“What sect is Zu’an from?”
Mentioning poison, Wen Hu Jiu became excited. Bai Li Dong Jun coughed twice, pointing at his mouth and saying, “Uncle, they are talking about this ‘poison’…”
“Uh…”
Wen Hu Jiu burped, not minding, “I see. That makes sense.”
In Wen Hu Jiu’s opinion, Ye Feng, at such a young age, already possessed such extraordinary swordsmanship. He must have been a young man who spent a long time in the mountains, dedicated to practicing his swordsmanship. It was only natural for his social skills to be lacking.
Since they had met, the five of them set off together, heading up the mountain. They strolled leisurely for half an hour before finally reaching the Mingjian Mountain Villa at the summit.
Ye Feng looked up and saw two broken swords before him.
“Those are the two swords left behind by the Old Sword Immortal. One is called Zhu Long, and the other is called Huo Feng. In their day, they were also among the Top Ten Famous Swords!”
Wen Hu Jiu explained with a touch of nostalgia.
“Why didn’t he pass them on to his successors?”
Bai Li Dong Jun was curious.
“They’re broken.”
Wen Hu Jiu shook his head.
“It seems like they were broken during the defeat…”
“But if they’re broken, why does Mingjian Mountain Villa still place them in such a prominent position?”
Bai Li Dong Jun frowned, puzzled. “Brother Ye, you also practice swordsmanship. Do you know why?”
Hearing this…
Lei Meng Sha and Luo Xuan shivered inexplicably. “Little Bai Li, why are you asking him…”
“I’ve heard this story…”
Ye Feng bowed slightly towards the broken swords as a sign of respect before speaking slowly. “Legend has it that the Old Sword Immortal was already eighty at the time, his vital energy waning…”
“While the Kunlun Sword Immortal was at his peak, unrivaled at the time. So even though the Old Sword Immortal lost, his manner of accepting defeat was also widely circulated in the martial world. He was praised for his magnanimity, second to none, unburdened by empty fame!”
“That’s right.”
Wen Hu Jiu also bowed respectfully, his head lowered in a salute. He exclaimed, “Young brother Ye has such extraordinary talent. Perhaps one day you will reach the same height as the Old Sword Immortal…”
Bai Li Dong Jun, Lei Meng Sha, Luo Xuan, and the surrounding swordsmen also bowed in respect. After bowing, they saw Ye Feng scoff and say, “Senior Wen, are you sure you aren’t insulting me?”
Wen Hu Jiu: “(⊙ω⊙)？！”
Everyone: “…”
【Ding! Emotion value from Wen Hu Jiu +100!】
【Ding! From…】
“Luo Xuan, do you think we can still make it back to the academy alive?”
Lei Meng Sha felt a chill run down his spine, noticing that the surrounding swordsmen were looking at them with hostility.
“Let’s focus on getting out of Mingjian Mountain Villa alive first!”
Luo Xuan smiled and shook his head. “However, there is one thing I agree with Ye Xiaogong on…”
“I know…”
Lei Meng Sha understood instantly. He spoke frankly, “The Old Sword Immortal’s talent was inferior to Ye Laodi’s!”
“Cough, cough!”
Wen Hu Jiu immediately glared at Lei Meng Sha. “If you keep talking nonsense, you’ll be turned into Zhuo Mo Wu Yan, believe me!”
Lei Meng Sha: “╥﹏╥...”
Ye Feng: “…”
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The five of them entered the villa. The spacious courtyard was already filled with tables laden with wine, swordsmen moving about, raising their cups in conversation.
Near the inner hall, a high platform was erected. The platform was empty for now, but everyone knew that soon, many fine swords would be displayed there, for swordsmen to admire or acquire!
“Mr. Wen.”
As the five approached, a sword attendant hurried forward and said softly, “This way, please take a seat.”
“Let’s go.”
Wen Hu Jiu shrugged, quite proud. “After all, I am considered a legend in the martial world. They even prepared a seat for me in just a few steps.”
The five followed the sword attendant and saw six tables set up in the closest position to the platform. The attendant gestured invitingly. “These six tables are the seats for the Sword Trial Assembly. Please take a seat here…”
The six tables, each large enough to seat about ten people, were set up. However…
Wen Hu Jiu glanced around. The other five tables were packed, with the most crowded one, the farthest from the sixth table, squeezing in fifteen people, so close they were practically hugging each other.
Even so, no one showed any intention of coming over to their side.
“Mr. Wen, rest assured. The wine and food will be served according to the usual standards. Please enjoy yourselves.”
The sword attendant spoke respectfully. Wen Hu Jiu was momentarily stunned. “Am I that scary?”
“Mr. Wen is not scary, but your poison is a bit frightening…”
The sword attendant smiled politely, explaining.
“Brother Ye, Brother Lei, Master Luo Xuan, let’s sit down. I’m used to this…”
Bai Li Dong Jun grinned. “Uncle, let’s just sit here…”
“Alright.”
Lei Meng Sha sat down with a carefree air. He asked curiously, “Little brother, how long until the Sword Trial Assembly?”
“Master Zhuo Mo, the Sword Trial Assembly has already begun.”
The sword attendant smiled and replied.
“Oh?”
After Wen Hu Jiu sat down, he poured a cup of wine for each of them and looked at the sword attendant. “Interesting. So, what level of swordsmith are you?”
“The sword has no level. It is the sword wielder who proves it.”
The sword attendant smiled slightly. When it came to swordsmithing, his humility and respect instantly vanished.
Having been exposed, he also revealed the pride of a swordsmith.
“Well said! Little nephew, remember this. If you see a sword you like from this young master, tell me!”
Wen Hu Jiu showed his admiration and said earnestly.
However…
No one responded to him.
He turned his head and saw Ye Feng and Bai Li Dong Jun clinking their cups together. Lei Meng Sha and Luo Xuan were whispering to each other. “I think…”
“As long as we follow Senior Wen, we should have no trouble leaving Mingjian Mountain Villa…”
Wen Hu Jiu: “？？？！”
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