Chapter 186 Sword Light Passes Through the Blood Spring (10,000 Words Update Please Subscribe)

Chapter 186: Sword Light Slashes, Blood Springs Emerge (Ten Thousand Word Update, Please Subscribe)

Inside Pingyang Marquis Manor, gongs and drums resounded, and the clamor echoed endlessly.

An Jing, led by a servant, arrived at the main wedding banquet hall. At this time, the hall was packed with people. On the left were high-ranking officials and nobles from the Imperial Court, and on the right were wealthy merchants and influential figures from the Jianghu.

Qiu Heng, beaming with joy, stood in the center, greeting the arriving guests.

When An Jing walked in, he attracted the attention of many.

“Look quickly, the Ghost Swordsman is here.”

“I didn’t expect him to actually come. Is he here to challenge Lin Yiyang?”

“It’s truly possible. Didn’t rumors say he was preparing to challenge Lin Yiyang but was instead ridiculed and mocked by him?”

“I wonder who will be superior between the two of them.”

Many Jianghu members whispered among themselves.

The duel between the Ghost Swordsman and Lin Yiyang in the Great Yan Jianghu had been a hot topic recently, and many people were eagerly anticipating the competition between these two Swordsmen.

“Ghost Swordsman!?”

When Dai Ling saw the black-robed man walk in, a spark of fire appeared in her cold eyes.

One could say that her greatest motivation now was to catch up to the Ghost Swordsman.

Ling Yuanjing and He Chen, who had just sat down, both looked sideways, then exchanged glances and let out a bitter laugh.

Before, the two of them still had the courage to fight the Ghost Swordsman, but ever since Old Man Qingfeng was killed by the Ghost Swordsman, they no longer even had the courage to make a move.

Their strengths were no longer on the same level.

“Lord Gao, who is that person? Do you know?”

Minister of Rites Zhu Yongfang asked with a hint of curiosity.

The surrounding civil and military officials all looked at the middle-aged man with curiosity.

Who exactly was this person, to cause all the Jianghu masters nearby to fall silent, especially the two Peak Lords of Zhenyi Sect, whose expressions changed?

This middle-aged man had a resolute Face, calm as still water. His loose black robes could not conceal his tall and robust figure; he was clearly a martial artist.

He was none other than Gao Sheng, the Chief of the Imperial Guards and Thousand-Mile Arrow.

His feat of shooting down the Wall-Vaulting Monkey with an arrow from several miles away had made him famous in the Jianghu.

Gao Sheng glanced over, then said, “His Face is covered by a black robe, and there’s no Qi leaking from him. He should be the Ghost Swordsman, who has recently become very famous in the Jianghu.”

“I heard that the Ghost Swordsman has a very close personal relationship with Jiang Sanjia. Minister Zhu, you should be careful.”

Speaking of this, Gao Sheng glanced at Zhu Yongfang.

Minister of Rites Zhu Yongfang was the one who had impeached Jiang Sanjia back then.

Zhu Yongfang felt a chill in his heart, but his expression remained calm as he said, “No matter how powerful, he’s still just a Jianghu ruffian. Under the tide of events, he can only cower and hide.”

Other officials nearby also nodded. As high-ranking power holders of Great Yan, when would it be their turn to be threatened by these ruffians?

Gao Sheng smiled, but said nothing.

If it were an ordinary Jianghu ruffian, they naturally wouldn’t need to care, and they wouldn’t have such audacity. But for a master of the Ghost Swordsman’s Realm, it was different.

“Your Excellency, please take a seat wherever you like.”

Marquis of Pingyang’s expression was quite calm, he said faintly.

“Alright.”

An Jing cupped his hands and casually found a seat.

All around him were masters long famous in the Jianghu, some he knew, and many he didn’t.

“Your Excellency.”

Just as An Jing sat down, an old voice suddenly rang out.

The speaker was an old man in blue, accompanied by a sweet-looking, gentle and charming young girl.

An Jing smiled faintly, stood up, and cupped his fists, saying, “Sect Leader Jia, greetings.”

The person who arrived was none other than Jia Shiwu, the Sect Leader of Four Symbols Gate.

Jia Shiwu said softly, “Your Excellency’s Aptitude is something this old man has never seen before. To Cultivate my Four Symbols Sword Art to Perfection in just one day is truly rare.”

The Four Symbols Sword Art was a Heaven-Martial level martial art, and to Cultivate it to Perfection, only the Four Symbols Sword Ancestor had ever achieved it.

Jia Shiwu’s words were naturally a ‘complaint’ about An Jing taking away the Four Symbols Sword Ancestor’s sword inscription.

