“Sword intent summons and controls swords.”
Wen Hu Jiu drained a whole bottle of wine before he could barely accept the fact that his nephew was a sword-path prodigy. He exclaimed in astonishment, “Your sword-control technique is truly extraordinary, far surpassing even the sword-control technique of that peerless city. It’s simply amazing.”
There are different kinds of sword-control techniques in the world.
The most supreme sword-control method is to use sword intent to control swords, with heart and sword in sync. It's a technique that is unmatched in the world, with the peerless city not producing anyone who has mastered it in a hundred years.
Mid-level sword-control techniques rely on extraordinary cultivation methods, such as using the wind to control swords or using swordsmanship to guide them. While these are called sword-control, they are essentially sword-using. Most sword immortal-level cultivators can master them.
Low-level techniques are simply inferior and not worth mentioning.
“逍遥 Heaven Realm, sword intent can control a thousand swords. You, kid, are going to make your peers very miserable.” Wen Hu Jiu took a deep look at Wen Nan Tian and burst into laughter. He was both shocked and delighted by his nephew's strength.
He was eager to see how the younger generation would be defeated by his nephew.
That scene would be spectacular!
It's just that...
Wen Hu Jiu glanced at his young nephew Bai Li Dong Jun, who was looking at Wen Nan Tian with adoration, and sighed inwardly. This nephew wasn't simple either. He was born with a martial vein, a natural talent for martial arts!
In his opinion, Bai Li Dong Jun could achieve even greater heights than Wen Nan Tian if he were to seriously pursue martial arts.
But now, it was a shame!
After a moment of contemplation, Wen Hu Jiu seemed to think of something and leaned in close to Wen Nan Tian, asking mysteriously, “Kid, tell your second uncle in secret, when will you become a sword immortal?”
His words were like someone asking Huo Yuan Jia, “When will you be the first in Tianjin?”
“Maybe this year, maybe next year!”
Wen Nan Tian paused for a moment, giving Wen Hu Jiu an unexpected answer.
This year, or next year??
Wen Hu Jiu stopped drinking and asked with a serious expression, “Are you serious?”
“Of course!”
Wen Nan Tian smiled confidently. His progress in emulating the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai A had unlocked another 1% today, bringing it to 16%. He was not far from becoming a sword immortal.
“Good, you have ambition.”
Wen Hu Jiu praised him loudly. Then he changed the subject, chuckling, “If you’re confident in becoming a sword immortal within a year, then I won’t go back. Otherwise, my father will break my legs.”
It was clear that he was genuinely afraid of Wen Nan Tian’s grandfather, Wen Lin.
But Wen Nan Tian looked at Wen Hu Jiu with a strange expression. Based on his grandfather’s way of thinking, if he became a sword immortal in a year, he would think that his grandson had suffered a lot.
When Wen Hu Jiu returned to the Wen family, it wouldn’t be as simple as broken legs. He would most likely be hung on the Cliff of Reflection and let the wind dry him.
Wen Nan Tian steadied himself and said, “Second Uncle, I think you should be concerned about something else, rather than whether you’ll go back home or not.”
“What?”
“First, Kui Zheng wanted to kill us. Then a group of assassins came. If we weren’t here, what do you think would have happened to Dong Jun?”
“So, what do you mean?”
A cold, murderous intent flashed across Wen Hu Jiu’s face.
“It’s not right to not return the favor. They’ve come to our door, are we going to be docile lambs ready to be slaughtered?” Wen Nan Tian wasn't someone who could be easily manipulated. Anyone would be angry.
The Yan family had gone too far this time.
These were just words, Wen Nan Tian's true intention remained unchanged. Stepping on the Yan family or the Gu family to gain fame was just a matter of convenience, after all, Bai Li Dong Jun didn't get a single hair hurt.
Wen Hu Jiu pondered for a moment. When his gaze fell on Bai Li Dong Jun, who had been enjoying the show but suddenly found himself the center of attention, he immediately put on a pitiful expression.
He was who? The young master of the Marquis of the West, the little tyrant of Qian Dong City!
He had always been lawless!
When had he ever been bullied like this?
His cousin wanted to stand up for him, so Bai Li Dong Jun was naturally eager to cooperate.
Wen Hu Jiu ignored his nephew’s clumsy acting. After thinking for a moment, he nodded, “You’re right. I’ll go poison the whole Yan family tonight.”
“And kill Yan Bie Tian while I’m at it.”
Wen Nan Tian’s heart skipped a beat. Could this backfire?
He had already planned it. He would strike on the day the Gu and Yan families got married, when all the influential people of the Southwest Dao were gathered, and raise his reputation by striking a blow.
If Wen Hu Jiu made the first move, what would the Yan family have left to do? They would be mourning Yan Bie Tian’s death.
“Second Uncle, the Yan family isn’t worth your trouble,” Wen Nan Tian said in a flattering tone, putting on an act like he was going to fight for his cousin. He wanted to let his unsuspecting cousin be moved by his heroic intentions.
Even Wen Hu Jiu was persuaded by Wen Nan Tian.
“Good. On the day the Yan and Gu families get married, your second uncle will be there to support you. Don’t worry, anyone above the level of the Great Xiaoyao who dares to attack, I’ll kill them all,” Wen Hu Jiu patted his chest, promising to let Wen Nan Tian have his fun.
“Me too, me too.”
Bai Li Dong Jun waved his hands excitedly. As the little tyrant of Qian Dong City, he wasn’t interested in anything else. He excelled at causing trouble.
“Go, go, go.”
“If I go to the Yan and Gu family’s wedding, it’ll be an unforgiving feud. What are you going to do there? Go play in the mud.” Wen Nan Tian waved him away in disgust. He couldn't even fight, what was he going to do? If he ended up getting beaten, he would have to pull him out to save him.
Bai Li Dong Jun retorted indignantly, “I have Bai Liu!”
“If you encounter a strong fighter, your Bai Liu will be turned into snake soup in a minute.” Wen Nan Tian rolled his eyes. That white glass lizard was given to Bai Li Dong Jun by Wen Lin because he didn't want it when he was younger. It was at most an Earthly Realm beast, and any Earthly Realm fighter could kill it.
It was better to give Bai Li Dong Jun some poison pills for protection than to rely on Bai Liu.
“We’ll talk about your business later.”
Wen Nan Tian stopped Bai Li Dong Jun, who was trying to get back into the conversation. He smiled at the doorway and said, “Someone has been eavesdropping for quite a while. Why not come in and have a seat?”
As soon as he said that, a figure emerged from the shadows outside the Dong Gui Tavern.
Seeing the familiar soft armor and the same Yan family attire as the assassins brought by Yan Qian Sui, Bai Li Dong Jun thought it was another Yan family assassin and pointed at him, shouting, “Cousin, there’s another escapee! Quick, shout ‘Sword, come’ and stab him!”
The newcomer panicked and quickly said, “Wait, don’t get me wrong, don’t get me wrong.”
“Sword, come your head! Come.”
Wen Nan Tian gave him a slap.
Was this kid treating him like a clown?
“He shouldn't be a Yan family person.” Wen Hu Jiu looked at the man and sniffed, “Gunpowder? Someone from the Lei Gate?”
The newcomer nodded, immediately tearing off his mask and revealing his identity, “My name is Lei Meng Sha. I pay my respects to Senior Wen Hu Jiu!” “And to this young brother, I’m not a Yan family person. I just borrowed this outfit to wear.”
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