I am Jinshan Youxia

Chapter 148 What kind of skill is it to bully children?

The next day, at Xingyun Manor, the couplets personally written by the emperor under the huge lintel were wiped clean.

A family with seven Jinshi (successful candidates in the highest imperial examinations), and three fathers and sons who achieved the third-highest rank in the imperial examinations.

Li Xunhuan gazed at the former Li Garden, now Xingyun Manor, lost in thought.

Dozens of martial arts monks and laypeople stood at the entrance. The middle-aged man at the head, dressed in fine clothes, stepped out and grabbed Li Xunhuan's wrist with an excited expression, saying, "Xunhuan, it really is you."

Tie Chuanjia stood behind with a cold face, not saying a word. His young master was good in every way, but he was infatuated with Lin Shiyin and wasted his life. It was really hard for him to have any good feelings towards Long Xiaoyun and Lin Shiyin.

Even though the other person was living in his own home and sleeping with his dream lover, Li Xunhuan was deeply moved and said in a trembling voice, "Brother..."

Over there, the brothers were reunited, their bond strong and deep. Standing to the side, a round-faced, round-eyed boy in a red cloak said in a condescending tone, "So you're Zhang Chengyi, the self-proclaimed Jinshan Knight?"

"Ha~ Ah," Zhang Chengyi yawned, looking sickly, "If there isn't a second one, then it should be me, right?"

The little boy said arrogantly, "All the respected elders of the martial world are here. Quickly present the Golden Silk Armor. If you kill that Plum Blossom Bandit in the future, you will be credited with this achievement."

The tone of his voice didn't sound like that of a child under ten years old.

"Yun'er!" Long Xiaoyun scolded, it was unclear whether he was scolding his son for putting his sworn brother's friend in a difficult position, or for asking for the Golden Silk Armor so directly. Then he said, "I have failed in my duty to raise my son, I hope Young Hero Zhang will forgive me."

That's what they said, but none of the martial arts practitioners blocking the entrance made way.

The brothers were so close that they wouldn't even let their own brother in through the gate, which, given that the garden originally belonged to someone else, made it all the more ridiculous.

Zhang Chengyi watched with a smile and said, "It's alright, this silly kid is quite interesting."

"What did you say!" The boy in the red cloak was furious, and he raised his hand and shot out several hidden arrows.

Among the martial arts practitioners who followed, any one of them could be touted as a renowned hero, yet they remained unmoved by this boy's willingness to take lives at the slightest provocation.

Even Long Xiaoyun, the father, only showed a shocked expression. As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father. Did he really not know what his son would do?

"Pfft!"

The hidden arrow returned in the same direction it was shot. The boy in the red cloak was hit in the shoulder, arm, and thigh. He froze for a second, felt the pain, and then cried out, "Father, Father, avenge me! Kill him for me! Kill him!"

As she spoke, she collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.

"Young Master Yun!" Several people stepped forward, and one of them fed the boy the medicine from the porcelain bottle. The hidden arrow was actually poisoned.

Taking the opportunity, Long Xiaoyun coldly said, "Don't you think you've been a bit too ruthless?"

"Huh?" Zhang Chengyi asked, looking puzzled. "Are you talking about me, or this little one?"

Long Xiaoyun's face darkened, and he could no longer suppress the killing intent in his heart.

"What kind of skill is it to bully children? You—" Suddenly, several people rushed out from the crowd and attacked Zhang Chengyi from both sides.

They were probably prepared in advance; their weapons, their positions of attack, and their attack points were all clearly arranged beforehand. But before the speaker could finish speaking, the young and old heroes who rushed out were already decapitated, their blood splattered on the spot.

The scene immediately fell silent.

The fact that he could kill several well-prepared martial arts masters was something that some of the people present thought they could do as well. But to kill them so cleanly and efficiently, without them even knowing how he did it, meant that he was definitely a master they couldn't possibly fight.

Long Xiaoyun's expression changed slightly. He composed himself, organizing his thoughts in an attempt to ease the tension.

If a direct conflict breaks out, given the opponent's swift swordsmanship, probably none of them will survive; their fate will depend entirely on Li Xunhuan's attitude.

"good."

Zhang Chengyi didn't give anyone a chance to speak first. He took a step forward, and the paving stones beneath his feet were shattered by the overflowing sword energy, sending fine powder flying everywhere.

