The sword of Tian Jue Ming is here

This place was several miles away from the small city, a desolate wilderness with no one around.

Only Han Yi and the Fisherman were present.

When the Fisherman spoke, his question was naturally directed at Han Yi.

When a strong individual asks, how could one dare not to answer?

Han Yi’s scalp immediately tingled.

But his life was at stake, and he absolutely dared not to disobey the other party. He reluctantly flew closer, landed on the ground, bowed his head, and saluted, “Greetings, Senior.”

However, the Fisherman did not fall for his act.

Frowning, he asked again, “You, where are you from?”

Han Yi’s heart immediately pounded to its extreme, and his head felt like it was about to explode.

It was clear that his evasive answer had already annoyed the other party!

As the saying goes, ‘third time’s the charm’—if his next answer still didn’t satisfy the other party, he might be directly decapitated!

But he had been tracking his inner Luck and seeking his own Opportunity.

How could such a thing be told to others?

Although this Senior’s cultivation was unfathomable, he might not covet his Heavenly Fortune Scripture.

If he told the truth, he would likely not escape the fate of having his soul searched and taken.

It seemed no matter what, it was a dead end!

Han Yi’s mind raced, and in an instant, he thought of an ambiguous answer.

Seeing that the other party’s expression seemed a bit impatient, Han Yi steeled his heart and could only bite the bullet and say, “Junior came to pursue something.”

“Following its traces for thousands of miles, I arrived here, but it lost its whereabouts and could no longer be found.”

He then lowered his head, awaiting his fate.

However, this eccentric strong individual did not blame him.

After a long silence, his tone was somewhat dazed as he said, “So you also lost something?”

“Also?”

Upon hearing this word, Han Yi immediately realized his glimmer of hope and quickly nodded, “Exactly. This item is very important to me, so I have traveled through mountains and rivers, and I must find it. However, fate does not always align with one's wishes…”

The Old Fisherman’s tone became less indifferent.

He looked at Han Yi and nodded in agreement, “Precious things must be well-kept. Once lost, it’s troublesome to find them again.”

“I don’t know how long I’ve been looking, and I still haven’t found it.”

Han Yi naturally dared not ask what the Old Fisherman had lost.

At this moment, seeing that he had temporarily saved his life, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He dared not randomly interject, only saying, “Senior’s lesson is right.”

Then he lowered his head and remained silent, no longer thinking about any Opportunity, only praying that the Old Fisherman would leave quickly.

However, something that made his heart stop happened again.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the other party say, “You, do not move!”

Han Yi’s body suddenly froze.

Believing that he would ultimately not escape the other party’s poisonous hand, at that moment, many past scenes flashed through his mind.

There was the ecstasy of discovering the Heavenly Fortune Scripture in an ancient ruin when he first entered the Qi Refinement Stage.

There was the pain of several Foundation Establishment failures due to Luck backlash from cultivating this scripture.

There was also his spirited confidence after miraculously escaping from the exotic beast Small World and successfully achieving Foundation Establishment, feeling that the world was vast and he could go anywhere.

…

“Am I going to die?”

Han Yi thought to himself.

Just as he was in despair, the Old Fisherman frowned and said, “No wonder you can’t find your item; so you were being watched?”

He saw him gently wave his hand, as if cutting off something.

Death did not come; instead, Han Yi felt a release in his heart.

It was as if a long-existing shackles on his body had suddenly disappeared.

“Being watched, what does that mean?”

Han Yi was first a little confused, then startled.

“Was I also being monitored?”

“No wonder I’ve always felt that things weren’t going smoothly. So my every move was under someone else’s control?”

Recalling the scene of himself monitoring Mortals in the small city.

Han Yi’s forehead instantly streamed with cold sweat.

“Who was it?”

“When?”

Faces flashed through Han Yi’s mind one by one.

Each seemed very suspicious, but none quite fit.

“You young people…” The Fisherman shook his head repeatedly, seeing Han Yi’s pale and frightened expression.

“When you are alone and away from home, you must be careful in everything. Being watched for so long, haven’t all your secrets been seen through?”

“Perhaps the item you’re looking for has already been stolen,” the Old Fisherman said, looking disappointed.

“But you can’t be blamed…” Suddenly, the Fisherman’s tone changed.

He frowned slightly and looked up at the sky.

“The people in this place have some very bad habits.”

Squinting his eyes, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was somewhat solemn.

“Senior, save me!”

Perhaps it was the Old Fisherman’s “kind” demeanor, like an old man next door, that made Han Yi relax.

Or perhaps it was the shock of the fact that he had been constantly monitored without his knowledge.

Han Yi was flustered at this moment and actually knelt directly before the Fisherman, kowtowing for help.

“Save you?”

The Fisherman was also a bit confused by Han Yi’s meaning.

“You don’t have to worry; that person has already been severely taught a lesson by me and can no longer see you.”

Han Yi was overjoyed upon hearing this.

“May I ask, Senior, who was the person monitoring me, and what did he look like?”

The Fisherman looked a bit troubled: “It was too far, and this old man’s eyesight isn’t very good, so I couldn’t see clearly…”

“It’s fine; please help me identify them, Senior.” Han Yi, grasping at a straw, felt that if he didn’t figure out who was monitoring him, he would likely suffer from sleepless nights and find it difficult to cultivate peacefully in the future.

So he used a water mirror spell to reproduce some of the key suspicious individuals he had encountered over the years.

“Senior, just…”

Han Yi was about to speak but suddenly felt an unusual atmosphere in the air.

When he turned to look, he immediately felt a bad premonition.

It turned out that in his momentary panic, he had also drawn the scene of the Azure Wind Trapped Sword he had seen above the Congyun Sea.

And at this moment, this Old Fisherman was staring intently at that image.

“Oh no, the external features of the heaven and earth spirit are so obvious; could he have recognized it?”

Han Yi suddenly regretted it.

“Sword…”

However, what the Old Fisherman cared about was not the heaven and earth spirit at all.

“Sword?”

Han Yi’s gaze also fell on the broken sword trapped by Qing Feng.

“I don’t know how long I’ve been looking, and I still haven’t found it…”

The words the Old Fisherman had spoken not long ago were still vivid in his mind.

“Could it be…”

A terrifying thought couldn’t help but surface in Han Yi’s mind.

Before he could react, he felt the Fisherman’s cloudy gaze turn towards him.

The next moment, Han Yi felt himself swallowed by a black void.