Chapter 808: The Sword Frenzy of Lu Xiaofeng

Duoqing Sword.

People are killed by the sword.

Even with ten thousand kinds of love and hatred, all becomes empty.

This sword looks unremarkable, yet it is the most famous Divine Sword in the martial arts world.

After the battle at Tianshan and Yu Liancheng's ascent to the Heavenly Gate, eighty percent of the swordsmen in the martial arts world wore black clothes and carried black swords, while almost all the rest wore white as snow; one could hardly see a swordsman wearing any other color.

"Old friend, we meet again."

Yu Liancheng looked at the sword in his hand, a faint smile spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Hum, hum! The sword body trembled and hummed.

Strictly speaking, the Duoqing Sword does not count as a Divine Sword; its primary characteristics are sharpness and weight.

However, as Yu Liancheng fought across the four corners of the land, it seemed to have developed a trace of spirituality.

But in the end, it was only a mortal weapon, and it no longer provided much of a boost to Yu Liancheng.

"You are a good sword. If you follow me, you will likely only be shelved or given away. I shall leave you in this realm to reach the pinnacle and be worshipped by thousands."

As he spoke, Yu Liancheng shifted his thoughts, imprinting one sword technique after another into the Duoqing Sword.

Flawless Three Styles, Thirteen Swords of Death, Rolling Dragon Wall, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Holy Spirit Sword Art, Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords...

Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue, and Shangguan Xueer clearly saw streaks of sword light flowing and circulating; every streak of sword light was profound and unfathomable, vast and deep. Compared to these sword techniques, those so-called First-class Swordsmen of the martial arts world were like children scribbling compared to a master of the arts.

Streak after streak of sword light burrowed into the Duoqing Sword.

Each one that entered made the brilliance of the Duoqing Sword grow even more intense.

After a moment, Yu Liancheng let out a breath and stopped imprinting sword techniques.

By now, the Duoqing Sword was already shimmering with flowing light and chilling Sword Qi; even before being unsheathed, it gave people an intense sense of oppression.

"Go!"

Afterwards, Yu Liancheng threw the sword with force, and it immediately flew out, heading toward the horizon, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Xue'er, didn't you want to learn my sword techniques? Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue, didn't you want to see my sword techniques?"

"Go find this sword, go find it; my sword techniques are all inside this sword."

Somehow, this last sentence quickly spread throughout the martial arts world.

Thus, the world entered the era of the 'Sword Frenzy'.

Everyone was looking for a sword.

A sword that could command the universe.

A sword that could dominate the martial arts world.

A... Divine Sword.

Yushufang.

The Emperor, dressed in casual attire, leaned over the imperial desk, looking at the memorials before him, occasionally chanting in deep thought, occasionally knitting his brows, occasionally nodding with a smile, and occasionally marking them incessantly.

After a long while, he finally stopped his brush, pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a sigh full of weariness.

"This position is not easy to sit in."

The Emperor shook his head.

After that incident back then, he became the Emperor.

With the help of the grand eunuch Wang An, and added to the many preparations made beforehand, he had not let the secret slip and successfully took over this vast dynasty. Even if someone occasionally discovered clues, he would easily resolve them through various means. But this position of the supreme ruler was indeed not easy to sit in, spending all day dealing with memorials and balancing various factions.

No matter which aspect it was, it was very draining, and it also made one grow up rapidly.

The current Prince of Pingnan no longer had the childishness of a youth; every move he made carried a steady demeanor.

His expression revealed fatigue; he had not had a comfortable sleep in a long time.

But if he were to step down from this position, that would be extremely difficult.

He had already experienced being above ten thousand people, the supreme ruler.

After finishing the last memorial, the Emperor opened a secret letter sent by the secret guards.

"Master Yu has appeared? Heh, Master Yu, if you had truly ascended to the immortal gate, that would be one thing, but why, just like my master, must you descend to the human world?"

The Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous glint: "People like you from the heavens, unstained by dust—since you came from the heavens, you should return to the heavens."

While pondering, he wrote another secret letter and sent it into the secret passage of the Yushufang.

That incident back then involved too much; all the loose ends had to be cleaned up completely.

"Freeze!"

Suddenly, above the firmament, a clear and resonant voice rang out. It was like the sound of bells and drums from heaven, shaking the universe.

The Emperor suddenly raised his head, his eyes bursting with sharp light. Within that voice, he seemed to see an unparalleled power originating from afar, filling the heavens and the earth, vast and mighty, sweeping over at an incredible speed, covering the entire scene and governing the world. Yet, when this power brushed past him, it seemed to have nothing peculiar, leaving him slightly puzzled.

Was it just an illusion?

"Someone come!" The Emperor frowned and stood up abruptly, wanting to have someone investigate what had happened.

However, after this shout, no imperial guards approached.

The Emperor was about to get angry, but suddenly felt a chill all over his body, because he discovered that the eunuchs, palace maids, and imperial guards in the hall were all motionless, as if they had been struck by an immobilization technique.

No! This was definitely not just an immobilization technique.

The Emperor had once studied under Ye Gucheng, and his cultivation was considered top-tier among the younger generation, with his internal energy having already reached a high level of mastery.

When he unified his spirit and held his breath to look inward, even with his eyes closed, not a single flower or blade of grass within a radius of ten zhang could escape his Perception.

But now.

Apart from the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat, he could not hear any movement at all.

It was as if in that very instant, everything had "died".

Faced with such an absurd and terrifying situation, an ordinary person would likely have been scared half to death.

But he was worthy of being the Sovereign, a man who had been the Emperor. After a brief moment of breathing, he strode out of the Yushufang.

Casting his gaze outward, his heart sank instantly.

Everything before his eyes was even more inconceivable and terrifying than he had imagined.

Stillness.

Absolute stillness.

The eunuchs and palace maids who had been walking about were now frozen, motionless, like stone statues.

Fallen leaves swirling in the wind were fixed in mid-air. The cascading water had also ceased its flow. A bird with wings spread wide hung in the air in this inconceivable manner.

Everything seemed to have come to a standstill.

All existence was frozen in a single instant.

Except for him.

The Emperor frowned deeply, tapped his toes, and his body rose ethereally, landing on the slippery glazed tiles. Gathering True Qi into his eyes, he looked out and discovered that the entire Forbidden City seemed to have come to an absolute standstill. Yet outside the Forbidden City, everything was as usual: peddlers were hawking their wares, people were drinking tea, and others were playing.

"This... what on earth is going on?"

The Emperor's mind was in chaos; he felt as if he had fallen into a boundless abyss, and he nearly tumbled from the glazed tiles.

Just then, light shimmered to his left, and thousands of brilliant streams of light condensed into a black-clad figure, standing with hands behind his back, elegant and carefree.

"Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu..."

This time, the Emperor truly fell from the glazed tiles.