Chapter 25

Jianmen Pass.

Stepping foot into this majestic pass of the North once again.

Dou Changsheng could clearly feel that the commander, whose broad palm was pressed against his long saber, was looking at him with a gaze completely different from the first time; his pair of eyes were filled with vigilance, caution, and contained deep hostility.

This time, he also received a grand reception.

Not to mention the commander watching personally, a squad of armored soldiers holding long spears was positioned behind Dou Changsheng, and the number of these soldiers was gathering continuously, breaking a hundred in the blink of an eye.

Especially from afar, a person carrying a long bow stared at Dou Changsheng from a distance.

A tall and fierce horse, ridden by a person clad in full armor, was also covered in armor, like a steel monster cast from metal, looking down at Dou Changsheng from a high position, its gaze revealing a cold light.

The horse's hooves were constantly raised and then dropped time after time, already in a posture ready to charge.

This was only a part of it; numerous prying eyes were all fixed on him.

A sixth sense from the void constantly sent feelings of crisis; since stepping into Jianmen Pass, Dou Changsheng's heart had been completely raised, remaining in a state of heart-pounding fear.

Venerable Black Eagle spoke from the side in a low voice: "The one carrying the long bow is Changsun Changhong."

"A Thousand-Man Commander, a trusted aide of the Subjugator Captain."

"The one riding the horse, clad in full armor, with the horse also armored, is the Hundred-Man Commander Bai Sutu."

"His main unit is the heavy-armored iron cavalry, where both man and horse are armored, known as the Black Armor Cavalry."

"Although they only number one hundred, they can resist ten thousand troops, charge into formations, and are invincible in every battle."

Dou Changsheng raised his hand, directly stopping Venerable Black Eagle from introducing further; there was no need to say more. What virtue or ability did he, Dou Changsheng, have to receive such treatment? Having just entered Jianmen Pass, he was actually being watched personally by the trusted aides of the Subjugator Captain.

The border army at Jianmen Pass only numbered around ten thousand, and according to the establishment, there were only ten Thousand-Man Commanders.

Being able to serve as a Thousand-Man Commander already made one a big figure in the military.

The strength of such a figure can be imagined.

Perhaps they were adept at charging into formations and battlefield slaughter, and their ability in one-on-one combat was slightly inferior, but now they were at Jianmen Pass, each with their own troops; once a battle formation was raised, their strength would increase significantly.

Cannot beat them.

Truly cannot beat them.

Dou Changsheng sighed; for no reason at all, he had received such special treatment; it was truly using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Yet Venerable Black Eagle on the side was at ease, and couldn't help but say: "The garrison commander of Jianmen Pass does not use these trusted aides to resist the Hu Ren, but instead guards against his own people."

"It is truly disappointing."

Zhao Manren on the side couldn't help but say: "This is the normal situation."

"The garrison commander of Jianmen Pass is well-informed; Brother Dou's abilities must have reached Jianmen Pass long ago."

"Brother Dou killed Long Ying with one sword, beheaded a Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing martial artist, and scared off another Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing martial artist, making them feel ashamed without a fight."

"With his own strength, he took back the military pay, and the enemy remained indifferent, not daring to send any more martial artists to intercept."

"Such ability is rarely seen in the world."

"Who doesn't know that Brother Dou's strength is unfathomable."

"Being able to kill a Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing martial artist now is not Brother Dou's limit, but rather the enemy is only this strong."

"Even True Person Huoyun, sent by the Demon Consort, who is a noble Earth Ranking Grandmaster, does not dare to act rashly now; Brother Dou having this treatment is well-deserved."

"I'm afraid this time, even the Subjugator Captain wouldn't dare to meet Brother Dou alone."

Zhao Manren didn't say the rest, but the meaning was self-evident: the Subjugator Captain was also afraid that Dou Changsheng would suddenly explode, shout "For the North!", and directly behead the Subjugator Captain with one sword.

Dou Changsheng couldn't help but look at Zhao Manren a few more times, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

You have to know that they had been together the whole time, and Zhao Manren had never left his sight halfway; how did it turn into this?

