Chapter 579: Five Years Time, Before the Sword is Formed

Since the great flood at Leshan.

Five years have already passed.

During these five years, the pugilistic world has been relatively stable.

Wushuang City and the Tianxia Hui still stand in opposition from north to south, facing each other from afar.

Unlike Wushuang City, which has remained steady and stable from beginning to end, the Tianxia Hui has been campaigning south and north every day, its strength growing like a snowball, becoming a behemoth that even the Imperial Court dares not easily provoke.

Among them, Xiongba's three disciples have made outstanding contributions. Especially the second disciple, Bu Jingyun, a cold-faced grim reaper, meticulous in thought and skilled in slaughter. During the time Xiongba sat in command of the Tianxia Hui, he was the one who contributed the most.

Of course, the development of the Tianxia Hui has not been smooth sailing, and has even carried a hint of bumpiness.

The Tianxia Hui is not strict in its internal discipline and accepts martial artists from all directions, resulting in a mix of good and bad. One of its units, while conquering pugilistic forces, engaged in arson, murder, and looting, stopping at nothing. Once, while passing through a village, they took a fancy to a beautiful village woman and intended to commit violence.

This woman had a name that was out of place for an ordinary village woman—Bai Ruchou.

Bai Ruchou was nothing special, just a weak woman. It just so happened that her husband rushed home at that moment, and this husband was not some extraordinary figure either, just a man without power or influence, though he knew a little bit of martial arts and was in the middle of crafting a box that could fully unleash his martial arts.

By the way, this martial artist was named—Wu Wudi.

Without a doubt, this martial artist, who is listed on the Panic Ranking, is definitely not a man of good temper.

Although the other party's atrocities had not yet been carried out, he was still furious. After slaughtering that unit, he killed his way all the way to Tianshan.

This journey was truly a bloodbath.

Qin Shuang, Bu Jingyun, and Nie Feng, the three great disciples, went to intercept him, but for this man, it was just a matter of a few punches and kicks, and he nearly beat these three rising stars of the martial arts world to death.

Later, Xiongba fought him personally, but this peerless overlord also suffered heavy injuries. If not for the fact that he had prepared a Stand and an escape route in advance, plus the favor of destiny, he would have been blasted to death by a single punch long ago.

That Wu Wudi wantonly destroyed things on Tianshan, and the original Tianxia Diyi Lou was directly reduced to ruins before he finally left, unsatisfied. He declared that if they dared to harass the village again, he would uproot the entire Tianxia Hui.

This time.

Let the world see the weight of the Panic Ranking once again.

A single person nearly brought down the entire Tianxia Hui.

Later, the Tianxia Hui provoked a guy named Di Yi Xie Huang, and a weak woman named Luo Xian... Every time, it was enough to turn the Tianxia Hui upside down and leave it severely damaged.

In short, it has not been easy for the Tianxia Hui to develop to this point without being submerged in the waves of the pugilistic world, and instead growing even stronger. So much so that the originally world-dominating Gang Leader Xiongba now has many white hairs...

As for Wushuang City, it has almost no intention of expanding its influence, only guarding the more than three hundred branch altars spread across Shenzhou, managing them well and making the branches increasingly prosperous.

However, some say that Wushuang City annexed Baijian Villa in previous years, and Yu Liancheng has been living in Baijian Villa for the past few years for the sake of forging a peerless divine artifact.

And once this peerless divine artifact is forged, even a mortal would have the power to slaughter the world and dominate all living things. There are indeed signs proving this; first, a continuous stream of refined iron is being transported to Baijian Villa, and many blacksmiths have also been "invited" over by Wushuang City, and have not been released to this day.

This has aroused the curiosity and greed of many martial artists, and some who pride themselves on their high-level light-body skills have gone to investigate.

However, Baijian Villa has turned into a huge vortex. No matter how many people break in, and no matter how high the visitor's light-body skills are, once they are caught in this vortex, there is never any news of them again.

Over time, Baijian Villa has become a forbidden place, and no one dares to trespass.

But above Baijian Villa, that lingering Sword Qi has become increasingly strong, becoming more and more alarming.