Jia Meixian, on the other hand, looked at the Swordsman who had recently risen to prominence, with a hint of curiosity.

It could be said that no master in the Jianghu was not curious about the Face beneath the Ghost Swordsman’s black robe.

Moreover, back at Four Symbols Gate, when Lin Tianhai was about to harm her, it was this Ghost Swordsman who saved her. In Jia Shiwu’s eyes, the Ghost Swordsman was a ‘thief,’ but in Jia Meixian’s eyes, the Ghost Swordsman was her savior.

An Jing smiled faintly and said, “Sect Leader Jia, you flatter me. The Four Symbols Sword Art’s power is unfathomable. Even Grandmaster Lin Tianhai couldn’t block that one sword, which shows its extraordinary nature.”

“This item was obtained by me by chance, and now it can be considered returned to its rightful owner.”

Saying this, An Jing took out the sword inscription from his怀 and handed it to Jia Shiwu.

Jia Shiwu’s eyes lit up as he took the sword inscription.

The Four Symbols Sword Ancestor’s true legacy sword inscription had never been discovered by the Four Symbols Gate members; otherwise, how could An Jing have taken advantage of it?

“Good, thank you, Your Excellency.”

Jia Shiwu silently put away the Four Symbols Sword inscription. As the saying goes, it’s better to resolve enmity than to create it, so he naturally didn’t want to antagonize the Ghost Swordsman before him.

Firstly, the Ghost Swordsman had returned the sword inscription to him, and he had indeed saved Jia Meixian at Four Symbols Gate. Secondly, he truly had no way to deal with him.

“The Crown Prince’s Grand Tutor has arrived.”

Just then, a clear shout rang out.

The entire Pingyang Marquis Manor fell silent.

The Grand Tutor was one of the Crown Prince’s three teachers, naturally representing the current Crown Prince.

As the voice fell, Bai Jing, dressed in a goose-yellow palace gown, slowly walked in.

“Grand Tutor, please.”

Qiu Heng stepped forward a few paces, laughing loudly.

“Marquis of Pingyang, you are too kind.”

Bai Jing cupped her hands and found a seat.

Not long after Bai Jing sat down, Minister of Public Works Yue Tingchen also arrived.

If Bai Jing represented the Crown Prince’s faction, then Yue Tingchen naturally belonged to the Second Prince’s faction.

Although neither of them attended in person, they both sent their core confidants, which was considered giving enough Face to the Marquis of Pingyang.

Marquis Wu Wang Shiyi, Marquis Pingding, and others, being far away at the border, sent their congratulatory gifts even though they couldn’t attend.

“Zuo Biwen, Valley Master of Youfeng Valley, has arrived.”

Another announcement rang out, and Zuo Biwen, dressed in purple, walked in with his son, Zuo Zixin.

“Congratulations, Brother Qiu.”

“Please come in, please come in.”

Zuo Biwen nodded, then saw An Jing sitting in a corner and quickly walked over.

“Your Excellency is the Ghost Swordsman who has recently become so famous, aren’t you?”

An Jing nodded and smiled, “Greetings, Valley Master Zuo.”

Zuo Biwen waved his hands repeatedly and said earnestly, “No need to be polite. Your Excellency saved my niece. For me, Zuo Biwen, and for the Zuo Family, you have bestowed a great kindness. If Your Excellency ever needs anything in the future, I, Zuo, will do my utmost and never decline.”

The Zuo Family was a family of wealth and influence, a lineage of scholars and officials. Originally, when Zuo Biwen was young, the Zuo Family hoped he would pass the imperial examinations and become an official. However, Zuo Biwen yearned for the chivalrous spirit of the Jianghu and a free-spirited life. He later joined Youfeng Valley to learn martial arts, eventually becoming its Valley Master.

Zuo Biwen valued loyalty and righteousness greatly, and he had a wide circle of friends in the Jianghu, enjoying a very high reputation.

An Jing smiled, but said nothing.

His rescue of Princess Anle back then was also a fortunate coincidence. If not for Qi Shu’s encounter in the dilapidated temple, the subsequent events might not have happened at all.

“Noble Consort Rong has arrived!”

“Lord Ming has arrived!”

Two more clear voices rang out, and everyone present looked over.

Noble Consort Rong!?

An Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked towards the entrance.

The first to walk in was a woman. She appeared to be in her thirties, with gracefully curved eyebrows, a small, slightly upturned nose, and a Face like white jade, radiant as the morning sun.

Her appearance bore a five-tenths resemblance to Mu Xiaoyun, but she possessed a different charm.

Her skin was like congealed cream, her aura like a secluded orchid, and her delicate beauty was captivating.

