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At the Hidden Sword Manor, Ouyang Chuan had been restless for the past few days.
He had been sitting in his study all day, the tea on the table long since cold, untouched.
Darkness was falling outside the window, and the food brought by the servants had been removed untouched.
Recently, many servants had been inexplicably punished by Ouyang Chuan.
Yesterday, a tea-serving maid was only slightly noisy when she walked, and Ouyang Chuan berated her severely, punishing her by making her kneel in the backyard for two whole hours.
This morning, someone practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard accidentally broke a flowerpot, and Ouyang Chuan immediately ordered her to be beaten thirty times.
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Now, no one dared to easily approach Ouyang Chuan.
Throughout the entire Hidden Sword Manor, everyone knew the manor lord was in a bad mood; he walked on tiptoe and dared not speak loudly.
However, this wasn't because Ouyang Chuan was temperamental, but because the pressure in his heart was growing heavier.
Five whole days had passed.
The elder still hadn't returned?
Five days ago, the elder left the manor to intercept Zhang Su.
From Hidden Sword Manor to the route Zhang Su took back to the Yuan Sect, it was a journey of only one or two days at a fast pace. A round trip
would take at most three days.
Yet the elder still hadn't returned.
Not even a word.
Ouyang Chuan didn't want to think about the worst possibility.
He already had a guess in his heart.
But that guess was so astonishing that Ouyang Chuan couldn't believe it until the very last moment.
If Hidden Sword Manor truly lost its elder, then Hidden Sword Manor would probably have to operate with a low profile
from now on. It would never regain its former glory.
Hidden Sword Manor's current status wasn't due to the dozens of Transformation Realm martial artists within the manor, nor its deep relationship with Medicine Valley, but rather to Elder Ouyang Yin.
A powerful expert at the peak of the Dan Jin realm is the pillar of the Hidden Sword Manor.
With Ouyang Yin around, no one in the martial world dares to offend the Hidden Sword Manor.
But if Ouyang Yin was gone—
Ouyang Chuan dared not think further.
"Impossible. The elder has nurtured his sword for thirty years. How could a mere Transformation Realm cultivator withstand a sword strike from the elder after thirty years?"
Ouyang Chuan murmured to himself,
as if trying to convince himself.
Thirty years of sword nurturing, one day the sword is drawn.
Although Ouyang Chuan hadn't witnessed the power of that sword strike firsthand, he had seen Ouyang Pu's sword strike after three years of nurturing.
Three years was already so terrifying; what about thirty years?
Ouyang Chuan couldn't imagine.
He felt that that sword strike was enough to kill any martial artist below the Gang Realm.
Even Gang Realm martial artists might not be able to withstand it.
But the elder hadn't returned yet, and he couldn't help feeling uneasy.
What if something unexpected happened—
Ouyang Chuan shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
"So, you did know Ouyang Yin was coming to kill me—"
Suddenly, a cold voice entered Ouyang Chuan's ears.
Ouyang Chuan shuddered.
"Who?"
Ouyang Chuan abruptly looked up at the window.
Almost instinctively, he drew his longsword and gripped it tightly.
Only when he touched the hilt did he feel a sense of security.
He looked out the window.
The night was deep, the moonlight like water, spilling onto the bluestone ground of the courtyard.
Several clumps of green bamboo grew by the courtyard wall, their leaves swaying gently in the night breeze, casting dappled shadows.
In those shadows stood a figure.
The person was dressed in black, a longsword hanging at their waist, standing quietly by the courtyard wall, as if they had been standing there for a long time.
When Ouyang Chuan clearly saw the figure standing outside the door, his pupils contracted sharply, and his heart was filled with shock.
He simply couldn't believe his eyes.
Zhang Su.
It was Zhang Su!
The other party had returned to Hidden Sword Manor.
But the clan elder hadn't returned.
Five days ago, the clan elder left the manor to intercept Zhang Su; five days later, Zhang Su returned, but the clan elder hadn't.
There was only one answer—
Ouyang Chuan's hand gripping the sword hilt trembled.
He didn't want to believe it, but the facts were right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to accept it.
"You—how are you not dead—"
Ouyang Chuan's voice trembled.
He opened his mouth, his lips cracked, his throat feeling as if something was blocking it.
He stared at Zhang Su, examining him carefully from head to toe.
Zhang Su stood there, unharmed, not even his clothes were torn.
Ouyang Chuan's gaze suddenly fell on the sword at Zhang Su's waist.
