After a while, no more guests entered the temple. Seeing the auspicious time had arrived, Mount Hua disciples took out firecrackers over a zhang long and set them off with crackling sounds at the temple entrance. Although Yuqing Temple was a martial arts sect, when encountering such celebrations of weddings, funerals, and festivities, they couldn’t avoid these ceremonial formalities.

The ceremony officially began. As the host, Ning Bufan naturally had to say a few words. With his face full of smiles, he slowly walked to the center of the field and cupped his hands, “Honored worthies above, Bufan’s retirement from the jianghu is really just a small matter – how could I dare alarm all you masters to grace us with your presence? But life is brief and meetings are rare. Please stay after the ceremony – our sect has prepared simple wine and food. Please partake freely and don’t be polite.”

A disciple rushed forward and called out, “Monks and Daoists who eat vegetarian food, please go to Taiji Hall; those who eat meat, please go to Liangyi Hall. If you need lodging tonight, please find our disciples to register your names.” A man appeared with brush, ink, and a register, moving through the crowd to record names.

Everyone frowned, thinking, “How is this Yuqing Temple like an inn or restaurant? Is Ning Bufan really ‘Number One in the World’?” People had already secretly shaken their heads upon seeing Ning Bufan’s wretched appearance earlier. Now hearing his rambling speech with no bearing of a master whatsoever, they felt even more disappointed.

While shaking their heads and sighing, three disciples slowly walked up from the inner hall, each holding a copper tray. Everyone was curious: “What strange things are these now?” Looking closely, they saw the first copper tray contained several classic texts. These books were ancient and worn, likely containing Mount Hua’s martial arts essentials – apparently tokens of the sect leader’s position. Everyone understood that Ning Bufan today would not only seal his sword and retire but also pass on the position of sect leader before all the world’s heroes.

The second copper tray held a long sword. The scabbard was covered in verdigris, and the hilt was tightly wrapped in hemp cloth, looking extremely shabby – as if it couldn’t even cut watermelon. Upon first sight, everyone couldn’t help but frown. Several rising stars secretly laughed, not knowing how this supposedly peerless master acknowledged as “Number One in the World” could use such broken equipment.

The third copper tray was even stranger, containing only a piece of old white silk with bloodstains on it. Its purpose was unclear. Several evil-minded people immediately thought perverted thoughts, assuming this torn cloth was some girl’s intimate garment brought here for display and boasting. For a moment, people whispered to each other, each making mocking comments.

Ning Bufan, seeing everyone’s contemptuous expressions, paid no mind. He slowly said, “Since Bufan emerged in the martial world, it has been over twenty years. Thanks to the support of teachers and friends from all directions, this humble person and sect have been able to establish ourselves in the jianghu. Thinking of everyone’s noble righteousness, Bufan is deeply grateful.” He made a bow in four directions, then continued, “But considering that the martial world inevitably involves killing and the jianghu path is harsh and treacherous, Bufan has grown weary of a life of constant danger and has conceived the intention to retire. I hope all you worthies will grant this wish.”

The guests, seeing his weary expression and humble manner, all thought, “This Ning Bufan is so mediocre and cowardly – it’s better he retires early. Otherwise, if he truly encounters supreme masters coming to challenge him, how could he withstand such trials?” Since the ceremony began, the Kunlun disciples had been restless, just waiting to cause a great disturbance at Mount Hua. Zhuo Lingzhao gestured for them to remain calm. Other sects were also exchanging secret glances and signals throughout the hall, clearly waiting for opportunities to challenge.

Ning Bufan, seeing everything was prepared, smiled slightly and said, “The auspicious time has now arrived. I ask all honored guests and friends to witness together that Ning hereby retires from the martial world and will no longer draw sword or discuss martial arts.” He waved his hand, and the first disciple approached with the tray.

Ning Bufan took the classic texts from the copper tray, casually flipped through them, and smiled, “These books contain our sect’s martial secrets and have always been Mount Hua’s treasured foundation. Today, as I withdraw from the jianghu, I naturally should pass on the position of sect leader. I ask the new sect leader to carefully preserve these texts and pass them down through ten thousand generations, maintaining Mount Hua’s prestige forever.” Everyone felt a chill – indeed, this Ning Bufan intended to pass on the sect leader position. But this position was extremely important – they wondered to whom he would pass it.

Ning Bufan looked toward his disciples, his expression suddenly becoming serious. He said in a deep voice, “Tenth generation disciple of Mount Hua Yuqing Temple, Su Ying, kneel and receive the mandate.”

A clear response rang out as a youth emerged from the crowd – a handsome boy of about fifteen or sixteen, the same Su Ying they had encountered on the mountain path earlier.

Seeing Ning Bufan intended to pass his position to a youth, all the guests were greatly surprised. This Su Ying was young and tender – if he truly succeeded as Mount Hua’s sect leader, how would Mount Hua move in the jianghu in the future? How would they compete with others? Many thought Ning Bufan was joking, but seeing the serious expressions of master and disciple, it didn’t seem false. Everyone secretly speculated, not knowing what medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Amid the astonishment of all the guests, Su Ying had already knelt down and said, “Disciple Su Ying kneels to receive the sect leader’s decree.” Master and disciple both wore solemn expressions with no hint of jest. Su Ying knelt on the ground without moving.

Ning Bufan sighed. Looking at his beloved disciple’s young face, he seemed to show a trace of reluctance, but this expression flashed by. He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said sternly, “I, following the mandate of ancestor Tianyin Daoist, specially pass the great position of sect leader to disciple Su Ying. I hope you will hereafter honor our sect, act chivalrously and righteously, and take the world as your responsibility. Su Ying, can you accomplish this?”

Su Ying, prostrated on the ground, said resolutely, “Though disciple lacks talent, I will not forget master’s teachings today.”

Amid the crowd’s astonished murmurs, the position of Mount Hua sect leader had been passed to a youth, but not one disciple objected or showed the slightest dissatisfaction, suggesting they had known of this beforehand.

Ning Bufan, hearing his disciple’s firm response, smiled and said, “The jianghu is treacherous – I hope you will lead your fellow disciples through these troubled times.” He handed the texts to Su Ying, saying, “These are our mountain’s ultimate arts, the Three Extend Sword. I hope you will study them carefully in the future and achieve success.”

Su Ying knelt to receive them, then kowtowed nine times before slowly standing.

With Su Ying’s ceremony complete, he could now be considered the sect leader of one of the eight great martial sects, standing as equal to Shaolin’s Abbot Lingzhi, Wudang’s Daoist Yuan Qing, Kunlun’s Sword God Zhuo Lingzhao, Jiuhua Mountain’s Azure Robe Scholar, and other sect leaders. The observing guests, thinking they would have to address this youth as “Sect Leader” in the future, felt somewhat awkward. For a long time, not one person stepped forward to offer congratulations.

Ning Bufan looked toward the sect elders and said gravely, “Where is Elder Zhao?”

A white-haired old man quickly stepped forward and said loudly, “Zhao Wu is here!” This elder was the former Zhao Laowu. Time makes people age – twenty years had passed, and though he still had his stern demeanor, his once full head of black hair had long since turned snow white.

Ning Bufan looked at Old Zhao Wu with a serious expression, “Our mountain’s Sect Leader Su is young – I hope Elder Zhao will fulfill your duties faithfully, speak what should be spoken, and provide much support in the future. Can you do this?” His meaning was to appoint Zhao Wu as regent elder, so if Su Ying encountered trouble in the future, this elder could step forward to resolve it.

Zhao Wu said loudly, “Sect Leader, rest assured! Even if Zhao Wu’s life is lost, I will protect the new sect leader. Sect Leader can retire with peace of mind!”

Nearby, Feicheng Guai and Suanpan Guai also shouted, “Sect Leader, rest assured! We’ll exhaust our hearts and strength to preserve Mount Hua’s prestige!”