Behind the woman was an old eunuch in a python robe. The old eunuch’s expression was as indifferent as water, and his eyebrows were white. Even standing behind the beautiful woman, he seemed to attract more attention.

These two were Noble Consort Rong Mu Xiaowan and the Human Emperor’s Chief Eunuch, White-browed Eunuch.

Mu Xiaowan’s appearance astonished many. Among the women present, only Dai Ling could surpass her in beauty, but Mu Xiaowan also possessed a mature, alluring charm that men found irresistible.

However, more gazes were fixed on the White-browed Eunuch.

To be the eunuch who managed the imperial jade seal for the Human Emperor and was called 'Adoptive Father'—how extraordinary was his status and position?

It could be said that this White-browed Eunuch was the stabilizing force within the imperial palace. Even the current Crown Prince and Second Prince had to treat him with utmost respect.

Whether they were princes and ministers of the Imperial Court or masters of the Jianghu, everyone stood up.

Noble Consort Rong said with a smile, “Congratulations, Lord Qiu.”

“Noble Consort Empress, Lord Ming, please take your seats quickly,” Marquis of Pingyang Qiu Heng said with a smile.

Mu Xiaowan had a special status, representing the Imperial Family, so her seating arrangement was also different.

Master!

An Jing glanced at the White-browed Eunuch, thinking to himself.

The White-browed Eunuch’s Qi was not completely restrained, so the top Jianghu masters present could still sense a faint, almost imperceptible pressure from him.

He was definitely a top Grandmaster, at least a Three-Qi Grandmaster, and possibly even a Four-Qi Grandmaster.

However, An Jing only glanced at him, then looked back at Mu Xiaowan.

Jiang Sanjia’s death was largely due to this woman.

Otherwise, even if Jiang Sanjia’s Lifespan and vital essence were largely depleted, he could have lived for at least a few more years.

“Hmm!?”

Mu Xiaowan glanced around, then her eyes met An Jing’s.

“This Consort does not like your gaze.”

A clear voice rang out, carrying a hint of coldness, nobility, and arrogance.

Instantly, many people looked over.

An Jing remained seated at the table and said, “Perhaps Your Ladyship’s gaze is different from others.”

Mu Xiaowan asked, “How is it different?”

An Jing smiled faintly, “Your Ladyship has a gaze that looks down on people, different from others.”

The originally lively atmosphere instantly quieted down, with some people even pausing their movements.

When had Mu Xiaowan ever been insulted like this in public?

Her expression changed rapidly, though she quickly regained her composure, her heart grew even colder.

“Presumptuous!”

Ling Yuanjing suddenly shouted, “Do you know who is before you? You are insulting the Great Yan Imperial Family.”

An Jing said calmly, “Peak Lord Ling, why are you so eager to step out and defend her? Could it be that you and Noble Consort Empress have some unspeakable secret?”

Ling Yuanjing’s heart trembled, but his expression remained unchanged. He sneered, “You are too bold. Slandering me, Ling Yuanjing, is one thing, but to use foul language against Noble Consort Empress, you are showing contempt for the Great Yan Imperial Family and for the current Human Emperor.”

Ling Yuanjing repeatedly invoked the Imperial Family, as if to directly pit An Jing against the Human Emperor.

This was Yu Prefecture. If the accusation were truly confirmed, even if the Black Flood Dragon was a master comparable to a Three-Qi Grandmaster, it would likely be very difficult for him to leave this Great Yan capital today.

Marquis of Pingyang’s brows were tightly furrowed at this moment, not expecting such an unexpected turn of events today.

Zhenyi Sect had launched an attack on the Ghost Swordsman first.

The White-browed Eunuch said faintly from the side, “Although Your Excellency saved Princess Anle, you still need to be careful with your words. After all, many misfortunes in this world come from the mouth.”

No matter what, Mu Xiaowan was representing the Imperial Family today, and if she were humiliated, the Imperial Family's Face would also suffer.

An Jing heard this and slowly stood up.

What was he going to do?

Everyone looked over, curious in their hearts, wondering if he was going to bow and admit his mistake?

An Jing looked at the White-browed Eunuch and said indifferently, "My mouth is on my own body. Do I need you to teach me how to speak?"

Whoosh!

As soon as his words fell, they immediately caused a huge stir in everyone's hearts.

After all, no one expected the Ghost Swordsman to speak so bluntly and refute the Imperial Family's pillar of strength.

"Those who are too rigid break easily, while those who are flexible never fail."

Dai Danshu muttered to himself as he saw this.

Dai Ling also frowned, her eyes fixed on the upright Swordsman.

Ling Yuanjing, however, showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth; it was clear his goal had been achieved.

"Rumble!" "Rumble!"

