Chapter 74

Ximen Chuixue quietly walked in, somewhat different from usual. His cold, frosty face actually bore a hint of sorrow.

Who is he?

He is the Sword God, who started learning the sword at the age of seven and achieved mastery in seven years. To this day, he has never met his match, his sword skills surpassing all others, his sword path sharp and fierce, capable of moving even immortals and deities. He has almost reached the realm of a god, for he has no emotions.

But what could make him sorrowful?

"Tonight, I will battle Ye Gucheng. If I lose, I will use everything I have to exchange for one person's happiness. I wonder if the innkeeper would agree?" Ximen Chuixue, with his icy face, actually revealed a hint of tenderness in his eyes. A god is no longer a god, for he has fallen in love, a sword god who has fallen from the heavens.

"Who?" Zhou Yang asked, though he already had a guess, for there were only a few people Ximen Chuixue truly cared about.

"My wife," Ximen Chuixue said coldly. He was afraid, something Ximen Chuixue had never thought he would feel. But on the eve of his battle with Ye Gucheng, he realized that his love for his wife surpassed his imagination. He was worried that if he died in battle, no one would take care of his pregnant wife.

Zhou Yang nodded gently, somewhat puzzled, "Why do you still want to duel?"

Ye Gucheng once looked down on others, once lamenting the loneliness of being a supreme master. So, he joined the conspiracy of the Southern Prince to usurp the throne, planning to use the opportunity of the duel on the peak of the Forbidden City to have all the palace guards called away, allowing the Southern Prince to seize the throne.

The reason for this was that his sword skills had reached the pinnacle, leaving him with nothing more to seek, feeling the chill of loneliness at the top. Thus, he wanted to achieve greater ambitions, or perhaps to pass the time in his remaining, boring life.

Does Ye Gucheng now think there are no more opponents in this world?

"Because he is Ye Gucheng," Ximen Chuixue said calmly. A true swordsman, once he decides on something, will see it through to the end, and besides, a final battle between them was inevitable.

After saying this, Ximen Chuixue turned and left without a trace of hesitation.

This is Ximen Chuixue!

His clothes as pale as snow.

His sword as pale as snow.

His face as pale as snow.

His loneliness as pale as snow.

A sword with impurities in the heart is weak!

Now, Ye Gucheng's heart is probably free of impurities, and Zhou Yang cannot be certain of the final outcome.

On the night of the full moon, at the peak of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, a celestial being descends from the heavens.

Zhou Yang couldn't help but mutter to himself, this is a duel between two supreme swordsmen. Unfortunately, Zhou Yang can't go, as it would cost over a thousand value points.

After exchanging the Maoshan Daoist techniques, Zhou Yang had very few value points left.

"Right, I can sell tickets," Zhou Yang's eyes flickered, thinking that many supreme swordsmen would surely want to witness this duel.

"On the night of the full moon, at the peak of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, a celestial being descends from the heavens. Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue will duel tonight at the Forbidden City. Anyone who wishes to watch must pay one hundred value points." After issuing the announcement, Zhou Yang waited quietly in the Tower of Ten Thousand Worlds for others to arrive.

In the world of "Smiling, Proud Wanderer."

Yue Buqun had already secretly measured and weighed the sword in his hand.

"The sword is forged from a thousand-year-old cold iron, capable of cutting hair, with a blade length of three feet and four inches, and a weight of seven catties and three taels." Yue Buqun would practice this line and various poses in secret on the mountain top every night, as the time for the Five Mountains Sword Conference was drawing near. If he didn't practice hard, how could he match Ye Gucheng's style?

Recalling Ye Gucheng's expression and actions, Yue Buqun changed his pose again.

"On the night of the full moon, at the peak of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, a celestial being descends from the heavens..." Yue Buqun's face twitched slightly. How long had it been? He thought his practice had already reached a high level of style, but now, the duel was taking place on the peak of the Forbidden City, in the imperial palace.

Just by the uniqueness of this arena, the style far exceeded everyone else's. How did they think of such a place?

