Chapter 82: The City in Storm

Chapter 82: Stormy Weather, Sword Intent Appears

"What's going on?!"

"My sword!"

Buzz! Buzz!

Suddenly, sounds of swords humming rang out, followed by exclamations that echoed through the air.

All the swords in the night market were seen flying towards the sky, densely packed, forming a rain of swords.

The crisp, lingering sound seemed to reach deep into one's heart.

The entire night market descended into chaos, everyone staring in astonishment at the shocking scene before them.

Then, the humming of swords grew louder and louder, as if all the swords in Yu Prefecture City flew out of their scabbards, soaring into the sky, vast and mighty, transforming into a sea of swords.

Sword light crisscrossed, permeating the night sky, as if etched into the boundless starry expanse, forming a magnificent and grand spectacle.

"Wh-what's happening?" Han Wenxin was completely stunned when he saw this.

The other people present remained silent, their brows tightly furrowed.

An Jing silently shielded Zhao Qingmei behind him, then pulled Han Wenxin, who was standing beside him.

"Senior Brother!"

Fa Wu suddenly whispered.

"The evil is about to break free."

Fa Zhi's brows furrowed deeply, his voice extremely solemn.

"Whoosh!"

In the next moment, a towering radiance emerged from the distant horizon.

That radiance illuminated the heavens and earth, transforming into a wisp of Sword Momentum.

"Hm?!"

An Jing felt a sudden shock in his heart upon sensing that Sword Momentum, as if experiencing some kind of resonance.

The sea of swords in the sky seemed to be guided, and a whistling sound of tearing air echoed from the horizon, as if the Sword Intent had a specific target.

Within the vast and mighty Sword Intent, a golden-red wisp of light could vaguely be seen.

And the direction that Sword Intent pointed to was An Jing.

The golden-red light flashed like a meteor, fleeting, but everyone present felt a strong sense of oppression and suffocation. This feeling disappeared instantly as the light vanished.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Almost in an instant, the myriad swords in the sky fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

"What on earth is going on?"

Everyone looked bewildered, unsure of what had transpired.

"Just now, there seemed to be Sword Intent guiding…"

Tian Can Sou said in astonishment, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be looking for something."

All the swords in Yu Prefecture City flew into the sky, that vast, ocean-like sword light, a rare sight.

Fa Zhi said in a deep voice, "The Sword Intent is vast and magnificent. It is the Seal that suppresses Ye Tai'a. Just now, it must have sensed a Qi opportunity, thus triggering a resonance."

"Resonance!?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingmei's heart secretly tightened.

Others might not know the origin of the sword that suppressed the Seal, but she was very clear. The direction that Sword Momentum pointed just now…

An Jing looked at Han Wenxin in astonishment and blurted out, "Brother Han, could you be a master of the Sword Dao!?"

At this moment, the eyes of several people present all turned to Han Wenxin.

The direction that Sword Intent pointed just now seemed to be exactly at Han Wenxin.

"I… I…"

Han Wenxin's face was flushed, and his words became a little stammering, "As for the Sword Dao, I, Han, also Cultivated it since childhood, so my swordsmanship is naturally very proficient…"

Han Wenxin liked to brag, but he knew in his heart that bragging should be done with a sense of rhythm; if it was too much, others would find it fake. This boast was too big, he couldn't handle it.

"Could it be that this Constable is hiding his true abilities?!" Tian Can Sou's brows furrowed deeply upon seeing this.

He remembered clearly that the Sword Intent had pointed directly towards Han Wenxin's location.

Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun looked at Han Wenxin, a hint of suspicion in their eyes.

"Just now was merely this monk's guess. This lord need not take it to heart. There are many matters at the temple, so this monk will take his leave first. If the two benefactors are sincerely devoted to Buddha, this monk is willing to lead the way."

Fa Zhi took a deep breath, clasped his hands towards everyone, and hurried back.

Tian Can Sou and Dai Ling also followed behind Monk Fa Zhi.

"Brother Han, where are you going?"

An Jing saw that Han Wenxin also seemed to be following, and quickly grabbed him.

That Zhang Zhixing was clearly a Jianghu master, and Han Wenxin was just an ordinary head constable. If the two of them had any interaction, Han Wenxin would surely suffer.

"I…"

Han Wenxin glanced at Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun, gave a dry laugh, then pulled An Jing aside and said with dissatisfaction, "Of course I'm going to escort Miss Dai to Faxi Temple, why do you even need to ask?"

An Jing frowned and said, "I think Miss Dai seems like a Jianghu person; she doesn't need you to escort her at all. What you're doing is completely superfluous, and besides, she might not appreciate your intentions."

"Brother An, didn't you see how beautiful Miss Dai is?"

Han Wenxin said with a rather aggrieved tone, "But ever since Brother An 'inserted' his flower, my sister-in-law, I also want to try 'inserting' a flower…"

An Jing: "…"

Han Wenxin chuckled, "Brother An, you understand me. I won't be as foolish as Zhou Xianming. Even if Miss Dai doesn't work out, there's still Miss Li, Miss Wang. It's like the fish pond you once mentioned; I want to fill this fish pond with fish…"

He wants to be a Sea King but ends up being a simp. Zhou Xianming simps for one, but you want to simp for ten, a hundred…

An Jing thought for a moment and said, "What about Tan Yun? Didn't you say…"

"As for Miss Tan…"

Han Wenxin secretly glanced at Tan Yun in the distance, and said with a serious face, "I don't think Miss Tan and I are very suitable."

An Jing glanced at Han Wenxin, feeling a little strange in his heart. His attitude had changed too obviously in just a few days, hadn't it?

"Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm leaving first."

Han Wenxin finished speaking and eagerly chased after them.

"Where is that kid Han Wenxin going?"

Zhao Qingmei asked, looking at Han Wenxin's retreating figure.

Tan Yun also looked puzzled, as if still pondering the matter of the Sword Intent 'pointing' at Han Wenxin just now.

"He's gone to find flowers, don't mind him."

An Jing shook his head and said, "Let's go buy rouge."

Han Wenxin merely wanted the small ball to move the big ball, or to put it simply, he was lust-driven.

"Let's go."

Zhao Qingmei smiled softly.

The night market was bustling and splendid, with crowds gathering, and several small stalls lined both sides of the road.

"Rouge, Fly Swallow brand rouge! Madam, would you like to take a look?" The hawker saw Zhao Qingmei approaching and quickly stepped forward to call out.

Fly Swallow brand was very famous in Great Yan, backed by a merchant guild in Yujing City. Not many people knew who was specifically behind that merchant guild in Yujing City, but it was definitely someone powerful in Yujing City.

The influential figures and prominent families in Yujing City were incomparable to those in Jiangnan Province.

Fly Swallow brand rouge was of excellent quality and highly praised. High-end rouges could even cost dozens of taels of silver per box, mostly used by young misses from aristocratic families and wealthy madams.

However, the rouge displayed on stalls like this was much cheaper, only tens or hundreds of coins. Nevertheless, the quality was still very good, and it was deeply loved by many women.