“I never intended to bully a child, so—”

"Kneel down and you will not be killed."

His longsword was still slung at his waist, but he raised his sword finger and swept his cold gaze over everyone. His eyes, filled with ruthless sword intent, no longer needed to unleash sword energy to hurt people.

"Ah!" An unknown swordsman with hostility screamed, blood spurting from his eyes, and collapsed in the crowd, becoming a corpse before he could even breathe.

Sword intent is highly sensitive to hostility; the stronger the hostility, the easier it is to provoke a counterattack.

The first scream was just the beginning; in the blink of an eye, one after another, people screamed and fell to the ground dead.

"Kneel down if you don't want to die!" Li Xunhuan swiftly grabbed the boy in the red cloak and stood in front of his elder brother Long Xiaoyun to shield him from the sword intent, shouting loudly.

He had seen the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and knew that sword intent possessed a spirit. Once the ruthless sword intent was triggered, the attack came from within the body; it was his own consciousness and body that had betrayed him. If the hostility could not be eliminated, the best way was to submit.

Kneeling is merely a facade. If one's consciousness has already yielded and one's body has also knelt down, the sword intent will naturally not take their lives.

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so survivors knelt down one after another.

"A bunch of useless trash."

Zhang Chengyi restrained his sword intent. He called this move a master's appraiser. If one's own will is not firm enough and one is easily influenced by sword intent, then one cannot be considered a master. He also did not maintain it for a long time. Even Tie Chuanjia was able to remain in motion for a quarter of an hour under the distant gaze of sword intent.

In the first encounter, some of these people died, and those who survived succumbed to the merciless sword intent.

For a specific outcome, refer to Jian Chen, who was controlled by sword intent. It also incorporates the influence of the inner demons of the Tianlong world on the body and the spiritual realm of that world.

Even if Zhang Chengyi asked them to commit suicide on the spot, not one of them could refuse.

They might even find it sweet, as their bodies are instinctively controlled by the sword intent, and they experience immense pleasure in suicide. If they disobey, they will lose all pleasure and become extremely painful.

To avoid being controlled by sword intent, one must resist it from the very beginning; to succumb to it is tantamount to falling into evil.

Zhang Chengyi collectively referred to such people as "sword slaves."

In fact, he had used this trick on Lin Xian'er yesterday, but that woman was vicious, wanton, and twisted, yet her will was strong enough that she could even sense danger and death and stop.

"How about we give you face and let this go?" Li Xunhuan said, holding a throwing knife in his hand, unaware of what had become of the survivors.

He had neglected his martial arts for ten years. Although his skills were still among the top in the martial arts world, they were not as good as they used to be. Moreover, he had encountered an unprecedented master.

This expert is nearing the end of his life and is acting recklessly. He is not confident that he can defeat the enemy after Little Li's Flying Dagger is used.

"Heh~" Zhang Chengyi laughed in a way that puzzled Li Xunhuan, then said, "Of course I'll give you face as the number one swordsman in the world."

"Let's go. I think the meal should be ready by now, Master Long?"

Chapter 149 Dead Chess

Two weeks later.

"You have offended the entire martial arts world."

Li Xunhuan sat across the table and spoke in a narrative tone.

This is not an exaggeration. People in the underworld are often connected. Lone wolves are rare, and those who make a name for themselves are mostly those with complex and intertwined relationships.

Because the martial arts figures who flocked to Xingyun Manor were either dead or enslaved on the very first day they arrived.

Then came the story of the Calabash Brothers rescuing their grandfather. Those who sought revenge either died or were enslaved along with them. Those who tried to rescue their relatives and friends were betrayed by those relatives and friends who had become sword slaves.

For half a month, the entire martial arts world was drawn to the small Xingyun Manor, and countless masters perished there.

Even among the top masters listed on the weapon ranking list, there are quite a few who come to challenge Li Xunhuan, who has returned to the martial arts world, with his Twin Spears of Swallow Flying, Judge's Pen Soaring Through the Sky, Green Demon Hand Yi Ku, Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies Zhuge Gang, Snake Whip Ximen Rou, Silver Halberd Wenhou Lü Fengxian, and Songyang Iron Sword Guo Songyang...

