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Upon hearing this, Ouyang Zhi sneered, "A disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, what a show of power! He's used to being arrogant on Guiyuan Sect's territory
. A Jianghu kill order is one thing, but I didn't expect him to dare chase us all the way to Cangjian Manor? Hmph, this is Medicine Valley's territory, not Guiyuan Sect's!" As a personal disciple of an elder of Medicine Valley, Ouyang Zhi was always proud and arrogant.
In her eyes, although Guiyuan Sect was as famous as Medicine Valley, Guiyuan Sect's disciples were not necessarily comparable to Medicine Valley's disciples.
Guiyuan Sect, Five Elements Sect, and Medicine Valley, these three major sects firmly controlled a vast territory. In terms of prestige, Guiyuan Sect and Five Elements
Sect seemed to have more influence. That's because the martial artists of these two sects were more skilled in combat. Medicine Valley, on the other hand, was more skilled in alchemy. However, Medicine Valley is one of the three major powers, no less powerful than Guiyuan Sect and Five Elements Sect, and its disciples are naturally proud. Moreover, Ouyang Zhi has become a disciple of a Medicine Valley elder at the Acquired Realm level; she has no fear of Guiyuan Sect's inner disciples. In her view, for a Guiyuan Sect inner disciple to run wild on Medicine Valley's territory is simply inviting humiliation. Upon hearing this, Shen Mufeng smiled slightly and said, "It's rare to see inner disciples of the Guiyuan Sect. Since you're here today, let's meet them. Does the Master of the Manor not mind?" His smile was gentle, and his tone was calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter. But those who knew him knew that the gentler Shen Mufeng's smile, the deeper his thoughts. Although he was Ouyang Zhi's senior brother, his status in the Medicine Valley's inner sect was far higher than Ouyang Zhi's. With his Transformation Realm cultivation and superb swordsmanship, he was a top-tier figure even among the Medicine Valley's inner disciples. "Of course not, my dear nephew, you can observe from the sidelines." Ouyang Chuan waved his hand, his worried expression vanishing, replaced by a confident demeanor. After a pause, Ouyang Chuan directly instructed, "Jing'er, go and invite Zhang Su here. Let's see what he wants." "Yes." Ouyang Jing nodded, then turned and walked towards the manor's exit. His steps were quick, clearly showing that he was also very concerned about this matter.
As Ouyang Jing stepped out of the living room, his mind was still replaying the conversation between his father and Shen Mufeng.
With these disciples from the Medicine Valley here, what trouble could Zhang Su, a mere Transformation Realm martial artist from the Guiyuan Sect, possibly cause?
Thinking this, Ouyang Jing's steps quickened. Meanwhile, outside the manor, Zhang Su, Gu Ying, and the other two waited quietly.
A cool night breeze blew from the mountains.
Zhang Su stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
He had been waiting for a while, but he wasn't impatient.
What was meant to happen would happen.
Gu Ying stood behind him, her gaze fixed on the gate of the Hidden Sword Manor.
Wang Hu and Zhou Yong stood a little further away, exchanging glances every now and then, each seeing a hint of tension in the other's eyes.
Hidden Sword Manor—that was a renowned place in the martial arts world.
They had been in the martial arts world for so many years, and this was the first time they had the opportunity to step into such a place.
It would be a lie to say they weren't nervous.
Soon, a young man walked out of the gate.
It was Ouyang Jing.
His gaze instantly fell on Zhang Su.
Ouyang Jing, himself a martial artist, possessed exceptional eyesight and immediately recognized Zhang Su.
Dressed in white, with a long sword at his waist, Zhang Su had a handsome face and a composed demeanor.
"Which one of you is Young Hero Zhang Su?"
Ouyang Jing asked, his voice soft but clear.
"It is I," Zhang
Su stepped forward and nodded slightly.
"Young Hero
Zhang Su, please follow me inside," Ouyang Jing gestured, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.
"Mm,
"
Zhang Su responded, and began walking into the manor.
Ouyang Jing led the way, Zhang Su followed behind, and Gu Ying and the other two followed closely.
Passing through the tall stone archway, the outlines of pavilions and towers could be vaguely seen in the distance.
Although Gu Ying didn't know martial arts, she controlled the Gu family business and had seen many grand occasions; even entering the Hidden Sword Manor, she remained remarkably calm.
