Chapter 1859: Worship

Chapter 1842

"Have you all finished thinking?"

In Fusang City, Xiao Kongdong still dragged his large sack, wearing Ba Zun’an's face, smiling at the Saints in the sky.

After defeating the nameless Half-Saint from the Cheng family and chasing away his cronies, he set his sights on Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu.

To be precise, he was eyeing the Dalú Jiǔtiān Shēng Xuán Jian in Lu Shiyu’s hand.

"Ranked tenth on the famous swords list, it is known as the 'Life Sword.' In ancient times, it was even one of the personal swords of the Great Sword Saint, Hua Weiyang."

"After changing hands several times, in this era, its wielder has been lost, and it is guarded by the City of Shēng Fútú."

"However, it doesn't betray its name as the 'Life Sword'; it can heal and save lives with a single strike. But a sword is a sword, inherently fierce and murderous. It should be wielded by someone with a fierce and murderous nature, not by a Dan Sheng, Bing Sheng, or Zhèn Sheng..."

Xiao Zun’an hoisted his old sack and slowly ascended into the air.

He spoke freely and without reservations, completely ignoring Bing Sheng Tie Dameng's increasingly dark face. Suddenly, his voice rose, spreading in all directions:

"Everyone's arrival here today was guided by me."

"The Life Sword has been anonymous in the City of Sǐ Fútú for so long; it's time for it to emerge. Don't you agree?"

As Xiao Kongdong spoke, he looked down at the Four Sons of Zàngjiànzhǒng, the two elders Gou Feng, and Lei Shuangxing, as well as others who carried famous swords.

No one answered him.

Yet he nodded calmly.

"Yes, that's right."

Regardless of whether it was right or wrong, apart from the few famous swords nearby that were either inconvenient to take or unnecessary to take,

The Life Sword was the last link in the mission.

The order to collect the swords originated from his teacher, Ba Zun’an, and Xiao Kongdong regarded it as the highest mission in his life, diligently carrying it out for decades.

Zàngjiànzhǒng was managed by Wen Ting, and for his teacher Ba Zun’an to borrow a sword was a simple matter.

Gou Wuyue and Feng Tingchen, both among the previous generation of Eight Sword Immortals, had deep friendships with Ba Zun’an and were not in an adversarial position now, so it was a matter of giving face.

Lei Shuangxing...

He was one of their own, no need to elaborate.

So, to outsiders, the Eighth Sword Immortal's endeavor to collect famous swords seemed far off, as there appeared to be too many famous swords still scattered outside, uncollected.

In reality, Xiao Kongdong knew that only the one in Lu Shiyu's hand remained!

With the possibility of fully collecting the Twenty-one Famous Swords today, Xiao Kongdong could not possibly let Lu Shiyu go.

Either Lu Shiyu would obediently present the sword with both hands,

Or he would take action and wage war against the entire City of Shēng Fútú to "borrow" the Life Sword.

"Are you borrowing the sword? You're clearly snatching it!"

Bing Sheng Tie Dameng looked at the Qīnglín Jǐ in the other party's hand and the weak, slumped Little Red-Clad in the alleyway, his face ashen.

However, Cheng Caizhi, who was unconscious and prostrate behind this person, was a clear example of resistance. This made people fear this "Eighth Sword Immortal" with his explosive combat power, like a tiger, making them scratch their heads multiple times even when contemplating resistance.

Earlier, the sack-wearing Ba Zun’an had defeated Cheng Caizhi and then openly declared that he would "borrow" famous swords from everyone present.

The first to speak out against him...

Of course, there was no one; everyone was waiting for an outsider to step up first.

But the sack-wearing Ba Zun’an first said "excuse me" to Gou Wuyue, then very offensively knocked out the Little Red-Clad and "borrowed" the sword.

Afterward, he asked Lei Shuangxing, "Are you willing to lend the Chōu Shén Zhàng?"

Lei Shuangxing replied, "I am very willing."

"Now, that's a generous ancient sword cultivator!"

This single sentence rendered all the ancient sword cultivators and non-ancient sword cultivators present speechless.

