Ten Thousand Sword Masters

After sighing for a moment, Zhong Yang took a few steps forward to see who was the person who had gained enlightenment in front of the cross.

Looking at him from the side, Zhong Yang was surprised. Wasn't this the young man who destroyed the Burial Sword Valley that day? He never expected to meet him here.

Zhong Yang wanted to approach the young man to get to know him, but the young man was in a state of enlightenment, so he didn't want to disturb him.

After everyone descended the mountain, they went to the Lin family to collect their money and then dispersed, except for Zhong Yang, who stayed at the Lin family.

After everyone left, he subtly told Lin Youzhi that it would take some time for Lin Weizhen's consciousness to return to her body. Lin Youzhi understood Zhong Yang's implied meaning and knew that Zhong Yang had obtained a method to bring Lin Weizhen's consciousness back to her body. He didn't reveal it but let Zhong Yang stay and treated him to good wine and food.

The Lin family mansion is very large. Originally, there was a study next to Lin Weizhen's room, but now it has been vacated and furnished with fine beds and chairs for Zhong Yang to live in.

Initially, Zhong Yang was against it, believing that there was no need to be so close to Lin Weizhen, but Lin Youzhi insisted, believing that it would help Lin Weizhen recover sooner, so Zhong Yang had no choice but to give up.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhong Yang made progress in his research on the Nine Heavens Suppressing Fate Technique. Today, as usual, after reviewing the Nine Heavens Suppressing Fate Technique and checking Lin Weizhen's condition, Zhong Yang left the Lin family residence and headed along the Yanmian River.

Dazu City, the Jiang family.

"Miss, Miss, this is the latest monthly review." A maidservant excitedly ran into Jiang Xianxian's room with a booklet in hand.

Jiang Xianxian, who was idly copying calligraphy and paintings, heard the maid's voice, put down her brush with delight, and immediately picked up the manual.

"I wonder which figures Mr. Wenyou reviewed this month?" Jiang Xianxian excitedly flipped through the handbook.

The Wen You she mentioned was a renowned figure in Dazu City who would participate in the monthly review at the beginning of each month, commenting on people from all over the world, but mostly from Dazu City.

Wen You's monthly critiques enjoyed great influence in Dazu City, attracting a large following from high-ranking officials to ordinary citizens.

Jiang Xianxian, a reader who was engrossed in the book, sometimes exclaimed in admiration and sometimes sighed with admiration. Suddenly, she stood up abruptly and slammed the booklet to the ground.

Beside her, the maid who had been reading the manual was terrified, not knowing what had happened.

"What's wrong with Mr. Wen You? Is he confused? How could that scoundrel Zhong Yang be featured in the Monthly Review?" Jiang Xianxian was furious.

This wasn't the first time the maid had heard the name Zhong Yang. Ever since Jiang Xianxian returned from the Five Grains Cult, she had cursed this name almost every day.

The maid carefully picked up the manual and began to read it. Sure enough, the name Zhongyang was written on it.

"Fifth Monthly Review: A Strange Tale in Leli. In the Lin family of Leli County, there was a daughter named Weizhen, whose beauty rivaled even the moon rose. Recently, Lin Weizhen was abducted by a demonic beast to the depths of an underground palace. Zhong Yang, a remarkable man from Leli County, the master of Kaitian Valley, and the venerable leader of the Nanjiang Sect, led hundreds of people from three sects—the Chiyu Sect of Wuzi County, the Jinglei Sect of Huoyun County, and the Kuanghu Sect of Rongshan County—to storm Dianyun Mountain, break through the underground palace, slay over a hundred demonic beasts, clear Dianyun Mountain, and rescue the Lin family's daughter. Zhong Yang, though only sixteen years old, possesses a spirit that overwhelms mountains and rivers, and the courage to defeat three armies; he is truly a hero among ten thousand."

The maid read with great interest, her expression animated, and muttered under her breath, "Zhong Yang is only a year older than me, and he's already this amazing."

Enraged, Jiang Xianxian snatched the handbook from the maid and glared at her fiercely upon hearing her words.