Her steps were steady, her expression calm, showing no sign of panic.
But Wang Hu and Zhou Yong were different.
Both were ordinary Ming Jin martial artists in the Jianghu, already well-versed in the name of Hidden Sword Manor.
Now, entering the manor and seeing its magnificent scenery, they were completely stunned, appearing even more nervous than Gu Ying.
Wang Hu's gaze frequently swept over the high walls and corner towers on both sides, secretly marveling.
The layout of Hidden Sword Manor was more imposing than any other mansion he had ever seen.
On the walls, he could vaguely see patrolling martial artists, each possessing considerable power.
Zhou Yong wasn't much better off.
Although he had been in the Jianghu for over a decade, he had never seen a place like Hidden Sword Manor before.
As for Zhang Su, his expression remained calm.
It was as if the vast Hidden Sword Manor was nothing special to him.
His gaze swept across the surroundings unhurriedly, showing no curiosity or awe.
It was as if he were walking in his own backyard.
Ouyang Jing slowed his pace slightly, his eyes also observing Zhang Su and the others out of the corner of his eye.
Especially Zhang Su.
His composure and calmness made Ouyang Jing think even more highly of him.
As expected of a disciple of a major sect, he was indeed different from ordinary martial artists.
Previously, he had only had Zhang Su observed from afar.
But now, observing Zhang Su up close, Ouyang Jing was certain.
Zhang Su was a Transformation Realm martial artist!
Transformation Realm was different from Ming Jin and An Jin martial artists.
It was difficult to discern whether an An Jin martial artist was truly An Jin without actually fighting.
But a Transformation Realm martial artist had reached the level of "not even a feather can be added, not even a fly can land," a significant difference from ordinary martial artists.
Any knowledgeable martial artist could generally tell who was a Transformation Realm martial artist at a glance.
Zhang Su was no exception.
However, he now possessed a four-in-one Yin-Yang Harmony Realm, with Yin and Yang in balance, giving him a somewhat unique aura.
But it was still clear that he was indeed a Transformation Realm martial artist.
Ouyang Jing was secretly on guard, but his face remained impassive.
He led the way, passing through a long corridor and a rockery, finally arriving at a courtyard.
Two martial artists stood at the entrance, bowing respectfully upon seeing Ouyang Jing.
Ouyang Jing waved his hand and led Zhang Su and the others straight inside.
Soon, the group arrived at the main hall of the Hidden Sword Manor.
The hall was large, with several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, all by renowned artists.
Several mahogany chairs with brocade cushions were placed against the wall, appearing quite elegant.
Zhang Su looked up and
saw many people in the hall. The person
sitting at the head of the table was likely the master of the Hidden Sword Manor.
He was about fifty years old, with a square face, a short beard, and sharp, shrewd eyes.
He wore a dark brocade robe with a jade belt around his waist, sitting there with an air of quiet authority.
Two men and two women sat on either side of him, watching him with interest.
One of the men was a handsome young man in white, none other than Shen Mufeng.
The other was a man in his thirties, with a sallow complexion and a sickly appearance.
Of the two women, one was young and beautiful, dressed in a light purple dress, with a hint of arrogance in her eyes—this was Ouyang Zhi.
The other was a quiet woman, sitting quietly beside Shen Mufeng, her gaze sweeping over Zhang Su a few times before returning to his own.
"Which one of you is the master of Cangjian Manor?"
Zhang Su spoke proactively, his voice not loud, but remarkably clear in the quiet living room.
"I am the master of Cangjian Manor, young hero Zhang. What brings you here from afar?"
Ouyang Chuan asked directly, without any formality.
His tone wasn't exactly cold, but it was certainly not enthusiastic.
Zhang Su stared at Ouyang Chuan and said calmly, "Master Ouyang, I have issued a martial arts manhunt for Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui. I've heard that Cangjian Manor intends to protect them. Is this true?"
His words seemed to be a question.
Zhang Su's gaze met Ouyang Chuan's directly, without yielding an inch.
"That's right, Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui are from my Hidden Sword Manor, and my Hidden Sword Manor will naturally protect them."
Ouyang Chuan admitted directly.
Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui's allegiance to Hidden
Sword Manor was personally approved by him. These two are quite skilled, one with Ming Jin (manifest strength) and the other with An Jin (hidden strength), making them formidable fighters even within Hidden Sword Manor.
