All-People Game: As a Sword Cultivator, All I Can Do is Fly with a Sword

The footsteps stopped at the courtyard gate.

Unlike the man in black who climbed over the wall, the newcomer simply pushed open the closed wooden door.

The sound of the bolt snapping was particularly jarring in the quiet, snowy night.

A middle-aged man walked in.

He wasn't wearing night clothes or a mask; instead, he was dressed in a well-tailored gray Zhongshan suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he was holding two shiny walnuts in his hand.

He looked like an old cadre who had just come out of a meeting in the government compound.

However, the oppressive aura emanating from him was more than ten times stronger than that of the man in black from before.

The man didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices. His gaze was fixed on Xuan Chengzi, his eyes filled with disappointment and anger.

"Master Xuanchengzi, is your Qingsong Temple's way of treating guests just a fake scripture pavilion to fool people?"

Li Jin leaned against a pillar, enduring the sharp pain in her shoulder, and silently began to examine the wound.

Name: Zhang Jingfan

[Level: 46 (Martial Arts Grandmaster)]

[Identity: Deputy Sect Master of the Divine Will Sect, A-level wanted fugitive]

[State: Annoyed, Confident, Underestimating the Enemy]

[Recent wish: To obtain the secret manual passed down in Qingsong Temple, help the sect leader break through to a higher level, and incidentally demolish this dilapidated temple to vent my anger.]

Wow, a big fish has arrived!

A Grandmaster at level 46.

In the early stages of this version, when spiritual energy had just recovered and cultivators were not yet everywhere, martial arts masters were basically the ceiling of combat power.

Li Jin glanced at the deputy sect leader with some sympathy.

Because the seemingly slovenly old Taoist priest standing next to him was a level 51 Grandmaster.

This is like a player who has just reached the maximum level, thinks he is invincible with god-tier gear, and goes to the newbie village to massacre the entire village, only to find that the village chief is a hidden world boss.

Xuan Chengzi stood with his hands tucked in his pockets, looking like an old gatekeeper.

"Layman, our Qingsong Temple is a proper scenic spot. The Sutra Repository is a cultural exhibition area. If you want to see the real stuff, you have to go to a museum."

"Besides, people who break into a private residence in the middle of the night are not guests."

Zhang Jingfan sneered, stood with his hands behind his back, and an invisible aura emanated from him, forcing the surrounding snowflakes to scatter in all directions.

"Xuan Chengzi, let's not beat around the bush. I am Zhang Jingfan from the Divine Intent Sect, and I know that you are also a Grandmaster-level expert."

"But in the martial arts world, who doesn't know that you suffered a serious injury in your early years, your qi and blood are depleted, and now you are nothing more than an old man clinging to life?"

"I'm in my prime, full of energy and vitality. If we really start fighting, youth has the upper hand. Your old bones probably can't withstand the strain."

He took a step forward, his aura extremely imposing.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Chengzi sighed and scratched his messy hair helplessly.

"Why are young people these days so lacking in sportsmanship? They're always causing trouble for the elderly."

"Hand over the secret manual." Zhang Jingfan's eyes were sharp. "I can spare your life, and I might even spare your Taoist temple. After all, a fight between grandmasters is too noisy, and I'm afraid it will attract trouble from the authorities."

"But if you don't know what's good for you..."

He looked at Li Jin beside him, a smile playing on his lips: "This kid may have some strange methods, but in front of a grandmaster, he's just a slightly sturdier ant."

Li Jin rolled her eyes.

Can't the villain's lines be a little more original?

"What if I say no?"

Xuan Chengzi's languid expression gradually faded, and a barely perceptible cold glint appeared in his eyes.

"Then don't blame me for disrespecting the elderly and caring for the young!"

Zhang Jingfan's figure disappeared from the spot.

It was several times faster than the black-clad man who was at the peak of the Dark Force realm just now.

He did not attack Xuan Chengzi directly, but instead adopted a hit-and-run strategy.

He struck out with both palms in quick succession, each palm carrying overwhelming force, yet he did not directly clash with Xuan Chengzi, but instead continuously compressed Xuan Chengzi's space to move.

"Old man, let's see how long you can hold out!"

Xuan Chengzi stood rooted to the spot, his hands seemingly moving slowly, yet always managing to neutralize Zhang Jingfan's attacks at the last second.

It is the signature martial art of Qingsong Temple, the Cloud-Soothing Hand.

However, in Xuan Chengzi's hands, this set of health-preserving boxing techniques displayed astonishing defensive power, as if sealed off and completely impenetrable.

Bang bang bang!

Dull, crashing sounds echoed through the air, and the surging air currents whipped up the snow in the yard, forming a white tornado.

Li Jin watched with great interest.