The next moment, the originally clear sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds, completely obscuring the sun.

From within, the faint sounds of Dragon roars and tiger growls echoed continuously.

Mysterious Beast Black Flood Dragon!

The White-browed Eunuch looked at the Ghost Swordsman, recalling Zhao Xuening's words: there was a mysterious Grandmaster expert beside the Ghost Swordsman, and Qi Shu couldn't even withstand three punches.

To act as a sword for Mu Xiaowan and Zhenyi Sect today and offend the Grandmaster expert behind the Ghost Swordsman was indeed unwise.

The White-browed Eunuch's silence immediately startled all the experts present.

The Marquis of Pingyang quickly said, "Noble Consort, be magnanimous. Why dwell on such trivial matters? Please, take your seat first."

"Very well, for the Marquis of Pingyang's Face, this Princess will not pursue the matter."

Mu Xiaowan nodded and walked towards her seat.

The originally tense, complex, and subtle atmosphere suddenly changed.

This left many people quite bewildered.

Why did that White-browed Eunuch suddenly fall silent for a moment?

Was it because of the Mysterious Beast Black Flood Dragon in the sky?

An Jing's expression remained calm and composed, but if one looked closely at his cuff, he was holding an ancient jade.

Qiu Lun also hurried over and whispered, "Big Brother, Big Brother, today is my big day, you must give me some Face!"

He never expected that in the blink of an eye, his 'Big Brother' would confront the Emperor's Chief Eunuch.

An Jing patted Qiu Lun's shoulder, "Don't worry, your wedding today will definitely not have any problems."

Qiu Lun chuckled twice. If there really were no problems, then that would be trouble.

"Black Robe Guard Lord Tang arrives."

"Yuheng Sword Sect Sect Master Lin arrives."

At this moment, two more voices sounded from outside the door.

Immediately, many people turned their heads to look.

They saw Tang Taiyuan and Lin Yiyang walking in side by side.

The six characters 'Commander of the Black Robe Guard' alone were enough to make people tremble.

The sharpest blade of the Emperor.

Moreover, in the Imperial Court, Tang Taiyuan also held a very high position, belonging to the Emperor's absolute confidants and one of his most trusted individuals.

Lin Yiyang was one of the most prominent Sword Immortals of the day, especially after his battle with Bodhisattva Puhui, where he had stated he would reach the Sixth Realm within three years.

This further elevated his prestige, making him as famous as the sun in the sky. If Lou Xiangzhen hadn't suddenly emerged, many would have already ranked him among The World's Number One Swordsman.

And Lin Yiyang's appearance made many people look towards An Jing again.

In recent years, rumors circulated in the Jianghu that the Ghost Swordsman challenged Lin Yiyang, and the two were preparing to contend for The World's Number One Swordsman. Now, the two finally met.

To many people's disappointment, the two Swordsmen did not seem to have a feeling of being at loggerheads.

Lin Yiyang, accompanied by his sword attendant Qiu Wanxia, sat down in his seat with indifferent eyes, not even looking at An Jing who was sitting in the distance.

Aside from cupping his fists to Qiu Heng, he didn't acknowledge anyone else.

An Jing's gaze, however, was mostly fixed on Tang Taiyuan.

The black-clad old man had his Qi completely restrained, appearing like an ordinary person.

But everyone in the Jianghu present knew his capabilities, and no one dared to truly treat him as an ordinary person.

Suddenly, the Pingyang Marquis Manor's butler hurried in and whispered a few words into Qiu Heng's ear.

Qiu Heng said indifferently, "Since he's here, let him in."

"Yes."

The butler finished speaking and walked towards the door. Not long after, a clear shout rang out.

"Demonic Cult Human Sect Leader Li Fuzhou arrives."

Boom!

This sound immediately stirred up a thousand waves.

Li Fuzhou of the Demonic Cult came!?

Both Imperial Court officials and Jianghu experts were greatly shocked.

People from the Demonic Cult dared to come to Yu Jing City!?

Not long after the sound faded, Li Fuzhou walked in under the watchful eyes of all, his expression unrestrained and with a hint of indifference.

Behind him was Tan Yun, looking honest and dutiful.

Tang Taiyuan looked at Tan Yun, as if he remembered something, and a fleeting gleam appeared in his eyes.

"Brother Qiu, long time no see."

Li Fuzhou cupped his hands at Qiu Heng.

Qiu Heng replied, "Long time no see."

Li Fuzhou glanced around, then looked at Tang Taiyuan, who was seated high up, "Lord Tang, how have you been recently?"

"Very well."

Tang Taiyuan's words were concise, as if he treasured every word.