Hearing his disciples speak thus, Ning Bufan nodded with a gratified smile on his face. He cupped his hands to the guests in the hall one by one, “The new sect leader is young – please, all you worthies, provide much guidance and care. Bufan is deeply grateful and will remember this kindness forever.”

Several old jianghu veterans, seeing Mount Hua’s entire sect – old ones old, young ones young – would have no decent masters after losing Ning Bufan, could only shake their heads and think, “Looking at Mount Hua’s situation, they’re definitely going to decline and never again compete with Shaolin and Wudang.” Among the guests, others with deep schemes secretly wondered, “Seeing Ning Bufan’s strange behavior, he’s probably retiring without hiding – wanting to command from behind the scenes, which is why he found a young puppet to take charge.”

While everyone was lost in wild thoughts, Ning Bufan had already reached out to take the long sword from the second copper tray, “This sword is called ‘Brave Stone.’ Since I formally began practicing swordsmanship thirty years ago, it has never left my side. Today, Ning Bufan specially seals it so it will never leave its sheath again.”

Sealing the sword was like sealing a coffin for burial. Ning Bufan gently stroked the long sword, his ordinary face showing a wave of sadness. Mount Hua disciples looked even more sorrowful. Even absurd comic figures like the Mount Hua Twin Monsters were secretly shedding tears. The mountain was holding a grand ceremony that should have been joyful, but once Ning Bufan retired, Mount Hua would lose this master’s leadership and definitely lose much of its luster. No wonder these disciples looked so distressed.

Ning Bufan’s eyes looked toward the ground as if recalling past events. Those guests who knew him all felt moved. Amid everyone’s emotions, they looked up at the roof beams where two banners still hung – one reading “Long Victory in Eight Hundred Battles” and another “Martial Arts Supreme Under Heaven.” Thinking of how Ning Bufan had debuted at eighteen and defeated all opponents under heaven, who knew that circumstances change like the sea and mulberry fields – this master had finally reached the moment of retirement.

Ning Bufan remained silent for a long time without speaking. After a good while, as if awakening from a great dream, he sighed and turned to look at Su Ying, “This sword has accompanied me through the jianghu like family. When I pass away, please, Sect Leader Su, place this sword in my coffin as burial accompaniment.” At this time, Su Ying was nominally Mount Hua’s sect leader, so Ning Bufan addressed him by the sect leader title with full courtesy.

Su Ying, hearing his master’s instructions, was greatly grieved and immediately shed tears, choking out, “Disciple respectfully follows master’s decree.”

Ning Bufan said no more and beckoned. A disciple emerged from the crowd, carrying a candlestick in his right hand and a golden box containing sealing wax in his left. The disciple heated the wax with the candle until it softened, then handed both box and candle to Ning Bufan. It appeared Ning Bufan would seal his sword with wax before everyone’s eyes, ensuring “Brave Stone” could never leave its sheath again.

Ning Bufan held the sword in his left hand and lifted the golden box with his right, facing the guests and declaring loudly, “If everyone has no objections, I will now seal my sword.”

You must know that sealing one’s sword is equivalent to self-abolishing martial arts – from then on, one cannot fight with others again. For a person to retire from the jianghu, all benefactors and enemies must agree together before one can truly seal the sword and wash one’s hands of it all. If grievances remain unresolved, the act of sealing the sword becomes tantamount to suicide – not only will benefactors not forgive, but enemies will take the opportunity to kill them. This is why Ning Bufan widely invited the world’s heroes to witness – he wanted his colleagues to understand his bitter situation in retiring. As long as all the guests on the mountain agreed, if anyone still caused him trouble in the future, they would become enemies of all the martial world.

Seeing no one interfering, Ning Bufan declared loudly, “Since everyone has no instructions, Bufan now retires from the jianghu and will no longer concern himself with worldly affairs.” As he spoke, he was about to pour the sealing wax onto the scabbard.

Suddenly someone shouted, “Wait!”

This voice wasn’t particularly loud, but it made everyone’s ears ring, suggesting the speaker had profound internal power. Everyone thought, “Good! Finally someone’s come out to challenge!”

A Daoist floated down with graceful movements. This person had an immortal bearing with a pair of warm, pure eyes – it was Yuan Yi, the Daoist from Wudang Mountain. All the guests, seeing a Wudang master take the field, knew both sides were evenly matched and that there would be a good show to watch.

Yang Suguan raised his eyebrows and turned to Wei Zizhuang, saying quietly, “Guard Wei, does your sect’s senior brother harbor heroic ambitions and want to compete with Ning Bufan for this ‘Number One in the World’ title?”

Wei Zizhuang shook his head, “Doctor Yang jests. My senior brother simply cannot bear to see a hero buried, which is why he spoke to dissuade. He absolutely has no selfish motives.”

Yang Suguan made an “oh” sound and felt relieved.

With the Wudang master taking the field, Ning Bufan smiled slightly, handed the long sword and sealing wax to his disciple, and cupped his hands, “What instruction does the Daoist have?”

Yuan Yi said, “Master Ning’s martial arts are supreme in the world – you are truly the current pillar of the martial world. Your every word and action has always been observed and can serve as an example for colleagues. Occupying such an important position, Master Ning is neither ill nor in pain, yet suddenly announces retirement from the jianghu – wouldn’t this chill the hearts of colleagues throughout the world? This poor Daoist boldly asks Master Ning to temporarily halt the sword-sealing and save this discussion for later.”

Hearing Yuan Yi speak with such righteous bearing, clearly planning for martial world justice rather than coming to challenge, several steady, mature people nodded. However, many in the field were eager to see masters fight, and hearing Yuan Yi had no intention to challenge, they yawned and listened listlessly.

Ning Bufan, hearing Yuan Yi’s dissuasion, only smiled faintly, “The Daoist’s instruction is correct. However, I am both physically weak and weary of a life of constant danger. My intention to retire is firm with no reason to change. I beg the Daoist’s understanding of this bitter decision.” His tone was resolute, declining Yuan Yi’s good intentions.

Yuan Yi shook his head and sighed, “Master Ning has such great abilities but won’t use them to help the world, only thinking of mountain forest pleasures – what more can this poor Daoist say?” He sighed, cupped his hands, and returned to his seat without saying more.

Mount Hua disciples, hearing their sect leader’s response, knew the retirement was irreversible and couldn’t help but sigh. The other guests’ expressions were quite different – some hearing Ning Bufan’s determination to retire were practically beaming with joy, while others shook their heads silently as if feeling regret. Their various attitudes were quite diverse.

Although today’s mountain guests came from different sects, their intentions fell into only two categories. The first type were mostly righteous path people who didn’t want the status quo disturbed and naturally didn’t want Ning Bufan to retire without reason. They harbored mostly dissuasive intentions, like Wudang’s Yuan Yi. The second type were mostly leaders of emerging sects. Whether Ning Bufan retired or returned, they didn’t care. This group of uninvited guests was eager to defeat Ning Bufan and achieve fame and success early.

Among this group, the one called “Sword God” Zhuo Lingzhao had the highest martial arts and longest planning, showing considerable momentum of certain victory. However, with righteous masters present, this group naturally couldn’t be too presumptuous.

Yang Suguan observed coldly and thought, “After Ning Bufan retires, Zhuo Lingzhao will definitely step forward to challenge. Why not ask Senior Brother Lingding to act and control the situation once and for all? This would also allow us to have a decisive battle with Kunlun Mountain.” Today, although only three Shaolin masters came up the mountain, each had superior martial arts. Whether in single combat or group fighting, their side had no reason to lose. He began planning carefully.

With Yuan Yi returning to his seat and no one else interfering, Ning Bufan said to everyone, “If gentlemen have no objections, I will now retire, hoping for everyone’s fulfillment.” As he spoke, he looked at everyone – as long as no one spoke, he would pour down the sealing wax. Once the long sword was sealed, he could never again draw sword to compete for his entire life.