This is what high-level gameplay looks like.

Meanwhile, Zhang Jingfan became increasingly alarmed as the game progressed.

The intelligence is incorrect!

This old Taoist priest was indeed not as strong as he used to be, but his defense was too tight, like a tortoise shell, with no flaws to be found.

If this drags on, even if we win, we'll pay a heavy price.

We must act swiftly and decisively.

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhang Jingfan's eyes.

Since we can't break through your shell, we'll attack your weak point.

With a strange change of direction in mid-air, he abruptly withdrew his palm, which was originally aimed at Xuan Chengzi's face, and pounced on Li Jin, who was standing under the corridor, like an eagle hunting a rabbit.

"Hey kid, you can borrow this!"

Once we catch this kid, we're not afraid the old Taoist priest won't give in.

Li Jin stared at the hand that was rapidly enlarging in her pupils, and all she could think was "MMP" (a vulgar expression).

Are all these villains crazy?

Why does everyone like him so much?

Moreover, he can't even do a simple roll now; he can only watch helplessly as the palm strike lands.

Just then.

A terrifying atmosphere suddenly erupted in the courtyard.

Xuan Chengzi, who had been in a defensive posture and seemed somewhat powerless, completely changed at this moment.

His hunched back suddenly straightened, and a roar like a surging river emanated from his body.

"You shameless bastard!"

A furious roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Xuan Chengzi appeared in front of Li Jin, arriving first despite being behind.

Faced with Zhang Jingfan's determined grab, Xuan Chengzi neither dodged nor used that gentle force.

He simply raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

This slap was plain and simple.

But it was extremely fast and extremely heavy.

It was still the Cloud-Soothing Hand technique, but it was now a truly powerful strike from a grandmaster filled with rage.

Snapped!

The sound of a slap, crisp and clear, drowned out the howling wind and snow.

Zhang Jingfan's forward-rushing figure looked as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding Dayun truck.

He didn't even have time to react in mid-air before he was sent flying backward at an even faster speed than when he arrived.

He spun around in the air a dozen times before crashing heavily onto the courtyard wall.

With a loud bang.

The two-hundred-year-old blue brick courtyard wall was smashed in half.

Zhang Jingfan was buried in a pile of broken bricks and tiles, half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun, his teeth were broken all over the ground, and blood mixed with saliva was flowing out.

He struggled to get up, only to find that the strength in his body had been completely dissipated by that slap.

He looked up in horror at the old Taoist priest standing in the wind and snow, who resembled a demon god.

"You're actually a Grandmaster!"

His voice was muffled by the draft, filled with unbelievable despair.

Didn't the intelligence report say he was just an ordinary grandmaster?

Didn't they say he was dying of old age because his blood and energy were failing?

This is called qi and blood deficiency!

That slap almost blew his skull off.

Xuan Chengzi slowly withdrew his hand, his chest heaving violently a few times, and an abnormal flush flashed across his face before he quickly suppressed it.

He told Li Jin a few days ago that his blood and energy were declining, and that was the truth.

However, it's not because he's old, but because he was ambitious in his younger years and eager to break through to the Grandmaster realm, leaving behind hidden injuries that are difficult to cure.

That's why he's usually so lazy, and he avoids taking action whenever possible. Every time he uses power beyond that of a grandmaster, it's like tearing open an old wound, and it takes a long time to recover.

If Zhang Jingfan hadn't had the idea of ​​arresting Li Jin, he wouldn't have bothered to use such force.

Xuan Chengzi resumed his lazy demeanor, walked over, and stepped on Zhang Jingfan's chest.

A gentle yet domineering force surged into Zhang Jingfan's body, wreaking havoc throughout his body.

He let out a pig-like scream, his whole body trembled violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.

His martial arts career has come to an end.

"You...you crippled me!" Zhang Jingfan glared venomously at Xuan Chengzi. "The Divine Will Sect will not let you get away with this!"

"Alright, alright, stop with the threats. What era are we living in?" Xuan Chengzi withdrew his foot, expressionlessly took out his phone from his pocket, and slowly dialed three numbers.

"Hello? Is this a police officer? I want to call the police."

"I am Xuan Chengzi from Qingsong Temple. Yes, yes, I am the vice president."

"There's a madman here. He broke into the scenic area in the middle of the night, injured some guests, and smashed up the courtyard of the Taoist temple."

"Hurry up, or we'll have to call a hearse."

Xuan Chengzi put away his phone and looked at Zhang Jingfan on the ground, saying, "Didn't your Divine Intent Sect always say that there's no way forward in martial arts? Well, now you don't even have a way back."

"You'd better stay in prison from now on. I heard the prison food is quite nutritionally balanced these days."