Now that they've been taken in, how can they be handed over? If word
gets out, how can Hidden Sword Manor maintain its standing in the martial world?
"So, Hidden Sword Manor intends to take on the grudge between me and Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui?"
Zhang Su's voice remained calm, but his tone had deepened.
His words seemed to carry a hint of accusation.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the living room became tense.
Ouyang Chuan frowned.
He stared at Zhang Su, seemingly puzzled as to why Zhang Su dared to be so aggressive in Hidden Sword Manor.
Was it simply because Zhang Su was a disciple of the Guiyuan Sect?
But Hidden Sword Manor was not a force under the Guiyuan Sect.
"Hmph, so what?"
Ouyang Chuan said coldly.
His patience had almost worn thin.
A young man, relying on his status as an inner disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, was swaggering around on his Cangjian Manor's territory. Did he really think he, Ouyang Chuan, was easy to bully?
Zhang Su glanced at Ouyang Chuan and the others.
His gaze swept over Shen Mufeng, Ouyang Zhi, and the others.
Only then did he realize that his reputation as an inner disciple of the Guiyuan Sect didn't seem to carry much weight in Cangjian Manor.
No wonder Cangjian Manor dared to ignore the Jianghu kill order.
Zhang Su understood, but his face remained calm.
"Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui once wiped out the entire Gu family of Qingquan Prefecture, with only Miss Gu Ying surviving by chance. Manor Lord Ouyang, I'll ask one last time, does Cangjian Manor intend to take on the grudge between Zhou Sandao, Jiang Kui, and Miss Gu Ying?"
Zhang Su's words made everyone's hearts tighten.
Everyone could understand the implication of his words.
That was a feud that could lead to the annihilation of an entire sect.
If Hidden Sword Manor accepted the grudge, would Zhang Su dare to destroy them?
The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.
"Insolence!"
At this moment, Ouyang Zhi couldn't help but speak up.
She abruptly stood up, sneering, "Zhang Su, don't put on airs as a disciple of the Guiyuan Sect. This isn't the Guiyuan Sect's territory; it's Medicine Valley's territory. Do you, a mere Guiyuan Sect disciple, dare to destroy Hidden Sword Manor on Medicine Valley's land?"
Ouyang Zhi's words were firm and resolute, carrying an undeniable arrogance.
She was tall and beautiful, her eyebrows furrowed, her almond-shaped eyes filled with fury.
As a direct disciple of a Medicine Valley elder, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?
A Guiyuan Sect inner disciple threatening to destroy an entire sect on Medicine Valley's territory—it was utterly absurd!
Zhang Su glanced at Ouyang Zhi but completely ignored her.
His gaze passed over Ouyang Zhi, fixing solely on Ouyang Chuan.
"Master Ouyang, tell me the answer. Is Hidden Sword Manor truly going to take on the feud between Zhou Sandao, Jiang Kui, and the Gu family?"
Zhang Su's voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard him clearly.
At this moment, Ouyang Chuan fell silent.
He stared at Zhang Su,
noticing that Zhang Su had remained calm throughout.
From the moment he entered until now, no matter what he said, no matter how much Ouyang Zhi provoked him, Zhang Su's expression hadn't changed much.
This calmness made Ouyang Chuan feel vaguely uneasy.
This was Hidden Sword Manor, and there were quite a few Transformation Realm martial artists here.
There were even Transformation Realm martial artists from Medicine Valley like Shen Mufeng nearby.
Hidden Sword Manor also had a Core Formation Realm expert in charge, which was common knowledge in the martial arts world.
But how could Zhang Su be so calm?
What gave him the right?
Ouyang Chuan couldn't understand.
"You—"
Ouyang Zhi was furious when she saw Zhang Su ignoring her.
Her face flushed red, and her chest heaved violently; she was clearly very angry.
From childhood to adulthood, wherever she went, Ouyang Zhi was always the center of attention.
In Medicine Valley, she was a direct disciple of the elders, and her senior brothers and sisters all deferred to her.
Back at Hidden Sword Manor, she was the darling of the manor lord, and everyone fawned over her.
But now, a disciple of the Guiyuan Sect dared to ignore her!
How could Ouyang Zhi tolerate this?
