Chapter 60

Yihuang Hero (3)

It was originally a large city.

The atmosphere was even more vibrant than usual. It was due to the spread of fresh rumors.

A young prodigy from Yihuang City had provoked the Blood Flame Sect. It was a story that anyone would be interested in.

He was said to be not a White Warrior but a Blue Warrior. This added to the speed at which the rumors spread.

"I sprinkled water on them, and they were indeed members of the Blood Flame Sect. Their dyes were truly impeccable."

"They say he killed a Blood Demon Sect member with one strike of the Blood Demon Sword?"

"Yihuang City's Blue Warrior is said to be a rare expert in the world. However, even so..."

Various stories circulated.

The incident took place in a brothel. Many people witnessed it as it happened during a gathering of martial artists.

The conversation about himself reached the ears of the main character, Jung Yeonshin.

"To see blood so suddenly. He must think we're a joke."

"Does he think Yihuang City is the only one opposing the Blood Flame Sect?"

"It would have been better if we had united our strength."

The martial world is said to be full of all kinds of people.

There were those who could not bear to see a famous incident unfold right before their eyes.

They were superhumans who had the mysterious power of martial arts in their bodies. Many of them acted as if they were the center of the world.

'This is what happens when a small or medium-sized sect is confined in a narrow space.'

Jung Yeonshin was gaining experience in the martial world. Most of the fights he had experienced so far were significant.

He had fought a battle worthy of advancing to the Blue rank, but his knowledge of the martial world was narrower than that of most Whites.

He stayed at an inn next to the brothel for a day.

Although he had silver coins and was very comfortable, he did not particularly want to sleep in the luxurious brothel.

If it was the Blood Flame Sect, he thought they would find him wherever he was in the city.

'I didn't wish for uninvited guests.'

Jung Yeonshin looked up at the opposite side while eating.

"I see a renowned warrior of Yihuang City."

"I came to discuss martial arts with you. Is it true that you killed a Blood Demon with one strike? I've never seen someone who has Yihuang City as their sect."

There was one woman and two men. They all had swords at their waists.

Contrary to their words, their main interest did not seem to be Jung Yeonshin's identity.

The Southern Palace Family, closer than Yihuang City, which was far away, was their top martial family in the region.

'They don't seem friendly.'

Was it the territorial nature of the local martial world?

Jung Yeonshin had killed the head of the Blood Demon Sword in a place where various sects and martial families existed.

Eliminating the Blood Flame Sect was a great honor for righteous martial artists. He knew this well because it had happened more than once.

Since he had done something, it was natural that people like them would come looking for him.

He slowly stood up and made a bow.

"I am Seomyeon of Yihuang City's Ma Guangyi."

They were about to speak without introducing themselves, but after seeing Jung Yeonshin's courtesy, they introduced themselves one by one.

Strange names came from their mouths.

Seryuyu of the Yulso Sword Family, Jeong Chul of the Fire Sword Gate, and Gwon Chun of the Flying Dragon Martial Hall.

Each was the eldest daughter, a young master, and a top disciple.

Jung Yeonshin listened carefully to their identities. It was not enough to just inquire about the Blood Flame Sect from the authorities.

The eyes of martial artists were bound to be different.

When they saw a martial artist, it was natural to observe their physique, balance, and gait. There would be a difference in perspective.

'If you need something, make the other person feel good. But not too much.'

He recalled the social skills he had learned from Heon Wonchang.

"It is an honor to meet the heroes of Namjikrye."

Jung Yeonshin slightly bowed his head, elevating them.

"Hmm...!"

Gwon Chun's narrow brows slightly relaxed. It was a Blue Warrior's greeting, but his demeanor was respectful.

Many martial artists kept their distance from Yihuang City? They could not help but acknowledge its power and martial arts.

The martial world was a place where people staked their lives on their own honor.

There was no one who would be displeased to receive courtesy from a martial artist of a recognized status.

Gwon Chun cleared his throat and spoke.

"Knowing the shortcomings of our own martial arts, do you have any thoughts on discussing sword techniques with us?"

"Discussing sword techniques, you say?"