Isn't this just a clumsy "killing the chicken to scare the monkeys" act within your Saint Slave organization?

The one being killed is a weak chicken.

The ones being threatened are your own people.

The monkeys being scared are all monkey kings; why don't you provoke them instead!

Everyone expected the sack-wearing Ba Zun’an to target the Four Sons of Zàngjiànzhǒng, or Gou Wuyue and Feng Tingchen.

After all, there were Sword Immortals among them.

But that fellow seemed to bully the weak and fear the strong, directly turning his sharp edge towards Lu Shiyu, who was famous for alchemy, offering him two choices: "soft borrowing" and "hard borrowing."

"Borrowed for half a year..."

Lu Shiyu murmured silently, having already delayed for nearly half an hour.

Zhèn Sheng Shangfeng Daoist had already discussed this matter with the elders and guest officials of various associations in the City of Shēng Fútú.

Even the Half-Saint level connections from the Five Domains that could be enlisted for help had been tallied.

"If he truly makes a move, we can at most call upon thirteen Half-Saints, five of whom are willing to act, while the remaining eight only offer support, likely unwilling to get involved in the Saint Slave's affairs, and will withdraw at any time." Shangfeng Daoist whispered, "Even if I told them this is a fake."

Five...

Plus the three here...

Eight Half-Saint combatants, eight Half-Saints providing support!

A total of sixteen Saints. If this lineup were unleashed, it wouldn't just be a major earthquake in the Five Domains; at the very least, the Central Domain would tremble.

But that was half a year ago.

Today, half a year later, Half-Saints are worthless.

Not to mention that if the opponent simply summoned a Shou Ye, their side would be utterly routed. Just this fake Eighth Sword Immortal in front of them—it's even uncertain whether eight Half-Saints can handle him!

"Borrowing by name, but actually snatching, how does Saint Slave regard the face of my City of Shēng Fútú?" Tie Dameng could no longer hold back and spoke again, indignantly, "Leaving aside other things, the Life Sword is not in decline in our city; it has already blessed countless people, now..."

"Stop."

Xiao Kongdong raised his hand to stop him, too lazy to listen to the extensive speech. "The time to consider has been given, the opportunity for you to summon people has also been given, and you, it seems, are not the one in charge here?"

"You!"

Tie Dameng was provoked by a single sentence, pulling out his heavy hammer, ready to strike.

He also wanted to try it, to see if this fake Eighth Sword Immortal was really that mystical.

"Dameng, come back!"

Zhèn Sheng Shangfeng Daoist timely pulled back this impulsive general.

In fact, there weren't many impulsive generals in the City of Shēng Fútú; Tie Dameng was the only one who truly dared to rush forward.

Lu Shiyu also sighed, then took out the pure white and flawless Life Sword, saying softly:

"The Life Sword can be borrowed."

Tie Dameng turned sharply to stare at him, his eyes fierce.

Borrowing the Life Sword with just a few words, how was this different from admitting defeat?

With such a shameful reputation, would the City of Shēng Fútú still be able to operate in the Five Domains in the future?

Lu Shiyu, however, changed his tone, staring at the fake Ba Zun’an, his eyes cold:

"But the one to whom the Life Sword is borrowed must be a well-known, upright ancient sword cultivator, not a hidden, strange-acting scoundrel."

"If my Life Sword is borrowed in an unclear manner, and afterward there is no way to retrieve it, then even if I, Lu Shiyu, wish to permit it today, all the people of the City of Shēng Fútú will surely not permit it."

"Otherwise, we fight to the death!"

These words were decisive, declaring the City of Shēng Fútú's resolve and courage, and also kicking the hot potato of choice back to the fake Ba Zun’an.

Even an external Saint like Li You looked at Lu Shiyu with new respect, as she was one who had her famous sword "borrowed" in an unclear manner.

The people in the tavern immediately turned their gaze to the sack-wearing Ba Zun’an.

At this moment, let alone Lu Shiyu, any sane person would know this fellow was an imposter.