Just as she was about to lash out, Shen Mufeng suddenly spoke up.
"Brother Zhang, I am Shen Mufeng, a disciple of Medicine Valley. Your vengeance is a matter of江湖恩怨 (jianghu grievances), but threatening to exterminate Hidden Sword Manor is going too far!"
Shen Mufeng stood up, his tone gentle, but his words were not light.
He deliberately emphasized his identity as a disciple of Medicine Valley.
This was a reminder to Zhang Su that this was not Guiyuan Sect territory, but Medicine Valley territory.
"Hmm? You also want to take on this grudge?"
Zhang Su's gaze instantly fixed on Shen Mufeng.
His eyes were sharp as knives.
"Uh—"
Shen Mufeng's expression stiffened.
Under Zhang Su's icy scrutiny, Shen Mufeng's gentle demeanor vanished.
He was even somewhat annoyed.
Given his status and position, he would be an honored guest wherever he went.
Everyone would give him face.
But Zhang Su in front of him showed him no respect whatsoever. He was
even so aggressive.
Shen Mufeng's smile froze on his face, a shadow flashing in his eyes.
"Zhang Su, you, a disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, are so presumptuous on my Medicine Valley's territory, you—"
Before Shen Mufeng could finish speaking, Zhang Su interrupted him.
"Stop talking nonsense. You just think that because this is Medicine Valley's territory, and you are all martial artists at the Transformation Realm, I, an outsider from the Guiyuan Sect, want to suppress you local bullies and make you feel humiliated."
Zhang Su's voice echoed in the empty living room.
His gaze swept across the faces of everyone present.
"Or perhaps you think I, a mere Transformation Realm martial artist, am insignificant."
"Words are useless. Come, fight me. If you win, you can say whatever you want. But if you lose—you'll die! Think carefully, who goes first? Or perhaps you can all come at once!"
These words silenced the previously noisy living room.
Anger!
Utter anger!
Both Shen Mufeng and Ouyang Chuan felt immense rage.
The gentleness on Shen Mufeng's face vanished, replaced by a livid expression.
He was a prominent figure among the inner disciples of Medicine Valley; he had never been so disregarded before.
Ouyang Chuan's expression was no better.
He was the master of Hidden Sword Manor; in this small territory, he was the local tyrant.
Now, a young martial artist from outside stood on his land, uttering such words in front of so many people—it was a slap in the face.
But after the initial anger subsided, they calmed down.
They all stared at Zhang Su with suspicion.
No one was a fool.
Zhang Su was so arrogant; what was he relying on?
A mere Transformation Realm martial artist, facing the Hidden Sword Manor, which also had Transformation Realm martial artists present, and even disciples from the Medicine Valley, dared to say, "Come at me all at once!"
He was either insane or truly confident.
Zhang Su didn't seem insane.
So, where did his confidence come from?
"What, you dare not? If you dare not, then hand over Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui!"
Zhang Su's voice rang out again.
He gave the Hidden Sword Manor two choices:
either fight him, or
hand over Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui.
Of course, the Hidden Sword Manor had another option: to besiege Zhang Su at all costs and keep him permanently within their manor.
But if they did that, the consequences would be dire.
The Guiyuan Sect wouldn't launch a major attack on the Hidden Sword Manor.
But Zhang Su also had a master, supposedly a powerful Acquired Realm expert.
Zhang Su died in a one-on-one fight, which could only be attributed to inferior skill.
But if he were besieged by the Hidden Sword Manor, it would be a different story.
A single Acquired Realm expert was enough to raze the entire Hidden Sword Manor to the ground.
But if Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui were handed over like this, what face would the Hidden Sword Manor have left in the martial arts world?
Ouyang Chuan was caught in a dilemma.
He pondered for a moment before finally speaking.
"Go, take Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui to the training ground. Also, call your third uncle."
"Yes."
Ouyang Jing immediately turned and left the living room.
He understood his father's meaning.
Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui were the parties involved, so they naturally had to be present.
As for his third uncle—
Ouyang Jing's heart skipped a beat, knowing that his father was preparing for the worst.
His third uncle, Ouyang Pu, was the top expert among the Transformation Realm cultivators of the Hidden Sword Manor, possessing a peak Transformation Realm cultivation, and it was said that he was only one step away from the Core Formation Realm.
