For Ye Feng…
This world held no attachments or burdens for him, unlike other transmigrators who had families, relatives, or bitter grudges from the past.
Ye Feng simply wished to follow his heart.
If there was anything he truly desired…
It was to see if the world’s greatest city truly lived up to its grandeur, or if the Yue sisters were as beautiful as he imagined, or if the future Snow Moon Sword Immortal possessed unparalleled talent…
After leaving Chai Sang City, Ye Feng and the other two rode their horses at full speed. Along the way, they encountered various martial arts figures. Most of them were lone swordsmen on horseback, while others traveled in grand style, with carriages guarded by nearly a hundred men.
These sights filled Ye Feng with envy, like a flock of a million sheep!
“Judging by the looks of it, there must be at least a few thousand martial arts practitioners heading for the Named Sword Manor…”
“This is nothing. Our Thunder Gate’s Hero Banquet is far grander than this sword competition!”
Lei Meng Sha spoke with pride, his gaze fixed on the distance. A large group of martial artists galloped towards them, with a flag bearing two large characters - ‘无双’ (Wu Shuang) - on their carriage.
“I didn’t expect the Wu Shuang City to be here as well.”
Luo Xuan’s face darkened slightly, and he sighed, “I fear many will leave empty-handed this time.”
“Others may not, but we definitely won’t be!”
Lei Meng Sha held immense confidence in Luo Xuan. Turning to Ye Feng, he said, “In my opinion, with your swordsmanship, Ye brother, obtaining a Cloud Heaven Sword should be a piece of cake…”
“I have no intention of acquiring a sword.”
Ye Feng shook his head, a smile playing on his lips, “With so many martial arts practitioners here, it’s a perfect opportunity to become famous throughout the world!”
“Of course!”
Lei Meng Sha nodded in agreement, then his eyes widened with fear as he looked at Ye Feng, “That, Ye brother, how do you intend to become famous?”
“The Sword Competition, naturally by sword!”
Ye Feng raised his sword-like brows.
“Then there’s no problem.”
Lei Meng Sha breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about their time together, as long as Ye Feng didn’t rely on words, all should be well.
Upon reaching the foot of a mountain, a young servant approached them to take their horses, respectfully asking, “Do the three of you have invitations?”
“No invitations.”
Lei Meng Sha tossed a token to the servant, “Will this do?”
“Certainly…”
The servant took the token, glanced at it, and immediately handed it back to Lei Meng Sha with a bow, “Please come in.”
“The Sword Competition isn’t open to everyone. An invitation can take years to acquire in the martial arts world, but…”
Noticing Ye Feng’s gaze, Luo Xuan explained with a smile, “Lei Er has the Thunder Manor’s token. When a major sect like the Thunder Manor graces the event, the Named Sword Manor naturally wouldn’t refuse.”
Ye Feng nodded.
“It seems our Burning Ink Lord has quite the influence, haha!”
Lei Meng Sha placed a hand on Ye Feng’s shoulder, and as they ascended the mountain, he began his usual boisterous chatter, “Ye brother, you’re quite young, I presume this is your first time visiting the Named Sword Manor?”
“Look at that mountain, covered in swords, it’s a true mountain of swords!”
“And look at the martial arts practitioners at the foot of the mountain, no matter their identities outside, here, they all have one identity…”
“Yes, I know…”
Ye Feng nodded, calmly replying, “They’re all sword practitioners, right, Uncle Lei?”
Lei Meng Sha: “？？？!”
Luo Xuan: “！！！”
【Ding! From…】
“Ahahaha, sword practitioners, sword practitioners, they’re all sword practitioners!!!”
Lei Meng Sha felt countless murderous gazes converging on him, breaking out in a cold sweat. He dragged Ye Feng hastily up the mountain, fearing they might be surrounded…
They hadn’t gone far when they overheard a group of martial arts practitioners whispering.
“Look at that man, his robe says ‘Poison You to Death’, he’s Wen Hu Jiu of the Southern Ling Wen family!”
“Isn’t he the one who poisoned an entire city?”
“They say he’s the next head of the Wen family.”
“Why is he here at the Named Sword Manor?”
“You don’t know? He was the famed ‘Poisonous Swordsman’ years ago.”
“A man who coated his sword in poison!”
“…”
“My fate is in my hands, not in heaven’s! I will first slay the Bodhisattva, then the immortal!”
Wen Hu Jiu turned around, a seemingly friendly smile on his face as he greeted the martial artists who were discussing him, “You’re not mistaken, I am Wen Hu Jiu, known in the martial arts world as the Poisonous Bodhisattva…”
“Everyone, please…”
Before he could finish the word ‘welcome’, in a blink of an eye, the group of martial artists fled, leaving only Lei Meng Sha and Ye Feng behind.
“Hahahahahaha.”
Bai Li Dong Jun patted his thigh as he laughed wildly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up when he saw Ye Feng and Lei Meng Sha, “Brother Ye, Brother Lei, are you both here to participate in the Sword Competition?”
“Little Brother Bai Li, Senior Wen!”
After exchanging greetings, Lei Meng Sha said, “I’m here with Ye brother for the fun of it. It’s that scoundrel Luo Xuan who wants a good sword. Hmm? Where’s Luo Xuan? Why are you hiding so far away?!”
Turning around, Lei Meng Sha realized Luo Xuan was about thirty paces away from them. Seeing Wen Hu Jiu and Bai Li Dong Jun, he quickly approached.
“Is the Clear Song Lord avoiding me?”
Wen Hu Jiu, having just failed to show off, pretended to be displeased and asked Luo Xuan.
“Senior Wen is joking…”
Luo Xuan shifted his gaze to Ye Feng, a wry smile on his face.
“It seems I was mistaken!”
Wen Hu Jiu instantly understood, his eyes brightening, “I didn’t realize, Brother Ye Feng, that you’re also a master of poisons. May I inquire about your teacher?”
Ye Feng replied without hesitation, “Zu An!”
Wen Hu Jiu: “？？？!”
Everyone: “…”
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