Just then, someone outside the gate shouted loudly, “Without my permission, you absolutely cannot retire!”

All the guests, hearing this person’s extremely arrogant tone, couldn’t help but be startled. In their amazement, they looked toward the temple gates.

They saw a figure flash at the main entrance as an old man charged in. This elder had white hair and beard with a ruddy complexion, wearing an embroidered golden red robe. Upon entering the hall, he immediately grabbed for the long sword in Ning Bufan’s hand. This grab was technically precise and skillfully executed – clearly another martial arts master.

All the guests felt alarmed and thought, “This person’s martial arts are very strong – who is he?” Everyone glanced toward the gate and suddenly saw an eight-person sedan chair parked outside the temple. This person must be a famous figure, but they didn’t know who.

Ning Bufan dodged sideways to avoid the elder’s grab, then waved his hand to block the elder’s arm, saying with a bitter smile, “Master Qiong, please let me retire. Why make things difficult for me again?”

All the guests, hearing this elder was surnamed Qiong, looked blank and began asking around. Lu Yun, hearing the old man was surnamed Qiong but not knowing his background, knew Qin Zhonghai was widely acquainted and asked, “Who is this old gentleman? Why is he so angry?”

Qin Zhonghai chuckled, “Imperial relatives naturally have bigger tempers than ordinary people.”

Lu Yun, hearing the four words “imperial relatives,” felt alarmed. Looking at the elder’s red robe embroidered with a five-colored phoenix, he must be an extremely distinguished figure.

While watching, Jiang Chong slowly stood up and said, “Old master, he said he wants to retire – why make things difficult for him?”

The elder, looking angry, shouted, “Jiang Chong! Stop pretending to be good! If not for you, why would Ning Bufan, perfectly fine as the world’s number one, need to retire?”

Everyone in the field, hearing this, felt alarmed. Yang Suguan, Qin Zhonghai, Lu Yun and others also secretly paid attention.

Jiang Chong, hearing the elder’s accusation, immediately laughed, “Sect Leader Ning is retiring because of me? I, Jiang Chong, have such great ability? How come I don’t know?” He smiled at Ning Bufan, “Sect Leader Ning, you tell them – did I force you to retire?”

Ning Bufan shook his head, “This sword sealing is my own decision and has nothing to do with Lord Jiang.”

Jiang Chong spread his hands and smiled, “See? He said so himself. How can Master Qiong blame me?”

How could the elder believe this? He grabbed Ning Bufan’s arm and said frantically, “You! If you have any difficulties, just say so! Let this old man stand up for you!”

Ning Bufan lowered his head, “Please, Master Qiong, go rest first. We can chat later.”

The elder said loudly, “Nonsense! In a little while, once you seal your sword, everything will be too late! This old man absolutely won’t let you retire!” He reached to snatch the golden box from Ning Bufan’s hands.

Ning Bufan shook his head and stepped back to avoid the elder’s grab.

Jiang Chong, seeing the elder stubbornly making trouble, couldn’t help but smile, “Master Qiong, stop causing disturbances – several thousand people are waiting!”

The elder roared, “Stop your nonsense! You forced Ning Bufan to retire – you think I don’t know? Let’s all return to the capital and see who’s afraid of whom!”

Jiang Chong smiled and said, “Really? Just relying on your iron scroll and cinnabar book? Or depending on your precious daughter?”

The elder was so angry his beard bristled as he shouted, “I, Qiong Wuchuan, don’t rely on anything – just these two fists!” He charged forward to strike Jiang Chong’s forehead.

Ning Bufan was greatly shocked and flashed to stand between them, “Today is my retirement day – please, both of you, for my sake, don’t cause trouble here.”

Everyone in the hall, seeing this elder opposing Jiang Chong in everything without fearing this generation of treacherous minister’s enormous power, wondered who this elder really was. Immediately there was much discussion as everyone guessed the elder’s background.

Although Wei Zizhuang was Liu Angtian’s bodyguard, he didn’t know the court had such a figure. Knowing Yang Suguan was familiar with court affairs, he asked quietly, “Who exactly is this Master Qiong?”

Yang Suguan smiled slightly, “This person’s ancestor was Qiong Ying, a great minister during the founding emperor’s time.”

Wei Zizhuang exclaimed, “So he’s a descendant of a founding minister! From this perspective, even Jiang Chong might not be able to deal with him?”

Yang Suguan said, “Naturally. Master Qiong’s daughter was also a favored consort of the late Emperor Wu Ying, making him sister-in-law to the current emperor. No matter how arrogant Jiang Chong is, he can’t do anything to him.”

Wei Zizhuang, hearing this old man’s status was so distinguished, couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration and felt even more respect.

Qin and Lu were also discussing animatedly. Lu Yun, seeing the elder’s swift movements unlike ordinary court officials, quickly asked, “General Qin, didn’t you say this old gentleman was an imperial relative? How does he seem to have martial arts?”

Qin Zhonghai laughed, “Brother Lu, have you heard of Ziyun Academy?”

Lu Yun, hearing the three words “Ziyun Academy,” nodded. He had once encountered several men and women in Hebei who claimed to be from Ziyun Academy, so he said, “I’ve heard this name before – it seems to be an academy near Beijing?”

Qin Zhonghai chuckled, “Ziyun Academy was established by this Qiong Wuchuan. This person inherited the title of Duke and is accomplished in both civil and martial arts. Not only did he practice ancestral martial arts, but his family also possesses an iron scroll and cinnabar book bestowed by the founding emperor. No matter how great a crime he commits, he’s immune from punishment and his clan is protected. He’s truly someone even the emperor fears.”

Lu Yun said in shock, “Even the emperor fears him? What does that mean?”

Qin Zhonghai said, “He has a twenty-four-sectioned dragon-head golden whip that can strike foolish rulers above and treacherous ministers below. Do you think the emperor fears him or not?”

Lu Yun asked in amazement, “Has he really struck the emperor?”

Qin Zhonghai winked and then laughed heartily, “That thing is just for show. Unless the emperor forced himself on his wife, this Qiong Wuchuan isn’t senile – how would he do such a foolish thing?”

Lu Yun felt alarmed and said quietly, “General Qin, speak more quietly. Such words are treasonous – don’t let others hear.”

Qin Zhonghai laughed, “What’s to fear? Look how many people are whispering to each other – we’re not the only ones talking nonsense here.”

Lu Yun looked around and indeed saw everyone in the hall discussing animatedly. Even Yang Suguan and Wei Zizhuang were talking quietly, while several jianghu veterans were seizing the opportunity to lecture groups of young people with flying spittle. The two, Qin and Lu, looked at each other and smiled, both finding it amusing.

While people below talked until their mouths were dry, those on stage weren’t idle either. Ning Bufan kept trying to persuade Qiong Wuchuan to sit and observe the ceremony, but Qiong Wuchuan refused and continued cursing at Jiang Chong.

Suddenly someone let out a loud, deliberate yawn. This person clearly intended to provoke everyone – the yawn sounded like a lion’s roar, startling all who heard it.

Feicheng Guai, hearing a guest being disrespectful, immediately rushed out pointing and cursing, “Which turtle grandson is rudely yawning while the adults are talking!”

The person laughed, “Can’t even yawn? Mount Hua really has many rules. Is farting allowed then?” Everyone heard a loud “poof” followed by a terrible stench as the person actually farted.

Feicheng Guai angrily shouted, “What are you? Daring to fart at Mount Hua!”

A man stood leisurely in the center – medium build, wearing Shandong silk, appearing quite wealthy. Someone nearby recognized him and called out, “It’s him! This person is ‘Funiu Sacred Hand’ Ximen Song! He’s here too!”

Qin Zhonghai, seeing this person, immediately laughed, “The street performer is back.” Earlier, this man had shown off his martial arts at the mountain foot inn and been badly dealt with by Yang Suguan. Who would have thought that just moments later, he’d come up Mount Hua to cause trouble again.

