Chapter 245

"However, this sword art is profound and mysterious, and since its inception, only a few people have been able to master it."

"But once mastered, upon being unleashed, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin is like a servant seeing their master, like paying homage to a supreme god. Once the sword move is unleashed, a sharp and peerless sword energy is born from the body, the figure can turn into a wisp of green smoke, and the energy spreads out."

"Countless sharp swords fly across the sky like a storm, the sword momentum is like a net, sharp and peerless; it is a wonder of the martial Dao."

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

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

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

Having said this, 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 Pojun is the son of the Sword Sect Leader Jian Hui."

"Jian Hui harbored selfish motives and originally wanted to pass this strongest sword move to 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, Pojun retreated repeatedly, and Jian Hui's selfishness resurfaced; 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."

"Therefore, he activated the Heaven-Returning Ice Decision, freezing all the spectators of that competition, including himself, in ten-thousand-year mysterious ice."

"And after this battle, the entire Sword Sect, including the Leader and a group of elders, all perished."

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

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

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

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

Hearing this, Wuming felt stunned in his heart.

He never expected that there would be so many troublesome things within the Sword Sect.

The Leader Jian Hui favored his son; this is the same as Mu Long favoring his elder brother. In this way, what is the difference between the Sword Sect and the Mu residence?

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

"But you can rest assured,"

"you will eventually obtain the supreme skill of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin."

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

"And beyond Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, you will also be able to master 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 Wuming's eyes.

Before this, he only felt that he was an orphan, an abandoned child, despised wherever he went.

But now it's better; Su Hang's few words pierced the heavenly secrets, not only telling Wuming his future encounters truthfully but even asserting that he would become a legend of the Wu Lin.

Where else could one find such generous words and inspiring language?

Thinking of this,

Wuming bowed respectfully to Su Hang again,

"Thank you, Mr. Su, for pointing out the way!"

"Wuming is no longer confused at all now!"

After saying this,

The boy Wuming turned and disappeared into the depths of the crowd.

The Jianghu onlookers saw this and were all stunned.

Everyone completely did not expect that Mr. Su would give such a high evaluation to a homeless boy.

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

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

Which of these things wouldn't make one's jaw drop and feel unbelievable?

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

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

Only seeing the heroic spirit of the boy as he left, they inexplicably fell into deep thought.

Just at this moment,

A familiar mechanical sound rang in his mind.

【Ding ding ding!】

【Congratulations to the host for fortune-telling for Wuming.】

【This fortune-telling obtained: Hero Sword, redeemable for points: 4 million points.】

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

Seeing the reward information appearing in his mind, Su Hang was naturally overjoyed.

4 million points, this is the highest single reward Su Hang has received so far...

Truly unbelievable, it seems the value of the Hero Sword is even higher than the Wood Horse Cow!

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

he could complete an ultimate draw!

Facing the even greater temptation of the ultimate draw, how could Su Hang resist?

Thinking of this, Su Hang could not help but look at the audience and say softly:

"Next."

This time, after Su Hang finished speaking,

The one who walked up was a little old man.

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

Although Li Chungang was dressed shabbily, in a dirty and greasy sheepskin jacket, he looked like a beggar.

But even as a beggar, 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 Chungang felt bitter in his heart, the Beiliang Prince Xu Xiao had never stopped providing good wine and food.

Besides these, whatever Li Chungang asked for, Xu Xiao satisfied without fail.

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

And 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 oppression.

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

After all, curiosity is human nature, and eating melons is a habit of Jianghu onlookers.

Every person who walked up to ask for a divination was, in the eyes of the crowd, a walking news-making machine.

But the old man before them, although his courage was not small, still made everyone feel extremely unfamiliar.

Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment, they didn't know what to say.

A moment later, sparse sounds rang out.

"Where did this old man come from... daring to ask Mr. Su for a fortune-telling!"

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

"Exactly! So many Jianghu heroes here haven't spoken yet, and an old man actually cut in line!"

"This old man's face is unfamiliar; I have walked the Jianghu for many years, and I don't remember such a person in the Jianghu?"

At the same time,

Wang Yuyan felt nervous as she saw the old man before her.