Chapter 467: Luoyang Returns the Sword

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Xu Fengnian pointed at the blue-robed swordsman leading his horse down the street and smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, that should be Song Nianqing from the East Yue Sword Pond."

Luoyang calmly asked, "So what?"

Fearing she wouldn't take it seriously and underestimate the martial arts masters of the world, Xu Fengnian patiently smiled and explained, "This fellow isn't some fame-seeking swordsman. His Zhixuan (Profound Finger) realm in swordsmanship is far more substantial than that of those 'Ox-nosed' Daoist priests. He's one of the few grandmasters of the sword in Liyang. Furthermore, Song Nianqing combines martial arts with scholarly knowledge, proficient in the doctrines of the three religions, not just a brutish strongman. He'll certainly be difficult to deal with in a fight. Excluding hidden sparring, since becoming the head of Sword Pond at a young age, Song Nianqing has made nineteen known moves in the past sixty years, each time changing swords and techniques. On one occasion, he even brought twelve swords to compete with Wang Xianzhi in Wudi City. Of course, he didn't win, but I heard that fight was incredibly grand. In today's martial arts world, Wudang's Wang Xiaoping, Longhu Mountain's Qi Xianxia, and the Wu Family's Sword Crown Wu Liuding are probably all slightly inferior to him for now. Don't take this lightly. This time, the elder has brought a full fourteen swords, clearly intending to fight with his life. After losing to Wang Xianzhi, he's been in seclusion for years, so his realm must have improved significantly. Pay attention; don't treat him like some nobody."

As a result, Luoyang choked Xu Fengnian with a single sentence: "Can he compare to Deng Taia?"

A red-robed shadowy entity, sensitive and telepathic, hovered nearby. Xu Fengnian's senses were exceptionally clear, yet for some reason, he didn't detect the presence of Liu Haoshi. Could it be that this old dog of the Zhao family thought Song Nianqing alone would be enough to kill him?

The Wu Family Sword Tomb and the East Yue Sword Pond have never been regarded as typical martial arts factions. This is partly because few individuals from either group venture into the Jianghu (martial arts world), and partly because these two towering pillars of the sword world are simply too high to reach. Even a top-tier sect like Kuiaxue Mountain Villa, preeminent in its prefecture, would only be able to submit to these two titans. After the "Nine Swords Breaking Ten Thousand Cavalry" event, the Wu Family Sword Tomb declined from its peak, while the East Yue Sword Pond has always sought to surpass the Wu family, whose family knowledge was renowned as the world's finest swordsmanship. They even went so far as to actively flirt with the Liyang imperial court. A clear example of this was Li Yibai, a rising star of the Sword Pond's younger generation, appearing at Kuiaxue Mountain Villa with eighteen sword-servants to promote Yanbao. Xu Fengnian has always had a poor impression of Sword Pond, but his view of Li Yibai was decent. During his first journey into the Jianghu, he once observed a kind-hearted man acting heroically from a distance. The man's movements were simple and unflashy. At the time, Xu Fengnian didn't think it was particularly profound swordsmanship, only that the fellow had impressive skills and no pretense. He only later learned that this man was a swordsmanship prodigy expected to take the top seat at Sword Pond. Therefore, when he caused trouble at Kuiaxue Mountain Villa this time, he only targeted Chuntie Caotang and Yanbao. Li Yibai's master, the current patriarch of the East Yue Sword Pond, Song Nianqing, has left Sword Pond for the first time in nearly thirty years, bringing with him fourteen famous swords. It seems he will not rest until he takes Xu Fengnian's head.

Xu Fengnian quietly asked, "Why don't you hold back for a bit, and I'll go test his depth?"

Luoyang sneered, "Are you afraid I'll easily kill Song Nianqing, thus 'beating the grass and startling the snake,' making Liu Haoshi hide like a turtle and ruining your 'mantis stalking the cicada' strategy? I'm curious, with your current skill, facing Liu Haoshi is like throwing an egg against a rock. What, you'll get beaten half to death and then expect me to help you again? Let me be clear, if I do help, it will only be to collect your corpse after Liu Haoshi has killed you."

Xu Fengnian grinned and smiled brightly, "I don't have so many calculations. I just feel that if there's a fight, there's no reason for me to hide behind."