Feicheng Guai had also heard of Ximen Song’s name and knew this person’s martial arts weren’t weak – his thirty-six style “Whirlwind Bone-Penetrating Fan” was quite formidable. This person’s first time coming to Mount Hua and immediately speaking so arrogantly – if they didn’t teach him a proper lesson, wouldn’t Mount Hua be looked down upon? He immediately shouted, “Ximen Song! I’ve experienced your stinking fart before – it really stinks! Next time you want to fart, go back to your own home to do it. Stop causing trouble here!”

Ximen Song waved his folding fan and laughed, “Whose fart really stinks? Your sect leader said he wanted to retire to the mountains, then made such a fuss inviting so many friends. Who knew that when it came down to it, he’d drag things out here – his words are just like farts! If Ning Bufan doesn’t want to retire, he should quickly say so and save everyone from waiting here pointlessly.”

Several troublemakers, hearing this, all started making noise.

Feicheng Guai shouted, “If you’re not happy, get out now!”

Ximen Song sneered, “Is this Mount Hua’s way of treating guests? I’ve learned something today.” He called out loudly, “Friends! Mount Hua has issued an eviction order! Everyone can leave!”

A group of troublemakers immediately started making a ruckus, calling out, “Let’s go! This sword sealing and mountain retirement is all a lie!” More than ten people stood up in the crowd and were about to head outside the hall.

With everyone making noise and many speaking wildly, Ning Bufan looked at Qiong Wuchuan sadly and said, “Old master, do you really want me to become a faithless, unrighteous scoundrel?”

Qiong Wuchuan gritted his teeth, “I don’t want to ruin your lifelong reputation either, but… but will your great future really submit to Jiang Chong?”

Ning Bufan looked down and sighed, “I have fulfilled my duties and have nothing left to worry about in this world.”

Qiong Wuchuan felt alarmed, suddenly sensing deep meaning in his words, and immediately asked, “What duties fulfilled? What does that mean?”

Ning Bufan shook his head and said quietly, “For the details, Master Qiong might ask your daughter!”

Qiong Wuchuan exclaimed, “Ask my daughter? Is there some major matter?”

Seeing Ning Bufan’s desolate expression, wanting to speak but stopping, Qiong Wuchuan was about to say more when Ning Bufan had already sighed lightly, turned around, and stepped down to announce loudly, “Please everyone calm down and listen to me.” He raised his voice with internal power, actually suppressing all the shouting in the hall.

Ning Bufan’s first display of skill showed considerable power. The guests, who had previously seen this person behave like a clown and held contemptuous attitudes, now seeing him use internal power that seemed quite strong, finally showed a bit more respect.

Ning Bufan looked at the guests and said, “My retirement today is already decided. If you wish to stay and witness, please return to your seats and rest. If you want to leave early, our sect doesn’t dare obstruct you – please feel free.”

Ximen Song laughed heartily, “For these words, we’ll trust you once!” Several guests who had been making noise immediately ran back to their seats, smiling as they waited for the show to begin.

Qin Zhonghai pointed at those people and said quietly to Lu Yun, “Look at those lackey faces – they’re definitely helpers Jiang Chong brought, just like Ximen Song. These villains won’t give up until they force Ning Bufan to retire.”

Lu Yun nodded, “These people have vicious faces – they’re really not good people.”

Qiong Wuchuan, hearing Ning Bufan’s public announcement, knew the retirement could no longer be prevented. He stood dumbfounded for a long time, then shook his head and sighed deeply. A Mount Hua disciple quickly approached and said, “Master Qiong, please come this way,” then led him to a seat beside Jiang Chong.

Qiong Wuchuan sat down and glared fiercely at Jiang Chong, “Forcing the world’s number one master to retire – are you satisfied now, you treacherous minister!”

Jiang Chong pretended bewilderment, squinting as he said, “Satisfied with what? How am I completely unaware?” He then laughed heartily.

Qiong Wuchuan was so angry his face turned pale as he took the tea offered by Mount Hua disciples and drank it in large gulps.

Seeing these two important figures seated to the side, everyone finally understood that all three chairs were reserved for court officials. The powerful minister Jiang Chong occupied one, the imperial relative Qiong Wuchuan another – but they didn’t know who the empty third chair was for.

As soon as Qiong Wuchuan sat down, “Funiu Sacred Hand” Ximen Song walked to the center, smiled at Ning Bufan, and said, “Sect Leader Ning, before you retire, I have something to ask.”

Ning Bufan, seeing his sinister smile, felt alarmed and cupped his hands, “Please instruct me.”

Ximen Song coughed and said, “After you retire today, will you truly never again wield sword or practice martial arts? Or is this just for show?” Everyone in the hall, hearing Ximen Song’s words, knew he intended to cause trouble and immediately paid attention.

Ning Bufan was startled and quickly said, “Master Ximen jests – I naturally intend to truly retire.”

Ximen Song sneered, “Really? Your hands are your own – if they itch someday, who knows if you’ll break your word and get fat?”

Feicheng Guai rushed out pointing at Ximen Song and cursing, “You bastard! Whether my martial nephew’s hands itch or not is none of your damn business! If you have guts, fight your grandfather for three hundred rounds instead of bullying my martial nephew!”

Ximen Song laughed, “Getting impatient so quickly? Sect Leader Ning, who would believe you truly intend to retire?” He burst into laughter, and many guests joined in the wild laughter, apparently all intending to torment Ning Bufan.

Ning Bufan sighed and waved to Feicheng Guai, “Martial Uncle, please step back.”

Feicheng Guai looked indignant and called out, “This boy has ill intentions – he’s definitely a troublemaker. Martial nephew, don’t pay attention to him!”

Ning Bufan shook his head, “I truly intend to retire – please help me achieve this.” Feicheng Guai clenched his fists with grief and anger, but with the sect leader’s instructions, he could only return to his seat without saying more.

Ximen Song, seeing Feicheng Guai walk away dejectedly, immediately smiled and said, “It seems Sect Leader Ning truly intends to retire – I’m truly impressed beyond words. However, to make martial world colleagues believe Sect Leader Ning’s intentions, I must finish asking my questions to prevent Sect Leader Ning from not keeping his word later, like farting.”

Mount Hua disciples, hearing him insult their master, all stood up shouting, “You’re the one farting!”

Ning Bufan waved his hand to signal his disciples not to make noise, then said, “What instructions do you have? Please speak.”

Ximen Song smiled, “After Sect Leader Ning retires, if someone comes to humiliate and bully you, what will you do?”

Ning Bufan was startled, “Someone comes to bully me? I’ve never made enemies with anyone – who would be so bored?”

Ximen Song laughed, “Such delusional people are everywhere – Sect Leader Ning must be prepared.”

Ning Bufan sighed, then cupped his hands to all the guests and said, “After I retire, please everyone show mercy and don’t make things difficult for me anymore.”

Martial world people have always valued face most highly. Even if not the world’s number one master, even a low-ranking Mount Hua disciple shouldn’t beg for mercy from others. All the guests, hearing these words, regardless of righteous or evil, black or white, secretly shook their heads.

But Ximen Song showed no sign of relaxing. He laughed heartily and said, “What if the heroes present don’t want to spare you? Will you draw your sword to kill again?”

Ning Bufan’s gaze dimmed as he said quietly, “You can rest assured – even if someone dislikes me and comes to bully me, for the rest of Ning’s life, I will silently endure and absolutely never fight with anyone again.”

Qiong Wuchuan, hearing this, couldn’t help but sigh heavily. Jiang Chong glanced at him sideways but smiled as if quite pleased.

Ximen Song laughed endlessly, “Good for you, Ning Bufan! You have guts!” He turned to the guests and called out, “Whether this Ning Bufan speaks truth or lies, let me test it!” He spat out a mouthful of saliva directly at Ning Bufan’s face!

All the guests in the hall, seeing Ximen Song’s extreme arrogance, were shocked speechless. Mount Hua disciples cried out in unison, “Sect Leader!”

