Noodle Head, I’ve Been Sick of You for a Long Time!

Black Tortoise Divine Art was divided into two parts: inner cultivation and external techniques.

The inner cultivation was the Black Tortoise Inner Skill, while the external techniques were the Ten Styles Martial Arts.

Invincible in All Directions was a move further comprehended from the foundation of the Ten Styles Martial Arts.

What Chu Yang needed to do was reverse-engineer the entire process.

When it came to talent and comprehension, Chu Yang had the support of numerous clones and was in no way inferior to Nie Feng.

If Nie Feng could learn this move, there was no reason Chu Yang could not.

In half a day, Chu Yang had fully grasped every essential aspect of Invincible in All Directions.

At this point.

Chu Yang had accomplished his primary purpose for coming to Lingyun Grotto.

"There’s still the Dragon Vein hidden below, but that thing means nothing to me. Taking it would be useless…"

The Dragon Vein had transformed into Emperor Xuanyuan’s spine. It could not improve one’s cultivation; its only purpose was to suppress evil influences, such as the demonic intent Nie Feng developed because of Mad Blood.

It would even be awkward to use as a weapon.

Still, the Dragon Vein also symbolized a nation’s fortune. Once it was destroyed, the world would descend into chaos, and demons would run rampant.

At that time, many old monsters who had long vanished from sight would emerge one after another and stir up turmoil throughout the world. From that perspective, it would actually be a good thing for Chu Yang.

He could then freely seize those people’s cultivation arts.

But Chu Yang was unwilling to do so…

Chu Yang had always kept to himself and never claimed to be a person of great benevolence and righteousness, but he still understood the most basic principles.

When the world fell into chaos, the ones who suffered were never those stirring up the winds and clouds. Whether they lived or died was merely a matter of winners and losers.

The ones who truly suffered were the ordinary commoners simply trying to live honest lives.

When immortals fought, mortals suffered. When the city gates caught fire, the fish in the moat were harmed.

Those few words had already laid bare the plight of ordinary people.

If his greed caused those innocent people to fall into misery, Chu Yang would never be able to live with himself.

"It’d be better to keep this Dragon Vein in my hands. Even if calamity becomes unavoidable someday, at least my conscience will be clear."

Chu Yang decided to take the Dragon Vein with him.

Meanwhile.

The Underworld Society had just suffered a disaster.

Xiong Ba had married his adopted daughter Kong Ci to his eldest disciple, Qin Shuang.

Bu Jingyun, who had always loved Kong Ci, attempted to abduct her and leave on the night of the wedding, only to be stopped by Nie Feng.

The two fought fiercely. During the battle, Bu Jingyun accidentally injured Kong Ci, causing her heart meridians to shatter and killing her.

In the end.

Bu Jingyun left with Kong Ci’s body and officially became enemies with both the Underworld Society and Nie Feng.

"I’m so stupid, so stupid! I should have believed what A Yang said. I should have explained things to Senior Brother Yun earlier and let him take Kong Ci away."

"I actually believed that Master still had some affection for the three of us as master and disciples…"

Wind God Hall.

Nie Feng clutched Ming Yue and wept as he confessed his foolishness. Because of his womanly softness, Kong Ci, who had grown up with him and was like a younger sister, had died.

"This isn’t your fault. It was simply fate. Besides, with Bu Jingyun’s personality, if something like this hadn’t happened, he probably wouldn’t have believed you."

"As for Qin Shuang, his loyalty to Xiong Ba is even stronger than yours…"

"Feng, let’s go. Before Xiong Ba develops the intent to kill you, let’s leave the Underworld Society, find somewhere secluded, and never involve ourselves in worldly affairs again."

Ming Yue held Nie Feng and gently soothed his anguished heart.

Yet Nie Feng seemed not to hear her at all. With his eyes closed, he kept muttering something under his breath, while his body trembled more and more violently.

It seemed as though he would fall into some frenzied state at any moment.

Ming Yue did not notice. She thought Nie Feng was merely too grief-stricken.

Suddenly.

Nie Feng seized Ming Yue’s wrist. His grip was so strong that she cried out in pain.

"Feng, what are you doing?!"

Ming Yue lowered her head and met Nie Feng’s crimson eyes. Demonic energy roiled within them, without the slightest trace of humanity.

Ming Yue was shocked and tried to break free from Nie Feng’s grasp.

But Nie Feng, who had fallen into demonic madness, had completely lost his reason. Not only did he keep hold of her hand, he even tried to seize her throat.

At the critical moment, the Wushuang Sword lying to the side shone brightly. A dark green barrier enveloped Ming Yue, then sent Nie Feng flying away.

This was a defensive spell Chu Yang had arranged beforehand. It had originally been meant for Xiong Ba, yet it was unexpectedly used on Nie Feng.

Though she was temporarily safe, Ming Yue was terrified. She could never have imagined that Nie Feng would attack her.