The sword's scabbard was black, without any decoration, and a circle of dark red silk thread was wrapped around the hilt.
That circle of silk thread was worn smooth, gleaming with a dark red luster under the moonlight.
Ouyang Chuan was all too familiar with this feature.
It was the clan elder's sword.
"That's—the Shadow Blade, the elder's sword!"
Ouyang Chuan's voice trembled.
The Shadow Blade was the elder's sword from thirty years ago. Although it wasn't used much afterward, it had always hung on the wall of the elder's bedroom.
The day the elder left the manor, he specifically took down this sword.
As long as the sword was there, the person was there; if the sword died, the person died.
Now that the Shadow Blade was in Zhang Su's hands, what would become of the elder? Need I say more?
"No, the elder was a peak Dan Jin expert. How could you, a mere Hua Jin, kill the elder? Impossible—"
Ouyang Chuan's eyes turned bloodshot.
He didn't believe it.
He didn't believe the elder would die at the hands of a Hua Jin martial artist.
A peak Dan Jin expert, who had nurtured his sword for thirty years, how could he possibly lose to a young man in his twenties?
But Zhang Su just quietly looked at Ouyang Chuan, without saying a word.
He simply stood there, his eyes calm.
There was no smugness, no mockery, not even any extra emotion.
But the more Zhang Su acted like this, the more desolate Ouyang Chuan felt.
He understood that the elder was most likely—gone.
Ouyang Chuan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Now was not the time for grief.
There was something more important at hand.
Why had Zhang Su returned?
Ouyang Chuan raised his head, his gaze returning to Zhang Su's face.
"You—you killed the clan elder, and you dare to come back?"
Ouyang Chuan said through gritted teeth.
His voice was filled with hatred, and also with a hint of fear that even he himself didn't realize.
"Jianghu matters should be settled in the Jianghu."
Zhang Su spoke.
"Since your Hidden Sword Manor chose to kill me, then you should have been prepared."
He paused, his gaze falling on Ouyang Chuan's face.
"The death of Ouyang Yin alone is not enough."
Ouyang Chuan's pupils contracted.
He understood Zhang Su's meaning.
Not enough.
Killing one clan elder was not enough.
Then what else was needed?
"Do you intend to destroy my Hidden Sword Manor?"
Ouyang Chuan's hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
Zhang Su didn't speak, just stared at Ouyang Chuan.
The meaning couldn't be clearer.
He wanted to destroy Hidden Sword Manor.
Ouyang Chuan's eyes reddened even more.
Hidden Sword Manor was the culmination of the efforts of generations of Ouyang family ancestors.
From a small blacksmith shop to the now renowned Hidden Sword Manor, this journey has taken hundreds of years.
How could a centuries-old foundation be destroyed in his hands?
Ouyang Chuan took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.
He coldly looked at Zhang Su: "My Hidden Sword Manor has a history of hundreds of years, with dozens of Transformation Realm warriors and countless Dark Realm warriors. There are thousands of warriors in the manor. You think you can destroy my Hidden Sword Manor by yourself? That's just wishful thinking!"
Dozens of Transformation Realm warriors and thousands of warriors—this force is indeed not to be underestimated.
Any Dan Realm warrior would have to think twice before facing such a force.
Moreover, Zhang Su is only at the Transformation Realm.
"Furthermore, my Hidden Sword Manor has a close relationship with Medicine Valley. Even if you are an inner disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, you cannot touch Hidden Sword Manor."
The relationship between Hidden Sword Manor and Medicine Valley is Ouyang Chuan's greatest source of confidence.
Medicine Valley is a major sect on par with the Guiyuan Sect and the Five Elements Sect.
Every year, Hidden Sword Manor pays tribute to Medicine Valley with a batch of top-quality swords. Many disciples of Medicine Valley are also on good terms with Hidden Sword Manor
. Hidden Sword Manor can easily mobilize many Dan Jin and Gang Jin masters in Medicine Valley.
Even elders at the Houtian realm have some connections with Hidden Sword Manor.
Without Medicine Valley's vast network of connections, how could Hidden Sword Manor have stood for hundreds of years?
If Hidden Sword Manor were to be destroyed, the repercussions would be too great.
Zhang Su naturally knew that Hidden Sword Manor and Medicine Valley had a close relationship.
But so what?