Li Fuzhou nodded and smiled, "Lord Tang is doing well, which makes my heart very uncomfortable."

"I have a way to free you."

"What way?"

"Death."

When Tang Taiyuan said this, the Killing Intent in his eyes was almost at its peak, without any concealment.

Others might not have felt it, but Tan Yun, standing beside Li Fuzhou, felt a chill run down her spine, as if thorns were on her back.

If the atmosphere between the Ghost Swordsman and Mu Xiaowan earlier could be considered subtle, then the tension between these two was now like an arrow on a taut bowstring, ready to be loosed, even wishing to draw swords immediately and decide life or death.

An Jing frowned slightly. Tang Taiyuan's Cultivation was extremely high, seemingly even above Feng Lingyue's. Even if Li Fuzhou had entered the Grandmaster Realm at this moment, he couldn't be his opponent.

Li Fuzhou laughed heartily at Tang Taiyuan, then looked at him and said calmly, "Three days from now, at Eight Zhang Platform, Li Fuzhou invites Commander Tang to come and die."

His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed in everyone's ears.

Everyone's eyes showed a hint of surprise. Was Li Fuzhou seeking death? How could he be Tang Taiyuan's opponent with his strength?

Tang Taiyuan's expression was as calm as water, and he said, "What courage, worthy of Li Fuzhou. Then prepare the coffin."

Others didn't know the purpose of Li Fuzhou's visit today, but he knew clearly: it was to deliver a challenge.

Li Fuzhou was unwilling to continue bickering with Tang Taiyuan, so he walked down and sat beside An Jing. "I should have known you had an invitation, then I would have come with you, saving me from waiting so long outside."

An Jing raised an eyebrow and remained silent.

Li Fuzhou came to Yu Jing City to challenge Tang Taiyuan?

Li Fuzhou didn't seem like someone seeking death.

And was he really not afraid of the Imperial Court experts ganging up on him and taking his head?

Tan Yun, on the other hand, winked at An Jing, then quickly lowered her head, afraid that Li Fuzhou would see.

The successive arrival of experts made the scene unusually complex and subtle, with various forces having more or less friction.

Qiu Heng, however, frowned tightly.

The people he was waiting for hadn't arrived, but those who shouldn't have appeared were showing up one after another.

"Marquis, it's the auspicious hour."

Just then, the Pingyang Marquis Manor's butler said.

Qiu Heng nodded, "Then let's begin."

The butler heard this and shouted, "The auspicious hour has arrived!"

Immediately, the sound of firecrackers crackled throughout the Pingyang Marquis Manor.

Qiu Lun and Fang Jinxiu appeared.

The loud, festive, and piercing sound of the suona penetrated the crowded people.

The two walked side by side in the venue, directly occupying the space of four people.

Tan Yun looked at their physiques, her mouth agape, and said, "This, this is truly a perfect match."

"Indeed."

An Jing nodded, suddenly recalling his marriage with Zhao Qingmei in Yu Prefecture City.

It was a hot July, and the arrangements then were not as luxurious as the present, quite simple, in fact. In a blink of an eye, ten months had passed.

Amidst the loud chanting of the master of ceremonies, Qiu Lun and Fang Jinxiu bowed to heaven and earth, bowed to each other as husband and wife, and finally, the bride was sent into the bridal chamber.

Then, surrounded by the crowd, Qiu Lun continuously raised his cup and drank with the guests.

Other guests also chatted with each other, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. Even around Lin Yiyang, several Jianghu figures came forward to converse and politely greet him.

Only An Jing, Li Fuzhou, and Tan Yun had no one around them, as if they were out of place at the wedding banquet.

Li Fuzhou poured himself a cup of wine and said, "It seems Your Excellency's popularity isn't very good."

An Jing said indifferently, "With Sect Master Li sitting next to me, who would dare to come over?"

The Demonic Cult Human Sect Leader, a traitor to the Lu Family, had offended both the Jianghu and the Imperial Court completely. Coupled with An Jing's confrontation with the White-browed Eunuch earlier, who would dare to approach the three of them?

Tan Yun unceremoniously tore off a chicken leg and said, "Who are they looking down on?"

An Jing said faintly, "All in all, you definitely won't regret coming today."

"I'm full in an instant."

Tan Yun's Face flushed, and she softly argued, "Actually, I can't eat that much."

An Jing, however, looked at Mu Xiaowan, who was seated high on the platform, and Mu Xiaowan also looked over, intentionally or unintentionally.

Their gazes met in the air, then simultaneously moved away.

"This Mu Xiaowan has Killing Intent towards me."

An Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, then he looked towards the door.

Li Fuzhou raised his wine cup and slowly said, "Someone's here."