Luoyang tsk-tsked, "I remember now, someone outside Dunhuang City once guarded the city gate with a single sword, blocking hundreds of cavalry, and then swaggered into the city. What an impressive display!"

Xu Fengnian shamelessly replied, "A hero doesn't boast of past glories. Why bring that up?"

Outside the window, armored cavalry galloped by in formation, dispersing the citizens without explanation, herding them all towards the city gates. At first, some wealthy gentry and scholars cursed, but they were immediately struck down by the cavalry commanders with the butts of their iron spears and dragged away like dead dogs. Many citizens sheltering in their homes also couldn't escape, being driven in groups towards the city gates on a bitterly cold winter's day. Even members of prominent clans and gentry among the neighbors weren't spared. After joining the crowd, they initially thought of causing a disturbance together, but when they saw the officials from the prefectural and county yamen also among the fleeing populace, they lost the courage to cause trouble. Before long, the area around the inn became virtually a ghost town. The inn's patrons had already fled, and the proprietor, ignoring the debts owed by some scoundrels, hastily left with his family. Some local hooligans tried to fish in troubled waters, planning to pilfer antiques, trinkets, gold, and silver from wealthy homes while the city was empty. However, patrol cavalry dispatched from outside the city encountered them and executed them on the spot. A few nimble ruffians, realizing the danger, tried to scale walls and escape, but were immediately shot dead by arrows, turning them into hedgehogs. For a time, panic spread, with no one knowing what calamity had befallen them. Everyone wondered if war was breaking out again. Old people who had lived through the Spring and Autumn Wars were terrified, shedding bitter tears, and women and children accompanying their elders also cried incessantly.

The pedestrians on the street scattered like birds and beasts, making the blue-robed elder, carrying a large bundle of swords on his horse, even more conspicuous. As Xu Fengnian stood up and looked towards the street, the elder also looked up. After their eyes met, Song Nianqing acted decisively. Without a word, he loosened the horse's reins, drew a long sword from the horse's back, and lightly traced a semi-arc towards the second floor of the inn.

As Song Nianqing unleashed his first sword, Xu Fengnian leaped high, gripping a beam with one hand. Luoyang, seated in her chair, demonstrated a level of mastery far exceeding his, remaining perfectly still. The semi-circular sword aura sliced through the inn's outer wall as if cutting tofu, heading straight for Luoyang.

Luoyang gently pushed the glazed cup with one finger, sliding it forward a mere inch across the tabletop.

The person, table, and chair, like a fish slicing through ripples, forced the fierce sword aura to slide away to both sides.

This wisp of sword energy, after cutting through the inn's back wall, continued to pierce the sky for over ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), slowly dissipating only then.

Half of the inn slanted and collapsed, with tiles and broken wood scattering several zhang away from Luoyang. Xu Fengnian, of course, didn't fall with the collapsing inn; he released the beam and landed beside Luoyang, glancing at the speechless woman, truly at a loss for words. Xu Fengnian could have resisted Song Nianqing's probing sword directly, though certainly not with Luoyang's effortless ease. Furthermore, Song Nianqing's first sword was more an inquiry of courtesy than a direct attack, typical of Sword Pond's tradition of 'courtesy before force' when welcoming guests. After reaching the Zhixuan realm, one's control over 'qi' is vastly superior to the Vajra realm. It's like Zhao Ningshen playing the flute by Spring God Lake, using the varying intensity of the flute sounds to discern the cultivation levels of others. This was the same trick. Only Luoyang dared to openly confront Song Nianqing's first sword. After Song Nianqing's first strike, if the opponent resisted forcefully, he couldn't precisely determine their exact cultivation depth, but he could clearly know their approximate level, which would then inform his subsequent second and third strikes, ensuring they would not be below that level, further aiding his 'sword heart transparency.'

The inn was now like a simple, exposed tavern, revealing the man standing and the woman sitting on the second floor.

As rumored, Song Nianqing sheathed his sword immediately after his strike, placing one hand on another sword's scabbard, and loudly asked, "This old man is Song Nianqing of the East Yue Sword Pond. May I ask who is upstairs?"