He killed someone and directly returned to the Yuan Sect. No matter
how strong Medicine Valley is, it can only put a little pressure on the Guiyuan Sect at most. What does that amount to?
In the martial world, strength is paramount!
"Ouyang Chuan, you've been in a high position for too long, scheming and plotting against this and that. You're no longer a true martial artist."
Zhang Su's voice was calm.
"Connections, status, and position are certainly important, but you've forgotten what it takes to establish yourself in the martial world?"
Ouyang Chuan was slightly taken aback.
What did he rely on?
Strength, and the sword in his hand.
Of course he knew all this.
But knowing it and doing it were two different things.
Having been the head of the manor for so many years, he was used to solving problems with connections, used to intimidating people with his status, and used to defusing crises through the exchange of benefits.
He hadn't personally fought anyone in a long time.
So long that he couldn't even remember the last time he drew his sword.
Zhang Su gripped his sword tightly.
His meaning couldn't be clearer.
Connections, status—they were useless against absolute strength.
Ouyang Chuan looked at the sword in Zhang Su's hand, a chill suddenly rising in his heart.
He had seen countless martial artists.
Some relied on their connections, some clung to the powerful, some cultivated networks, some waited patiently for their moment to strike.
But Zhang Su was different.
This man was unlike other martial artists.
Those martial artists had fear, concerns, and too many constraints in their eyes.
They thought a lot before acting, considering the consequences of offending someone, the trouble of killing someone.
So they were always hesitant and cautious.
But Zhang Su wasn't.
Zhang Su's eyes were pure.
Pure killing intent.
Pure sword.
This man had no fear, no concerns, no superfluous thoughts.
He killed when he wanted to.
He wiped out an entire family when he wanted to.
Ouyang Chuan suddenly realized that his so-called connections were completely useless against Zhang Su.
Zhang Su simply didn't care.
"Run!"
Ouyang Chuan was also a Transformation Realm martial artist.
But he knew in his heart that he, a Transformation Realm martial artist, was on a completely different level from Zhang Su.
Zhang Su could kill the clan elders.
What about him?
He couldn't even beat Ouyang Pu.
He had no will to fight Zhang Su anymore.
Ouyang Chuan suddenly leaped towards the window beside him.
"Bang!"
Ouyang Chuan burst through the window.
The wooden planks of the window shattered, and wood chips flew everywhere.
The moment Ouyang Chuan landed, he rolled on the ground to dissipate the impact, then stood up and ran.
He shouted loudly, "Help! Help! Help—"
His voice carried far in the night sky, and the entire Hidden Sword Manor heard Ouyang Chuan's voice.
One by one, lights came on in the various courtyards of Hidden Sword Manor.
Some people were dressing, some were drawing their swords, and some were shouting.
"The Master of the Manor has been attacked!"
"Quick, go protect the Master of the Manor!"
Footsteps surged from all directions.
"Clang."
But the next moment, Zhang Su drew his sword.
The sound of the Shadowless Sword being drawn was crisp and melodious.
Moonlight shone on the sword, reflecting a cold white light.
Zhang Su used the Yin-Yang Combined Force to activate the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, combined with the Shadowless Sword in his hand.
This sword was truly as fast as lightning, reaching Ouyang Chuan's back in an instant.
The sword blade tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, faintly accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.
Ouyang Chuan felt the chill behind him.
He turned around abruptly, his long sword sweeping horizontally.
This was a move he had practiced hundreds of times in his youth, a sword technique with wide and sweeping movements, specifically used to deal with enemies chasing from behind.
With his level of Transformation Force martial artist, he could at least block a few moves.
Unfortunately, he hadn't fought anyone for too long.
Too long.
So long that his swordsmanship had become rusty.
This sweeping sword strike was too forceful, the sword's momentum too wide, leaving the opponent wide open.
Zhang Su's sword slipped right through the gap in his attack.
His strike missed completely.
Ouyang Chuan's pupils dilated sharply.
He saw the blade of the Shadowless Sword flash past his eyes, then felt a chill on his neck.
"Pfft."
The Shadowless Sword lightly grazed Ouyang Chuan's neck.
Instantly, blood gushed out.
Ouyang Chuan's eyes widened.
One move.
Only one move.
He was also a Transformation Realm martial artist, yet he couldn't even block one move.
"You—"
Ouyang Chuan stared intently at Zhang Su.
His eyes held resentment, fear, and regret.
Only those who had truly fought Zhang Su knew how terrifying he was.