Where did the "unfathomable" come from? Where did the "scaring off a Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing martial artist" come from?

Venerable Black Eagle sighed: "What a pity!"

He didn't know what was a pity.

Outside the main gate, the commander did not stop, but led Dou Changsheng inside the whole way.

This time, the Subjugator Captain stood in front of the main hall, standing on the steps, looking down at Dou Changsheng, his gaze gradually becoming profound.

Beside the Subjugator Captain's fat body stood a man and a woman.

The man's face was like it had been carved by a knife, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a tall and straight figure, a precious sword hanging at his waist, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand, gently tapping his palm.

The woman was in a red dress, setting off a tall figure, wearing a light veil on her face, covering most of her appearance, with black hair falling softly, and a purple, enchanting flower inserted in it, making her look dazzling, as if she were the center of the world, impossible to ignore no matter what.

After seeing these two, Venerable Black Eagle's expression changed greatly, and he couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "Are the Divine Sword Gate and the Five Shows Valley going to betray the Shogunate?"

The Subjugator Captain said nothing, while the woman in red raised her white, flawless jade hand, gently brushed aside the hair on her forehead, touched the purple, enchanting flower in passing, and then slowly said:

"The Shogunate is too arrogant!"

"Since when did the Five Shows Valley become an affiliate of the Shogunate?"

"For so many years, the Five Shows Valley has only been willing to listen to the Shogunate's dispatch for the sake of resisting the Hu Ren, for the sake of Jianghu morality, for the sake of the Great Jin imperial court, and for the sake of the myriad living beings of the North."

"There has never been any document, or public promise, to be willing to submit to the Shogunate."

"Where does the betrayal come from?"

A cold voice rang out, and the woman in red's beautiful eyes revealed coldness, looking at Venerable Black Eagle with extreme unkindness.

Venerable Black Eagle did not argue, but took the opportunity to apologize: "The Five Shows Valley is the orthodox sect of the North; it was my slip of the tongue."

The Five Shows Valley and the Divine Sword Gate were both major sects of the North; although they could not be compared to a world-famous martial arts sect like the Heaven Sword Sect, they were also first-class in the North, existence second to none.

Their influence in the North was even greater than that of a martial arts sect like the Heaven Sword Sect.

The woman in red did not look at Venerable Black Eagle, but looked at Dou Changsheng, her beautiful eyes filled with fighting spirit, and she stepped forward directly, speaking: "The Xiangzhou Wang Clan,"

"Inherited for a thousand years, a famous family in the world."

"The family-inherited Three Primordials Returning Qi Technique is famous in the Jianghu, hailed as the Three Primordials Returning to One, capable of contending with Heaven."

"My name is Ziwu, a descendant of the Purple Pulse of the contemporary Five Shows Valley."

"I came out of the Five Shows Valley this time, under the master's order to send a letter to Jianmen Pass, never expecting to encounter a direct descendant of the Xiangzhou Wang Clan."

"Please draw your sword!"

Ziwu took a few steps forward, already arriving at the open space in front of the main hall, and had already drawn the thin, broken sword from her back.

Dou Changsheng looked at the Subjugator Captain; the other party was indifferent, and did not have any dissatisfaction or obstruction regarding this matter of the guest usurping the host's role, and immediately knew that this had been arranged by them.

They wanted to test him!

Dou Changsheng's gaze was calm, knowing that this time there was no way to avoid it, no way to hide.

This was Jianmen Pass, the Subjugator Captain's home turf.

This contest would not result in life or death.

The garrison commander of Jianmen Pass had not yet defected to the Hu Ren and opened the pass to lead the Hu Ren south, simply because defecting to the Hu was only a last resort; the talk of "rather be a Hu Ren than a Jin person" was just deliberately said for Tang He to hear.

The Hu Ren were not good things; they were tigers and wolves, very easy to invite wolves into the house and play with fire, burning oneself.

The Shogunate had its fears, and the Subjugator Captain did too; both sides were like hemp poles beating wolves—both sides were afraid.