It can be said that apart from the top three—Little Li Flying Dagger, Dragon and Phoenix Rings, and Heavenly Mystery Old Man—all the masters of the weapon ranking active in the martial arts world have been wiped out.

Whether they were invited, came because of its reputation, or had other purposes, Xingyun Manor seemed like a bottomless swamp, where anyone who came would be mercilessly swallowed up.

In a one-on-one fight, no one could even withstand three moves. Faced with the oppressive power of the ruthless sword intent, Guo Songyang's martial arts had reached a new level in the face of life and death. Even Li Xunhuan believed that the Songyang Iron Sword, which had broken through in that battle, made him one of the top masters of the time.

But after Zhang Chengyi raised an eyebrow in slight surprise and drew his sword, Guo Songyang still fell to the ground on the spot, just like everyone else.

They will not die. Without exception, all the masters who could withstand the sword intent have had their martial arts crippled and stuffed into the Cold Fragrance Pavilion, each with a copy of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

It's hard for Li Xunhuan to say whether this is good or bad.

Aside from the weapon rankings, all the demonic masters are the same: the Five Poison Child seeking revenge for his disciple, and the Great Joyful Bodhisattva seeking revenge for her adopted son, the Five Poison Child…

The first time Li Xunhuan saw Zhang Chengyi truly unleash his sword intent and sword energy, using the Nineteenth Sword Technique of the Holy Spirit Swordplay, was on the colossal, beast-like Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva.

With a light, effortless strike, the fatty flesh that could have gripped the steel slipped away like tofu. The sword energy not only crippled the Great Joyful Bodhisattva's internal strength but also rendered her external martial arts useless in an instant.

Such unbridled behavior naturally offended the entire martial arts world.

"Oh." Zhang Chengyi lay on the fur-padded chair, looking somewhat drowsy. "Is there anything else?"

Several sword slaves knelt on each side. With a wave of his hand, one of them offered him warm water with honey.

He has already passed through his most difficult time. When he first entered the martial world, he was limited by the damage that sword intent caused to his body and could not fight for long periods of time. At that time, he was the most vulnerable. If he was surrounded by too many people, he might be killed by the sword intent.

However, with the sword slave by his side, he only needs to maintain a minimum level of sword intent to be able to activate the sword slave's power to transform into sword energy and sword intent to fight the enemy.

Sword slaves, sword slaves, are naturally enslaved in every way.

The original Holy Spirit Sword Technique in the world of Fengyun was far from being so demonic. It was purely a 'mental demon' created by Wuyazi in the world of Tianlong, which inspired Zhang Chengyi to create a strange ability by repeatedly trying to create bodies at will through the main god's light sphere.

He had completely turned the Holy Spirit Sword Technique into a demonic art that harmed others for his own benefit.

Looking at the sword servant who was delighted to offer the sword master a cup of water, Li Xunhuan felt a pang of sympathy for the fallen. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "Why didn't you attack me?"

He didn't think his martial arts skills were something the other party should be wary of.

Li Xunhuan's flying daggers never miss, but just as he wasn't very confident even when facing the Great Joyful Bodhisattva alone, Zhang Chengyi could shred the flying daggers simply by relying on the sword energy surrounding him when he unleashed his sword intent. No matter how accurate the flying dagger was, it was useless.

Putting aside his martial arts skills, he was no different from the other masters in the garden.

"It's nothing." Zhang Chengyi's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his voice was weak and feeble, not at all like a villain that everyone in the martial arts world wanted to kill. "I'm just happy."

Is that enough?

"Isn't that enough?"

Zhang Chengyi opened his half-closed eyes, flicked his finger, and the Ruthless Sword Intent drew most of its power from the sword slave's body, transforming it into a sword aura.

"laugh!"

"Ding!"

The swordsman, who had silently slipped into the hall, drew his sword to block the sword energy. The sword was thin and sharp, crude and simple, yet it only left a mark on the blade under the sword energy that could easily cut through fine steel.

The swordsman was tall and thin, with three scars on his face. A hint of surprise appeared in his deathly gray eyes, and blood was streaming from the tiger's mouth of his right hand holding the sword.

Everyone knows he is a left-handed swordsman, but few know that his right-handed swordsmanship is faster than his left-handed swordsmanship.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Chengyi merely flicked his finger, forcing him to draw his sword with his right hand.

The gap is too big.

"Jing Wuming!"