Chapter 191

Three days later.

A bombshell of news fell into the Jianghu, instantly setting off monstrous waves, nearly drowning the countless martial artists who loved to gossip.

After a month, the Sword Demon Wu Xian, who had once wreaked havoc on Long Hushan, struck again. He single-handedly stormed the Liyang Imperial Palace, killed fifty thousand imperial guards and over sixty true spirits of Long Hushan founders who had descended to the mortal world, and finally succeeded in regicide, killing the contemporary Emperor of the Liyang Dynasty, Zhao Li.

The world was in an uproar.

And it wasn't just the Central Plains; even the Northern Mang grasslands, which were also in the midst of civil strife, received this intelligence, causing the Northern and Southern Royal Courts, which had been fighting fiercely, to begin to stir, and the war between the two sides seemed to show signs of pausing.

As time passed, more news and specific details were continuously transmitted from Tai'an City, but because the content was simply too unbelievable, not many people believed it, thinking it was something Western Chu had done on purpose to suppress the morale of the Liyang army.

It wasn't until shortly after, when the twelve princes and princesses of the Liyang Zhao clan left Tai'an City one after another to serve as administrative commissioners in the twenty-four provinces under Liyang's rule, that many forces secretly communicated with them to verify it, confirming the matter to be true.

In an instant, the entire world fell into a strange calm. Whether it was the Jianghu or various forces, they couldn't help but feel terrified, unable to imagine that a crude martial artist could actually be powerful to this extent.

Destroying a super-first-class martial arts force single-handedly, while shocking, was still within the range that everyone could accept.

But what had Wu Xian done now? This was simply one person changing the pattern of an entire dynasty, and even the world!

It turned out that one person fighting a country was not a martial artist's daydream, but something someone could actually do. After all, the facts were right before their eyes, allowing no one to refute them.

Upon realizing this, the entire Jianghu boiled over. Countless martial artists felt a sense of yearning, viewing the Sword Demon Wu Xian as their lifelong idol.

A real man should be like this!

One can take his place!

For a time, countless "High Ancestors" and "Overlords" appeared in the Jianghu, wishing they could take his place and personally reenact the feat of Wu Xian storming the Imperial Palace and killing the monarch.

And shortly after, news came from Tai'an City that the Sword Demon Wu Xian had a penchant for married women. He not only occupied the beauties of the old Emperor Zhao Li's harem but also forcibly kept the pregnant wife of Grand General Xu Xiao—the previous generation's Wu Family Sword Crown, Wu Su—by his side, using this to threaten Xu Xiao, forcing him to destroy Western Chu, pacify the Central Plains within a year, and finally return to Liyang to offer his neck for execution...

Jianghu people: "..."

A real man should be like this!

One can take his place!

In short, Wu Xian had become completely famous in the World of Snow, and it was the kind of fame that was red-hot. Even his title had changed, spreading through the Jianghu with the latest updated Martial Arts Review and receiving high approval.

The World's Number One Martial Arts Maniac!

Martial Arts Maniac, Wu the Maniac—both maniacal and demonic, there was simply no other title more suitable for Wu Xian now.

At the same time, after more than thirty years, the sequence of "World's Number One" finally appeared on the Martial Arts Review list again.

Interestingly, no one felt there was anything wrong with it. After all, Wu Xian's combat record was too fierce. Even in Wudicheng, those martial artists who were incomparably in awe and worship of Wang Xianzhi did not believe that their own City Lord could win against this martial arts monster who had suddenly appeared.

Regarding this, Wang Xianzhi, who had now truly become the world's number two, did not care at all. Even after seeing this issue of the Martial Arts Review, he laughed heartily by the East Sea, left the East Sea Wudicheng that very day, and headed west, his fists pointing toward Tai'an City.

His purpose was self-evident: naturally, to challenge the newly crowned world's number one.

Just like that, a few days passed, and another shocking piece of news spread.

It was said that the Liyang Grand General Xu Xiao had returned to the Western Rampart, but instead of continuing to occupy Western Chu, he changed direction, leading thirty thousand iron cavalry back to the Liyang border, riding without stopping, also heading toward Tai'an City.

In an instant, the world's winds and clouds were agitated, and undercurrents surged. Everyone was waiting and looking forward to the subsequent development of events.

On the other side, Wu Xian, as the center of all the whirlpools, was sitting calmly in the Liyang Imperial Palace on that dragon chair symbolizing supreme power, holding a wine cup in one hand and shaking it gently, while tapping the armrest with the other.

In the hall below, over a dozen beautiful women with graceful figures were dancing, occasionally emitting seductive sounds from their mouths, looking like someone addicted to beauty and unable to extricate himself.

A moment later, Wu Xian's action of shaking the wine cup paused slightly, and he opened his eyes, looking toward a certain part of the hall.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then he waved his hand, signaling that it was enough for today, letting this group of young ladies who had come with a mission retreat from the hall, before saying:

"The old gentleman has been in the Liyang Imperial Palace for over half a month; are you finally going to meet this junior?"

As soon as these words were spoken, an elderly Confucian scholar, who exuded an aura of decay from his body to his demeanor, appeared abruptly in the hall.

"During these days, the old gentleman has been wandering in this Liyang Imperial Palace. I suppose you must have spoken with that eunuch several times. I am very curious, why have you not taken any action?"

"After all, unlike that old eunuch, the old gentleman is a genuine Heavenly Human of the Great Eternal Life Realm, and you also occupy eighty percent of the world's Confucian fortune. Once the two of you join forces, even I would feel a bit of trouble."

As Wu Xian said this, he was also sizing up this old Confucian scholar who exuded an aura of decay from head to toe.

The other party was no ordinary person, but the existence that all scholars in the world regarded as their ancestor: the first sage of Confucianism, Zhang Fuyao. To this day, he had lived for over eight hundred years, and his cultivation could be called the best in the human world; even Wang Xianzhi had to bow down.

Logically speaking, without passing through the Heavenly Gate to purify one's immortal body, even an Earthly Heavenly Human could only live for two or three hundred years at most. But this first sage of Confucianism had lived for over eight hundred years.

This was because he alone occupied eighty percent of the world's Confucian fortune, so much so that it had been difficult for Confucianism to produce another sage for many years.

Even if there were any, most were relatively short-lived, such as Xuan Yuan Jingcheng in the original work, who found it difficult to succeed even after twenty years of study; this was also the reason.

As for the purpose of the other party lingering in the mortal world, it was actually the same as Huang Longshi's: to sever the connection between the sky and the mortal world, and because of this, he had reached a secret cooperation with the protagonist's predecessor—the First Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty—and had been waiting for a certain opportunity.

Incidentally, Huang Longshi was this guy's little disciple. Although the two seemed to be doing their own things, they had actually always had a close connection.

When Wu Xian met Huang Longshi a month ago, this first Confucian sage was also hiding in the dark.

If it weren't for that, Wu Xian would have long since used the All-Encompassing Hand to control Huang Longshi and wantonly searched his memories of the future; why would he still be talking so much nonsense with him?

(End of chapter)