Those who watched could never understand the feeling of facing Zhang Su's sword directly.
It was too fast. So fast
that even though you saw it, you couldn't dodge it.
So fast that even though you knew you had to block, your body couldn't keep up.
Ouyang Chuan suddenly thought of Ouyang Pu.
Did Ouyang Pu also see the same sword light when he died?
In his dying moments, Ouyang Chuan regretted it.
He shouldn't have protected Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui.
Two outsiders, not worth it.
He shouldn't have let Ouyang Pu fight Zhang Su.
Ouyang Pu was the elder's lifeblood, the future of Cangjian Manor.
He shouldn't have let the patriarch intercept and kill Zhang Su halfway.
Leading to today's disaster.
If he hadn't done those things, Ouyang Pu wouldn't have died, the elder would still be alive, and Cangjian Manor would still stand strong.
None of this would have happened.
Unfortunately, there's no medicine for regret.
No matter how much he regretted it, it was useless.
"Thump."
Ouyang Chuan fell to the ground, completely lifeless.
"Manor Lord!"
"How dare you, who dares to assassinate the Manor Lord?"
"Manor Lord————"
At this moment, warriors from Cangjian Manor had arrived.
They surged in from all directions, each carrying a sword, some disheveled, some with disheveled hair, clearly awakened from their sleep.
When they saw Ouyang Chuan lying in a pool of blood, they were all extremely shocked and furious.
However, when Zhang Su turned around, everyone was startled when they saw him.
Under the moonlight, his young face was revealed.
Zhang Su?
The Zhang Su who could withstand three punches from the clan elder?
But Zhang Su had already left, so why had he returned to Hidden Sword Manor and even killed the manor lord, Ouyang Chuan?
Some people subconsciously took a half-step back.
Zhang Su's cold gaze swept over the martial artists of Hidden Sword Manor.
He had taken several days to return to Hidden Sword Manor, actually to recover his internal energy.
After all, he had previously used the Extreme Sword Style, depleting his internal energy, which needed several days to recover.
From the canyon to Hidden Sword Manor, he hadn't traveled quickly, recovering his internal energy as he went.
In a few days, his internal energy had recovered.
This time, Zhang Su returned to Hidden Sword Manor with only one purpose: to kill!
To settle this grudge in the most chivalrous way!
"Father—"
Ouyang Jing also arrived.
Hearing the call, he ran out of his courtyard, not even having time to put on his shoes, his bare feet stepping on the cold stone slabs.
When he saw Ouyang Chuan lying in a pool of blood, his eyes turned red.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on Zhang Su.
His eyes were filled with hatred.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh."
In the next moment, one figure after another appeared around Zhang Su, completely surrounding him.
One, two, three—
dozens of Transformation Realm martial artists!
They came from all corners of the manor, each holding a sword.
These people were the foundation accumulated by the Hidden Sword Manor over hundreds of years.
Ouyang Chuan was right, the Hidden Sword Manor did indeed have dozens of Transformation Realm martial artists.
Now, almost half of them were here.
"Zhang Su, you actually dared to kill the Manor Lord? You won't leave the Hidden Sword Manor today!"
an old man with gray hair shouted sharply.
"No matter who you are, you must die!"
another middle-aged martial artist pointed his sword directly at Zhang Su.
"We've already gone to invite the clan elders, you won't be able to escape today!"
someone mentioned the clan elders, their voice carrying a hint of confidence.
These Transformation Realm martial artists were still unaware that Ouyang Yin was already dead.
They assumed the clan elder was still in the manor, and that if he arrived, Zhang Su would surely die.
Zhang Su offered no explanation, nor did he need one.
"Kill! Kill him!"
Ouyang Jing commanded.
Instantly, dozens of martial artists at the Transformation Realm attacked.
This was no ordinary sparring match.
This was a brutal martial arts battle, where any means were justified!
Some attacked from the front, some circled around to the sides, and some leaped onto rooftops for a commanding view.
Swords flashed, their cold glints gleaming as dozens of longswords thrust towards Zhang Su from different directions.
These Transformation Realm martial artists employed diverse styles.
Some used the orthodox swordsmanship of the Hidden Sword Manor, methodical and steady.
Others used unorthodox swordsmanship circulating in the martial arts world, unpredictable and designed to strike vital points.
Some wielded fast swords, some used heavy swords, and some used unorthodox techniques.
Dozens of different sword styles attacked simultaneously, blocking all of Zhang Su's escape routes.
