Chapter 151

"It is just that this sword art is unfathomable, and since its inception, only a few have been able to master it."

"But once mastered, upon being unleashed, the ten thousand swords return like servants seeing their master, like worshiping a supreme god. Once the sword moves are unleashed, a fierce and peerless sword energy is born from the body, and the figure can transform into a wisp of blue smoke, with the energy spreading and permeating."

"Countless sharp swords dance in the sky like a storm, the sword momentum like a net, fierce and peerless; it is truly a martial arts spectacle."

"Therefore, in order to compete for this 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin,' the disciples of the Sword Sect will eventually have a battle!"

"And the two strongest disciples within the Sword Sect are you and Guo Pojun."

"So, this battle is destined to be full of difficulties."

At this point, Su Hang paused and continued:

"And in order to compete for this 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin,' you will inevitably have to fight your senior brother."

"And your senior brother, Guo Pojun, is the son of the Sword Sect leader, Sword Hui."

"Sword Hui harbored selfish motives and originally wanted to pass this strongest sword move to Guo Pojun, but due to the rules of the Sword Sect, he had to reluctantly agree to let the two of you duel."

"But when the two of you were at the critical point of the duel, Guo Pojun was defeated repeatedly, and Sword Hui’s selfishness flared up again; he did not want his son to be defeated by your hand, nor did he want 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin' to be passed to an outsider."

"So he activated the 'Heaven-Returning Ice Technique,' freezing all the spectators of that duel, including himself, within ten-thousand-year mysterious ice."

"And after this battle, the entire Sword Sect, including the leader and all the elders, perished."

"And the only ones who ultimately escaped were you and your senior brother."

"From then on, the entire Sword Sect existed in name only."

"You walked the Wu Lin, no longer calling yourself a disciple of the Sword Sect, but instead calling yourself Jing Wuming."

"And your senior brother crossed the ocean to continue his studies in Dongying!"

Hearing this, Jing Wuming felt stunned in his heart.

He had never expected there to be so many messy affairs within the Sword Sect.

The leader Sword Hui favored his son, which was the same as Mu Long favoring his elder brother; in this way, what was the difference between the Sword Sect and the Mu household?

However, before Jing Wuming could react, Su Hang’s voice came again:

"But you can rest assured,"

"you will eventually obtain the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin' technique."

"You have excellent comprehension and have grasped this peerless martial art that few have understood in these thousands of years."

"And beyond 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin,' you will also be able to comprehend 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One,' and even 'Sword Blood Floating Life'!"

"And these are things I have seen from your Eight Characters."

"In short, young man, do not be discouraged."

"Your future is limitless."

After Su Hang’s encouragement, a glimmer of light flickered in Jing Wuming’s eyes.

Before this, he had only felt like an orphan, an abandoned child, despised wherever he went.

But now, after Su Hang’s few words pierced the heavenly secrets, not only did he tell Jing Wuming his future encounters truthfully, but he even asserted that he would become a legend of the Wu Lin.

Where else could one find such generous and inspiring words?

Thinking of this,

Jing Wuming bowed respectfully to Su Hang again,

"Thank you, Mr. Su, for clearing my confusion!"

"Mu Yingming is no longer confused at all!"

Having said this,

The young Jing Wuming turned and disappeared into the depths of the crowd.

The Wu Lin onlookers were also stunned.

They had never expected Mr. Su to give such a high evaluation to a homeless boy.

Defeating the Sword Saint at nineteen and winning the name of Heavenly Sword!

And in the end, even mastering 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin'?

Which of these things was not jaw-dropping and unbelievable?

But a boy is a boy, with a long future and a long road ahead.

Many things had not yet happened, so the crowd could not say much.

They only fell into deep thought, seeing the heroic spirit of the boy as he left.

Just then,

A familiar mechanical sound rang in his mind.

[Ding ding ding!]

[Congratulations to the host for fortune-telling for Jing Wuming.]

[This fortune-telling obtained: Hero Sword, redeemable points: 4 million.]

[According to the system reward rules: The host will receive 4 Supreme Draw Cards.]

Seeing the reward information in his mind, Su Hang felt a surge of joy.

4 million points, this was the highest single reward Su Hang had received so far...

Truly unbelievable; it seems the value of the Hero Sword is even higher than the Wooden Ox!

If he could obtain another 6 million taels of divination fees,

he could complete an Ultimate Draw!

Facing the even more tempting Ultimate Draw, how could Su Hang resist?

Thinking of this, Su Hang looked at the audience and said softly:

"Next."

This time, as Su Hang’s voice fell,

the person who walked up was a little old man.

This old man looked somewhat similar to Li Li Chungang, but also looked exceptionally different.

Although Li Li Chungang wore shabby, dirty, and greasy sheepskin, he looked like a beggar.

But even as a beggar, Li Li Chungang looked like the kind of beggar who could eat his fill and even live quite comfortably.

After all, having been imprisoned in the Beiliang Prince’s Mansion for twenty years, although Li Li Chungang felt bitter in his heart, the Beiliang Prince Xu Xiao had never stopped providing him with good wine and food.

Besides this, whatever Li Li Chungang asked for, Xu Xiao would satisfy.

So much so that although Li Li Chungang seemed to have a low status in the Beiliang Prince’s Mansion, in reality, the treatment he received was no worse than Xu Fengnian’s.

But looking at the old man now,

he was thin and dark, looking like a bamboo pole that had been used for twenty years.

He wore a simple black cloth robe with no style to speak of.

He walked toward Su Hang with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face,

and with every step he took, it seemed as if he were facing great obstacles.

The only thing that left a deep impression was the old man’s eyes;

although he looked thin and even somewhat pitiful,

the way the old man looked at people was like a knife, extremely sharp.

Sometimes, just a light glance could give people an inexplicable sense of suffocation and pressure.

At this moment, the Wu Lin onlookers seeing this scene could not help but feel curious.

After all, curiosity is human nature, and gossiping is a habit of Wu Lin onlookers.

Every person who walked up to seek a divination was, in the eyes of the crowd, a walking news machine.

But the old man before them, despite his courage, still made everyone feel extremely unfamiliar.

The crowd looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

A moment later, sparse sounds were heard.

"Where did this old man come from... daring to seek a divination from Mr. Su!"

"Pah! He’s already at that age, and he doesn't have many good days left; what is there to divine? No matter how you divine it, it’s a death sentence!"

"Exactly! With so many Wu Lin heroes here, they didn't speak, yet an old man snatched the lead!"

"This old man is a stranger; I have walked the Wu Lin for many years, and I don't remember such a person in the Wu Lin?"

At the same time,

Wang Wang Yuyan, seeing the old man, could not help but feel nervous.