Chapter 210

Just as Ma Yu was hesitating, a gust of wild wind suddenly blew into the great hall.

The next moment, an old Daoist priest was already standing steadily in the hall.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were startled at first, but when they saw the person's face clearly, they were all shocked.

"Master!!"

The shock of the seven was no small matter; the person before them was actually Wang Chongyang, who had long since died.

The tear stains on the old Daoist's eyes had not yet dried, and he said in a deep voice: "You don't need to discuss it anymore; I will personally go to Taohuadao."

He had already read the talk and was extremely furious at what Huang Yaoshi had done.

Since you imprisoned Zhou Botong for fifteen years, then I will go and burn down your Taohuadao.

Ma Yu stood up and said: "Did Master only fake your death last time?"

Wang Chongyang said flatly: "That secret technique of breath-holding isn't something that can only be used once; can't I use it again?"

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were all speechless; this Master was too mischievous, faking his death at every turn.

However, seeing the talk in Wang Chongyang's hand, they gained some understanding.

The death of Lin Chaoying had clearly dealt a huge blow to Wang Chongyang, and he no longer had any attachment to the mortal world.

Now that Wang Chongyang had agreed to go to Taohuadao personally, the group could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, another day passed.

Great Ming Empire, Xue Manor.

In the deepest cultivation chamber, Xue Yiren slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he was not circulating any sword art, yet his body radiated a powerful sword Qi that made one feel cold to the bone.

Although he had sealed his sword and retired for ten years, he had not stopped practicing sword techniques.

His current Sword Dao cultivation was countless times stronger than when he roamed the world back then.

"What a pity."

Xue Yiren thought of Xie Xiaofeng and couldn't help but sigh.

If Xie Xiaofeng were still alive, he would definitely go to challenge him again to see who would win and who would lose.

While pondering, Xue Yiren had already tidied his clothes and pushed open the door to leave the chamber.

Outside the chamber, the butler had long been waiting there.

Seeing Xue Yiren come out of seclusion, the butler immediately stepped forward and said excitedly: "Master, you have finally come out of seclusion; a major event has happened in the Jianghu recently."

"Oh? What major event?"

Xue Yiren asked casually.

He had long since stopped caring about matters in the Jianghu.

"Master, look at this talk."

"There is a storyteller named Su Chen who ranked a Great Ming Sword God List and placed you in seventh place."

The butler said while handing over the talk.

"Seventh place?"

Xue Yiren sneered, instantly losing interest in the talk.

He assumed it was just a list made up by some bored Jianghu person.

If he were young, he would definitely have taken his sword to the storyteller's door and stabbed him three times and six holes.

But now that his temper had faded, he just treated it as a bit of fun.

But upon glancing at the talk, Xue Yiren's expression instantly froze.

"Xie Xiaofeng? He isn't dead yet? And he is ranked fourth on the Sword God List?"

Xue Yiren simply couldn't believe his eyes.

"Master, you don't know."

"Recently, this Mr. Su from the *Snowy Blades* talk has become very famous in the Jianghu, and it is rumored that he has the ability of divine foresight."

"According to Mr. Su's evaluation, Xie Xiaofeng faked his death back then."

"It was only because he met a stronger mysterious Sword God during a trip to Dongting Lake."

The butler explained.

"A stronger mysterious Sword God? Could it be that the Great Ming really has a swordsman who can defeat Xie Xiaofeng?"

Xue Yiren became interested and asked: "What day is the next issue?"

"Uh, Mr. Su speaks every five days, and the next issue seems to be today."

The butler thought for a moment and said.

"Today? Then why didn't you say so earlier!"

Xue Yiren rolled his eyes in anger.

"Master was in seclusion, so this servant didn't dare to disturb you."

The butler said very aggrievedly.

"Forget it, forget it."

"You go to the bookstore and wait there now."

"When the latest issue of the talk arrives, buy a copy immediately."

Xue Yiren waved his hand and said.

"This servant obeys, this servant will go to the bookstore now."

The butler said and was about to leave.

"Wait. Is Xue Ren in the manor?"

Xue Yiren called the butler to stop and asked.

"The Second Master went out early this morning and didn't say what he was busy with."

The butler replied truthfully.

"Hmph! His sword technique is sloppy, yet he doesn't know how to practice hard; he really is worrying."

Xue Yiren said, feeling that his brother failed to live up to his expectations.

"It is that the First Master has too high requirements for the Second Master."

"In the past ten years, all those swordsmen who came to challenge were sent away by the Second Master."

"Now in the Guannan area, only the Xue Manor is supreme; this is all the Second Master's management achievement."

The butler tried to speak for Xue Ren.

"What is a mere family business?"

"As a swordsman, if one cannot focus on the sword, then one will have no chance at the peak of Sword Dao in this lifetime."

Xue Yiren said disdainfully.

The butler could only smile bitterly and shake his head, feeling sad for Xue Ren.

Having such a powerful and strict brother was both a great fortune and a misfortune.

At this very moment.

Qixia Town, Tongfu Inn.

The main hall was already packed with people, and all kinds of discussions were endless.

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For the people in the Jianghu, these five days had been too exciting.

The announcement of the Great Ming Beauty List and the last seven of the Sword God List provided them with a lot of topics.

Especially the swordsman Jing Wuming, who was previously unknown, became famous throughout the world because he made it onto the Sword God List.

For several consecutive days, challengers were endless.

And this Jing Wuming did not refuse anyone, accepting all challenges.

In three days, he fought seventeen famous Jianghu sword masters.

Among them, eleven were killed on the spot, and the remaining six were all seriously injured.

The six injured included Guo Songyang, the Songyang Iron Sword ranked fourth in the *Weapon Manual*.

Such an astonishing record instantly made other challengers shrink back.

At the same time, it pushed the fame of the Sword God List to an unparalleled peak.