An Jing asked, "Who is it?"

Li Fuzhou drank the wine in his cup and said, "Later Jin."

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

As Li Fuzhou's words fell, rustling sounds came from outside the door.

"I didn't expect to still be late in the end."

A leisurely voice sounded.

A tall, burly old man walked in, followed by dozens of experts dressed in Later Jin attire.

An Jing looked at the old man and said, "Grandmaster?"

Li Fuzhou glanced at An Jing and said with a smile, "Dharma King Mujin, the one who rescued Qi Shu from your hands. Don't you recognize him?"

So it was him!

An Jing looked at the old man, then looked again.

He had pursued Qi Shu at the Great Yan border, and then a mysterious Later Jin expert appeared, directly rescuing Qi Shu. He had never known who it was, but it turned out to be this Dharma King Mujin.

The moment Dharma King Mujin appeared, all the Great Yan people present frowned.

Qiu Heng said indifferently, "A guest is a guest, please take a seat."

The Marquis Manor's servants brought some small tables and placed them below Mu Xiaowan's seat.

"Good."

Dharma King Mujin nodded and slowly sat down.

The White-browed Eunuch said indifferently, "I didn't expect Dharma King Mujin to have such leisure."

"I was really too bored, so I came to take a look. I heard there would be many Great Yan experts today, so I wanted to see, but after a careful look, it's a bit disappointing."

Dharma King Mujin said this, then looked at Mu Xiaowan and smiled, "However, the beauty and charm of Great Yan women are indeed well-deserved."

Upon hearing this, some remained expressionless, but others felt an inexplicable anger rise in their hearts.

The White-browed Eunuch asked, "Why disappointed?"

"We Later Jin people speak frankly, so please don't take it to heart."

Dharma King Mujin laughed heartily, then shook his head and sighed, "I heard that sword Dao is prevalent in Great Yan, and there are countless Swordsmen, but along the way, no one was a match for our Later Jin Genius Swordsman Yan Gang, including some Swordsmen who have been famous for twenty years."

Yan Gang, who was behind Dharma King Mujin, couldn't help but raise his head when he heard this, a hint of disdain appearing in his eyes.

Li Fuzhou muttered to himself, yet it was as if he was speaking to An Jing: "This Swordsman is thirty-three years old, his sword momentum is at the fifth Realm, he consumed a thousand-year-old snow lotus from Great Snow Mountain, his Cultivation has reached the pinnacle, and he has killed many Great Yan Swordsman along the way, earning him the title of Later Jin's Number One Genius Swordsman among the Later Jin people."

An Jing looked at Yan Gang, who was full of arrogance, and said nothing.

He didn't know what was so proud about reaching the fifth Realm at thirty-three; he simply couldn't empathize.

Qiu Lun suddenly jumped out, a hint of anger on his Face, and said: "There are two Sword Immortals from our Great Yan here, why doesn't Dharma King Mujin let Yan Gang try?"

A sharp glint appeared in Yan Gang's eyes, and just as he was about to speak, Dharma King Mujin beside him laughed and said: "I have heard of the name of the Great Yan Sword Immortal, but these Swordsman are at least over forty years old, while Yan Gang is only in his early thirties, so how can they compare?"

Qiu Lun argued forcefully: "They can spar and exchange pointers; there's no harm in it."

Dharma King Mujin, however, sneered.

If Yan Gang were to lose, his cultivated momentum would be broken, and his mental state is extremely arrogant, which would surely leave an indelible impression in his heart, even having a huge impact on his future.

Now that he had already humiliated the people of the Great Yan Dynasty, his goal had been achieved, so why gamble further?

Yan Gang, however, suddenly spoke up: "Good, then I will spar and exchange pointers with Senior."

"Yan Gang!"

Dharma King Mujin frowned deeply.

"Dharma King, rest assured."

Yan Gang looked at Lin Yiyang in the distance and said: "Since it's a sword sparring match, how about we compare one sword under the same Realm?"

Compare one sword under the same Realm!?

Everyone present frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Tang Taiyuan explained in a low voice: "Yan Gang Cultivates fast sword, and among Swordsman of the same Realm, his sword is almost the fastest. It's almost impossible to defeat him with one sword, unless it's a Swordsman who has reached the sixth Realm."

Minister of Rites Zhu Yongfang snorted coldly: "So that's it, truly cunning."

Gao Sheng said indifferently: "A one-sword duel basically puts him in an unbeatable position, and if he wins, the name of the Great Yan Swordsman will be trampled underfoot by him, which will only enhance his prestige."

Yan Gang was naturally not foolish; he had even planned everything in his heart long ago.