With him there, even if Zhang Su had any real skills, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.
"Zhang Su, let's go to the training ground."
Ouyang Chuan no longer bothered with Zhang Su and left the living room directly.
His back was straight, his steps steady, showing no sign of panic.
But those who knew him well knew that the manor owner was truly enraged.
"Senior Brother Shen, what should we do?"
The woman beside Shen Mufeng asked softly.
Her name was Lin Caiwei, also an inner disciple of Medicine Valley, with the cultivation of the early stage of Transformation Realm.
"Junior Sister Lin, with me here, there's no need to worry. Let's go see what Zhang Su is relying on to dare to venture into Hidden Sword Manor alone?"
Shen Mufeng took a deep breath, and a smile returned to his face.
However, that smile looked somewhat cold.
After saying that, Shen Mufeng and the others went to the training ground together.
Zhang Su's expression was calm, and he followed behind with Gu Ying and the other two.
Gu Ying's palms were already sweaty, but she still gritted her teeth and followed, not falling behind.
Wang Hu and Zhou Yong's faces were pale, and their legs were a little weak, but they could only grit their teeth and follow.
Soon, the group arrived at the training ground.
The training ground was located on the east side of Hidden Sword Manor, an open space several dozen feet in circumference, paved with neat bluestone slabs.
On one side of the ground were weapon racks, displaying a variety of weapons including swords, spears, and halberds.
On the other side was a row of stone benches, clearly for people to rest or watch the battles.
At this moment, Ouyang Jing arrived with Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui.
"Zhou Sandao! And Jiang Kui—"
Upon seeing the two, Gu Ying immediately gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred.
She would never forget these two men.
It was they who had broken into the Gu family in the dead of night.
A flash of blade, a splatter of blood.
Her parents lay in pools of blood, the cries of her younger siblings abruptly silenced.
That night was the deepest nightmare of her life.
"It's Gu Ying—"
Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui's expressions changed slightly.
Zhou Sandao was a middle-aged man in his forties, burly and with a fierce face, carrying a broad-backed sword on his back.
Jiang Kui was thinner, with a pointed face and a pair of triangular eyes that darted around.
The two men's expressions changed the moment they saw Gu Ying.
Gu Ying had actually come too; it seemed she really wanted revenge.
Zhou Sandao instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword, and Jiang Kui quietly took a half-step back.
They were incredibly uneasy,
fearing that Hidden Sword Manor would hand them over.
Their gazes furtively drifted towards Ouyang Chuan, trying to glean something from the manor lord's face.
But Ouyang Chuan's expression was gloomy, revealing nothing.
"Father, Third Uncle has arrived,"
Ouyang Jing said softly.
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a subtle ease.
Clearly, his Third Uncle's arrival put him at ease.
Ouyang Chuan nodded slightly and turned around.
A middle-aged man walked slowly from outside the martial arts arena.
He was tall and slender, wearing a gray robe, with an ancient longsword hanging at his waist.
His eyes were half-open, revealing no emotion.
His hair was casually tied back with a wooden hairpin.
At first glance, this man resembled a down-on-his-luck, frail scholar, devoid of any martial arts aura.
Yet, the moment everyone present saw him, they unconsciously held their breath.
"Third brother, thank you for your trouble,"
Ouyang Chuan said to his third brother, Ouyang Pu.
This Ouyang Pu was the third master of the Hidden Sword Manor.
Yet, he was obsessed with swordsmanship. He
was practically the number one expert in the Transformation Realm of the Hidden Sword Manor!
Apart from the elders of the Dan Realm, Ouyang Pu was the strongest among the Transformation Realm experts.
Clearly, Ouyang Chuan valued Zhang Su highly and did not underestimate him in the slightest.
He directly dispatched the strongest fighter among the Transformation Realm experts of the Hidden Sword Manor.
Ouyang Pu nodded and then went to the training ground, facing Zhang Su across the distance.
He walked extremely slowly, each step as if measured, his pace even and unhurried.
Reaching the center of the training ground, he stopped, raised his eyelids, and looked at Zhang Su opposite him.
His gaze was calm, devoid of any extra emotion.
The moment Ouyang Pu appeared, even Shen Mufeng's expression turned serious.
The smile on Shen Mufeng's face vanished completely, replaced by earnestness and apprehension.
