Chapter 754: Uncle Takes Action

The scene instantly plunged into an unparalleled level of awkwardness.

Jiang Clan, Yama, Storyteller...

Several major Sovereigns and Void-Cutting experts suddenly transitioned from a life-and-death struggle to merely spectating. This was because the two Baxun'an standing before them were both incredibly lifelike. No one could have imagined that on this continent, there existed impersonators of Baxun'an who could even manifest Sword Will to such an indistinguishable degree.

That was Sword Will!

Sword Will was the only manifestation among the second generation of Pure Divine Will that was acclaimed to rival "Divine Punishment Tribulation," achieving an unprecedented and epoch-making feat of innovation on another level.

And this...

Both of these imposters possessed it?

Surely, both couldn't be real!

The three parties – the Jiang Clan, Yama, and the Storyteller – all felt their worldviews completely overturned in that moment. At this point, even the Storyteller himself, the seventh-in-command of the Holy Servants, was utterly confused as to who the real Baxun'an was. Or, perhaps, both were fake? But if so, which one, if any, had a connection to Baxun'an? Because without a connection, it would be impossible for them to learn Sword Will.

Self-taught? Nonsense! If Sword Will could be self-taught, then the Eighth Sword Immortal wouldn't hold such a revered status among all sword cultivators on the Holy God Continent.

The three parties, as outsiders, wisely chose not to interject. They yielded the spotlight to the two Baxun'an before them. The situation was so unexpected that it couldn't help but create an absurd illusion:

"Void-Cutting experts truly cannot interject into this ridiculous debate between the true and false Baxun'an!"

The disheveled uncle, one of the two confronting parties, stared at the Sword Will in Xu Xiaoshou's hand and showed a hint of hesitation. He had never encountered such a tricky opponent before. Yet, despite possessing Sword Will, this person was clearly not the genuine article. So after a long silence, the uncle, unable to suppress his curiosity, held back his urge to strike and asked, "Where did you learn your Sword Will?"

Xu Xiaoshou replied with a smile, "Where else could Sword Will be learned? Naturally, I comprehended it myself. It's not as if you can just walk down the street and someone will pop out to teach it to you, right?"

The disheveled uncle froze. Instantly, he understood the subtext of the man before him. The next second, shock registered in the uncle's eyes.

It was him...

It was that youngster...

The person he had encountered in Heavenly Sang City had actually grown this much in such a short time?

The uncle was stunned into silence by that single remark, his heart filled with shock.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at him and retorted, "What about you? Where did your Sword Will come from?" This was the question he truly wanted an answer to. To this day, he had been unable to fathom the identity of this disheveled uncle.

The uncle pondered, and only after a long while replied, "I am different from you. Everyone in the world believes Sword Will was created by me, but little do they know, I simply met someone on the street one day, and he taught it to me."

Everyone present was stunned. Such an explanation completely overturned everyone's understanding of Sword Will's origin. He is Baxun'an, isn't he? Does it really not matter that he said that? Even Xu Xiaoshou was quite surprised. He must be joking! Is this guy messing with us?

"How amusing!" Xu Xiaoshou sighed softly. "Not only do I encounter an imposter, but you also dare to tarnish my reputation as Baxun'an."

The uncle was dumbfounded. He clearly didn't expect that even now, his opponent was still so deeply immersed in the role of Baxun'an. But since the secret signals now matched, he knew Xu Xiaoshou's identity. So, without exposing or targeting him further, he simply smiled and asked, "You say you're Baxun'an, so what are you doing here?"

Xu Xiaoshou flicked his sleeve and declared with his head held high, "Why should I, Baxun'an, explain my life's actions to anyone else?"

The uncle was startled once more. This fellow in front of him was clearly enjoying the act far more than he was! Before he could speak, Xu Xiaoshou retorted, "And you? What brings you here?"

"Me?"

Unlike Xu Xiaoshou, the uncle didn't act evasively. Hearing the question, he turned to face the two Yama members. "I have serious business," he said.

The two Yama members had originally been observing, secretly recovering their strength in the shadows. Unexpectedly, as the true and false Baxun'an continued their conversation, one of them actually turned his attention to them. The two Yama members' hearts skipped a beat.

"Is it related to us?" Yincao asked first, feeling uneasy under the gaze.

The disheveled uncle nodded. "It's not about you, but it concerns your boss."

Lord Huangquan...

Yincao and Baigui exchanged glances, their hearts sinking with growing panic. This newcomer, who immediately directed his attention to Lord Huangquan, clearly possessed impressive cultivation, making his claim to be Baxun'an even more credible. But at this moment, whether he was truly Baxun'an or not was irrelevant. Their own lives were clearly the more critical concern.

"May I ask, what is it?" Yincao inquired.

"If I'm not mistaken... Yama?" The uncle stared at Yincao's Flower Immortal Eyes, recognizing him as a fake Storyteller.

Yincao remained silent, offering no response.

The uncle continued, "No denial, that makes things easy. I won't kill you; I just have one question: Is the Injury Profound Sword in your boss's possession?"

The Injury Profound Sword!

Everyone present, including Xu Xiaoshou, was startled to hear that name. He was no longer an ignorant novice; he had heard of the Injury Profound Sword. This sword was not a renowned weapon. However, it was one of the Nine Supreme Divine Artifacts, belonging to the same tier as Ai Cangsheng's Evil Sin Bow. It was said that the sword's divine power could even bypass any defense, though whether this rumor was true remained unknown.

Such a treasure, in the hands of Yama's boss?