"Feng, what’s wrong with you?"

"Look closely! I’m Ming Yue!"

"Don’t scare me, okay?!"

No matter how Ming Yue called to him, Nie Feng remained expressionless. His eyes were fixed on her as he steadily approached.

Even with the barrier protecting her, despair appeared on Ming Yue’s face.

Nie Feng had gone mad. What was the point of her staying alive?

Just as Nie Feng pressed his hand against the barrier, the Wushuang Sword was once again covered in a faint golden glow.

That was another spell.

"Sigh, the Mad Blood finally acted up. I thought that as long as Ming Yue was safe, you would never fall into this state."

Chu Yang’s voice sounded from behind Nie Feng.

Nie Feng abruptly turned around, only to be greeted by a bare spine that struck his handsome face with full force.

The blow sent Nie Feng spinning in place, and the demonic energy in his eyes weakened somewhat.

Ming Yue looked at the suddenly appearing Chu Yang in delight. Before she could explain what had happened, she saw him raise the spine and strike again.

Nie Feng activated the Wind God Leg, and his figure instantly became ghostly. He was just about to evade the attack.

But Chu Yang’s speed surged as well. He turned into a flash of golden light, appeared behind him, and grabbed him by the neck.

Then he began whipping him with the spine in his hand.

Nie Feng screamed miserably from the beating, his previously aloof demeanor vanishing in an instant.

Chu Yang could have simply handed the Dragon Vein to Nie Feng. As long as the Dragon Vein was nearby, it could suppress the demonic energy within him.

But if he did not beat this brat up, Chu Yang would truly feel dissatisfied.

Ming Yue noticed that Nie Feng was recovering his senses. Though her heart ached terribly, she did not rashly speak up to stop Chu Yang.

"Stop, stop, stop! A Yang, stop! It hurts so much I’m dying!"

Nie Feng, now beaten into a pig’s head, kept begging for mercy. He had clearly regained his sanity. If he did not speak now, Chu Yang might really beat him to death.

"Are you sure you’re awake?"

"I’m awake, very awake. I’ve never been this awake in my life."

Nie Feng was practically in tears.

Still wanting more, Chu Yang set him down.

"Feng, are you all right?"

Ming Yue rushed forward in tears and threw herself into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

"I’m fine now. Don’t worry."

Nie Feng looked at Ming Yue with heartache and lingering fear.

If Chu Yang had not appeared in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Ming Yue turned to Chu Yang and asked, "A Yang, do you know what happened just now?"

Chu Yang explained, "An ancestor of the Nie Clan once fought the Fire Kirin and accidentally came into contact with Kirin Blood, which was then passed down through the generations. Though the Kirin is an Auspicious Beast, its blood drives people mad and gradually leads them onto the demonic path."

Upon hearing this, both Ming Yue and Nie Feng went pale.

Nie Feng could fall onto the demonic path at any time, which also meant Ming Yue could be in danger at any time.

"Ming Yue, it seems I can’t stay by your side in the future."

"No! Feng, even if I die, I want to be with you."

The two gazed at each other affectionately.

Chu Yang broke out in goosebumps and could not help interrupting them. "Kirin Blood may be powerful, but it isn’t completely incurable."

Chu Yang’s dramatic pause sent both their hearts into turmoil.

Ming Yue and Nie Feng looked at him resentfully.

They wished he would say important things sooner next time!

"I can extract the Kirin Blood, but doing so will cost Nie Feng the chance to become stronger. If he can suppress and control the Mad Blood, his strength will rise to a terrifying level."

Chu Yang decided to give Nie Feng the chance to choose. This had originally been his opportunity; no one else should casually make the decision for him.

"Then I’ll have to trouble you, A Yang, to extract the Kirin Blood for me."

Nie Feng’s attitude was extremely resolute. The moment he realized he might harm Ming Yue, he had decided to abandon this power.

"The power of Mad Blood could allow you to surpass Xiong Ba with ease."

Chu Yang reminded him again.

"I understand, but I don’t want it. I nearly killed Ming Yue just now. I hate this power."

Nie Feng answered firmly.

Chu Yang nodded. Being deeply devoted was both Nie Feng’s strength and his weakness. His choices had never been guided by reason.

Having devoured all of the Fire Kirin’s blood, Chu Yang could sense the Mad Blood within Nie Feng’s body. All it took was a thought to draw it out.

As the Kirin Blood was drawn out, Nie Feng looked extremely pained.

It felt as though Chu Yang were forcibly tearing out an extremely important organ from his body—without anesthetic.

Nie Feng’s hair turned from black to white, and his skin became dry and withered, as though he had transformed into an elderly man in his twilight years.

This was the result of losing a vast amount of life force in a short period.

Chu Yang immediately replenished Nie Feng’s body with pure life force. His skin instantly returned to normal, though his head of white hair remained unchanged.

Ming Yue watched Nie Feng anxiously, her teeth clenched.

