Chapter 27

"Zi Yan, which top academy are you planning to attend?"

Qin Shenglong couldn't help but ask.

He always needed to know his granddaughter's thoughts in advance so that he could handle any calls that came later.

However, Qin Yuyan remained silent.

"Grandpa, I... I don't want to leave Jianghai City."

"What? You don't want to leave Jianghai City? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! You..."

Qin Shenglong wanted to say more, but Chang Feng interjected to advise:

"Old Qin, I also think it's better for Yuyan to stay in Jianghai City.

First, she hasn't fully digested that blade intent. Even if she goes to a top academy, the knowledge she learns won't be as substantial as that blade intent.

Second, if that expert is still in Jianghai City, encountering him again could be a great fortune for Yuyan."

Qin Shenglong nodded.

"Yes, you're right. I didn't think it through. From now on, Yuyan, you can practice however you want! I won't interfere anymore."

...

On the other side, Park Jeong-sung walked out of Jianghai Martial Arts Academy, and Jin Kechang's gloomy mood vanished.

"Fortunately, you won this time. If you had lost, I would have faced a lot of responsibility when I returned.

But to be honest, you were too rash this time. If that Qin had deceived you and practiced more years of blade techniques, you might have failed.

In the future, absolutely no more of this kind of thing."

"Understood."

"Is your injury serious?"

"No problem, just a bit of internal damage. By the time we reach the next city, I'll be healed."

"Then I'll go book the train tickets right away. The high-speed rail in Jiuzhou is world-renowned, and there's no need to fly between small cities."

Park Jeong-sung nodded, and the two didn't take a taxi but walked instead.

Martial artists' speed is naturally not low, and it's fine to walk occasionally.

The two crossed a bridge and arrived at the center of Jianghai City. Just as they reached a roundabout, Park Jeong-sung suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Jin Kechang couldn't help but frown.

Park Jeong-sung's expression was extremely serious.

As if he hadn't heard Jin Kechang, he slowly walked toward the golden bull statue in the roundabout.

"Park Jeong-sung, what are you doing?"

Jin Kechang shouted, but Park Jeong-sung seemed to be in a trance and completely ignored him.

Moreover, the closer he got to the golden bull statue, the more his body trembled.

When he reached the edge of the golden bull statue, he stared intently at the sword marks on it and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, falling to his knees.

"Jeong-sung!"

Jin Kechang's face changed drastically, and he immediately ran over, placing his hand on Park Jeong-sung's shoulder.

"Are you okay? What happened? Did you suffer internal injuries in the previous battle?"

Park Jeong-sung still didn't directly answer him but raised his hands high, laughing and shouting like a madman:

"I found it! I found it! The essence of swordsmanship! True swordsmanship!

Master, you were right. All the swordsmanship in the world comes from Jiuzhou, and all the martial arts in the world come from Jiuzhou!

Ha ha ha..."

...

Qin Shenglong and Du Changfeng, who were in Jianghai Martial Arts Academy, celebrating for Qin Yuyan, suddenly received a message from the Jianghai Guard Team.

Qin Shenglong's face instantly turned strange.

"Old Qin, what's going on?"

Qin Shenglong muttered:

"It's that Park Jeong-sung. He seems to have gone mad."

"Mad? What happened?"

"I don't know. They say he's sitting at a roundabout in our city and won't move. A citizen reported it, and Jin Kechang mentioned me, so they called."

Du Changfeng's expression turned serious.

"Let's go check it out. No matter what, he's from Hanzhou, and it involves diplomacy, so we can't be careless."

Qin Shenglong nodded, and the three quickly headed over.

With Du Changfeng, a grandmaster, and Qin Shenglong, a先天宗师 (先天宗师 translates to 'innate grandmaster' in English, but it's a specific term in Chinese martial arts literature, so I'll keep it as 'innate grandmaster'), their speed was naturally not a concern. They arrived at the roundabout in less than two minutes.

From a distance, they could hear Jin Kechang's roar, and there were many citizens gathered around, pointing and discussing.

"Are you mad? Do you want to practice here? What about the Jiuzhou swordsmanship challenge? How will you explain it to your master?"

The three pushed through the crowd and came to the roundabout flower bed.

They saw Park Jeong-sung sitting cross-legged in front of the golden bull, staring intently at the sword marks on the bull.

Jin Kechang was scolding him nonstop, and a few guard team members looked helpless.

"My God! This sword technique... it's incredible!"

When Qin Shenglong and Du Changfeng arrived, they only needed one glance to instantly narrow their eyes and hold their breath.

Although Qin Yuyan no longer practiced swordsmanship, she had practiced it before, so she could still feel the awe, making her scalp tingle.

This sword, though the marks were faint, had an effect far less than the blade master's cut on the river, but the sword intent was no weaker than the blade intent.

Because Qin Yuyan still had a blade intent in her mind, she could intuitively compare the two, and the difference was almost negligible!

Jianghai City actually had a swordsmanship master!

And this swordsmanship master's strength was no weaker than that of the blade master!

At this moment, a guard team member approached.

"Dean Qin, what do you think about this?"

"I'll handle it. Have them all disperse."

"Yes."

The guard team member quickly dispersed the crowd to avoid congestion.

Qin Shenglong and the others jumped onto the roundabout flower bed and came to Park Jeong-sung's side.

"Park Jeong-sung, how did you discover this sword technique?"

Park Jeong-sung finally came out of his meditation, turned to look at the three.

"I saw it by chance. I plan to practice in Jianghai City and leave only after I understand this sword intent. Dean Qin, is that against the rules?"

"..."

Qin Shenglong raised an eyebrow and then nodded.

He had no choice. Although this sword mark was strong and from Jiuzhou, there was no law prohibiting people from looking at it.

After all, it wasn't a Jiuzhou secret!

Moreover... to be honest, not just Park Jeong-sung, he himself wanted to take the bull back and look at it every day!

This swordsmanship master was too strong! So strong that even a genius like Park Jeong-sung was in awe!

Jin Kechang's eyes darted around. Park Jeong-sung had ignored him earlier, so he didn't know why Park Jeong-sung was doing this.

Now he seemed to understand. The sword marks on the golden bull carried sword intent and must be extremely valuable!

"Cough."

He cleared his throat and said:

"Dean Qin, how about this? Could you help us buy this golden bull? We're willing to pay any price."