As the spit flew toward him, Ning Bufan neither dodged nor avoided it. The saliva hit his nose bridge and slowly slid down beside his mouth. Mount Hua disciples, grief and anger mixed, shouted continuously, all wanting to rush forward and fight. Ning Bufan waved his hand to signal they must not act rashly.

Mount Hua disciples, filled with grief and indignation, all knelt down crying, “Sect Leader! Why do this to yourself!”

Ning Bufan took out a handkerchief and wiped the saliva from his face. With his peerless martial arts, if he hadn’t deliberately accepted the humiliation, how could Ximen Song’s spit have hit him? It seemed Ning Bufan deliberately intended to calm the world’s heroes’ hearts, which is why he endured being spat upon.

Qiong Wuchuan, wild with rage, suddenly stood up and roared, “Ximen boy, are you seeking death?”

Ximen Song laughed, “He didn’t dodge himself – why blame me?” He walked forward and patted Ning Bufan’s cheek, laughing, “Now I believe you – you truly intend to retire. Very good! Very good!”

Ning Bufan said quietly, “Since you believe me, please return to your seat. I want to seal my sword.”

Ximen Song laughed heartily, “Excellent! Excellent!”

All the guests, seeing Ning Bufan so humbled, each had their own judgment. Some felt contempt, thinking, “This Ning Bufan is simply a coward who fears death – how can such a person be called number one in the world?” Others greatly admired him, thinking, “This Ning Bufan is truly a hero of great benevolence and courage. His painstaking intentions must have some purpose – otherwise how could he endure such humiliation?” For a moment, opinions varied with no consensus.

Seeing Ximen Song so arrogant and wild, many righteous people felt indignant. They heard someone lightly scold and immediately stand up, shouting, “Ximen Song, stop right there!” This person looked angry and held a three-section staff – it was Ning Bufan’s close friend Ruan Shiwen. Ning Bufan intended to dissuade him, but Ruan Shiwen wouldn’t let him speak much. He immediately jumped in front of Ximen Song, assumed a fighting stance, and was about to attack.

Ximen Song, seeing his murderous aura, just smiled and said, “What do you want to do? Stand up for others?”

These two had met at the mountain foot inn earlier. At that time, Ruan Shiwen had seen this person’s arrogance and wanted to teach him a lesson. Now seeing him insult his old friend was truly asking for death. Ruan Shiwen roared and brandished his three-section staff, saying coldly, “Ximen Song, you’re about to die yet still dare fart? Today if I don’t beat you until you go west all the way, I’ll take your lowlife surname!” The staff spun as the left and right sections smashed toward Ximen Song’s waist.

Ximen Song wasn’t afraid of him either. He laughed heartily and raised his folding fan to stab at Ruan Shiwen’s throat.

Just as the two were about to fight, they heard a sigh and someone say, “Commander An, who is this old gentleman with the three-section staff? He seems quite chivalrous – could you introduce me?”

Everyone heard this voice, unhurried and calm, and looked to see it was indeed Jiang Chong speaking. This treacherous minister was sitting with his legs crossed, holding tea with a leisurely manner, but his conspiracy was unclear.

An Dao Jing took out a booklet from his bosom and quickly flipped through it, answering, “Reporting to your lordship, this person is surnamed Ruan, full name Shiwen, brave by nature, famous in the Dongting area for his three-section staff technique.”

Ruan Shiwen felt alarmed, not knowing whether this was good or bad, and stepped back first. Ximen Song didn’t pursue but just smiled, apparently emboldened.

Jiang Chong nodded, “Brave by nature – quite good.” He drank some tea and asked again, “His name has the character ‘wen’ (literature) – does his family have scholars or officials?”

An Dao Jing carefully read the booklet, “Reporting to your lordship, the Ruan family all practice martial arts with no official positions. However, Ruan Shiwen has a daughter who married into Jiangxi. The son-in-law is a county magistrate surnamed Ding, seventh rank.”

Ruan Shiwen, hearing mention of his daughter’s family, suddenly felt alarmed with an ominous premonition.

Jiang Chong nodded and smiled, “Civil and military in one family – excellent. It’s rare that Master Ruan is so fond of fighting injustice – I greatly admire this. Quickly write down Magistrate Ding’s name. After we return to the capital, we must properly promote this friend.”

An Dao Jing loudly acknowledged and ordered subordinates to bring brush and inkstone, asking, “Please instruct, your lordship – how should we promote Magistrate Ding?”

Jiang Chong smiled, “In recent years the northern frontier hasn’t been peaceful, with Tatars constantly raiding and plundering, making the people suffer terribly. We need a parent official to go manage things. I think with Master Ruan’s such excellent martial arts, his son-in-law can’t be far behind. This frontier fat position is waiting for Magistrate Ding to fill!”

An Dao Jing nodded and praised, “Your lordship is so considerate of the people and gave Magistrate Ding such a fat position – truly killing two birds with one stone!”

Ruan Shiwen, hearing these two sing in harmony with intention to exile his son-in-law to the frontier, thought of his beloved daughter’s family facing great disaster. Despite his excellent martial arts, his hands and feet began trembling. Everyone, seeing Ruan Shiwen’s pale face, couldn’t help but secretly sigh. With Jiang Chong backing Ximen Song, Ruan Shiwen’s rash intervention would definitely end miserably.

Qiong Wuchuan, sitting nearby and hearing this treacherous minister play with power, how could he not be angry? He immediately shouted, “Jiang Chong! With me, Qiong Wuchuan, here, you still dare cause trouble? Do you think I’m a wooden man?”

Jiang Chong made an “oh” sound, “Why is the Imperial Brother-in-law angry? Magistrate Ding has extraordinary martial arts – how can I not promote talent for the country? If the Imperial Brother-in-law finds this disagreeable, we might as well go to Jinluan Hall and explain clearly to the emperor.”

The northern frontier was indeed constantly at war and unstable, truly needing local parent officials to go stabilize things. Although Qiong Wuchuan was angry enough to turn pale, if he accused Jiang Chong of abusing power based on this, he probably couldn’t make the case stick. Qiong Wuchuan could only gnash his teeth and glare helplessly.

Ximen Song, seeing Ruan Shiwen hanging his head with a defeated expression, couldn’t help but laugh heartily. He walked forward and pinched Ruan Shiwen’s cheek, laughing, “Old dog, still want to show your might?”

Ruan Shiwen knew that one careless response would bring disaster to his descendants, so he could only remain silent and let himself be tormented.

Ximen Song was delighted and laughed, “If you don’t dare fight, then get lost!” He kicked at his bottom. Ruan Shiwen’s lower body foundation was solid, so this kick naturally couldn’t knock him over, but he didn’t dare resist. After taking the kick, he dejectedly retreated. All the Embroidered Uniform Guards burst into laughter seeing this.

Ximen Song looked at everyone in the hall and laughed, “Who else wants to come teach me a lesson? Quickly come up!”

With Ruan Shiwen’s many years of friendship with Ning Bufan, he still didn’t dare stand up for him. The other major sects had only average relationships with Ning Bufan – who wanted to wade into this muddy water and conflict with the current powerful minister? Although Yang Suguan and Qin Zhonghai had once toyed with Ximen Song, this time was different from before. If they fought now, they couldn’t avoid implicating Liu Angtian, so they could only watch helplessly as they ran wild.

For a moment, everyone in the field remained silent. From the high-ranking Lingding down to Juan’er, regardless of whether their status was as noble as the Imperial Brother-in-law or as humble as a beggar, as long as they lived in this world and needed to eat and drink daily, they couldn’t avoid bowing to power. Though the guests felt secretly distressed, no one dared to act.

Ximen Song, seeing everyone harboring resentment but no one daring to approach and chatter, swaggered toward his seat. He stretched lazily and smiled, “Being able to spit on the face of the world’s number one – this refreshing feeling is truly rare! Haha! Haha! Don’t you want to try?”

