in person, he should at least send a high-ranking elder or disciple to witness the ceremony.

Even though the Huashan Sect had been inside for quite some time, the Songshan Sect still hadn't shown up. This deliberate absence gave people an ominous feeling that "a storm is brewing."

What's even more puzzling is that the host, Master Mo Da, the leader of the Hengshan Sect, also failed to appear. This situation inevitably led some people who knew the inside story of the Hengshan Sect to speculate and whisper among themselves.

It was in this atmosphere, which was outwardly lively but inwardly turbulent, that Meng Fei and Lin Pingzhi entered the Liu residence, which was about to become the center of the storm, with the crowd.

"Brother Meng."

Lin Pingzhi followed closely beside Meng Fei, his gaze sweeping over the martial arts heroes in the courtyard. He couldn't help but lower his voice and say, "Why do I feel... something's off about the atmosphere in the Liu residence? It looks lively, but something just feels... strange."

Although he was new to the martial arts world, after experiencing great changes, he had become much more sensitive to his surroundings. Amidst the clamor of congratulations throughout the mansion, there seemed to be an indescribable tension and repression.

Meng Fei didn't turn around; only the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. His voice came calmly: "Your eyesight has improved, but don't rush. Whether it's good or bad, just keep watching... and you'll know."

Time passed slowly amidst the hustle and bustle, the sun rose higher, and it seemed that all the guests had arrived.

Meng Fei looked up at the wide-open gate of the Liu residence and silently thought, "It'll be soon."

Sure enough, not long after, the steward in charge of reception in the front yard suddenly raised his voice and announced, "The auspicious time has arrived—please, Master Liu, perform the 'Golden Basin Washing Hands' ceremony!"