The maid was terrified, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Jiang Xianxian couldn't bear it, and her expression softened. "Didn't I tell you? Zhong Yang is a murderous fiend who ruined my chance to join the Five Grains Cult. He's my mortal enemy, and you should hate him too."

The maidservant nodded hurriedly, "Zhong Yang is a terrible person, I hate him."

Recently, many self-proclaimed heroes have come to visit Kaitian Valley. Guan He received them all. These people always asked about Zhong Yang and wanted to meet him, but Guan He declined each time, saying that Zhong Yang was out of town.

The number of young men voluntarily joining the Nanjiang Sect had suddenly increased, all coming voluntarily. Coupled with the visits from heroes, Guan He's heart sank. He wondered if someone was setting a trap for the Nanjiang Sect, plotting some kind of conspiracy. Guan He organized the newcomers together, but didn't immediately recruit them into the sect. Instead, he waited for Zhong Yang's return to make a decision.

Zhongyang was traveling along the Yanmian River when a gentle breeze rustled the leaves on both banks. Occasionally, painted boats would pass by on the river, and the women on board, upon seeing Zhongyang walking alone on the shore, would call out and wave, their expressions suggestive of flirtation.

Whenever this happened, Zhong Yang would smile at the women on the boat. The boat was very close to the shore, and the women became even more unrestrained when they saw Zhong Yang's smile.

As the painted boat sailed away, the words "Young man, come aboard" still drifted on the air. To be honest, looking at those beautiful women, although most of them were just plain pretty faces, there were so many of them that Zhong Yang couldn't help but glance at them a few more times, and a lustful fire rose in his heart.

After walking a few steps, a grove of trees appeared ahead, their towering branches blocking out the sun. In the shadows, a figure could be seen moving about.

Zhong Yang stopped, glanced at the scene, and saw that it was a person practicing sword moves.

Upon approaching, Zhong Yang discovered that the person practicing swordsmanship was a bald monk.

In my memory, monks mostly practice fist and staff kung fu, and few use swords, but judging from the monk's stance, his swordsmanship is probably quite good.

Zhong Yang recalled his battle with Chou Jianyou, where he was mocked for not knowing how to use a sword. He also remembered the Twelve Chaotic Swords left behind by Lei Zhending, which he hadn't practiced yet.

Leaves fell all around, but the monk remained unaffected, wielding his sword as if it were an extension of his arm. Leaves landed on his head, eventually sliding onto his sword, where they were deflected, tracing perfect arcs as they landed.

With a clear whistle, the leaves fell, and the monk stopped his practice and stopped his sword.

Zhong Yang was delighted and took small steps forward, wanting to get to know the monk. The monk twisted his body, didn't even look at Zhong Yang, and with a leap, jumped between the trees and gradually disappeared into the distance.

If one were to summon a wind eagle to chase after it, it would catch up instantly, but it would only incite the monk's resentment.

Zhong Yang remained where he was, stamping his feet and sighing.

Then, recalling the monk's sword moves from before, he broke off a tree branch and began to practice them.

As darkness fell, the tree branch was discarded, leaving behind a lingering sense of wonder.

Upon returning to the Lin residence, a servant came running quickly.

"My lord, you've finally arrived. My master has been waiting for you for a long time." Xiao Si greeted Zhong Yang as they entered the Lin family's main hall.

When Lin Youzhi saw Zhong Yang return, he immediately ordered his servants to prepare a feast.

During the meal, Zhong Yang saw a stranger, a young man with a round face and small eyes, who looked somewhat presentable.

"Your Excellency, this is my nephew, Tang Xia, from Changshan County. He has come specifically to visit Wei Zhen," Lin Youzhi introduced to Zhong Yang, then gestured for Tang Xia to greet Zhong Yang.

Previously, Lin Youzhi had told Tang Xia that he should show respect to Zhong Yang as an elder. Tang Xia agreed verbally, but was inwardly resentful. "A mere brat, daring me to perform such a grand ceremony?"

Tang Xia did not react, and Lin Youzhi frowned. Just then, Tang Xia spoke.

"I've always wondered how the young leader of the Nanjiang Sect managed to rescue my cousin Weizhen from that demonic cultivator. Now that I've met him in person, I understand."

I like the Ten Thousand Swords Master.