Mount Hua disciples were filled with grief and anger, but knowing their sect leader was deliberately enduring, if they rushed forward to fight, they would only ruin his intentions. For the moment, they could only weep and endure.

Just as Ximen Song was feeling triumphant, he suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound through the air – something was flying toward him. Ximen Song laughed, “Oh my! What’s this? Someone finds me disagreeable?” He drew his iron fan and lightly flicked his wrist. The fan face opened with a “clang,” successfully blocking the projectile. His iron fan technique appeared quite graceful.

Ximen Song was laughing heartily and about to boast when he suddenly felt the force on the projectile was unusually strong. Though the fan face was forged from refined iron, it actually dented from the projectile’s impact. Ximen Song’s wrist went numb and he was greatly shocked: “What is this thing?” Suddenly he felt the projectile contained a second wave of hidden force – a powerful impact struck. His wrist hurt severely and he could no longer grip the fan handle. In an instant, the iron fan flew from his hand and struck back against his chest with a “crack” – his ribs had already broken.

Ximen Song was screaming in agony, but that force continued relentlessly. After breaking his ribs, it still surged forward with tremendous impact. Ximen Song’s body flew backward, and with a thunderous crash, his fat body had actually broken through the earthen wall and rolled straight outside.

All the guests in the hall were utterly shocked and cried out in amazement. Luo Moshi stepped forward and picked up an object from the ground. The guests looked closely and saw it was round with a square hole in the center – it was a copper coin!

Everyone was greatly alarmed. That a mere small copper coin could transmit such overwhelming mountainous force was truly terrifying to hear. People in the hall whispered to each other, not knowing which master had acted with such capability.

Jiang Chong was furious inwardly but showed no emotion on his face. He lifted his tea bowl and took a light sip, saying, “Commander An, who is this fighting injustice again? Why don’t you quickly invite them out?”

All the guests in the hall, hearing these words, knew this treacherous minister would soon threaten whoever had acted, and they would definitely suffer.

An Dao Jing smiled, “Your lordship, rest assured. I’ll drag him out right now and help him get promoted and wealthy.” As he spoke, he gripped his steel blade and walked toward where the projectile had come from.

But after taking one step, he suddenly retreated, saying in a trembling voice, “Your… your lordship… it’s… it’s him…”

Jiang Chong put down his tea bowl and frowned, “What ‘him’ and ‘me’? Who exactly is causing trouble?”

Before he finished speaking, they suddenly heard a “whoosh” followed by a loud “clang.” The tea bowl in Jiang Chong’s hand was shattered by the projectile, splashing hot tea all over his head and face. Though he wasn’t injured, he was in a sorry state. His subordinates quickly rushed forward to wipe him clean.

Jiang Chong was wildly furious. He pushed everyone away, stood up, and angrily said, “Who dares to be so rude! Don’t you want to live!”

The projectile was a copper coin. After shattering the tea bowl, its momentum continued unabated as it flew forward. With a light “pop,” the copper coin hit the wall, then bounced back and flew straight toward the center of the hall. This projectile skill amazed all the guests – if not for concern about Jiang Chong’s face, they would definitely cheer loudly.

Everyone’s gaze followed the copper coin’s movement. They saw it spinning uncertainly, drawing an arc in mid-air before rapidly falling toward the crowd. The guests, seeing trouble flying their way and fearing to bring disaster upon themselves, all quickly moved aside from the hall center, leaving only one person sitting proudly alone like a stone statue. In their amazement, everyone hurried to see this person’s face, not knowing who this sage might be.

In the complete silence, the person in the hall center held his palm up to the sky, eyes slightly narrowed, completely motionless. The copper coin fell rapidly from mid-air and landed precisely in his palm. Instantly, he closed his fist, opened his eyes, and smiled, “Lord Jiang, it’s been a long time.”

The supreme among knights, using martial arts to break the law – though thousands and millions may be intoxicated, he alone remains awake between heaven and earth. This person, using peerless martial arts to confront the dynasty’s greatest powerful minister, was none other than the “Nine Provinces Sword King” Fang Zijing!

The “Nine Provinces Sword King” was a heroic predecessor from years past who had long since disappeared from sight. Many guests had never seen this person and couldn’t help but be greatly shocked: “Who is this person? How is he so bold that he’s not afraid of Jiang Chong?” The young people in the hall whispered to each other, all inquiring about this person’s background.

Qin Zhonghai, seeing his master greatly humiliate Jiang Chong, felt very pleased. Lu Yun’s mouth hung open in amazement.

While everyone was surprised, they suddenly heard Jiang Chong draw in a sharp breath, then roar, “The Nine Provinces Sword King is here? Someone arrest him!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a crowd of Embroidered Uniform Guards had already rushed out and surrounded Fang Zijing. The guests, seeing Jiang Chong suddenly turn hostile, realized the situation was bad and fled to the sides, all fearing to bring trouble upon themselves.

Jiang Chong shouted loudly, “Fang Zijing repeatedly violates doctrine and defies the current dynasty. Today he still dares to show his face here so brazenly – arrest him!”

Several guests who recognized Fang Zijing were all shocked. This “Nine Provinces Sword King” had always been like a free cloud and wild crane – when had he become a thorn in the court’s side? Everyone was greatly puzzled.

Qin Zhonghai, seeing there was considerable enmity between his master and Jiang Chong, also felt alarmed and thought, “No wonder master usually tells me not to mention his name – it turns out this Jiang Chong fellow has quite a grudge against him.” With master’s naturally extreme temperament, he probably saw injustice and beat up court officials, which is how he made enemies with this treacherous minister. But he didn’t know what year or month this criminal case occurred, as he’d never heard him mention it.

Lu Yun was also shocked and quickly leaned over to whisper, “Looking at Jiang Chong’s manner, he definitely wants to settle personal scores under the guise of public duty. We absolutely can’t let the old gentleman be bullied. Perhaps I should go mobilize troops to protect the old gentleman’s departure.”

Qin Zhonghai, knowing his master’s abilities – that he could come and go freely even among thousands of troops – smiled slightly, “Brother Lu, don’t rush. Though this treacherous minister is formidable, he can’t do anything to my master. Just watch patiently.” First, he knew his master’s martial arts were extraordinary and he’d face no danger; second, he didn’t want to involve Liu Angtian, so he told Lu Yun not to interfere.

Jiang Chong continued roaring and cursing incessantly, but Fang Zijing kept his eyes closed, only occasionally rotating his neck as if his neck was sore. Jiang Chong, seeing his arrogant manner, how could he endure it? He angrily said, “Fang Zijing! You’re about to die and still don’t know fear?”

Fang Zijing, receiving the threat, just smiled and then opened his eyes to glance at Jiang Chong. Jiang Chong was extremely furious and shouted, “What a rebel! Everyone, attack!”

The crowd of experts answered with a roar that hurt the ears of all the guests in the hall, but these people were mostly old jianghu hands who had naturally heard of the “Nine Provinces Sword King’s” methods. Under his prestige, not one person dared step forward – they only made empty responses.

This “Nine Provinces Sword King” had been in retirement for many years. Martial world people without more than ten years of experience definitely wouldn’t know this person’s formidability. The young people in the hall, seeing the Embroidered Uniform Guards’ pale faces, all felt strange, not knowing what was so remarkable about the old man before them that made the mighty Embroidered Uniform Guards so afraid. Several mature people, however, were well-informed and knew Fang Zijing’s martial arts were extraordinary. If they fought with him, they’d be stepping into the gates of hell, so they didn’t feel ashamed of the Embroidered Uniform Guards’ behavior.

Jiang Chong, seeing everyone’s cowardice, was so angry smoke came from his seven orifices as he roared, “What are you doing! Quickly attack!”

Luo Moshi, hearing the summons, immediately stepped forward slowly. He stood before Fang Zijing, put his palms together, and said, “This benefactor, please stand and speak. Lord Jiang has questions for you.”

