The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

With Garuda King dead, the Turks will surely descend into civil war. The Holy Master Cangming will lose a powerful ally; all he can rely on now is...

Ugh.

Thinking of this, Shen Ruiqing couldn't help but sigh again.

If the Sword God hadn't been bewitched by the Holy Master Cangming, with so many of them working together, what would they have to fear even if the Holy Master Cangming and the Palace Master of the Holy Palace attacked together?

An Qingwan shook her head secretly.

It's not that simple.

The Cangming Saint Master and the Lord of the Holy Palace, who are in the open, are easy to deal with; it is the one hiding in the shadows who is truly troublesome.

The fact that the Holy Master Cangming went to find the Sword God made her even more certain that Xie Ji was not killed by the Holy Master Cangming.

If Xie Ji was harmed by the Holy Master Cangming, then the Holy Master Cangming would never have waited until now to find the Sword God. He should have found the Sword God long ago, lured the Sword God to Mirror Flower Water Moon Pavilion, then killed Xie Ji, lured her over, and then used the combined power of himself, the Sword God, and the Palace Master of the Holy Palace to send her on her way.

"If the person wasn't killed by the Holy Master Cangming, then it couldn't have been the Palace Master of the Holy Palace who was in contact with the Holy Master Cangming. So, the only four people on the list that King Garuda gave me are Sword God, Xu Chong of the Xu family of Huainan, Mr. Han Jing, and that mysterious Grandmaster from the Western Fire Luo Kingdom."

"But Garuda King's list is still limited. That list only suspects the person who lured Garuda King and stole the Grandmaster's corpse. If that person is not the same one who killed Xie Ji, then the Celestial Venerable is also worth suspecting."

An Qingwan secretly investigated the cold celadon glaze.

Is it possible that Leng Qingyou and Tianzun were putting on an act to deceive her?

hateful.

These people are really cunning.

An Qingwan really couldn't guess who it was.

But she realized that the Sword God's visit was an opportunity, a chance to fish for her.

An Qingwan wasn't exactly exceptionally clever; her most effective tactic was actually just one thing—fishing!

There's no way around it; this trick just works.

Since it works so well, there's no reason for her not to use it more.

"This battle has attracted a huge amount of attention. The person who stole the Grandmaster's corpse must have known about it long ago. He couldn't possibly have done nothing. I can use this battle to fish for fish, just like when I deliberately pretended to be injured to deceive Xue Lianxi and Feng Shangren when I sparred with Miaozhen."

"However... this person is a Grandmaster, and he may be right next to me. It will be much more difficult to deceive him than to deceive Xue Lianxi and Feng Shangren. If I am not careful, I may fall into his trap. So I must be careful and cautious. If it is not possible, then I will not do it."

After considering the matter carefully, An Qingwan immediately instructed Shen Ruiqing and the others to spread the news.

Next, she tried to get Shen Ruiqing and the others to leave.

"You don't need to worry about me. However, the Jinglun Heavenly Palace is currently under great pressure from the Nine Nether Holy Palace. Senior Shen, please send a challenge letter to the Palace Master of the Holy Palace, saying that after my duel with the Sword God, I will go and meet with the Palace Master of the Holy Palace!"

Shen Ruiqing and the others were reluctant to leave, but An Qingwan insisted repeatedly and was very stern, so they had no choice but to comply. They were indeed very worried that something might happen to Jinglun Heavenly Palace.

"In that case, I only need to wait for the Sword God to come to me."

An Qingwan deliberately left Mr. Han Jing and Leng Qingyou behind so that she could observe them up close.

She didn't tell anyone about her concerns.

Lan Xiaogu and Sikong Tingxue are not yet true Grandmasters, so we cannot involve them in this chaos.

Yu Miaozhen is indeed quite capable, but she is completely guileless. If you tell her your worries, she might not be able to hide her expression, thus alerting the person hiding in the shadows.

With everything prepared, An Qingwan went to the center of Taihu Lake again.

She waited for another three days.

October 4th.

West of Taihu Lake, outside the city of Suzhou.

The Sword God has appeared.

An Qingwan, the number one swordsman in the world in the 150th century [4]

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As soon as the Sword God appeared, everyone in the martial world who was paying attention to recent major events recognized him.

He walked alone on the road to Taihu Lake, and judging from his clothes, he looked quite like a down-on-his-luck beggar.

But the terrifying sword aura emanating from him made no one dare to underestimate him.

As he walked by the roadside, travelers sitting by the fireplace couldn't help but feel a chill to the bone, as if it were not early winter when the temperature was just beginning to drop, but midwinter with heavy snowfall.

"What terrifying sword intent! What has the Sword God been doing all these years since he disappeared?"

"A duel between two master swordsmen is a rare event that happens only once every few centuries, but now it has come at a very inopportune time."

"Yes, why now of all times? Seeing this scene, the Holy Master Cangming is probably already hiding in the shadows, preparing to make his move."

"The Mirror Flower Water Moon Dock and the Thirty-Six Islands have joined forces to block off Taihu Lake. As a result, we can't even go to see the excitement, which is a real pity."

Amidst gasps of surprise and sighs, the Sword God finally reached the shore of Taihu Lake.

The winter wind stirred up a few fine ripples.

All things have faded into oblivion.