And if there were no accidents, the supporters of the Subjugator Captain for this incident were these Five Shows Valley and Divine Sword Gate.

Zhao Manren on the side stepped forward, stood beside Dou Changsheng, and began to introduce in a low voice: "The Five Shows Valley is famous for its five colors."

"The five people with the highest martial arts among them inherit the five colors of purple, white, gold, green, and black respectively."

"The Purple Pulse is the strongest pulse in the Five Shows Valley; the contemporary Valley Master of the Five Shows Valley is the Purple Show of the Five Shows, Zi Tianyi."

Dou Changsheng glanced at Ziwu—a descendant of the Purple Pulse, not wearing purple, but red—and raised his hand slightly, stopping Zhao Manren's popularization; even if Zhao Manren stated the Five Shows Valley's unique skills and what cultivation method they practiced, he was still completely in the dark and could not distinguish them at all.

After all, he was not a true descendant of the Xiangzhou Wang Clan, and for the world's divine techniques and secret methods, they were all compulsory courses that must be mastered.

"There is one point to correct."

"My surname is Dou, given name Changsheng."

"I am not from Xiangzhou, but a local, born in a mountain village."

"When I was young, I inadvertently obtained a fragmentary cultivation method taught by a stranger, and only after many years of bitter cultivation did I have a little cultivation."

"In terms of sword techniques, I only know one Primordial Sword Art, the 'Fearless Sword Art', and one Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing sword technique, the 'Infinite Sword Scripture'."

"I have never had the intention of impersonating a descendant of the Xiangzhou Wang Clan; I ask everyone to keep this in mind, and if the Xiangzhou Wang Clan comes to trouble me in the future, I also ask everyone to be a witness."

Dou Changsheng heard the four words "Xiangzhou Wang Clan" again and only felt his eyebrows jumping wildly; he also knew that this was an opportunity, so he directly began to actively correct it. Even if they didn't believe it, he had tried his best to explain; the Xiangzhou Wang Clan was a famous and large clan, and they would always have to consider the influence.

Ziwu did not talk nonsense; the thin, broken sword in her hand was like flowing light, turning into points of light.

The sword shadows filling the sky, dense and overlapping, constantly intertwined, turning into a net of Heaven and Earth, wrapping Dou Changsheng within it; no matter east, south, west, or north, there was no way to break free, as if there was only surrender, with no other choice.

The sword shadows were endless, and one sword strike unleashed infinite changes.

The Subjugator Captain's pair of eyes had already narrowed, like a line.

This test of Dou Changsheng was advocated by the Subjugator Captain, and of course, there was also the willingness of this descendant of the Five Shows Valley.

The Five Shows Valley was a major sect of the North, and as a descendant of the Purple Pulse of this generation, Ziwu had obtained the true teachings of Zi Tianyi.

This youngest disciple of Zi Tianyi was highly expected by Zi Tianyi; at the age of twenty-eight this year, she was allowed to debut and formally walk the Jianghu, just to impact the Human Ranking of this generation.

Before the age of thirty, one can ascend the Human Ranking.

It was enough to see Zi Tianyi's little scheme.

Ziwu was a novice, proud and arrogant.

She was not respectful to him either, and the Subjugator Captain wanted to take this opportunity to teach her a lesson.

If she lost, she would naturally be honest; if she won, she would also be able to know a part of Dou Changsheng's background.

But in the Subjugator Captain's view, Dou Changsheng could not lose.

This Ziwu was already twenty-eight years old, and only at the Five Qi Returning to the Origin, Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing.

Although her strength was not low, she would wait until she was in her thirties to reach the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, and in the future, at fifty or sixty, she would formally break through the Primordial Realm, step into the Divine Marvel Realm, and become a Pure Yin or Pure Yang Grandmaster.

The future was bright, and she would be a mainstay of the Five Shows Valley in the future.

But one also had to see who she was compared with.

True Person Huoyun had already widely announced that the Xiangzhou Wang Clan had produced a Divine Child.

He would stand head and shoulders above the rest and suppress the Jianghu with one sword for ten years.