The evening rain sprinkles over the river and sky.

A round of autumn cleansing.

The setting sun shines on the building.

After a bout of autumn rain, the red sun reappears in the distance, yet it sways and slants westward, almost falling into the human world.

As the sunset sinks, the residual light shines on a restaurant named "Zhonghua Ge" on the long street, adding to the desolation.

In the backyard of the restaurant, the faint sound of an erhu unexpectedly drifts out.

The sound is mournful and shrill, as if sighing, and as if weeping, wanting to stop but unable to, difficult to cut off.

Within it lies an unspeakable love, hatred, and enmity, yet it ultimately ends in tragedy; the lover died miserably, the brother went far away, and though called the Martial Arts Myth respected by both heaven and man, he is but a pitiful person without a name, without a wife, and without children.

The person playing the erhu is sitting in the backyard, his hair disheveled, his expression desolate, with a little stubble on his chin. One hand supports the erhu, the other pulls the bow, heart-wrenching and sorrowful to hear. The whole person seems to be shrouded in a layer of sadness. Yet the aura he faintly exudes is that of a grandmaster.

Especially those eyes, though dim and covered by endless sorrow, have two points of light flashing, just like two peerless swords; once they emerge, no one is not shocked, no one is not sighing.

In the blink of an eye, the sorrow fades slightly. And within this string sound, it actually seems to contain a sharp intent, as if it contains an indescribable peerless sword technique.

It is just that this sword technique is also soul-stirringly sad, filled with grief.

A handsome young man sits to the side, quietly listening to the sorrowful sword technique, a look of realization appearing on his face, but he soon frowns again.

Before long, the strings stop but the sound lingers.

Wuming, known as the "Martial Arts Myth," sighs: "Chen'er, this move 'Sorrowful and Unexplained', do you understand it?"

Jian Chen lowers his head, revealing a look of shame: "Master, this disciple still has points of confusion."

Wuming shakes his head.

This disciple of his has no lack of talent, and as his disciple of the Heavenly Sword, he has been smooth sailing since childhood and has almost never suffered setbacks, so how could he comprehend this "Sorrowful and Unexplained" which he created due to the death of his beloved wife?

In the blink of an eye, Wuming thinks of Bu Jingyun.

Back when Huo Family Manor was wiped out, Wuming only managed to save Bu Jingyun, who was then still called Huo Jingjue. Later, Bu Jingyun only had to steal the techniques from the sidelines to understand the essence of "Sorrowful and Unexplained." Not only because his talent was extraordinary, but also because of the various hardships and pains that child had suffered since he was young.

"Master, I'm sorry, I..."

Hum!

Just as Jian Chen is about to say something, an invisible Sword Intent emanates from the room behind him, which is quite astonishing.

Then, with a "bang," a beam of sword light pierces the roof, slanting into it, shaking and trembling continuously, emitting an overwhelming and inexplicable heroic spirit. It is as if the long sword has a spirit and is clashing with some unknown existence. With another hum, the long sword suddenly falls from the roof and is caught by Wuming, but its light becomes dim.

"Master, this... what is going on?" Jian Chen is surprised and confused.

"

If I am not mistaken, a supreme and peerless divine weapon is about to be born.""

Wuming puts down the erhu in his hand and looks in a certain direction: "And the power of this divine weapon is so strong that it can even overshadow the Hero Sword, Fire Scale Sword, and Wushuang Sword, those divine weapons that have been famous for years. Chen'er, I plan to go out for a trip."

"Master, you, you are going to find that divine weapon?" Jian Chen says.

"Indeed." Wuming nods: "Whenever a divine weapon is born, it is inevitable that there will be a bloodbath and the people will suffer. Moreover, the aura of this divine weapon is neither righteous nor evil, good and evil coexist, and it is extremely terrifying. If it falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, I fear the entire pugilistic world will face endless disasters and find no peace."

In the early years, Wuming fought the ten great sects alone, causing the martial arts world to wither.

Now that a group of rising stars has finally emerged in this martial arts world, if they are left to their own devices, I fear that seven or eight out of ten will be lost in the coming storms.