Beside the reddish-brown woods, a three-story boat was moored, with white waterbirds flitting about and calling out in the distance.

"Senior Sword God, it's been many years. How have you been?"

The disciples of Mirror Flower Water Moon Dock stood by the boat, bowing with their hands clasped in greeting.

Ten years ago, he followed Xie Ji and the Sword God in hunting down the Cangming Saint Master.

At that time, his admiration for the Sword God was as high as a mountain and as long as a river.

He once believed that in the entire martial arts world, only the Sword God and the Lord of the Fortress Xie Ji could be considered true gentlemen.

However......

Who could have imagined that ten years later, when Master Xie Jiwu died a violent death and An Qingwan stood up to seek justice for him, the Sword God she revered would step forward to cause trouble?

The disciple of Mirror Flower Water Moon Pavilion was filled with mixed feelings, ten times more complex than those who follow celebrities upon hearing that their idols have fallen from grace.

The Sword God was not just an idol to him, but also a mentor who guided him in life.

Therefore, when he saw the old and frail sword god approaching him, he finally lost control of himself.

Even if it meant sacrificing his own life, he wanted to stop the Sword God from seeing An Qingwan.

A true sword god shouldn't be like this!

He took a step forward, but before he could say a word, he suddenly felt a tremendous force coming from his left, shoving him several meters away and causing him to fall into the lake with a splash.

This force comes from the Sword God.

It appears incredibly powerful, but it actually holds back a lot of its strength.

If the Sword God were to unleash his full power, he would have no chance of survival.

Since the Sword God held back, does that mean he hasn't completely gone mad?

The disciples of Mirror Flower Water Moon Pavilion who fell into the water were not angry at all, but were overjoyed.

He quickly surfaced, shouting joyfully, "Sword God Senior, you..."

His voice abruptly stopped, for the Sword God had already vanished without a trace.

He looked around and realized that the Sword God had already stepped on the water and headed straight for the center of the lake.

No one can stop the Sword God's determination.

If his senior, Shen Ruiqing, couldn't do it, then naturally he couldn't either.

His eyes suddenly darkened, as dark as the winter sky.

The center of the lake.

On a small island with a circumference of less than 100 feet.

This is An Qingwan's fourth day on the island.

There was no one else on the island except her.

Lan Xiaogu and the others are all on other nearby islands. This island, at this moment, belongs only to her.

She couldn't see anything.

But she could imagine how clear the cold lake water must be in winter, and how expansive the gentle waves stirred by the wind must be.

A gentle breeze stirs the waves, scattering them like stars across the river.

These four days.

An Qingwan wasn't just standing there dumbfounded.

She has been depicting this world that is both familiar and strange to her.

She wasn't originally a very patient person.

It was only after she went blind that she gradually learned to be calm and slow down to appreciate everything around her.

Blindness has brought many inconveniences to her life, but from another perspective, it has also allowed her to better nurture her "sword".

Like her personality, the sword was initially sharp, then gradually became smooth and versatile.

An Qingwan unconsciously recalled the day she sparred with the Dao Master on the Ba River.

"After all, the Dao Master did not attain the Dao through the sword. He can guide me to comprehend the Dao of the Grandmaster, but he is not enough to help me take a further step in the Dao of the sword."

"Although this sparring session with the Sword God was just fishing, it might give me a deeper understanding of swordsmanship."

Time goes by.

After a while, An Qingwan heard a strange sound from the waves.

She used the Emperor's Qi Observation Technique and indeed saw a sword aura as sharp as ice.

"The sword energy is fierce and unrestrained; the Sword God has indeed gone mad."

Faced with that terrifying sword aura, which resembled a raging storm, Shen Ruiqing was shaken to her core, but An Qingwan remained unmoved.

She is not a reef in the sea, but a mountain, an unshakeable mountain.

at last.

The swordsman stepped over the ripples and arrived at the withered grass on the small island.

The small island seemed to tremble at that moment, and huge waves suddenly rose all around, accompanied by muffled thunder that carried far and wide.

Even the heavens and earth trembled at the clash between An Qingwan and the Sword God.

But amidst all the wailing and howling, An Qingwan remained so still that not even the slightest movement of her clothes.

"You finally came."

The Sword God did not reply.

He has expended a great deal of energy walking all the way from the coast of the East China Sea to here.

At this point, he was no longer able to speak.

The sliver of clarity that had prevailed when she let Shen Ruiqing go had now become completely clouded.

His only response to An Qingwan was a sword, a sword he had abandoned on the shore of the East China Sea that had been with him for decades.

For swordsmen, the sword is the best form of communication.

My heart is the heart of the sword, and the heart of the sword is my heart.

The mind moves with the sword, and the sword moves with the mind.

The sword god drew his sword.

An Qingwan also drew the Heavenly Will Sword that Shen Ruiqing had given her.

The sword aura emanating from the Sword God had merged with heaven and earth, influencing them. The wind, the waves, and the wailing all seemed to become extensions of his sword aura at this moment.

He never used this move when facing Shen Ruiqing. If he had used it, Shen Ruiqing would have had no chance of survival.

This is an unparalleled and domineering move.

This is the Way of the Ocean that the Sword God comprehended after ten years of meditation on the shores of the East China Sea, drawing upon the wrath of the ocean.

This was the first time in ten years that he had used this tactic in front of others.

he can not.