The venerable grandmaster's solemn inquiry was, naturally, not directed at the widely known Crown Prince. In the martial arts world, both masters and novices, when sparring or clashing, often have a habit of inquiring about backgrounds: what's their nickname, which school they hail from, what's their family history. This isn't a superfluous gesture. Excluding those greenhorns who like to give themselves impressive but meaningless nicknames, who can be ignored, it's rare for other Jianghu figures to have a truly distinguished nickname. These are earned through skill, effort, and wealth. Everyone in the Jianghu is, in a way, a colleague, whether seeking a livelihood or just a reputation. It's generally not wrong to be amicable. When facing well-established figures, most are unwilling to deeply offend them. Thus, many conflicts and provocations in the martial arts world that start with a disagreement often resolve peacefully after names are exchanged, even without a single blow struck, yet still called "acquaintances forged through combat." The popular figures in the Jianghu are certainly the old hands adept at navigating all sides, while hotheads, even with decent cultivation, often suffer many unnecessary setbacks because they don't understand the principle of "giving face to the monk for the Buddha's sake." Many promising young martial artists, being single-minded, incur the wrath of powerful and wealthy factions without knowing when to advance or retreat, ultimately dying without even knowing why. Song Nianqing, a prominent figure among the world's sword masters, was no exception. The seemingly young woman in white truly startled him. When did Liyang gain such a formidable, hidden woman?

Xu Fengnian scoffed, "She's my friend, so what?"

Luoyang eyed Xu Fengnian askance. How could she not know the little schemes brewing in his mind? If she were to directly reveal her identity, Song Nianqing, no matter how arrogant or confident in his power, would likely have to reconsider, and then this fellow's cunning plan might not play out as he wished.

Xu Fengnian continued his one-man show, "Hey, Song! If you're so capable, try climbing up here. Don't try to get familiar with us. Back then, you carried twelve swords to Wudi City and still returned empty-handed and dejected. What difference do two more swords make today? If you've got the guts, use all fourteen swords! I'm telling you right now, we'll take every single one of them!"

Luoyang calmly asked, "Aren't you bored? Aren't you embarrassed?"

Xu Fengnian turned his head and chuckled quietly, "It's not easy to latch onto the leg of the demonic path's number one. Let me show off a bit."

Song Nianqing, however, was not angered by Xu Fengnian's frivolous words. His mind was as calm as an ancient well. He didn't respond to Xu Fengnian directly, merely lightly tapped a sword scabbard. This time, his hand didn't grasp the sword; instead, he commanded it to fly twenty zhang away, its sword aura several times stronger than the first. The sword tip slightly lifted, sweeping diagonally towards Xu Fengnian on the second floor.

Luoyang stood up. She clearly had no patience to sit and wait for those dozen swords. She leaped down from the inn, brushed past the flying sword, then grasped its hilt. The long sword vibrated ceaselessly, its hum audible throughout the city.

Song Nianqing grasped the third sword hanging on his horse's back. Far from panicking because his drawn sword was seized by Luoyang, he smiled knowingly. This sword was named 'Bai Shou' (White Head), implying that people, though growing old and white-haired, often cannot escape separation. The sword and its aura separate upon being drawn, and breaking only one does not affect the overall situation. Song Nianqing's second sword was originally aimed at Xu Fengnian himself, but the sword aura was drawn towards the imposing and valiant woman in white. Moreover, with 'Bai Shou,' even if the blade and its aura separate, their connection remains. If Xu Fengnian were to hastily attack the long sword with any blow or 'qi,' that force would be transferred to the sword aura. This was the true subtlety of the 'Bai Shou' sword. The same principle applied if one first detected the sword aura and attempted to block it.

Luoyang clenched her five fingers abruptly. The long sword in her hand instantly ceased its wailing, its perfect sword embryo completely shattered. Yet, her fierce move only served to fuel the hidden sword aura.

Xu Fengnian only realized the subtle complexity when the sword aura suddenly closed in, letting out a curse. He wasn't cursing Song Nianqing's cunning but rather Luoyang's deliberate trickery, as eight flying swords emerged from his sleeve to form a lightning pool.

The woman, who had just played a trick on Xu Fengnian, subtly curved her lips upward. She lightly landed, holding the now lifeless long sword inverted, and ran towards Song Nianqing.

The sword aura in her hand surged, extending over ten zhang horizontally, thick as a bowl, like the tail of a comet, radiating an overwhelming presence.

Song Nianqing's heart jolted. He had initially only held one sword in his right hand, but he immediately added another.

Luoyang, holding the long sword inverted, released the hilt, throwing both the sword and its aura at Song Nianqing. It was more like a smash.

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