This Luo Moshi came from the Western Regions and had never heard Fang Zijing’s name before. At this moment, he came forward to show off and establish merit, speaking with a smile and not taking Fang Zijing seriously at all.

Fang Zijing smiled slightly, looked at him, and asked, “Who are you?”

Luo Moshi also smiled, “This humble monk is from the Western Regions, Luo Moshi, once the first national teacher of the Khan’s kingdom.” Though his voice was calm, his words revealed arrogance.

Fang Zijing made an “oh” sound, looked him up and down, then closed his eyes to rest, “Never heard of you.”

Luo Moshi, seeing his contemptuous expression, immediately became furious. He sneered coldly, “Stand up and speak.” In his rage, he gathered energy in both hands, ready to attack and kill.

Fang Zijing glanced at Luo Moshi with an annoyed expression, like an adult pestered by a child, utterly exasperated. He sighed and then slowly stood up, “I’m standing up. What instructions does the master have?”

Luo Moshi angrily said, “You mock the Grand Tutor – do you still have any regard for law? Go kneel and apologize immediately!”

Fang Zijing, hearing his insulting words, paid no mind and only smiled, “Fine. I haven’t seen Lord Jiang for a long time anyway – I’ll go over there.”

Seeing Fang Zijing step forward, Luo Moshi suddenly felt a chill and sensed something was very wrong. You must know that many wild beasts have marvelous instincts – small beasts and wolves need not see a fierce tiger directly; just smelling its scent fills them with terror. Luo Moshi’s evil nature had kept him alive to this day through exactly this kind of life-and-death sensitivity. Seeing Fang Zijing’s eyes hide fierce violence, he was immediately shocked, his mind racing: “This person absolutely must not be provoked!”

With this thought, his feet quickly retreated, floating back three feet. Then he raised both arms high, displaying his famous ultimate technique “Nether Mysterious Finger.” His left and right index fingers rapidly flicked downward – this move combined defense within attack and attack within defense, with strict technique that was domineering without agitation, truly exquisite beyond words.

With Luo Moshi’s ultimate technique deployed, if Fang Zijing continued forward, he’d be dead. Luo Moshi, knowing he’d escaped disaster, was about to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly he felt warmth on his head, as if someone was stroking his bald scalp.

Luo Moshi screamed “Ah!” and looked up to see Fang Zijing somehow standing one foot in front of him with a gentle smile, his palm on top of his head, continuously stroking back and forth as if petting a small dog.

Luo Moshi trembled all over, “What… what is this…”

The various masters in the field understood clearly. Earlier, when Luo Moshi attacked defensively, his hands pointed toward the enemy’s temples – this move was domineering and swift with absolutely no room for maneuvering. Fang Zijing had no choice but to stop in place with no way to dodge, but if he paused, Luo Moshi would take the opportunity to escape. Who knew that Fang Zijing neither paused nor got hit? He stepped forward, and just as the “Nether Mysterious Finger” was about to touch his vital points, his feet suddenly paused and his body forcibly froze in place.

This change was completely beyond the masters’ expectations. With this pause, Luo Moshi’s hands had already swung empty, his old strength exhausted and defenses relaxed, while Fang Zijing’s feet continued forward, thus breaking Luo Moshi’s excellent defense.

Though Fang Zijing’s move seemed simple, it was extremely difficult. You must know that when a person steps forward with their heel lifted and center of gravity completely forward, Fang Zijing could suddenly stop and maintain perfect balance. Without complete control of all the muscles in his body, how could this be accomplished? This is why he defeated the martial arts master Luo Moshi in one move.

Making each step a technique, breaking enemies with laughter and conversation – Fang Zijing hadn’t used even half a move, just one step forward to render the Western Region National Teacher’s attack useless and leave his vital points completely exposed. The assembled heroes watching from the side couldn’t help but admire him completely.

Lu Yun had once fought Luo Moshi desperately on Tianshan for over a hundred rounds and knew this monk’s formidability well. Seeing Fang Zijing treat it as lifting something heavy as if it were light, completely unconcerned, and instantly capture Luo Moshi, he felt even more shocked. In his amazement, he thought, “In ancient times, Cao Zijian of Northern Wei composed a poem in seven steps. This Master Fang captured a thief in one step – truly comparable artistry.”

Luo Moshi, being controlled and knowing death was before him – the opponent need only exert force with five fingers to crush his brain and make his eyes bulge and bones crack – thought of past events and was filled with great regret, tears actually streaming down.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and await death, he heard Fang Zijing comfort him, “Good boy, don’t cry. Here, eat some candy.” He took out a cooked taro from his bosom and stuffed it into Luo Moshi’s hands, treating this national teacher like an infant.

Luo Moshi held the taro dumbly, his face greatly embarrassed, his legs going soft as he collapsed to the ground.

Fang Zijing slowly walked toward Jiang Chong with a smile, “Lord Jiang, it’s been a long time. You look as well as ever.”

Jiang Chong was scared out of his wits and screamed, “Stop him quickly!”

Fang Zijing sighed and took out another cooked sweet potato, frowning, “Why would your lordship want to stop me? This Fang lives in a mountain cave daily, a lonely ghost without wife or children, accompanied year-round by desolate mountain winds – how boring. I just want to invite your lordship home as a guest to cook some delicious taro and sweet potatoes for you to taste. How can your lordship refuse me from a thousand li away?”

Jiang Chong, hearing he wanted to take him back, remembered those hellish days and immediately screamed, “Quickly! Someone come!”

The experts looked at each other but no one dared move. Jiang Chong became more and more afraid and pushed toward An Dao Jing. With this push, An Dao Jing had to walk tremblingly to Fang Zijing, his whole body shaking so much he couldn’t even hold his steel blade.

Fang Zijing, seeing An Dao Jing trembling all over, just smiled and continued walking forward. An Dao Jing, seeing him approach, immediately showed a terrified expression, waving his hands repeatedly and quickly retreating.

Fang Zijing looked at him and said, “Commander An, it’s been several years – you’ve gotten fat.”

An Dao Jing’s teeth chattered lightly, his gaze toward the ground as he said tremblingly, “Yes… I… I’m afraid…” Fang Zijing had said “fat,” but whether An Dao Jing heard wrong or his tongue was thick, he actually said “afraid” instead of “fat.”

Fang Zijing smiled slightly, “Commander An, come to my house and eat some taro so you won’t be so blessed in body shape.” He slowly raised his hand and placed the taro in An Dao Jing’s hands.

An Dao Jing reached out to take it and immediately felt his whole body shiver coldly, “No… no… I like living in the capital…” In his panic, a smell of urine spread as several nearby guests saw his crotch was wet – he had actually urinated in his pants.

Though this scene was laughable, under the “Nine Provinces Sword King’s” killing aura, not one person dared make a sound of mockery. Qin Zhonghai thought, “Master’s impressive domineering aura – I must learn this well.” Lu Yun beside him was completely amazed, his mouth agape, staring speechlessly.

Fang Zijing, seeing An Dao Jing had no courage to oppose him, smiled slightly and walked toward Jiang Chong.

Now it was Hu Mei’er’s turn for trouble. She was so frightened her beautiful face lost color as she cried, “You… don’t come over!” Her hands were full of silver needles, but this person’s martial arts in defeating enemies with each step was the highest she’d ever seen in her life. In her complete terror, she really didn’t dare act rashly.

Seeing the powerful enemy approaching, Jiang Chong was covered in cold sweat and screamed, “Sect Leader Zhuo! Please come over!”

Instantly a figure flashed and a white shadow flew over, already protecting Jiang Chong behind him. The newcomer wore white robes with a cold, icy face full of killing intent – it was the “Sword God” Zhuo Lingzhao!