Jian Chen asked, "Master, looking at the direction you are facing, it seems to be Baijian Villa. Could it be that the rumors in the martial arts world are true, and that Yu Liancheng is truly forging a peerless Divine Sword?"

Wuming shook his head, his expression growing increasingly grave.

Although he is a Martial Arts Myth and a supreme expert ranked on the Terror List, he truly does not have much confidence when facing that terror of terrors.

But for the sake of this martial arts world, he still has to make the trip.

……

Baijian Villa.

The villa is now flourishing, showing signs of a revival.

After the young master of Baijian Villa received instruction in a set of sword techniques from Yu Liancheng, his cultivation level rose straight up, and unable to suppress the impulse of achieving fame at a young age, he took leave of Yu Liancheng a year ago to roam the martial arts world; his reputation in the martial arts world is now no less than that of Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and others.

Baijian Villa, in the master bedroom.

Yu Liancheng slowly opened his eyes, sat up, and stretched.

The silk quilt slid down; the autumn day was growing cold, and the chill crept directly toward the quilt, startling the two beauties on either side awake and drawing two charming, delicate moans from them.

The increasingly mature Yan Ying yawned, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall, her fragrant shoulders like snow; disregarding her own plump, delicate body exposed to the air, she skillfully and gently dressed Yu Liancheng. Every one of her movements was devoid of the slightest impatience and filled with tenderness. As for the other woman, she had been unable to withstand the conquest last night; her expression was languid, her brows slightly furrowed, and she could not summon the slightest bit of strength in her whole body, so naturally, she had no way to serve people like Yan Ying. Moreover, this woman was accustomed to being waited on hand and foot in her daily life.

Come to think of it, these two women had also been taught martial arts by Yu Liancheng over the years, but neither had much talent, so they could only serve as vases, and they could allow Yu Liancheng to be more unrestrained on the bed.

Of course, Yan Ying's aptitude in certain aspects was indeed gifted. No matter how tired she was, she could always serve Yu Liancheng comfortably, and even had the energy to handle the various affairs of Wushuang City.

After lingering with the two women for a while longer, Yu Liancheng stepped out of the room.

The moment he left the room, his mind wandered, not only recalling these past five years.

Five years!

These years could be considered the most comfortable five years he had spent, without the grievances of the martial arts world or the killing.

Of course, he had not been idle during these five years.

Most of the time, he would use the Heaven-Crying Scripture and Jiukong Wujie to comprehend the various supreme arts of this world.

This world is truly too vast and broad; once martial arts reach this world, they are already not much lower than some immortal cultivation worlds.

After five years of settling, Yu Liancheng's strength now has substantial progress. Even the realm above Heavenly Human has been faintly touched.

Perhaps because of his state of mind, among the many divine arts and supreme techniques such as the Four Absolutes, the Myriad Ways of Forest, the Red Fire Divine Art, and the No-Seeking Art of Change, he had an especially profound understanding of the No-Seeking Art of Change. It was precisely by relying on the No-Seeking Art of Change that he brought many divine arts to a higher level.

Of course, as a man, Yu Liancheng could not avoid being immersed in the land of beauties. Besides these two after leaving the room, he also went to previous worlds to see Feng Siniang, Xiaoxiannv, Lianxing, and others, staying in each world for a period of time.

Besides that, he also found time to push open the Stone Gate and take a trip to the "Nightfall" world. However, because the timeline was still early, he withdrew and returned, only incidentally helping a little girl dressed in red.

Who let this little girl in red remind Yu Liancheng of the red-clad, charming Little Fairy? However, this casual act of his later triggered quite a commotion, but he was too lazy to pay attention to it and turned back to the Fengyun world.

As for the most important sword forging, Yu Liancheng naturally did not slack off; it could be said that he used the power of the entire Wushuang City to forge this sword.

Yu Liancheng is very much looking forward to what kind of shock this sword will bring to the world after it is born.

He cast his gaze toward the direction of the Sword Pool.

"The day the sword is completed is not far off!"