Lin Caiwei asked curiously, "Senior Brother Shen, seeing how serious you are, is this Third Master of the Hidden Sword Manor very strong?"
Although she was also an inner disciple of the Medicine Valley, she spent most of her time cultivating within the valley and rarely ventured out for training.
She had only heard of the names of many martial arts masters in the Jianghu, but had never actually encountered them.
Shen Mufeng glanced at Lin Caiwei and said softly, "Junior Sister Lin, you haven't traveled the Jianghu, so you don't know how powerful Ouyang Pu is. This Third Master of the Hidden Sword Manor is known as the 'Little Sword God of the Jianghu,' his swordsmanship is divine. He once roamed the Jianghu alone with his sword, slaying more than ten masters of the Transformation Realm."
Shen Mufeng's tone was low as he spoke, his gaze fixed on the gray figure in the arena.
Lin Caiwei seemed thoughtful.
However, she was still not entirely convinced.
After all, she knew that most martial artists in the Jianghu weren't very strong, not comparable to disciples of major sects.
Titles like "Little Sword God" were just empty words.
In Medicine Valley, there were plenty of Transformation Realm disciples, and many with outstanding swordsmanship.
How strong could the swordsmanship of a Jianghu martial artist be?
Shen Mufeng knew Lin Caiwei didn't believe him, so he didn't explain further.
He had been through the Jianghu and knew Ouyang Pu's prowess.
Although he was also quite arrogant, he was self-aware enough to know his own strength and was probably no match for Ouyang Pu.
Hidden Sword Manor sending Ouyang Pu was a sign of their high regard for Zhang Su, ensuring everything went smoothly!
Shen Mufeng's gaze swept back and forth between Zhang Su and Ouyang Pu, secretly pondering.
Zhang Su dared to come alone, so he must have some skill.
But facing an opponent like Ouyang Pu, he probably wouldn't fare well.
"It's the Third Master who's made a move! We're saved! It seems Hidden Sword Manor hasn't given up on us." " With
the Third Master's intervention, few among those at the Transformation Realm can rival him—"
Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui exchanged glances, their faces filled with joy.
Zhou Sandao's eyes shone.
He subconsciously loosened his grip on his sword.
Jiang Kui let out a long breath, a smile appearing on his face.
They had been in Hidden Sword Manor for some time now and naturally knew the power of the Third Master, Ouyang Pu. He had never been defeated among those at the Transformation Realm.
In the martial world, he was even known as the "Little Sword God."
Although many titles were commonplace in the martial world, titles like "Sword God" still carried some weight. With
Hidden Sword Manor sending Ouyang Pu this time, they felt safe.
At least their lives were spared.
As for Zhang Su, he might have some reputation within the Guiyuan Sect, but how could he compare to
Ouyang Pu, who swept through the martial world and earned the title of "Little Sword God"?
Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui exchanged a glance, both seeing relief in each other's eyes.
Hidden Sword Manor had indeed not disappointed them.
Behind Zhang Su, Gu Ying had just overheard Wang Hu and Zhou Yong quietly introducing Ouyang Pu's reputation in the martial world.
Wang Hu's face was pale, his voice trembling: "Third Master Ouyang Pu—I've heard of his name in the martial world. Ten years ago, he single-handedly killed seven experts of the Transformation Realm, two of whom were at the late Transformation Realm stage. After that battle, no one in the martial world dared to underestimate Hidden Sword Manor."
Zhou Yong added in a low voice, "We haven't heard any news about him in the martial world for several years, but today—"
Gu Ying's face turned deathly pale.
She only wanted revenge, not for Zhang Su to be harmed.
She even regretted letting Zhang Su come to Hidden Sword Manor.
But now, the die was cast.
Even if she wanted to leave, it was too late.
Because this was no longer just about revenge;
it was also about the reputation of Zhang Su and the Hidden Sword Manor.
Zhang Su didn't care about what others thought.
His gaze was fixed on Ouyang Pu.
After months of slaughter in Hengshan County, Zhang Su's horizons had broadened considerably.
He could tell at a glance that Ouyang Pu was no ordinary
person. This man's aura was completely different from the Transformation Realm martial artists he had encountered before.
If an ordinary Transformation Realm martial artist was a sharp blade, then Ouyang Pu was a sword hidden in its sheath.
When still, he had no sharpness.