The Embroidered Uniform Guard experts, seeing the “Sword God” arrive, had their morale greatly boosted and immediately drew their blades, surrounding Jiang Chong protectively. The Kunlun experts also drew their swords and joined the battle formation. Just then, a hundred musketeers rushed into the temple from outside – they were summoned by Luo Moshi. For a moment, the entire field was filled with martial world masters, soldiers, and officers all waiting for Fang Zijing to act.

Lu Yun was shocked and quickly asked Qin Zhonghai, “What should we do? Zhuo Lingzhao has come – should we help Master Fang?” Qin Zhonghai smiled and shook his hand at Lu Yun, signaling him not to panic.

The Sword King and Sword God stared at each other intently, separated by five feet, both completely motionless.

Fang Zijing glanced at Zhuo Lingzhao and said flatly, “Do you want to eat taro too?”

Zhuo Lingzhao’s face darkened as he said coldly, “Fang Zijing, if you want to act crazy and play the fool before me, don’t regret it later.”

Fang Zijing, hearing his completely domineering speech, just made an “oh” sound and said, “You call yourself Sword God – how exactly is your swordsmanship?”

Zhuo Lingzhao waved the long sword in his hand and said sternly, “If you want to know, why don’t we have a decisive battle!”

Everyone, hearing Zhuo Lingzhao’s challenge, immediately erupted in excitement. This “Nine Provinces Sword King” Fang Zijing became famous very early – decades ago his great reputation had already spread throughout the jianghu, always ranked alongside Shaolin’s monk Tianjue. But with changing times, over ten years ago the world suffered a great disaster that forced the two contemporary great masters into virtual retirement. After this great calamity, the martial world saw the rise of “Number One in the World” Ning Bufan, while Zhuo Lingzhao’s appearance was an even more recent development. Now with Zhuo Lingzhao challenging Fang Zijing, these two had each led their eras for decades – if they fought, it would be a great event that would shock the jianghu.

Seeing the opponent had no intention of yielding, Zhuo Lingzhao shouted sharply and pressed his hand to his sword hilt – the long sword was about to leave its sheath. Just then, Fang Zijing suddenly reached over and pressed down on Zhuo Lingzhao’s sword hilt. This technique was lightning-fast, not allowing the opponent to draw his sword.

Zhuo Lingzhao showed killing intent and angrily said, “You’re afraid!” Instantly, an incomparably domineering internal force shook out. This internal force was rarely seen in the world, sufficient to slay demons and eliminate evil, sweeping away all under heaven – even Fang Zijing probably couldn’t withstand it.

As the powerful internal force struck, Fang Zijing suddenly smiled. In an instant, his palm generated yin and yang dual energies, using soft yin force to receive Zhuo Lingzhao’s extremely fierce and domineering internal force, while his yang force followed the sword hilt like a blade edge, striking into Zhuo Lingzhao’s body. In one move, he turned from defense to offense.

Zhuo Lingzhao grunted and thought, “This old man has some ghostly methods – he’s not just bluffing.” He immediately circulated his full internal power – the divine skills from decades of diligent cultivation activated, instantly generating a thick wall of energy around his body that dissolved Fang Zijing’s strong force into nothingness.

With tremendous forces colliding, for a moment neither gained advantage as both great masters each stepped back one pace. Their exchange was entirely through invisible internal force – apart from a few supreme masters, no one could see the mysteries within.

Zhuo Lingzhao sneered coldly, “If you don’t let me draw my sword, how can we compare swordsmanship levels?”

Fang Zijing smiled slightly, “I’ve abandoned the sword for the blade these past years. If we’re comparing swordsmanship, consider it your victory.” He tucked his hands into his sleeves, appearing completely unconcerned.

Zhuo Lingzhao said coldly, “What are you doing? If you’re afraid, just say so openly – I won’t force you.”

Fang Zijing shook his head and smiled, “This Fang is a candle guttering in the wind, my heart long cold. You needn’t try to provoke me. If you truly want to find someone to fight, go find him instead.” He pointed toward a corner of the great hall.

Zhuo Lingzhao raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of his pointing, seeing a man standing in the hall corner with Ximen Song’s saliva on his face, wiping it with a handkerchief. If this wretched, lowly person wasn’t Ning Bufan, who else could it be? Ning Bufan had been wiping off the saliva when he saw the guests in the hall looking at him. He quickly put on a smiling face and bowed in four directions like an innkeeper greeting customers.

Fang Zijing smiled faintly, “Even if you defeat me, you still can’t beat him.”

Zhuo Lingzhao was furious and said harshly, “I haven’t yet fought Ning Bufan – how can you determine victory or defeat!”

Fang Zijing said, “This matter needs no discussion. In today’s world, no one can defeat Ning Bufan.”

All the guests, hearing these words, were immediately shocked. Earlier, everyone had seen Ning Bufan’s humble speech and being spat upon, no longer considering him a generation’s grandmaster. Now hearing the “Nine Provinces Sword King” praise him so highly, as if this person truly had some special quality, everyone felt surprised and amazed. Even Qin Zhonghai, despite his master-disciple relationship with Fang Zijing, felt puzzled, not knowing why his master, with such a grandmaster’s status, would think so highly of this unremarkable-looking Ning Bufan.

Zhuo Lingzhao, seeing this Fang Zijing putting on airs as if trying to anger him, felt indignant and thought, “This Fang fellow doesn’t know how much benefit he received from Ning Bufan – he just wants to boost his reputation. I must stay calm and not fall for these petty people’s tricks.”

He regulated his breathing and suppressed his chest’s anger, “Since the Sword King so praises Sect Leader Ning, why don’t we invite him out for everyone to compete fairly? This would reduce future disputes.”

Fang Zijing sighed, “You want to compete with Ning Bufan, but that Lord Jiang of yours has a head full of schemes and benefits – will he agree?”

Zhuo Lingzhao snorted heavily and said coldly, “I call myself Sword God and came here today to seize the title of Number One in the World. No matter who it is, no one can prevent me from fighting Ning Bufan!” He glared at Jiang Chong with eyes full of killing intent.

Zhuo Lingzhao’s words were no pretense. For the peerless martial arts in Tianshan, he could kill and burn without restraint. At that time at the South Heaven Gate, he had even openly turned against Jiang Chong. All these actions were for the glory of those four words “Number One in the World.” If anyone dared obstruct his challenge to Ning Bufan, they’d be asking for death.

Though Jiang Chong was usually extremely arrogant, between these two contemporary great masters, he couldn’t even insert a word. Being glared at by Zhuo Lingzhao, he could only laugh dryly twice without other response.

Zhuo Lingzhao looked around disdainfully and sneered, “After hearing Master Fang say so much, it’s all praising Sect Leader Ning. But since you admit you’re inferior, why did you come up Mount Hua? Could it be to kowtow to someone?”

Fang Zijing, hearing the mockery, didn’t get angry but just shook his head, “Who is Number One in the World doesn’t concern me. I came up Mount Hua this time just to see one person.”

Zhuo Lingzhao snorted, “What person?”

Fang Zijing said flatly, “‘In the year Wuchen when the dragon emperor moves and the world’s heavenly secrets are still true, gods and ghosts are free.’ I came up Mount Hua today purely to find this true dragon.”

Zhuo Lingzhao was startled, “You’re talking about the peerless martial arts in Tianshan?”

Fang Zijing smiled, his expression somewhat desolate, “Exactly. Only by inheriting Tianshan’s ultimate learning can one dominate the jianghu and restore the imperial framework. In this world, only a Tianshan successor could possibly defeat Ning Bufan.”

Ning Bufan, hearing these words, swallowed hard, his face showing considerable embarrassment. Zhuo Lingzhao sneered coldly, appearing quite unconvinced. The other guests, understanding none of their conversation, looked at each other in complete bewilderment.

While everyone was confused, they saw Jiang Chong’s face turn iron-blue as if extremely terrified. He looked back toward outside the temple, cold sweat streaming down his entire body as if some human-faced, snake-bodied monster was lurking outside, ready to devour him at any moment.