A moment later.

The Kirin Blood in Nie Feng’s body was completely removed. He looked as though he had suffered a serious illness, weak beyond measure.

After barely managing to thank Chu Yang, Nie Feng collapsed to the ground. Ming Yue hurried forward and supported him.

"Now that the Mad Blood has been removed, tell me what has happened recently."

Chu Yang had remained in Lingyun Grotto for a long time and had no idea how much had occurred outside.

With a gloomy expression, Nie Feng recounted how Bu Jingyun had turned against the Underworld Society. He blamed himself for not listening to Chu Yang, which had led to Kong Ci’s death during the conflict between the two.

In response, Chu Yang could only sigh. "It was fate."

"I never thought Master… Xiong Ba would truly be so heartless. If Senior Brother Yun comes back, I’ll definitely join him in killing that old thief!"

Nie Feng clenched his fists angrily.

"If Bu Jingyun comes back, he may kill you too. He hates Xiong Ba, but do you think he doesn’t hate you?"

"I already told you not to judge a girl’s feelings of love by your own way of thinking."

Chu Yang said indifferently.

Nie Feng gave a bitter smile and sank into self-reproach.

"Feng, let’s go. Let’s find somewhere without people and live in seclusion."

Ming Yue earnestly urged Nie Feng to leave. She truly did not want to become embroiled in all this conflict.

"Now that Invincible Citadel has fallen, the Underworld Society is unquestionably the greatest sect. Its influence spreads throughout the world. If Xiong Ba wants to find us, there will be nowhere to hide…"

"Even someone like Mud Buddha couldn’t escape him."

Nie Feng’s meaning was clear: unless they cooperated with Bu Jingyun to kill Xiong Ba, he and Ming Yue would never escape the Underworld Society’s pursuit.

Ming Yue wanted to say more, but Chu Yang suddenly raised his hand to stop her and said, "On this matter, I agree with Nie Feng. Unless Xiong Ba dies, neither of you will ever live peaceful lives."

"I’ll deal with Xiong Ba. But once this matter is settled, we’ll be even for saving your life."

Chu Yang’s words sounded like he was drawing a clear line between himself and Ming Yue. Ming Yue felt awful hearing them and silently nodded.

Nie Feng sighed, regret filling his heart. In his eyes, Chu Yang was an extremely loyal friend. If he had listened to the advice, things might not have reached this point.

"Then when do you plan to act?"

"In a few days. Once the Sword Saint arrives, I’ll act at the same time."

"You plan to face both Xiong Ba and the Sword Saint at once? A Yang, I know your martial arts are formidable, but you’re still being too arrogant."

"The Sword Saint’s lifespan is nearly at its end. He can only barely use his final sword strike. I want to see that final strike."

After understanding Chu Yang’s intention, Nie Feng and Ming Yue no longer tried to persuade him and prepared to leave the Underworld Society.

Before they departed, Chu Yang gave Nie Feng the Snow Drinking Saber and a written manual of the Six Styles of Freezing Arrogance. "I found these in Lingyun Grotto. They are your Nie Clan’s saber art and weapon."

Nie Feng solemnly accepted both items, tears faintly glimmering in his eyes. Back then, he had personally watched his father get carried into Lingyun Grotto by the Fire Kirin.

Seeing these things now, he could more or less determine his father’s fate.

"Great kindness needs no words of thanks. I hope I will have a chance to repay you someday."

Nie Feng clasped his hands in salute, his eyes firm.

Having given everything he needed to give, Chu Yang left before them, his figure disappearing into the darkness of the night.

Holding Ming Yue’s hand, Nie Feng did not take anything from Wind God Hall. Without looking back, he walked out of the Underworld Society.

A few days later.

Dugu Sword of Invincible Citadel suddenly appeared at the Underworld Society and declared that he would fight Xiong Ba to the death in seven days.

Without Duan Lang to deliver the message, there would naturally be other disciples asking him to come out of retirement and seek justice for Invincible Citadel.

The proud Xiong Ba naturally accepted the challenge.

The Sword Saint left in satisfaction.

For a time, the impending battle between the two shook the entire martial world, and all under heaven watched this duel.

When the Sword Saint left, Chu Yang followed behind him.

He knew the Sword Saint was going to find Nameless.

Before long, Nameless’s disciple Jian Chen appeared, and the two began fighting. Chu Yang hid in the distance and watched their swordplay.

The Sword Saint had yet to comprehend Sword Twenty-Three of the Sacred Spirit Swordplay. From Sword One through Sword Twenty-Two, every move he used was thoroughly neutralized by Jian Chen’s obscure move from the Nameless Swordplay.

This move embodied Nameless’s insights from years of fierce battles with the Sword Saint, all of which he had passed on to Jian Chen. It was not because Jian Chen was stronger than the Sword Saint.