But even a fake possessed such strength; it seemed this person was by no means an unknown figure.

To subdue the City of Shēng Fútú, which had good relations with powerful individuals across the Five Domains, without bloodshed, he clearly needed one final step.

And whether this step could hold Lu Shiyu in check depended purely on how influential he truly was.

"Hahaha!"

Under everyone's gaze, the sack-wearing Ba Zun’an laughed loudly: "The City of Shēng Fútú is indeed not a bunch of cowards! You're right, I am indeed not Ba Zun’an..."

With that, the smile on his face solidified, and he peeled off his mask with a backhand, revealing a younger and more dashing face underneath.

His features were proper, brimming with spirit, all sharpness gone, gentle and elegant, and surprisingly, a bit familiar?

"He is..."

Just a pause, and then someone nearby recognized the face, exclaiming in surprise: "Xiao Kongdong?"

"Cānyuè Xiānchéng, Xiao Kongdong, greetings everyone."

Xiao Kongdong revealed his true face, and most of the Half-Saints before him were seniors, so he respectfully performed a junior's bow.

But courtesy was courtesy; his politeness was his politeness. When they recognized this face, everyone was stunned.

"Two generations of Sword Immortals, Qiu Wuqi, Xu Xiaoliu to Gu Beixi, he is truly the Seventh Sword Immortal, second only to Shou Ye, Xiao Kongdong!"

"It's rumored that Ba Zun’an, the head of Saint Slave, has a disciple who inherited all his sword techniques, especially his Illusionary Sword Technique. No wonder Dai Xiu, Luo Hui, and other Saints stumbled and fell without him doing anything; this is the Illusionary Sword Immortal!"

"The great killing god of Cānyuè Xiānchéng! Half a year ago, he single-handedly defended half of the East Moon Realm, causing rivers of blood. I heard that even the North Sword Immortal, carrying the Emperor's Sword, went to subdue Cānyuè Xiānchéng but returned empty-handed!"

Around the tavern, discussions erupted.

Xiao Kongdong bowed and raised his head, his lips curved upward, unable to close his mouth, unable to suppress his smile.

All his life, he had worn his teacher's face to borrow swords outside.

Only when he was in Cānyuè Xiānchéng could he be himself and quietly cultivate his swordsmanship.

If he hadn't been chosen as the Seventh Sword Immortal, in reality, only those in the East Moon Realm, or at most half of the Eastern Domain, would know him by name, not by face.

With the Eighth Sword Immortal before him and the First Sword Immortal after him,

Xiao Kongdong, caught in between eras, actually felt more stifled than Wen Ting; he, too, was overshadowed.

The beautiful dream of wielding a sword grandly before the Daodao Jing like "Shou Ye," never suffering a defeat—not only Xiao Kongdong, but ninety-nine percent of contemporary ancient sword cultivators had dreamed it.

But Shou Ye had his glory, and also the pressure of being the second-in-command of Saint Slave.

Xiao Kongdong knew his mission and his place. He savored the present moment for only a fleeting instant, then collected his thoughts, returned to calm, and looked at Lu Shiyu:

"Senior Lu, what have you decided?"

Lu Shiyu knew things were bad the moment he saw that face.

He had been gambling that this person was not part of Saint Slave; if he had won that bet, the City of Shēng Fútú would not have feared any force in the world.

But not only was this person part of it,

He also had his own city.

His teacher was Ba Zun’an, and he had a close relationship with Shou Ye... if anything happened, the City of Shēng Fútú would surely be doomed.

Defeated!

Admitted defeat!

Lu Shiyu exchanged glances with Tie Dameng and Shangfeng Daoist, both sighing helplessly. Finally, he cupped his hands and offered the Life Sword:

"I hope Sword Immortal Xiao will keep his promise and return my City of Shēng Fútú's famous sword when the half-year period expires."

"No problem," Xiao Kongdong grinned, extending his hand to pull the sword towards him.

Just then, far to the north, a dark sword light suddenly burst forth.

