Chapter 121: I Serve as a Honored Guest of the Jiang Family, and You Mean to Throw the Clan Leader's Name Around to Pressure Me?

Not long after.

Cangwu Mountain, before the Jiang family mountain gate.

Hu Long stood with his hands clasped behind his back, head raised, surveying the surroundings as he patiently waited for the gate-guarding disciple to return.

But before that person arrived, what came instead was a streak of incomparably fierce, terrifying sword intent sweeping in from not far away!

"Such sword intent... could it be that Jiang Daoxuan has come in person?"

Hu Long's expression shifted abruptly, and his gaze grew solemn.

As far as he knew, within this Cangwu Mountain—

the only one who possessed such soaring sword intent was that illustrious Jiang Jianzong!

Thinking of this, he immediately looked toward the source of the sword intent.

The scene ahead came into view.

A man dressed in black, a black sword hanging at his waist, his right sleeve hanging empty, was walking toward him.

That terrifying sword intent, which even he felt an extremely strong oppressive force from, was emanating from this very person.

Hu Long's gaze sharpened, a trace of surprise surfacing deep in his pupils.

He had never heard anyone say that this Jiang Daoxuan had also lost an arm.

Hu Long was deeply puzzled and could not help but study the other's appearance a few more times.

As he looked, suddenly, a strong sense of familiarity welled up within him.

"Possessing such formidable sword intent, along with these features—could this person not be Jiang Daoxuan, but rather that Gu Jianzong?"

Hu Long raised a brow, somewhat uncertain of the other's intentions.

Then, seeing the distance between them growing shorter, he cautiously asked, tentatively: "Might I be addressing Gu Jianzong himself?"

Gu Xingjian cast a cold glance, said nothing more, and merely gave a slight nod.

Hu Long's face first showed an expression of 'just as I thought,' then he bowed and said respectfully, "So it truly is Gu Jianzong himself. Over the years, I have often heard of your many deeds—I could only look up to you from afar, yet never had the chance to meet, so it has always been a regret in my heart."

"I never expected that today, heaven would arrange for us to meet, truly making up for the regret in my heart. If it weren't for having matters to attend to today, I would certainly hold a banquet in your honor and share a few drinks with you..."

Hu Long tried to build rapport while secretly observing Gu Xingjian's expression.

Although he was somewhat surprised that the other would appear here, he did not find it hard to understand.

After all, Gu Xingjian's sword-obsessed, sword-mad temperament was known to everyone in the surrounding regions.

It was easy to imagine—when the fame of Jiang Jianzong spread out and reached the other's ears—

what intense battle intent would arise in this Gu Jianzong's heart?

Visiting the Jiang family of Cangwu thus became a matter of course.

At this moment, faced with Hu Long's flattery, Gu Xingjian shook his head.

He had no interest in humoring the other. He simply placed his left hand on the hilt at his waist, gripped it tightly with five fingers, and slowly drew the sword, revealing a sharp blade gleaming with cold light.

"Enough of this useless talk. I'll grant you the chance to strike first—draw your sword."

At these words, the expression on Hu Long's face instantly froze.

He had never expected that, despite this being merely a simple meeting, the other would actually set his sights on him.

That shouldn't be the case either—wasn't it said that this Gu Jianzong only drew his sword against those he considered opponents?

He was quite self-aware.