Both sword arts were excellent, but Chu Yang still wanted to see Sword Twenty-Three, as well as Nameless’s Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

After losing, the Sword Saint burst into laughter, utterly carefree. Even though he had been thoroughly defeated, he did not take out his anger on Jian Chen.

The two could be considered acquaintances forged through combat. Jian Chen then brought the Sword Saint to meet his master, Nameless.

Naturally, Chu Yang followed behind them as well.

The sky gradually darkened.

The two entered a small courtyard.

From far away, Chu Yang heard the sound of an erhu. Its melody was sorrowful and lingering, enough to bring tears to one’s eyes.

Having confirmed Nameless’s residence, Chu Yang was about to leave when an aged voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.

"Young friend, since you are here, why not come into the courtyard and sit for a while, so that I may fulfill my duty as host?"

Chu Yang had already been careful enough. He had used magic and Ninjutsu to conceal his tracks, and most experts should have been incapable of detecting his presence.

Yet Nameless had still discovered him.

All he could say was that the Heavenly Sword realm was truly terrifying.

If not for the suppression imposed by the world’s power level, these people might actually have been able to contend with the captains of the Bleach world.

Chu Yang simply stopped hiding and calmly stepped out of the darkness into the small courtyard.

Inside, Nameless had set out a table of wine and dishes and was seated across from the Sword Saint. His disciple Jian Chen stood guard nearby, holding the Hero Sword.

The two looked at Chu Yang in surprise.

Nameless smiled. "This is the person who followed the two of you here."

The Sword Saint’s expression darkened. He had not noticed anyone following him. Given his martial attainments, that should have been impossible.

When he looked at Chu Yang again, he found that the other man appeared very young, even several years younger than Jian Chen beside him.

The Sword Saint froze for a moment, then muttered, "The younger generation truly surpasses the old."

Jian Chen was not as composed as the Sword Saint. In his eyes, Chu Yang was certainly no good person. He asked in a deep voice, "Who are you, sir? Why are you acting so furtively?"

Chu Yang rolled his eyes. Would a bad guy really tell you in detail what he was doing?

Seeing that this shady fellow ignored him, Jian Chen could not help but feel a measure of anger. Holding the Hero Sword, he leaped forward and landed before Chu Yang.

The moment he attacked, he used the Nameless Swordplay he had just employed against the Sword Saint.

After using Observation Haki to foresee Jian Chen’s movements, Chu Yang circulated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill and flicked out a finger with the power of twenty dragons and elephants.

His fingertip collided with the tip of the Hero Sword, and overwhelming force erupted at once.

Jian Chen flew straight backward. The Hero Sword in his hand rang continuously, and at first listen, it sounded like the miserable scream of someone in mortal danger.

Gravely expressions appeared in both Nameless’s and the Sword Saint’s eyes.

The Hero Sword was no common piece of trash found everywhere on the street. It was a divine weapon forged a thousand years ago by the founder of the Sword Sect, the Grand Swordsman.

Divine weapons possessed spirits. Its mournful cry now seemed to indicate that it had suffered unbearable pain.

This was not something an ordinary expert could accomplish.

"Jian Chen, come back!"

Nameless, who had initially intended for Jian Chen to probe Chu Yang’s strength, suddenly became anxious.

Jian Chen was young after all. Being sent flying by a single blow from Chu Yang had made him lose face, and anger rose in his heart. Ignoring his master’s command, he thrust out another sword strike.

Chu Yang had no desire to become enemies with Nameless, so he restrained himself somewhat. Using the Dragon-Seizing Hand, he directly pulled the Hero Sword from Jian Chen’s grip.

Jian Chen, deprived of the Hero Sword, was shocked and furious, and even more afraid of being scolded by his master.

"Excellent move!"

The Sword Saint could not help shouting in praise.

"Indeed, exquisitely subtle."

Nameless nodded with a smile, offering his praise.

Jian Chen’s face darkened further, but he did not dare utter a single word.

Chu Yang spun the sword in a flourish, then casually tossed it away. The Hero Sword steadily returned to its sheath. He cupped his fists and smiled. "Forgive my poor display before you two seniors."

Chu Yang’s martial arts and attitude had earned Nameless’s and the Sword Saint’s favor, and the two became friendlier in turn.

"A guest from afar is a guest nonetheless. Why not sit down and speak with us, young friend?"

Nameless invited Chu Yang to take a seat.

"Thank you."

Chu Yang did not stand on ceremony and sat directly beside the two men.

Out of sight, out of mind, Jian Chen turned his head away.

"May I ask your name, young friend? And why were you following this old man?"

The Sword Saint’s tone was fairly friendly, though his bright eyes remained fixed on Chu Yang.

"A nobody’s name is not worth mentioning. You two seniors may call me A Yang. As for why I was following Senior Sword Saint…"

Chu Yang smiled. "It is said that the Sword Saint and the Heavenly Sword Nameless have fought countless times in their lives. You are both rivals and close friends. Before the final battle of your life, you would surely wish to see an old friend."