Although, once strength reaches a certain level, quantity becomes meaningless,
Zhang Su was merely a Transformation Realm martial artist.
Even if they were comparable to Dan Jin, a true Dan Jin martial artist would be in grave danger under the siege of dozens of Hua Jin martial artists.
After all, Hua Jin martial artists are not common.
Gathering dozens of Hua Jin martial artists is actually very difficult.
But this is the Hidden Sword Manor.
Only with the foundation of the Hidden Sword Manor over hundreds of years could so many Hua Jin martial artists be gathered at once.
This was the first time Zhang Su had encountered such a formation.
However, Zhang Su was never afraid of being surrounded.
One person or ten people were the same to Zhang Su!
"Whoosh."
Zhang Su moved.
He thrust out with his sword, and it seemed that the sky was filled with sword shadows.
The dense sword shadows covered the sky and the earth, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Every sword shadow looked real, and every sword shadow looked fake.
Moreover, the sound of wind and thunder came from within every sword shadow. The
power of the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique was enhanced by the Nine Shadows Sword Technique, and the two divine intentions erupted at the same time.
There was also his movement technique.
Many people did not notice Zhang Su's movement technique.
After all, compared to Zhang Su's swordsmanship, his agility seemed less remarkable.
But in reality, Zhang Su's agility was formidable.
Back when he was still at the Inner Strength level, during his battle with the Five Elements Sect in Hengshan County, no Transformation Strength martial artist could keep up with his speed.
Moreover, now that Zhang Su had advanced to Transformation Strength, his agility had increased dramatically, becoming even more terrifying.
Thus, Zhang Su's movements were like a phantom, weaving through dozens of Transformation Strength martial artists.
His steps were light and swift, each step landing precisely on the gaps in the enemy's swordplay.
These Transformation Strength martial artists attacked fiercely, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of Zhang Su's clothes.
Someone thrust a sword, and although the tip clearly touched Zhang Su's back, the next moment Zhang Su vanished, the sword striking empty air.
Someone swept a sword horizontally, and although Zhang Su was clearly right in front of them, by the time the sword swept past, Zhang Su had already moved three steps away.
But Zhang Su only needed to draw his sword, and with a flash of light, he could kill a Transformation Realm martial artist.
His sword was too fast.
The Shadowless Sword streaked across the moonlight, each strike taking down a Transformation Realm martial artist.
A single sword to the throat, clean and swift.
One, three, five, eight, ten—
as one Transformation Realm martial artist after another fell, the bluestone ground of Hidden Sword Manor was covered with corpses.
To everyone's horror, Zhang Su—was completely unharmed?
There wasn't a single tear in his clothes, not a single wound on his body.
He moved with ease through the encirclement of dozens of Transformation Realm martial artists, visible yet untouchable.
Ten, twenty, thirty—
one after another, the Transformation Realm martial artists of Hidden Sword Manor fell.
From the initial dozens, only a handful remained.
The remaining few trembled.
They weren't unfamiliar with battle, nor had they been unaware of bloodshed.
But they had never witnessed anything like this.
One man, one sword, had killed over thirty Transformation Realm martial artists, yet
remained unscathed—it was simply unbelievable.
"No, how is this possible? He's only one person, how can he be this strong?"
Ouyang Jing's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.
He stood at the back of the crowd, watching Zhang Su move freely through them, watching the Transformation Realm martial artists of Hidden Sword Manor fall one after another.
His hand gripping the sword trembled as well.
This wasn't Hidden Sword Manor besieging Zhang Su; it was Zhang Su slaughtering the Transformation Realm martial artists of Hidden Sword Manor.
And he had slaughtered dozens of them!
Some martial artists with internal and external strength now looked at Zhang Su with immense fear.
They stood further away, not qualified to participate in the encirclement and kill.
Yet they had witnessed the entire process.
They saw how Zhang Su strolled leisurely amidst the attack of dozens of martial artists with external strength, how he reaped lives one by one with his sword.
It was as if they were watching a god of death.
Zhang Su was covered in blood, but it was all other people's.
His face remained calm.
He was simply killing.
Like doing something very ordinary.
"That looks like—the elder's sword?"
Someone finally noticed the sword in Zhang Su's hand.
In the moonlight, the scabbard of the sword was black, and dark red silk threads were wrapped around the hilt.
It was the Shadow Strike Sword of Elder Ouyang Yin.
Many people in Hidden Sword Manor recognized this sword.
