“Is… it over?”
“It’s over! The Yan Family… Yan Bie Tian, it’s all over!”
“A Sword Immortal! I thought the world was exaggerating, but now I know I was looking at the sky from the bottom of a well, unaware of its vastness.”
“This battle of Wen Nan Tian will shake the entire land!”
Only a few of those present at the Yan Family and Gu Family wedding banquet had seen Wen Nan Tian with their own eyes. Most had only heard of him. Now, seeing him in person, they realized all the rumors weren’t exaggerations.
No matter how young Wen Nan Tian was, when he raised his hand, borrowed the swords of the entire city of Chai Sang before the eyes of all the heroes, filled the sky with thousands of swords, and destroyed Yan Bie Tian, along with the Yan Family and their supporters –
He was a Sword Immortal!
Standing at the peak of the Southwest Dao, looking down upon the entire land, only a handful of people could stand shoulder to shoulder with him. A true Sword Immortal!
Bai Li Dong Jun, Si Kong Chang Feng, and others were stunned.
Even when Wen Nan Tian walked up to them, they didn’t feel a thing. They just mumbled, trying to speak, but no words came out.
“Greetings, Sword Immortal!”
“Young Master Nan Tian!”
When Wen Nan Tian descended gracefully, his white robes spotless, as if he had just done something insignificant, all the forces of the Southwest Dao, including the Hui Xi Jun, despite any questions or doubts they might have had in their hearts, could only swallow them down and bow respectfully to him.
Many still couldn’t understand it.
How could a young, inexperienced martial artist, a newcomer to the martial world, suddenly become the Sword Immortal who crushed the Yan Family, the dominant force of the Southwest Dao, and made other leaders bow their heads?
A youth barely out of his teens, yet already a Sword Immortal standing at the peak of the martial world, overlooking everyone, a great figure who even someone like Hui Xi Jun had to bow to!
The bizarre combination of these two identities was both shocking and terrifying.
Yes, terrifying.
Many of those who had spoken disrespectfully to Wen Nan Tian when he barged in, refusing to give the Yan Family any face, now had countless images of their own ridicule and mockery flashing through their minds. The more they thought about it, the more scared they became. In the end, they were pale as death, trembling like a sieve.
Outside the Gu Mansion, the eight young masters of Bei Li, standing side-by-side with Gu Jian Men, were a mix of shock, joy, and disbelief.
No one spoke. They were all as silent as death.
After a long time, Lei Meng Sha’s eyes were glazed over as he muttered, “He really did it, with one man and one sword, he defeated the Yan Family, he suppressed all of the Yan Family’s supporters and their secret backers?”
“Is this his true strength?”
Those who hadn’t taken Xie Xuan’s analysis seriously before could only smile wryly, “Now I finally understand what Xie Xuan meant. Maybe his guess was true. To Wen Nan Tian, we are merely scenery in his journey, worth his time to look at, but not worth lingering on.”
“He… is now the number one in the Southwest Dao!”
Yan Liu Li, in her red wedding dress, listened to the conversation around her. She seemed quiet, but her heart was like a stormy sea. Her fingernails dug deep into her palm, but she didn’t feel a thing.
Wen Nan Tian, the Hidden Dragon of the Wen Family!
So this was his confidence?
He didn’t need the Wen Family. He only needed himself and his sword. Without any schemes or tricks, he could forcefully suppress a dominant force like the Yan Family in the Southwest Dao.
What a Wen Nan Tian, what a Sword Immortal!
She slowly closed her eyes and let out a bitter laugh, “Wen Nan Tian, you win.”
Yan Liu Li thought she was the one controlling the game, that in this chess match between the Yan Family and the Gu Family, her brother Yan Bie Tian was destined to be a pawn, and Gu Jian Men could also be turned from a pawn into a discarded piece.
But she never imagined that, despite all her calculations, she had miscalculated one move, and the entire game was lost!
There was someone outside the chessboard who could overturn the table.
“I lost this game fairly.” Yan Liu Li lowered her proud head, bowing to Wen Nan Tian, just like Hui Xi Jun, Bai Wu Xia, and the heads of the other families and sects of the Southwest Dao.
The young talents of the Southwest Dao who had lost to Wen Nan Tian roared in their hearts: I knew it! He wouldn’t lose!
It was just the Yan Family. How could he lose?
He’s Wen Nan Tian, the one we vowed to surpass!
Wait, we will definitely meet at the summit!
Even if you are already a Sword Immortal, we will not give up!
One day, we will surpass you! One day…
Wen Nan Tian, unaware of the aspirations of his little “韭菜” (literally, “scallions”, a slang term for gullible people), finally felt that sense of “Standing at the peak of the world, overlooking all the mountains.”
Out of everyone present, only Gu Jian Men could barely maintain his composure.
He wasn’t close to Wen Nan Tian, and they had an agreement beforehand. But he was still pale in the face:
“At such a young age, he ascended to the throne of the Southwest Dao. Compared to him, not to mention me, even my own brothers would pale in comparison.”
He had always believed he was exceptionally talented.
He thought that apart from his own brothers, there were only a handful of people in his generation who could surpass him. Today, he finally understood what it meant to look at the sky from the bottom of a well, and what it meant for there to be people beyond people.
Compared to Wen Nan Tian, who ascended to the top of the Southwest Dao at the age of seventeen, they still had a long way to go.
Then, someone came to their senses.
“Young Master Wen, the Li Family and the old brand-name Wen Family of Ling Nan have always had a close relationship. If Young Master Nan Tian would be so kind as to grace us with your presence, let this old man show you some hospitality.”
“Sword Immortal Nan Tian, I have heard of your great name for a long time. Now I have the honor to meet you. This is a great blessing.”
“Sword Immortal Senior, my unworthy disciple once sought your instruction…”
One after another, voices of flattery or attempts to curry favor rang out. They scrambled to speak, as if that was the only way to prove their admiration for Wen Nan Tian.
“Please, everyone make way.”
Wen Nan Tian looked around, gave a slight nod to everyone. Though his words were polite, they made those who were flattering and currying favor subconsciously move aside to make a path. His gaze didn’t fall on them, but on Gu Jian Men, whose expression kept changing.
And on Yan Liu Li, in her wedding dress.
“I fulfilled your request.”
“Gu Jian Men, do you remember what I said that day?”
“From now on, the Southwest Dao, I am the number one! You may not have taken it seriously then, but now?” Wen Nan Tian’s lips curled into a light, playful smile. After saying that, he didn’t wait for Gu Jian Men’s answer, he flicked his sword, put away his Tai A sword, and turned to leave.
This scene, this moment, was just like before.
It left Gu Jian Men completely stunned. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from drifting back to that day.
It was the first day Wen Nan Tian came to Chai Sang City.
He barged into the Southwest Dao, a vortex of ruthlessness, with the most domineering and arrogant attitude.
PS: Thank you to all the readers for your support of this new book. I’m working hard on writing more…