Nameless asked, "So you came to see me?"

Chu Yang nodded. "Precisely. I wished to seek some instruction in swordsmanship from you, Senior."

Nameless was just about to decline when the Sword Saint suddenly raised a hand to interrupt him. Staring at Chu Yang, he said coldly, "The final battle of my life? Do you mean to say that you have decided I will lose to Xiong Ba?"

Chu Yang shook his head. "Not lose, but die. Senior, your vitality is weak. You are already a dying flame in the wind, and you may not even have the chance to deliver your final sword strike to Xiong Ba."

Nameless looked at Chu Yang in surprise. He too had sensed that the Sword Saint’s fate was nearing its end, which was why he had specifically met with him, hoping to persuade him to abandon his decisive battle with Xiong Ba.

He had not expected the young man before him to know this as well.

The Sword Saint’s expression was complicated. Naturally, he understood his own body better than anyone else. If he were not close to exhaustion, why would he be in such a hurry?

Nameless took the opportunity to persuade him as well, but the Sword Saint no longer wished to listen. He closed his eyes and said nothing.

Nameless sighed and could only turn back to Chu Yang. "Little Brother A Yang, I am no longer a man of the Jianghu. I am afraid I cannot grant your request."

Chu Yang smiled. "Senior, do not be so quick to refuse. I have some information that I would like to use in exchange for your help. If, after hearing it, you are still unwilling to act, I will leave immediately and never disturb you again. How does that sound?"

Nameless hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Since the other party had said this, he must have been absolutely confident. Nameless was now curious as to what information Chu Yang intended to use in exchange for his intervention.

"Senior Nameless, your wife died years ago from a strange poison, correct?"

"Yes. The poison was colorless and odorless. I searched throughout the Central Plains, yet found no trace of it."

"The poison came from Japan. Naturally, Senior could not trace it in the Central Plains."

"You know who harmed my wife?"

"The poison was personally sought out in Japan by Po Jun, the son of Jian Hui and your senior brother."

The moment those words were spoken, emotion appeared on Nameless’s usually tranquil face. His aura surged, sharpness bursting forth!

"How did you learn of this?"

Nameless’s tone was far colder than before.

"Back then, if you had not interfered, Jian Hui would have long since passed the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin on to Po Jun. He has always held that grudge in his heart."

Chu Yang did not answer Nameless’s question. Instead, he directly gave the reason why Po Jun had harmed his wife.

Naturally, Nameless understood this as well.

Trembling with rage, Nameless radiated killing intent. The wine table before them was sliced into dust by invisible sword qi.

The Sword Saint remained silent, his thoughts drifting to the land of Japan. There had once been a woman there whom he deeply loved as well.

Unfortunately, he had eventually severed love and emotion, to the point that he had nearly forgotten her appearance and voice.

After venting, Nameless closed his eyes and calmed his breathing. Only after a long while did he regain his composure.

"If this information is true, it is indeed worth my intervention."

Nameless returned to his indifferent appearance.

"The truth will be easy to verify. Po Jun will soon come looking for you. When that happens, you can confront him directly."

"But before then, could Senior offer me some instruction?"

"So that I may collect a little interest in advance."

Chu Yang stood up, and an indescribable aura pressed toward Nameless.

He respected Nameless’s character just as he respected Zhang Sanfeng’s. Reaching this point was already the limit of his restraint.

If it had been someone like Di Shitian or Lord Godless, he would have started fighting long ago and beaten them until they could not recognize their own mothers.

When Chu Yang said that Po Jun had administered the poison, Nameless already believed him seven or eight parts out of ten.

Thus, he agreed to Chu Yang’s request.

"Come with me to the forest outside town."

Nameless spoke calmly, then rose and walked out of the courtyard.

Jian Chen suddenly blocked his path and said anxiously, "Master, you have not acted for many years. Why break your vow for such a villain?"

Nameless frowned, but still patted Jian Chen’s shoulder. "Chen’er, you know that this matter has always been your master’s inner demon. Now that I have a chance to settle it, both sentiment and reason demand that I thank this little brother."

Jian Chen said in a low voice, "Master, this man’s origins are unknown. His words may not be trustworthy."

"I have my own judgment." After saying this, Nameless pushed Jian Chen aside and slowly walked out.

Chu Yang glanced at Jian Chen with an ambiguous smile and said jokingly, "If you ever become a villain in the future, I will kill you. Let these two seniors bear witness."

Jian Chen shuddered for no reason.

Nameless turned back and gave Chu Yang a puzzled look. How could the successor to the Hero Sword he had chosen possibly become a villain?

The Sword Saint laughed heartily. "You actually dare say that in front of Nameless? That suits my temperament! I just hope you will not lose too miserably later."

Chu Yang nodded with a smile. "I will certainly fulfill Senior’s wish."

A moment later.