Originally, hearing that the "Shooting the Hero" world had a sword conference on Mount Hua, everyone felt it was very impressive. Now, it just seemed ordinary. There are many mountains in the world, but there is only one emperor, one imperial palace. This is the true place for experts to duel.

Should the Five Mountains Sword Conference change the location? Where?

Yue Buqun frowned. On the imperial palace, they would probably be wiped out by the army before they could even touch a corner of the palace.

"Let's go find Uncle Feng first," Yue Buqun said helplessly. One hundred value points were a huge sum for him, far beyond his means.

Yue Buqun walked to the back of the mountain. Since Feng Qingyang was defeated by Ye Gucheng, he had been in seclusion on the back of Mount Hua, trying to break free from the constraints of the Nine Swords of Dugu.

But it wasn't that easy. The Nine Swords of Dugu were one of the top sword techniques in the world. Over the years, Feng Qingyang had immersed himself in the Nine Swords of Dugu. Without a significant opportunity, he would likely never break free from their influence.

"Is Uncle Feng there?" Yue Buqun shouted loudly as he ran to the back of the mountain.

He didn't know where Feng Qingyang was in seclusion.

"What is it?" Feng Qingyang emerged from a cave, his voice tinged with fatigue.

Yue Buqun was momentarily stunned by the sight of Feng Qingyang. His white hair was disheveled, his white clothes stained, and his eyes lacked their usual luster. Was this the same transcendent and detached uncle he once knew?

Now, he looked like a beggar on the street.

"Uncle Feng, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue will duel at the Forbidden City. Do you want to watch?" Yue Buqun asked cautiously, completely relying on his senior's decision.

"Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue?" Feng Qingyang's face showed a hint of bitterness. One of those young men had already defeated him, and the other was likely no less formidable.

"But I have no money. Does the master want to invite me?" Feng Qingyang suddenly asked.

Yue Buqun's face twitched, "Uncle Feng, I have a hundred taels of silver, but I have no value points."

"Uncle Feng, you should quickly trade the Nine Swords of Dugu. Last time, you saw the successor of Dugu Qiubai. Who knows if they have already traded? If you don't trade quickly, the Nine Swords of Dugu might lose their value, and without value points, how can you go to other worlds?" Yue Buqun tried to persuade him.

"Alright, I'll go now." Feng Qingyang's face twitched, and he disappeared with Yue Buqun from the back of Mount Hua.

In the world of "The Return of the Condor Heroes."

"Made from a meteorite, capable of cutting hair, the blade is three feet and five inches long, and weighs five catties and three taels." Guo Xiang held a green sword, speaking to her sister Guo Fu, who stood opposite her. They were just practicing as usual.

Guo Fu replied solemnly, "Forged from ordinary iron, capable of cutting through metal, the blade is three feet and seven inches long, and weighs six catties and three taels."

Before a duel, reporting the quality of one's weapon had become a trend in the "Return of the Condor Heroes" world. If you didn't report it before the duel, you would be seen as a bumpkin, and no one would want to duel with you.

"Wait a moment," Guo Xiang shouted as Guo Fu was about to charge.

"On the night of the full moon, at the peak of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, a celestial being descends from the heavens..." Guo Xiang's eyes lit up, "Sister, let's go to the roof for our duel."

Guo Fu, "..."

In the world of "The Many Swords of the Heartless Swordsman."

In a small tavern.

A man in white sat in a corner, drinking alone, oblivious to the world around him.

He was tall, with a very handsome face, but his expression was haggard, and he looked ill, often bending over to cough, as if he might collapse at any moment, yet he seemed like he would never fall.

His eyes were lined with wrinkles, each one filled with the troubles and misfortunes of his life, but his eyes were young.

These were strange eyes, seemingly emerald green, like willow branches swaying in the spring breeze, gentle and flexible, and like the sea under the summer sun, full of vibrant energy.

"On the night of the full moon, at the peak of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, a celestial being descends from the heavens..." The man in white smiled, his eyes filled with interest.

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