In the past, the only person who could do this was the Demon Master Lin Xuanqi.

He established the Heaven Demon Palace, dominated Southern Chen, was a great enemy of all nations, and was a terrifying figure invincible in his time.

The Subjugator Captain had seen Dou Changsheng last time; his bone age was less than twenty, and he was already a Primordial martial artist, which could be called outstanding; if he left his name on the Human Ranking in the future and grew up without falling halfway or encountering great changes, he would inevitably be a Grandmaster.

Whether he could rush into the Dibang was not certain.

After all, which Dibang powerhouse was not killed out of a sea of corpses and blood.

Without a few Grandmaster lives in his hands, who in the world would be convinced to lift him into those seventy-two spots.

Rushing into the Human Ranking did not necessarily mean being on the Dibang, but the Grandmasters on the Dibang were basically all from the Human Ranking.

But the news that came recently stunned the Subjugator Captain: three zhang of sword Qi, invincible, killing a Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing martial artist with one sword, and scaring off another Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing martial artist.

Making a Dibang Grandmaster helpless, letting him take back the military pay, and calmly arriving at Jianmen Pass without daring to take the next step.

What kind of prestige was this?

The man with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes on the side had eyes that were bright and focused, watching all of this.

Wang Clan Divine Child.

These four words were now booming across the world.

There was a Dibang Grandmaster who was willing to let him step on him to become famous.

Leaving behind the comment of "standing head and shoulders above the rest, suppressing the Jianghu with one sword for ten years"—you couldn't help but want to know.

What "talent of heavenly proportions, born banished immortal."

The related vocabulary was simply countless; his ears were calloused from hearing it.

He was also extremely curious, wanting to know if he could live up to the evaluation.

Dou Changsheng didn't know the onlookers' mentality; watching the sword shadows filling the sky, dense and thick, he stood motionless, but his Primordial internal Qi surged; the vast and mighty Primordial internal Qi, like a burst Yangtze or Yellow River, surged out in a torrential manner.

Sword Qi appeared out of thin air, one after another.

The sword Qi was illusory and weak, as if it were a bubble.

But with the continuous influx of Primordial internal Qi, the sword Qi gradually began to solidify, pure and thorough, as if it were substantial.

The extremely pure Primordial internal Qi seemed to turn into three-foot-long swords, and with a whistling sound, each long sword spat out sword Qi, rushing in all directions.

Infinite Sword Scripture.

Seventh Form, Sword Sixty-Four!

The Infinite Sword Scripture had a total of nine moves; starting from the seventh move, it was already a killing move.

During the period of rushing to Jianmen Pass, Dou Changsheng's comprehension of the Infinite Sword Scripture could be called rapid progress, having advanced from the fourth form to the seventh form.

He had mastered the killing move of the Infinite Sword Scripture.

Moreover, he was better than his master; he didn't need to use a sword, and could push it with Primordial internal Qi.

This was the essence of the Infinite Sword Scripture: controlling the sword with Qi.

He unleashed five strikes in a row, Sword Sixty-Four.

Three hundred and twenty sword Qi, densely filling the Heaven and Earth.

There was no need to care about Ziwu's sword move changes; he used strength to break skill.

Dou Changsheng was least lacking in Primordial internal Qi; he used the momentum to suppress people.

The sword shadows filling the sky were swept away, and the endless sword Qi swallowed Ziwu with a whistling sound.

Ziwu was as light as a peacock, and the broken sword in her hand danced like a peacock spreading its tail, extremely beautiful.

Stunning the world, making people infatuated, as one after another sword Qi was destroyed.

Suddenly, a sword Qi broke through the barrier, brushed past Ziwu's veil, the light veil fell, a bloodstain was left on her cheek, and blood beads dripped, falling onto her red dress.

Zhao Manren couldn't help but mutter to himself: "To kill you, why need to draw a sword!"

"Or is 'why need to use a sword' better?"

"Or 'one sword is enough'."

And so on.

This wasn't what I said.

Why are you all looking at me?