The group arrived at a forest.

There was no one around, so they did not need to worry about involving innocent people and could freely display their martial arts.

As the senior, Nameless naturally had to show the bearing of a senior. He gestured for Chu Yang to make the first move and said, "You are young. After three moves, I will make my move."

"Then I will not hold back."

Chu Yang reached into empty air, and a fiery red sword appeared in his hand. Scorching heat radiated from the blade, causing the temperature in the nighttime forest to rise sharply.

It was the Fire Scale Sword he had taken from Lingyun Grotto.

Nameless’s gaze narrowed. The Fire Scale Sword had appeared in Chu Yang’s hand in an instant, and he had no idea how Chu Yang had done it.

Chu Yang had always been accustomed to storing things in the space created by the Undetectable Extension Charm, taking them out whenever he needed them.

"This sword resembles the legendary Fire Scale Sword."

The well-informed Sword Saint recognized the Fire Scale Sword in Chu Yang’s hand at a glance.

"How despicable."

Jian Chen glared viciously at Chu Yang. He believed Chu Yang was deliberately using a divine weapon to take advantage of his master. If he handed the Hero Sword to Nameless now, it would instead make Chu Yang seem stronger.

Nameless, however, appeared unconcerned. He stood unmoving, his aura like an unbroken mountain range, quietly awaiting Chu Yang’s attack.

The opening stance of Chu Yang’s sword was the first form of the Tai Chi Sword.

"You are a successor of Tai Chi?"

Nameless was somewhat surprised.

Tai Chi existed in the Wind and Cloud world as well, but compared to the art personally created by Zhang Sanfeng, it was somewhat superficial and lacked true essence.

It could not be mentioned in the same breath as the Tai Chi Sword Chu Yang wielded.

As Chu Yang unfolded his Tai Chi Truth, the two were instantly enveloped by a black-and-white yin-yang diagram. Each stood atop one of the yin-yang fish’s eyes.

The Sword Saint’s eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "What excellent swordplay! Your Tai Chi Sword is vastly different from any I have seen before. Where did you learn it, little brother?"

Nameless also looked at Chu Yang with curiosity.

Chu Yang said softly, "From a Daoist friend."

Nameless nodded. "This swordplay is upright and peaceful, following the natural way of the Dao. It must have been created by a great master of the Daoist school."

The Sword Saint sighed with admiration. "So swordplay need not pursue sharpness to be this exquisite. It has truly broadened my horizons."

The two of them kept praising him one after another, making Jian Chen extremely jealous and frustrated.

All these years, Nameless had never praised him the way he praised Chu Yang.

The Tai Chi Sword Intent excelled at defense rather than offense. Once the black-and-white yin-yang diagram appeared, Chu Yang’s swordplay changed again, becoming the Nine Swords of Dugu.

The Nine Swords of Dugu focused solely on offense and abandoned defense, complementing the Tai Chi Sword Intent perfectly.

With two sword arts of such profound intent appearing at once, Nameless and the Sword Saint found it difficult to conceal the shock on their faces.

"This man is a swordsmanship genius no less gifted than I am!"

Having retired from the Jianghu for many years, Nameless was experiencing this unbearable itch for battle for the first time. If not for his status as a senior, he would have attacked long ago.

The next moment.

Chu Yang attacked Nameless, who was protecting his body with sword qi, using the Qi Breaking Stance.

The Nine Swords of Dugu was not fundamentally a set of fixed moves, but a theory of martial arts. In different hands, it could unleash different levels of power.

In Chu Yang’s hands, it was a supreme art no weaker than the Nameless Swordplay, fully capable of threatening Nameless before he had comprehended the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

Feng Qingyang had once described the profundity of the Qi Breaking Stance as, "Its divine clarity lies within the heart."

Thus, Nameless’s protective sword qi was broken by Chu Yang in an instant, and the Fire Scale Sword shot toward his vital point.

Nameless was greatly shocked!

Yet relying on the battle instincts he had honed over many years, he twisted aside and avoided the strike.

The Fire Scale Sword’s heat still burned a large hole through the clothes on his chest.

Nameless’s old face reddened.

After only one exchange, he, known as the martial world’s legend, had nearly capsized.

The watching Sword Saint was so shocked that he nearly tore out his beard.

"Chen’er, hand me the sword!"

Without regard for his dignity, Nameless could only have Jian Chen throw the Hero Sword over. Otherwise, he really might make a fool of himself within three moves.

Jian Chen seemed frightened stiff, clutching the Hero Sword blankly and refusing to let go.

"Your master told you to pass him the sword!"

Sword Saint suddenly smacked Jian Chen on the back. Jian Chen jolted awake and hurriedly threw the sword out.

Catching the Hero Sword, Nameless’s aura changed. Only then did he formally face Chu Yang. Their agreement of three moves had already been voided.

Nameless had originally reached the Heavenly Sword realm, where no sword was better than a sword. Whether or not he held the Hero Sword made little difference to him.