He Cultivates fast sword, and under the same Realm, it's impossible for anyone to kill him with one sword.

"Sect Master Lin?"

Dai Danshu, Jia Shiwu, Zuo Biwen, Ling Yuanjing, and others all looked at Lin Yiyang.

Lin Yiyang said indifferently: "I'm not interested in him, because he's not worthy of me making a move."

Lin Yiyang is unwilling to make a move!?

Qiu Heng frowned slightly at this. Everyone knew Lin Yiyang's character; if he didn't want to make a move, he wouldn't, no matter what.

Dharma King Mujin saw this and, with an accusatory tone, said: "Yan Gang, your sword is too fast, so fast that people don't even dare to take your sword."

Yan Gang said coldly: "Yes, Yan Gang will pay attention next time."

Dharma King Mujin looked at Mu Xiaowan, and with a look of regret, said: "Noble Consort Rong is indeed stunningly beautiful. If our Later Jin had a woman like Noble Consort Rong, that would be wonderful."

"Yan Gang, let's go."

With that, Dharma King Mujin stood up and walked towards the door.

"The Swordsman of Great Yan have disappointed me somewhat."

Yan Gang said, then followed behind Dharma King Mujin.

The White-browed Eunuch's eyes narrowed into slits, secretly calculating how to kill this Yan Gang.

Qiu Lun saw this and shouted: "Wait, there's still another Sword Immortal master here."

"Oh?"

Yan Gang paused his steps upon hearing this.

Dharma King Mujin turned around and said with interest: "Who is it?"

Instantly, everyone's gaze turned towards An Jing again.

Dharma King Mujin followed the crowd's gaze and his eyes narrowed slightly. It was that Ghost Swordsman.

He had saved Qi Shu from the Ghost Swordsman back then, so he had a very deep impression of this Swordsman before him.

An Jing waved his hand and said: "You go, I don't want to kill anyone today."

Arrogant!

Lin Yiyang and the Ghost Swordsman's words were more arrogant than the last.

"Could it be that Senior only knows how to speak wildly, and the sword in his hand is soft?"

Yan Gang's Face had become distorted at this moment. If Lin Yiyang's words could still be suppressed, then An Jing's words were completely unacceptable to him.

"Although you two are called Sword Immortals, you are merely several decades older than me. With my current Sword Dao Realm, in a few decades, you will both be trampled underfoot by me. Why be so arrogant?"

"Moreover, in a one-sword duel, Yan Gang is confident he is not inferior to any Swordsman in the world."

Upon hearing Yan Gang's words, many people frowned slightly.

This might be the terrifying aspect of a Genius; he has extremely strong plasticity, and no one knows what his future holds. Perhaps, as Yan Gang said, in a few decades, he will have trampled the Ghost Swordsman and Lin Yiyang underfoot.

Lin Yiyang, who had been mostly silent, smiled, "If he can't kill you with one sword, then I, Lin, am willing to give my head to Later Jin."

Lin Yiyang's words stunned everyone present.

One must know that it was widely rumored in the Jianghu that the Ghost Swordsman and Lin Yiyang were destined for a battle, and logically speaking, they should be opponents. But Lin Yiyang had such confidence in the Ghost Swordsman? He actually guaranteed with his own head that the Ghost Swordsman would kill Yan Gang with one sword?

Dharma King Mujin's heart was also greatly stirred upon hearing Lin Yiyang's words.

Yuheng Sword Sect was also the second largest sect in Great Yan, and Lin Yiyang was also a Sword Immortal at the Grandmaster Realm. If he could take his head effortlessly, that would simply be a great joy.

"Then come!"

"Chī!"

A crimson glint appeared in Yan Gang's eyes, and the Tiger Devouring Sword in his hand was abruptly drawn.

Qiu Lun looked at the motionless An Jing and transmitted: "Big Brother, as a Senior Swordsman of the Great Yan Jianghu, a towering figure, aren't you going to teach this brat a lesson?"

In everyone's eyes, the Ghost Swordsman was the Senior of the current Great Yan Jianghu.

As a Senior, maintaining the prestige of the Great Yan Jianghu and disciplining junior Swordsman, wasn't that something that should be done?

Dharma King Mujin, fearing that An Jing would not agree, couldn't help but laugh in a low voice: "What, are you scared? If you're scared, then take off the title of Sword Immortal and give it to my Later Jin."

Lin Yiyang's head, what a temptation that was.

"I couldn't take Qi Shu's head, so I'll just collect some interest first."

An Jing stood up, his gaze, however, was on Lin Yiyang, "Sect Master Lin, you're putting your life in my hands, aren't you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

Lin Yiyang's voice was incredibly calm.