"How come Zhang Su has the elder's sword?"
"The Shadow Strike Sword, that's right, it's the elder's Shadow Strike Sword. It's been so long, and the elder hasn't appeared, could it be—"
Someone finally thought of that terrible possibility.
The elder's personal sword was in Zhang Su's hands, but the elder hadn't appeared.
Given the length of time, the elder should have arrived long ago.
Yet, there wasn't even a trace of him.
There was only one possibility.
But this answer was too absurd.
Just thinking about it sent chills down one's spine.
"Pfft."
Zhang Su swung his sword, and Ouyang Jing, without a shred of resistance, was struck in the throat and fell to the ground.
Ouyang Jing was dead.
Almost all the experts of Hidden Sword Manor were slaughtered that night.
The remaining Dark Force and Bright Force martial artists, seeing this scene, had no will to fight.
"Run!"
someone shouted.
Instantly, countless Dark Force and Bright Force martial artists fled frantically.
They ran desperately towards the outside of the manor.
Some scaled walls, some jumped through windows, some simply smashed open the gates.
No one looked back.
They knew very well that Hidden Sword Manor was now completely finished.
The elder was dead, the manor lord was dead, the young master was dead, and most of the dozens of Transformation Force martial artists were dead.
The foundation of Hidden Sword Manor had crumbled.
Even if some Transformation Realm martial artists were still alive, they couldn't sustain the situation.
Now, all they wanted was to escape Hidden Sword Manor, to escape as far away as possible.
Zhang Su, wielding the Shadow Strike Sword, rampaged through Hidden Sword Manor with impunity.
Anyone who dared to resist was killed with a single strike. He
continued killing until no one dared to resist anymore.
The entire Hidden Sword Manor finally fell silent.
There were no more shouts of battle, only the night wind howling through the empty courtyards.
Zhang Su's Shadow Strike Sword was still dripping blood.
Drops of dark red blood dripped from the tip of the sword.
He saw a Ming Realm martial artist.
It was a young man, in his early twenties, wearing a gray short robe, huddled in a corner of the courtyard wall, trembling all over.
He had no sword in his hand, clearly having given up resistance.
When he saw Zhang Su walking towards him, he trembled all over as well.
"Spare me, Young Hero Zhang, spare me!"
The Ming Realm martial artist was terrified, his face pale, and immediately kowtowed, begging for mercy.
His forehead slammed against the bluestone ground with a thud, drawing blood after a few blows.
"Take me to the place where Hidden Sword Manor keeps its martial arts manuals, and I'll spare your life,"
Zhang Su said.
The Ming Jin martial artist abruptly raised his head, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.
"I know the Hidden Sword Manor's Martial Arts Pavilion. Young Hero Zhang, please follow me."
The Ming Jin martial artist dared not delay, immediately rising and respectfully leading Zhang Su to the Martial Arts Pavilion.
His legs were still trembling, but his steps were swift.
Zhang Su returned to Hidden Sword Manor not only to destroy it, but also to peruse its martial arts manuals.
After all, Hidden Sword Manor had been passed down for hundreds of years; it should possess numerous martial arts manuals.
Zhang Su would not give up on the martial arts of Hidden Sword Manor.
The two passed through several corridors and arrived at a pavilion at the back of the manor.
The pavilion was small, only two stories high, with blue bricks and black tiles, and upturned eaves.
A plaque hung above the door, bearing three large characters: Martial Arts Pavilion.
The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with strong, straight strokes, clearly the work of a master.
"Young Master Zhang, this is the Hidden Martial Pavilion. All the martial arts of Hidden Sword Manor are inside,"
the Ming Jin martial artist said respectfully.
His voice was still trembling, but he tried to appear calm.
Zhang Su nodded.
"Get lost."
"Thank you, Young Master Zhang."
The Ming Jin martial artist didn't dare linger and immediately left the Hidden Martial Pavilion, rushing towards the manor's exit.
Zhang Su immediately entered the Hidden Martial Arts Pavilion.
The pavilion was dark, with only the moonlight filtering through the windows barely illuminating any outlines.
Several large bookshelves stood on the first floor, neatly filled with numerous volumes.
Some were made of paper, some of silk, and some of bamboo slips.
"Alas—I never imagined that the centuries-old legacy of the Hidden Sword Manor would be destroyed today—"
Suddenly, a soft sigh echoed from within the Hidden Martial Arts Pavilion.
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