But Chu Yang’s Qi Breaking Stance specifically countered his sword qi. Without the Hero Sword, Nameless would be heavily restrained.

He had never encountered such a situation before, and even Nameless himself was at a loss.

Holding the Hero Sword, Nameless used the Nameless Swordplay against his opponent, while Chu Yang changed styles once more and switched to the Sword Breaking Stance.

The two exchanged blows for a while, and Sword Saint discovered that Chu Yang’s swordplay once again completely countered the Nameless Swordplay.

"This kid only met Nameless today. Why does every move of his counter him so perfectly?"

Nameless’s thoughts were much the same as Sword Saint’s. His swordplay changed again, and he unexpectedly switched to Sword Saint’s Sacred Spirit Swordplay.

After battling Sword Saint for many years, Nameless had long studied this swordplay thoroughly. Otherwise, the Nameless Swordplay would not contain moves specifically designed to counter it.

Having already seen the Sacred Spirit Swordplay once, Chu Yang used the Sword Breaking Stance to dismantle it again. It was like taking an open-book exam—easier than drinking water.

Before long, Nameless felt that familiar sense of suppression again. It was as if a huge stone weighed on his heart, leaving him deeply frustrated.

Sword Saint, who had been watching the fight with utmost focus, suddenly realized that Chu Yang’s swordplay did not merely counter the Nameless Swordplay—it countered all sword arts!

"There is actually such bizarre martial arts in this world?!"

Sword Saint was greatly inspired. His eyes remained fixed on Chu Yang, and it felt as though something deep in his heart was about to break through!

"My Sword Twenty-Three…"

"It’s done!"

Chu Yang’s combat level far surpassed that of the Wind and Cloud world. In his hands, the Tai Chi Truth and Nine Swords of Dugu displayed terrifying power.

Nameless unleashed every sword technique he had learned in his lifetime, yet all of them were blocked by Chu Yang using the Tai Chi Truth.

The continuously revolving yin-yang fish formation left a deep shadow in Nameless’s heart.

The battle continued until Nameless was finally exhausted.

Chu Yang had already memorized every martial art Nameless possessed apart from Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

A small profit.

As for the genuine Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, he would probably have to wait until Po Jun appeared to obtain it. When that time came, Nameless would likely have to suffer a little.

Meanwhile, Sword Saint sat cross-legged and entered an incomprehensibly profound meditative state.

Sword intent flowed throughout his body like a babbling stream, endlessly cycling back upon itself.

"He is comprehending Sword Twenty-Three…"

Nameless knew that Sword Saint had gained insight after watching his battle with Chu Yang.

He sensed that Sword Saint’s Sacred Spirit Swordplay would advance even further, entering an unprecedented realm of the sword.

"Once this move emerges, it will surely shake heaven and make ghosts weep!"

Nameless murmured.

"I don’t know whether it’ll shake heaven and make ghosts weep, but I do know Xiong Ba is about to die."

While Nameless and Jian Chen were not paying attention, Chu Yang retrieved the Fire Scale Sword again and quietly waited for Sword Saint to comprehend Sword Twenty-Three.

Time slowly passed, and a streak of white light appeared on the horizon.

When Sword Saint opened his eyes again, his entire bearing had changed drastically. Like Nameless, he had completely withdrawn his sharpness.

Nameless revealed an admiring look.

Sword Saint rose to his feet and said to Nameless, "I am leaving."

Nameless hesitated, still wanting to persuade him otherwise.

Sword Saint smiled. "If I do not use this sword on Xiong Ba, I will not rest in peace even in death."

Nameless could only shake his head helplessly.

"I will see you off, Senior."

Chu Yang stood beside Sword Saint.

"Good. If not for you, who knows when my Sword Twenty-Three would have emerged? Observe this final sword carefully, and pass it down in my stead."

Sword Saint seemed to have sensed Chu Yang’s intentions, but he did not mind. If such a world-shaking sword art were to vanish with him into a pile of dirt, that would be the true regret.

Under Nameless’s silent gaze, Sword Saint and Chu Yang departed together.

The Underworld Society was now bustling with activity, with heroes and masters coming to pay homage. Xiong Ba’s reputation had reached its peak.

All of it was thanks to Sword Saint.

Everyone knew that whether Invincible Citadel or the Underworld Society would become the foremost martial arts faction in the future depended entirely on the outcome of the duel between the two men.

If Sword Saint won, Invincible Citadel would win. If Xiong Ba won, the Underworld Society would win.

However.

Everyone hoped for an outcome where both sides were badly wounded, witnessing the simultaneous downfall of Invincible Citadel and the Underworld Society.

Then the heroes of the realm could vie for supremacy. Everyone hoped to become the next Xiong Ba!

Seven days had already passed.

The many heroes and martial artists who had come at the invitation all stood before the World’s First Building, awaiting Sword Saint’s arrival.