An Jing shook his head and chuckled, then walked to stand opposite Yan Gang.

Yan Gang looked at the black-robed man before him and said coldly: "Senior, our duel is only one sword."

He thought he wouldn't be nervous encountering a Sword Immortal master in the world today, but when the Ghost Swordsman stood before him, a hint of solemnity still involuntarily arose in his heart.

According to the intelligence he had received, the Ghost Swordsman before him had once killed a Grandmaster with a Half-Step Grandmaster Cultivation.

He definitely belonged to one of the top Swordsman in the world.

An Jing did not speak, merely stood calmly in place.

Yan Gang saw An Jing's silence, a hint of mockery on his lips, "Senior, my sword is very fast under the same Realm."

When it came to fast sword, Yan Gang had never admired any Swordsman.

"Remember not to blink when I draw my sword."

An Jing looked at Yan Gang and smiled faintly, "Blood will spurt very quickly; you will definitely see it when you die."

A shadow appeared in Yan Gang's eyes, "Perhaps I will see Senior's blood instead."

All eyes converged on the two of them; everyone held their breath, not daring to even blink.

An Jing's robe fluttered, his Cultivation suppressed to the pinnacle Realm, and his palm touched the hilt of the Town Evil Sword at his waist.

The air seemed to solidify.

"Chī!"

Yan Gang made the first move; as the Tiger Devouring Sword left its sheath, a black light appeared and then vanished.

Fast!

It was fast to an extreme!

All martial arts in the world are indestructible; only speed is unbreakable.

Therefore, fast sword is also a very famous Sword Dao, but there are not many people who can truly Cultivate fast sword to its extreme.

Yan Gang before him was one of them.

The moment the sword was drawn, it was as if a black fierce tiger burst out of the mountain, tearing towards An Jing.

In the eyes of many masters, Yan Gang's sword had already been drawn, even almost reaching An Jing's front, yet he still hadn't moved.

Suddenly, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

"Pū!"

In the next moment, the black fierce tiger suddenly shattered.

Return to One Sword Art! Sword Drawing Technique!

The Sword Drawing Technique emphasizes the unity of essence, Qi, and spirit, and its power increases with the longer time spent nurturing the sword momentum.

Yan Gang didn't blink; he could only feel a sword, like the morning sun, breaking through the dark night. He couldn't see the trajectory of the sword light, and his life had completely vanished with the darkness in that light.

"Pū chī!"

Blood, a dazzlingly beautiful fountain of blood, shot out.

Indeed, as An Jing said, in his final moment before closing his eyes, he saw his own fresh blood.

"Pūtōng!"

Yan Gang's body fell heavily to the ground, his breath completely cut off, and the fresh blood was still slowly flowing on the ground.

The entire Pingyang Marquis Manor was deathly silent, as if everyone had not yet recovered.

The Later Jin's Number One Genius Swordsman was dead!

That Genius Swordsman who had continuously killed dozens of Great Yan Swordsman and once boasted of becoming the world's number one was dead!

"Cēng."

An Jing's Town Evil Sword returned to its sheath, and then he indifferently returned to his seat, as if he had just eaten and drank, doing a trivial little thing.

"Amazing."

Li Fuzhou looked at An Jing, who had walked back, and said seriously.

Tan Yun's mouth was also wide open, her eyes filled with admiration.

"So fast!"

Gao Sheng's eyes narrowed sharply, and a chill ran down his spine.

Tang Taiyuan's expression was also incredibly solemn. One must know that both of them were at the pinnacle Realm, but the Ghost Swordsman's pinnacle Realm was not weaker than a Half-Step Grandmaster, which was too terrifying.

The White-browed Eunuch did not speak, his heart also filled with immense surprise.

Ling Yuanjing, Dai Danshu, Zuo Biwen, Jia Shiwu, and a host of other masters were all greatly shaken.

"There is such a Swordsman in the world." Mu Xiaowan's heart sank slightly.

Lin Yiyang's pupils also contracted slightly. He had glimpsed a trace of the Ghost Swordsman's Sword Dao; if one wasn't a Swordsman, one simply couldn't feel the terror of that Sword Dao.

"What Later Jin's Number One Swordsman, he just died like that?"

"I didn't even see what happened."

"Later Jin Genius Swordsman? A laughingstock, that's all."

And the civil and military officials in the Imperial Court burst into unrestrained laughter upon seeing this.

They didn't know exactly what had happened, but they only knew that Yan Gang had fallen to the ground.

How could such a scene not make them cheer with delight?

Only Dharma King Mujin and the other Later Jin masters were filled with shock, even disbelief.

Yan Gang, famous for Cultivating fast sword, was killed with a single sword?

This felt just like a dream!