But once drawn, he would be earth-shattering.
But so what?
No matter how strong, could he be stronger than Dugu Jian?
Moreover, Zhang Su had now broken through to the Transformation Realm, and his strength was even greater.
Even if Dugu Jian were resurrected, he could kill Dugu Jian again.
And it would definitely be easier than the last time.
Zhang Su's gaze was calm as still water, without the slightest fluctuation.
His right hand hung naturally at his side, fingers slightly bent, resting on the hilt of the Frost Sword.
This sword had been with him for some time; the hilt had been worn smooth and gleaming by his hands.
"Hidden Sword Manor, Ouyang Pu,"
the gray-robed man opposite him finally spoke.
His voice was deep, slightly hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.
"Guiyuan Sect, Zhang Su,"
Zhang Su also introduced himself.
The two exchanged names according to the rules of the martial world.
"I haven't drawn my sword for three years,"
Ouyang Pu said slowly, his voice still deep.
He raised his right hand and slowly gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"My sword, nurtured for three years, once drawn, I can't stop myself, and you might die!"
His tone was calm, as if stating a fact.
There was no threat, only the inevitable outcome.
"I'm different; I draw my sword often,"
Zhang Su said calmly.
His thumb gently pushed, revealing a sliver of cold light at the hilt of the Frost Sword.
"However, once my Frost Sword is drawn, it will draw blood, and you may die too!"
Their gazes clashed in the air.
There were no sparks, no killing intent.
Only an extremely calm standoff.
Ouyang Pu remained silent.
He gently gripped the hilt
of his sword. The moment Ouyang Pu grasped the hilt, his aura instantly changed.
If before, Ouyang Pu was merely a somewhat silent, cold-tempered martial artist,
then now, the moment he held the hilt, he seemed to transform into a sharp, formidable sword.
Undeniable.
The air in the training ground seemed to grow heavy.
Several of the closest Hidden Sword Manor martial artists involuntarily took a few steps back, their faces pale.
Even Shen Mufeng subconsciously tensed, ready to strike at any moment.
"Could this be the Hidden Sword Manor's renowned sword-nurturing technique?"
Shen Mufeng was startled and blurted out.
He had heard his master mention this sword technique before, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.
"Senior Brother Shen, what is the Sword Nourishing Technique?"
Lin Caiwei asked.
Although she couldn't sense the sharp aura emanating from Ouyang Pu, she vaguely sensed something unusual from Shen Mufeng's reaction.
"The Sword Nourishing Technique is a very unique sword technique. It is said that it requires the swordsman to nourish the sword with the purest sword heart. Once the sword is drawn, it can form a terrifying attack on the spiritual level."
Shen Mufeng spoke faster than usual, his eyes fixed on Ouyang Pu's hands.
"Some speculate that this Sword Nourishing Technique is derived from the true meaning of martial arts, and is extremely profound. Although the Sword Nourishing Technique is powerful, it is extremely difficult to cultivate. If one is not a pure swordsman and has not reached the level of sword heart clarity, it is impossible to even enter the gate—I never thought that Ouyang Pu could actually master this sword technique. Among those who have reached the Transformation Realm, he is probably invincible—"
Shen Mufeng said with great amazement.
Clearly, he held the Hidden Sword Manor's sword-nurturing techniques in high esteem.
This was the foundation of the Hidden Sword Manor.
For the past three years, Ouyang Pu had been nurturing his sword, which was why he had hardly ever traveled the martial world.
The longer the sword nurtured, the more terrifying the swordsmanship became.
Although it was only a mental attack, it was precisely this kind of attack that made it so difficult to defend against.
Shen Mufeng paused slightly at this point.
If he were standing opposite Ouyang Pu, he wouldn't be confident he could withstand this sword strike.
"Whoosh."
Ouyang Pu drew his sword.
The sound of the sword being drawn was very light, as light as a breeze blowing through a bamboo forest.
But in everyone's perception, it seemed that only a sword remained in the world.
The sword was entirely silver-white, with a faint radiance flowing across its blade, as if it were alive.
The blade reflected a cold, icy light under the sunlight.
This sword seemed to pierce straight into the soul.
It wasn't just something that could be seen with the eyes; it was as if an invisible sword flew from Ouyang Pu's hand, piercing straight into the depths of everyone present's minds.