Jung Yeonshin asked without thinking.

It was a practice of verbally describing martial arts techniques and engaging in a simulated duel.

After trying it a few times in his hometown, he did not find it interesting.

He had lost several times to Heon Wonchang. There was no sword technique he could not describe verbally.

'This will be a good way to make them feel good.'

He ordered three bottles of alcohol and appetizers to set the mood.

There were three main ways to obtain detailed information in the martial world.

The Beggar Sect, known as the Open Sect, the Lower Sect, which had people working in various places such as brothels and inns, and finally, local martial artists.

Although there were beggars in Beijing, they were strangely rare in the city.

The Lower Sect was difficult to trust due to its entanglements with the Blood Flame Sect. There was no one else except for the martial artists who had settled in the area.

"......If you use the Thousand Army Sweep to create a horizontal shockwave, can't you neutralize it? Then, if you use the Full Body Shock, the power and speed will increase, leaving no position for the young hero to step on!"

Jung Yeonshin lost repeatedly.

Discussing sword techniques was a verbal sparring match that martial artists had given a fancy name.

The side with weaker will to win would inevitably lose, and Jung Yeonshin naturally learned how to navigate the world in this setting.

It seemed so easy to entertain people.

'Would this work with the Yihuang City Lord? If he's in a good mood, maybe...'

Winning even verbally against a Yihuang City Blue Warrior must have felt good. The three of them looked very pleased.

Even after drinking several rounds, they still looked that way. Jung Yeonshin found the culture of the martial world newly surprising.

'So this is something people can enjoy.'

If the Blood Flame Sect did not come by tonight, he planned to investigate and search on his own.

It seemed unnecessary. The three people, who had relaxed and shared many stories, were the reason.

"If the young hero hadn't shattered the Blood Demon Sword, we would have done it."

"We were the ones who guided those Blood Demons to the banquet yesterday. We didn't know they were members of the Blood Flame Sect."

Seryuyu and Gwon Chun said.

Seryuyu, the successor of the Yulso Sword Family, was a swordsman with calloused palms.

Her stern eyes softened every time Jung Yeonshin won the discussion.

Now he understood. These three had come to uphold their own honor.

"You could have. They seemed skilled at hiding their aura. Especially the Blood Demon Sword. I could only feel its unique aura right before it was drawn."

Jung Yeonshin calmly covered their flaws.

This was enough. The three answered his careful questions in detail.

First, where he had met them.

Where he had seen people with similar postures and appearances recently, and what kind of rumors were circulating about the Blood Flame Sect in the city.

The three were the rising stars of the city.

Their access to information and insight far surpassed that of the soldiers.

Jung Yeonshin compiled the useful stories.

Yesterday, he had let the Blood Flame Sect members live and followed them for a while. He could easily identify the places that needed to be destroyed.

Meanwhile, the three martial artists were quite drunk.

Was it because Jung Yeonshin had easily subdued the Blood Flame Sect members yesterday?

They did not even use their inner energy to sober up, as if there was no one in the city who could handle them.

All of their faces were red.

"Perhaps a slightly impolite question, but is the martial arts of Yihuang City... a bit sloppy, like that?"

"After discussing sword techniques, I do have some doubts."

"I agree. No matter how much it's just a verbal sparring, I didn't expect our Yulso Sword Family's sword techniques to be so well understood by Yihuang City."

Now it was meaningless.

Their alcohol-laden stories did not register in his ears. Time was not on his side.

Just as Jung Yeonshin was about to stand up.

"Sloppy? How could that be? They have newly created a profound sword technique as deep as the Nine Sects' secret techniques."

It was right next to him. Her clear voice seemed to dispel everyone's drunkenness.

Indeed, her voice carried a powerful yet gentle inner energy.

Snap.

She approached with an incredibly light footstep.

Jung Yeonshin only now sensed her presence. It was no small feat to be so engrossed in the drinking session and lost in thought.

He turned his head and widened his eyes.

"Hero Jianlong?"

Her beautiful features and clear eyes were familiar.

The feather decoration on her black hair was still there.

Her sky-blue robe fluttered with