Closely following, the wails of vengeful spirits resonated throughout the entire Guifó Realm, then, along the seas, land, and Dao principles, spread with the wind to the Five Domains of the Sacred Divine Continent.

A voice, slightly hoarse but brimming with fighting spirit, echoed in the ears of the world:

"Where is Ba Zun’an?"

"Where is Ba Zun’an!"

In the Feng Family City of the Southern Domain, millions of spirit swords, some with masters, some without, soared instantly, filling the sky, dazzling and astonishing.

Everyone was terrified; nearly ninety percent of the city's inhabitants collapsed to the ground.

Sudden!

Listening to that terrifying echo, this person actually seemed to be declaring war... on whom? On the Eighth Sword Immortal?

Who was he? Was he crazy!

"Truly mad!"

"This world has finally gone mad!"

"Wahahaha, let chaos reign, let chaos reign!" Countless prostrate fanatics in the land of sin, far from being alarmed by the swords, were instead delighted, eager for more excitement. They began to move their hands and feet, searching their jīnxìng for any Daodao masters who might have information.

In the Feng Family courtyard, the Sword Pavilion trembled.

All the spirit swords and ancient inscribed swords stored within burst out of the windows, along with the personal swords of all the Feng Family's ancient sword cultivators, which they could no longer hold onto, soaring into the sky together.

"This..."

Everyone rushed out of their rooms to their respective courtyards, then involuntarily knelt down in unison.

They struggled to look up.

The sky was not the sky, but an ocean of swords; the entire world was submerged by swords!

Feng Zhongzui first pulled out his left shoulder, then his right, barely squeezing out of his room, emerging from the dark room into the even more desperate gloom beneath the swords.

He looked at the sky full of swords, crashed to his knees, and then froze.

He suddenly began to tremble.

It wasn't just the fear brought by the sheer density, but also the boundless panic after a single glance, at the magnificent sword Dao, and at his own insignificance.

"Patta, patta..."

Large drops of sweat streamed down his forehead.

Feng Zhongzui thought it was a physical reaction caused by his mental state, but a glance out of the corner of his eye showed that everyone in the courtyard was doing the same.

Ten thousand swords suddenly came alive, bowing in unison towards the north, like an emperor on a journey, with all his subjects subservient. This was what was meant by "the end of the sword Dao"!

"Xiao Wanfeng..."

Feng Zhongzui thought of his friend.

He didn't know if the divine sword Xuáncāng had also been pulled high into the sky, or if Xiao Wanfeng was also kneeling like him at this moment.

He suddenly wanted to go to the Guifó Realm in the Central Domain to see the front line.

He probably knew what was happening; it was what he had hoped for half a year ago but hadn't waited for.

He struggled but couldn't get up.

So he took out his jīnxìng, secretly found the matchmaker he followed, and opened her jīnxìng broadcast screen.

It was pitch black.

"Where is Ba Zun’an!"

Ten thousand swords in Zàngjiànzhǒng flew up, and tens of thousands of worshipers collapsed to their knees.

The mist shrouding East Mountain suddenly sank, revealing sharp, incomparable peaks that pierced the clouds like swords.

But that mountain...

Looking up...

It actually began to tremble!

"Clink."

In Zàngjiànzhǒng, in the Sword Washing Pool, water splashed.

Amidst the buzzing, the old and rusty swords that had been collected there for countless years were revitalized, their sharpness renewed, and they soared into the sky with a clang.

"He's here."

Wen Ting's black hair fluttered as he looked up into the void through the gaps where the swords streaked across the sky.

He did not prevent the ancient swords in the Sword Washing Pool from performing their homage; he knew who was coming, so these actions were meaningless.

But when all the swords were gone, and the Sword Washing Pool suddenly became empty,

The broken green sword, which had been the most obscure in the pool and stood by its edge, now became conspicuous as the only one remaining.

It was a broken green sword with patches of rust, usually crying miserably day and night, very annoying.

At this moment, its silence, its composure, was particularly jarring.

Wen Ting smiled, caressed Qīngjū, and said mockingly, "They all went to bow to him, why don't you?"

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