Others only endured less than 10% of the impact of the sword-cultivation technique.
But Zhang Su was different.
He endured almost 90% of the impact.
That kind of mental shock, even with the strongest will, would cause a momentary lapse in concentration.
This is the essence of Ouyang Pu's sword-cultivation technique.
The intent arrives before the sword.
The true killing move only descends the moment the opponent is stunned by that aura.
Three years of sword cultivation, all for this moment.
Any other martial artist at the Transformation Realm would, at best, be momentarily stunned by this soul-piercing impact, and at worst, faint on the spot.
In that brief moment, Ouyang Pu's sword could already pierce the opponent's heart.
However, Zhang Su was different.
His martial arts true intent condensation had reached 1%.
Although he was far from fully condensing his martial arts true intent, he had already embarked on the path of condensing it.
After all, he had fused two divine intents:
the divine intent of the Nine Shadows Sword Technique and the divine intent of the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique. These two divine intents were like two invisible locks, firmly protecting Zhang Su's mind.
At this moment, when Ouyang Pu drew his sword, which he had nurtured for three years, the terrifying mental impact was completely dispelled by Zhang Su's two divine intents.
Zhang Su only felt a slight ripple in his mind.
That was all.
His gaze remained clear, and his mind remained calm.
Ouyang Pu's sword-nurturing technique had no effect on him.
As for the sword strike Ouyang Pu unleashed, it
was incredibly powerful!
The silver-white blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Zhang Su.
The speed, angle, and force of this strike were all perfect.
Even a martial artist at the late stage of the Transformation Realm would find it difficult to dodge such a strike.
However, in Zhang Su's perception, it was as slow as a snail, negligible.
The enhanced perception brought by the Transformation Realm, coupled with the strengthening of his mind by the two divine intents, allowed Zhang Su's observation skills to reach an astonishing level.
Although Ouyang Pu's sword was fast, every detail was magnified countless times in Zhang Su's eyes.
The trembling of the sword tip, the slight adjustment of the wrist, even the change in Ouyang Pu's breathing, were all clearly visible.
"Clang."
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Su
drew his sword.
The Cold Frost Sword was unsheathed.
Its clear, resonant sound echoed throughout the entire training ground.
In that instant, Zhang Su's figure moved like a phantom, taking a step forward.
In the void, countless sword shadows seemed to appear, each accompanied by faint sounds of wind and thunder.
This was a combination of the Nine Shadows Sword Technique and the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique.
Both techniques had given birth to divine intent.
Now combined, they were incredibly fast.
The Nine Shadows Sword Technique emphasized the flying sword shadows, making it difficult to distinguish between real and illusion.
The Wind and Thunder Sword Technique pursued speed like the wind and power like thunder.
When the two merged, their power was far more than simply the sum of its parts.
Those sword shadows were not illusions.
Every single one was real.
Because of the incredible speed, the sword left several afterimages in the air.
Each afterimage resembled a real sword blade, making it impossible to tell which was real and which was illusory.
Then, the sword shadows all fell towards Ouyang Pu in an instant.
Zhang Su could even see a hint of surprise on Ouyang Pu's face.
The previously calm expression on that gaunt face finally changed.
His brows furrowed slightly, and disbelief flashed in his eyes.
"How could you be completely unaffected?"
Ouyang Pu was shocked.
Had his three years of nurturing his sword been nothing but a waste of time?
His sword-nurturing technique relied heavily on mental attacks as its most lethal weapon.
Three years of cultivated sword intent was enough to make any martial artist at the Transformation Realm lose their composure.
Yet Zhang Su seemed completely unaffected.
How could this be?
Unfortunately, he would never know the reason.
Zhang Su's sword shadows fell, each one a real sword blade.
"Pfft."
The next moment, Ouyang Pu seemed to be pierced through by the sword blades.
His throat, heart, and other vital parts were all pierced.
Blood gushed from the wounds.
Ouyang Pu's body froze on the spot, the long sword in his hand clattering to the ground.
His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but only a muffled breath escaped his lips.
Then, his body swayed slightly.
With a "thud," he collapsed into a pool of blood.
The dignified "Little Sword God," the third master of Hidden Sword Manor, Ouyang Pu, a peak-level expert in the Transformation Realm, was dead!
The martial arts arena fell into a deathly silence.
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