novelraw Chapter 385 387 You Don't Understand, Don't Talk [10/10]
Chapter 385 387 You Don't Understand, Don't Talk [10/10]
In the late afternoon, the blazing sun made even the seawater feel scorching hot. Yang City Port should have been deserted at this time, but today was an exception, as the place was surprisingly teeming with people. Most of them were not ordinary citizens; some hailed from various Jianghu sects, some from the Five Surnames and Seven Families, and there were also the wealthy and influential, such as Yun Ma, Wang Dawan, and Wang Congming. They too had arrived. As rich individuals, they were, of course, aware of the happenings in the Martial Arts World. Normally, whether to watch a duel or not didn't matter to them, but when the Sword Saint from Fusang came to challenge the martial artists of Dragon Country, they felt compelled to come.
Numerous journalists were incessantly taking photographs. They knew their papers were mostly deemed nonsense by the public, with some even being confiscated by officials, but they continued to photograph, documenting the pivotal moments of the Jianghu.
The Sword Saint from Fusang had arrived in Yang City at around six in the morning. However, before he could even step off his raft and onto the port, challengers began to approach him. Now, one hundred and thirty-six people lay dead, and the authorities had cordoned off the area, keen on keeping the common folk from learning about Jianghu affairs.
The Jianghu practitioners were in disarray.
"Are we really so inept that we must call upon the Martial Emperor to intervene?"
"No! Our family paid a hefty price to keep the Martial Emperor from intervening so that we could have the first chance. If we defeat the Sword Saint from Fusang, the glory will be ours."
Every young martial practitioner had their fists tightly clenched, unwilling to back down. They hoped it would be their family, their sect, that defeated the Sword Saint from Fusang—not the Martial Emperor, Wu Tian! After all, to ensure Wu Tian would not act and would grant them this opportunity, every family and every sect had paid a steep price.
"Look, that's Feng Guangyang from the Huashan Sect, a preeminent figure from sixty years ago. It's said that few could match his swordsmanship; only the Black and White Twin Swords could defeat him. After he went into seclusion, the Sword Emperor's blade was considered number one."
"And look over there… that's Mr. Bai Weide from the Snow Mountain Sect. I heard he excels in several disciplines. After the Sword Emperor's death, he was hailed as a great hero, a powerful champion, a grand knight, and a Great Grandmaster—the best in swordsmanship, hand-to-hand combat, Inner Strength, and Hidden Weapons, second only to the Martial Emperor and the Seven Saints of Dragon Country!"
"And, and look! It's Wang Renjie, from the legitimate line of the Taiyuan Wang family. He was once the Sword Emperor's top strategist. After the Sword Emperor was gone, he returned to his family. Some say the future of the Jianghu will be an era of the Martial Emperor in the south and Renjie in the north. That's him! Although he's still far from the Martial Emperor's level, many believe Wang Renjie will catch up."
These young martial practitioners were the most well-informed. Lacking any significant talent themselves, they often just gathered to gossip. When they saw someone famous—either currently or in the past—arrive, they would erupt with excitement and surprise.
In the Jianghu, when one famous person dies, another emerges! This was an ironclad rule.
The arrival of these figures brought joy to many martial practitioners, who were relieved that someone who could finally deal with the Sword Saint from Fusang had appeared.
"None of you are my match. To fight me is to court death," the Sword Saint from Fusang declared, unwilling to waste his time or have his Demonic Blades drink the blood of too many weaklings. "You might as well call out your Martial Emperor. He is my sole target."
His words were met with discontent.
Feng Guangyang, now in his nineties, his white beard fluttering in the wind, sighed. "My sword was already famous back when you were still drinking your mother's milk."
Bai Weide snorted coldly. "The arrogant rarely meet a good end."
Standing beside Feng Guangyang and Bai Weide, Wang Renjie smiled faintly. "Seniors, please allow this junior to make the first move. If I am not up to the task, then you may take my place."
"Unacceptable!" Feng Guangyang and Bai Weide refused in unison.
The Huashan Sect and the Snow Mountain Sect had fallen into decline. No matter how hard they tried, they struggled to restore their sects' former glory. The arrival of the Sword Saint from Fusang was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How could they possibly hand it over to someone else?
Wu Tian and the little one had already arrived by car. As the Martial Emperor, he had no trouble getting past the official blockades. Now at the port, Wu Tian remained in his car, simply observing the scene through the window.
When he considered getting out, the little one stopped him. "Dad, you have to understand," she exclaimed, "the ones who go first usually meet a miserable end. The real hero always makes their entrance last."
Wu Tian nodded, feeling his daughter's words were quite sensible.
He scanned the crowd. He could already tell that no one here was a match for the Sword Saint from Fusang. The man's cultivation had already reached the peak of the Innate realm, and the three Demonic Blades at his waist emitted an evil aura invisible to the naked eye. If those three blades were to be unsheathed, the Sword Saint would become a Sword Slave, instantly possessing power equivalent to the Enlightenment Realm of Cultivation.
Qi Refinement—Foundation Establishment—Enlightenment!
This was the Third Realm of Cultivation.
The Sword Saint from Fusang could kill everyone here without even drawing his blades.
*How vast was the disparity? Experience it for yourself!*
The arrival of the car was noticed by many, but they didn't pay it much mind, assuming it was just another spectator.
Only Wang Congming recognized it. He turned to Wang Dawan and Yun Ma and said, "Do you guys know? That's Mr. Wu Tian's car. I'm going to go say hello."
Wang Dawan grabbed his impetuous son's arm. "You brat, use your head," he whispered. "The fact that Mr. Wu Tian isn't getting out means he doesn't want to draw attention. Don't go over there."
Wang Congming nodded, but unable to contain his restlessness, he pulled out his phone and sent a WeChat message: "Mr. Wu Tian, what do you think?"
Inside the car, Wu Tian was speechless.
The little one grabbed his phone and started typing a reply: "The people here are no match for this man from Fusang. They're all going to die."
She knew her intuition was right, and she figured her dad must think the same.
Wang Congming stared at the message he received, stunned. Is the Sword Saint from Fusang really that powerful?
Seeing the look on his face, Wang Dawan and Yun Ma asked what was wrong. Wang Congming simply held up his phone to show them the chat history.
The color drained from both of their faces.
Yun Ma, a kind-hearted former teacher, couldn't bear to see more people die at the hands of the Sword Saint. He walked toward Feng Guangyang, Bai Weide, and Wang Renjie without taking the time to think of a tactful way to let them back down with their pride intact.
He got straight to the point. "Gentlemen, I hope you will refrain from competing with the Sword Saint from Fusang—it will only lead to needless casualties!"
All three of them were displeased. You may be rich, but that gives you no right to look down on us!
Feng Guangyang said coldly, "Do you understand the sword?"
Bai Weide added, "If you don't, then keep quiet. This is a battlefield, not a marketplace."
Wang Renjie's tone seemed much more pleasant than that of the two seniors. "Uncle Yun Ma, I greatly admire you for founding the Thousand Miles Corporation, but as for today's matter… well, you don't understand. The Sword Saint from Fusang isn't actually that strong. For daring to step on the soil of our Dragon Country, I will cut him down with my own blade."