The sun had already risen high.

The appointed time for the duel had long passed.

Yet Sword Saint had still not appeared.

"Why hasn’t Sword Saint come yet? Could he be afraid before the battle has even begun?"

"If word gets out, it’ll become a huge joke!"

"Chief Xiong’s might is unmatched. He scared Sword Saint into hiding like a turtle, too afraid to show his face! Hahaha!"

"Nonsense! Sword Saint has been famous throughout the Jianghu for many years. Even Heavenly Sword Nameless has crossed blades with him. How could he possibly fear a battle!"

Opinions flew everywhere.

Before the World’s First Building, the Jianghu heroes argued without end.

Xiong Ba watched the scene indifferently, a faint sense of unease rising in his heart.

He knew Sword Saint would never fail to show up.

But where was that old bastard? What was he doing? His spies knew nothing at all. It was as though Sword Saint had suddenly vanished from the world. Xiong Ba deeply disliked this feeling of losing control.

At the same time.

Sword Saint had already arrived outside the Underworld Society.

Along the way, he and Chu Yang had discussed their insights and forgotten the time, which was why they had missed the appointed duel.

Although Sword Saint’s life force had already run dry, his eyes shone brightly, and his spirit had become extraordinarily powerful.

"My body can only support me up to this point. Next, I must draw my sword."

"On the way here, I have already explained the subtleties of Sword Twenty-Three to you. You must concentrate and watch carefully."

"I cannot unleash a second sword."

Sword Saint smiled faintly, utterly carefree, without the slightest air of someone heading toward death.

"Please draw your sword without concern, Senior. I will remain here and guard your body, lest some petty fool spoil your moment."

Chu Yang made a gesture of invitation.

Sword Saint had originally intended for Chu Yang to go to the World’s First Building first before he drew his sword, so that Chu Yang could witness the entire process.

But Chu Yang apparently had no such intention and merely stood silently beside him.

"As you wish."

The moment his words fell, dazzling golden light flashed around Sword Saint’s body. His soul then left his body and drifted toward the World’s First Building.

Sword Saint, intent only on cutting down Xiong Ba with his sword, did not notice that another Chu Yang had appeared out of thin air behind him.

Chu Yang had indeed not gone to the World’s First Building, but his Shadow Clone had.

A soul could traverse space at incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, Sword Saint arrived at the World’s First Building and saw Xiong Ba sitting upon his throne, receiving everyone’s congratulations.

Since Sword Saint had failed to arrive on time, according to the rules, Xiong Ba was naturally the victor.

Thus.

Sword Saint, in his soul state, announced in a resonant voice, "I have kept everyone waiting. I have a sword here and would like to seek Gang Leader Xiong’s guidance!"

In an instant.

The World’s First Building erupted with golden light!

Everyone was blinded by the brilliant radiance and could not open their eyes.

Beneath the golden glow, everyone’s bodies froze in place. They could only watch helplessly as Sword Saint flew toward Xiong Ba, using his fingers as a sword and stabbing at the man’s vital point.

Xiong Ba was shocked and enraged, but his body would not obey him. He could only watch powerlessly as Sword Saint struck him.

Unprecedented terror arose in Xiong Ba’s heart.

Am I going to die?

The current situation of the world was already in his hands. Xiong Ba found it impossible to accept that he was about to die.

Outside the Underworld Society.

Several figures silently appeared near Sword Saint’s true body.

There was an old acquaintance, Jian Chen.

There was also an adorable young girl.

And… a cold young man with an irritated expression and an instant-noodle hairstyle.

Just from his appearance, Chu Yang could guess that the young man was Bu Jingyun, while the girl was Chuchu.

"Has Senior Sword Saint already unleashed Sword Twenty-Three?"

Jian Chen noticed Sword Saint’s strange posture and could not help asking Chu Yang.

"What are you here for?"

Chu Yang asked in return.

"My master feared that if Senior Sword Saint lost, Xiong Ba might vent his anger on the people of Invincible Citadel. So he sent me here to act as a mediator."

Although Jian Chen disliked Chu Yang, he still maintained the proper respect. After all, the other man was an expert who could be mentioned in the same breath as his master.

"Why are you telling him all that? Move aside! Only I can take Xiong Ba’s life!"

Bu Jingyun clearly knew about Sword Twenty-Three. Afraid that Sword Saint would truly kill Xiong Ba and leave him unable to avenge himself, he rushed anxiously toward Sword Saint’s true body.

"I’ve been sick of you for a long time. You’re just as annoying as that pig teammate Star-Lord!"

If not for Bu Jingyun, Xiong Ba would have been dead long ago. He had forcibly dragged out so many later events. Just like Star-Lord, he was a top-tier war criminal.

Chu Yang showed no mercy as he kicked him in the face.

Bu Jingyun raised his sword to block, but the next instant, both man and sword were sent flying. He passed out on the stairs.