With the Blade

Can that Swordsman Cui achieve this level?

I’m afraid...he cannot.

Impossible, utterly impossible, although Swordsman Cui’s invisible Sword Qi is also renowned, compared to this caliber of sword, it’s far too lacking—ultimately, they are not in the same league. If Swordsman Cui is a fierce tiger in the mountains, then this sword before us can be considered as a soaring dragon in the clouds, even a Dragon King!

Even that Master Du might not achieve such a feat!

"In any case... let me first say that I don’t recognize this sword or the person wielding it."

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Wenyuan reminded Shan Bing with his quickest reaction.

"This is not the master we are looking for; it’s a stranger."

"...A stranger?"

Shan Bing’s mind was befuddled.

Weren’t they supposed to be looking for Master Du? How could there be other masters?

And this master is even so high...

"Buzz——"

Just as Shan Bing and Jiang Wenyuan were stunned in place, an ancient-shaped longsword suddenly let out a sword hum.

Immediately, a silhouette descended gracefully from mid-air.

The silhouette was dressed in a fitted black outfit, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, surprisingly youthful in appearance. Although the clothes could indeed be considered typical martial artist attire, it felt incongruous on this person—as the aura wasn’t that of a bloodthirsty martial artist, but more like a charming young noble.

However, those young nobles couldn’t possibly possess such grand presence.

This left Shan Bing and Jiang Wenyuan even more dumbfounded, especially Jiang Wenyuan, who, having served as Chief Constable, was quite sensitive to auras, but the aura of this person was extraordinarily chaotic—just by appearance, he seemed like a young man, but the aura emanating from him was more like that of accomplished, powerful middle-aged individuals. Yet the leisurely demeanor carried an old man’s calmness.

What kind of person is this?

Because he knew more, Jiang Wenyuan’s mind couldn’t help but jam.

At that moment, Shan Bing spoke first.

"Your skill is impressive! May I ask for your name?"

"You..."

Upon hearing Shan Bing’s words, Jiang Wenyuan snapped back to his senses, quickly signaled with his eyes for Shan Bing to keep quiet.

This person was not who they were looking for, they didn’t know this master at all. If they spoke recklessly now, and the master didn’t take it well, they could end up slain on the spot like those monsters.

But Shan Bing, noticing Jiang Wenyuan’s signal, remained innocent-faced, aware that while the task was indeed to find Master Du, it appeared Sir Cao might just need a top-tier master to hold the scene—in other words, finding Master Du wasn’t strictly necessary; any other master would suffice.

So since they hadn’t found anyone yet, perhaps this master before them...might suffice?

"Suffice, suffices!"

Jiang Wenyuan’s forehead began to sweat.

An ominous feeling surfaced in his heart, sensing something wasn’t quite right. What they needed most perhaps was to leave immediately instead of foolishly approaching.

But now, escape seemed unlikely.

Only because the master has noticed their silent exchange of glances.

"This move is called the Fallen Sun Sword."

The master looked at them with a serious expression.

"Just now from afar, you might not have heard it, now you know."

"..."

Jiang Wenyuan and Shan Bing choked at the spot.

After a moment of silence, they exchanged glances again, albeit now sharing the temporary thought—whether or not to engage with this master, both felt that the master’s line of thinking might not be very normal.

"Er...Sir."

Determined to create an escape route, Shan Bing bit his lip.

"This Fallen Sun Sword move is indeed unmatched. So may I be enlightened with your esteemed name..."

"That move is called the Fallen Sun Sword."

The master again repeated his words.

"Have you remembered it?"

"..."

Shan Bing’s raised hands froze midway.

Great fellow, completely ignoring the conversation, he repeated his query, yet the master was still on about the Fallen Sun Sword—although this move was indeed the fiercest he had ever seen, should it warrant repeating twice?

Of course, wondering aside, these thoughts must never be voiced, for though Shan Bing wasn’t afraid of dying, to be slain over misspoken words by a master’s sword seemed too foolish.

"Then...since your sword is formidable, why not address you as the ’Fallen Sun Sword Master’!"

After contemplating a bit, Shan Bing found a viable solution for them to back down. Since the master only repeated ’Fallen Sun Sword,’ adopting popular ’Sword Master’ or ’Blade Master’ titles should do, right?

Yet as soon as he spoke, the master shook his head.

"Don’t give me any weird titles, I have a name."

The master spoke again.

"I’m called Huang Tian. Remember this name as you remember that Fallen Sun Sword move. So, have you memorized Fallen Sun Sword?"

"..."

Shan Bing was on the verge of losing it.

Though perishing due to misspoken words seems foolish, he’s nearly reached the end of his patience—constantly on about Fallen Sun Sword, and this accursed name...was it Huang Tian or Huang Tian? Naming himself such, isn’t he afraid he can’t live up to it?

Apparently, there’s no fear, considering that his sword move is terrifyingly...overwhelming. Just the mere might of the sword is probably enough to bear this exaggerated name.

That descending sword truly is divine punishment.

And now, that divine punishment sword is in the master’s hand.

Only now did Jiang Wenyuan break free from confusion, realizing the master’s aura when holding the sword unified—all characteristics; youth’s arrogance, middle-age’s authority, and elder’s calm, fused into one with the sword.

A mighty figure.

No matter the displayed aura, at this moment, he is an unparalleled mighty figure.

"Shan Bing, hold your tongue for a moment."

Perceiving Shan Bing’s unstable mindset, Jiang Wenyuan quickly cautioned.

He then bit down, stepping forward.

"This...Sir Huang Tian."

After a pause, Jiang Wenyuan spoke.

"My comrade and I were passing by accidentally, with no intention to disturb you. If there was any offense, please be magnanimous...if there’s nothing else, we’d like to withdraw first."

Indeed, upon thinking for a moment, Jiang Wenyuan decided that avoiding trouble was wiser, particularly given the persistent alarms set off by his intuition over this unfamiliar master.

Yet as he wished to leave, the master disagreed.

"Now that you’ve seen it, don’t rush off, have something to eat before leaving."

Saying this, the self-proclaimed Huang Tian swept his sword.

The monster remains scattered on the ground levitated.

"And while you’re at it, I can discuss the mysteries of the Fallen Sun Sword with you."

"...Ah?"

Jiang Wenyuan instinctively wanted to refuse, but beside him, Shan Bing was already nodding fervently.

"Great! I want to learn this!"