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly recalled the scene where the golden-robed masked figure appeared to save people back then. At that time, he had noticed two weapons crossed on Huangquan's back. A Tang blade and a long sword, both remarkably divine. "So, that sword is the Injury Profound Sword?" Xu Xiaoshou wondered.

Everyone in the arena who heard this turned their gazes. Even some of the Jiang Clan members now looked towards the two Yama members. Upon hearing "Injury Profound Sword" and considering the Tear Family Eyes possessed by each of the two Yama members, Jiang Chaotian inwardly rated the organization's danger level as the highest possible.

However, Yincao did not answer directly, merely stating, "We are not privy to Lord Huangquan's affairs."

The disheveled uncle's tone remained calm. "No denial, that makes things easy. Your Lord Huangquan, does he bear a sword that you should have seen?"

Yincao was silent.

Since when did not directly answering become a non-denial? He was practically speechless and unable to change the subject.

"No," Yincao could only flatly deny.

At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou spoke up. "You're lying."

Everyone turned their heads again to look at this other Baxun'an, who was aggressively asserting his presence. Xu Xiaoshou's version of Baxun'an slowly paced and calmly stated, "Huangquan, this Venerable One has also crossed paths with him. If I'm not mistaken, not only the Injury Profound Sword, but also Soul Severing, are in that kid's hands?"

Soul Severing, one of the Nine Supreme Divine Artifacts, was in the same tier as the Injury Profound Sword and the Evil Sin Bow.

As Xu Xiaoshou's version of Baxun'an spoke these words, everyone was stunned. The disheveled uncle was no exception. He already knew Xu Xiaoshou's true identity. This was just a junior. It was one thing to pretend, but how could he dare to interject with such baseless claims—words that would expose his identity if they proved inaccurate?

Yincao and Baigui were even more dumbfounded. They naturally knew that both the Injury Profound Sword and Soul Severing were on Lord Huangquan! But how could outsiders know? The Baxun'an who could name the Injury Profound Sword was already, in their minds, the true Baxun'an. Yet now, another Baxun'an could also assert that Soul Severing was in Lord Huangquan's hands. And he had even crossed paths with Lord Huangquan? And he called Lord Huangquan... "kid"?

"Heavens!"

Yincao's heart was filled with dread. Which one of them was truly real? If both were fake, how could they provide such accurate information? One came for the sword. The other for the blade. Since when were even Baxun'an's imposters this highly skilled? Lord Huangquan hadn't made a move in countless years. If these two weren't figures from that era, how could they possibly know about the Injury Profound Sword and Soul Severing?

Meanwhile.

Xu Xiaoshou had merely been bluffing. But seeing Yincao's shifting expression, he knew he was right. Yama's Huangquan truly possessed both the Injury Profound Sword and Soul Severing, two Supreme Divine Artifacts, simultaneously? At this point, even Xu Xiaoshou found it somewhat absurd... How could a mere Huangquan possess such power? One must remember that Ai Cangsheng only had one Evil Sin Bow! The power of that bow... Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood a little when he thought of that Evil Sin Bow, which had shot Sang Lao, the second-in-command of the Holy Servants, into the Holy God Temple's prison with a single arrow. It was why the true Holy Servants' Chief, Baxun'an, had told him not to bother or provoke Yama's people for the time being. So, Yama was actually that formidable?

"Soul Severing too?"

The disheveled uncle not far away was clearly surprised by this new piece of information. He stepped forward, gazing at Yincao, and went straight to the point: "I don't like killing. Give me Huangquan's location, and I won't bother you juniors."

Juniors...

Void-Cutting experts had, in the disheveled uncle's eyes, clearly become juniors. At this moment, Yincao, Baigui, and Jiang Chaotian all felt a sudden sense of powerlessness. The person before them possessed Sword Will. Ultimately, if he wasn't Baxun'an, he couldn't be far from that level, could he? Surely someone who possessed Sword Will wouldn't have a real combat strength below the Xiantian realm, would they?

Having made his subjective assessment, Yincao had no desire to fight the uncle, but he also couldn't expose Lord Huangquan's whereabouts. As a result, having nothing to say, Yincao could only remain frozen on the spot.

"Not speaking?"

The uncle pressed on, step by step. His aura accumulated, so vast that it left people breathless.

But just then, the Storyteller suddenly spoke up. "My two brothers, wait!"

At this point, the Storyteller himself couldn't figure out which one was Xu Xiaoshou, which was the imposter, and which was his true brother. But he couldn't risk exposing one of them, as it was possible that one of them was an ally. So he was left with no choice but to speak up humbly, despite being a Void-Cutting expert.

Both Xu Xiaoshou's version of Baxun'an and the disheveled uncle's version of Baxun'an simultaneously turned their heads to look at the Storyteller. The Storyteller felt completely unnerved by these two pairs of murky eyes staring at him. They were too similar! Oh, brother, brother, what exactly did you do out there to create such nearly identical imposters?

Suppressing the urge to complain, the Storyteller announced an unwelcome truth to everyone: "White Coat is coming."

Outside the small world.

The Storyteller had previously been unable to clearly discern the disheveled uncle's figure, but that was because his opponent was too powerful. However, the moment the aura from the Spirit Citadel Trade Fair stirred, with several Sovereigns and Void-Cutting experts moving in unison to investigate the Holy Force fluctuations here, the Storyteller knew instantly.

One word sealed it.

Various expressions flickered across the faces of those present. Jiang Chaotian's eyebrows lifted in joy, knowing reinforcements were on their way. The two Yama members' hearts filled with sorrow, knowing their end was near. Xu Xiaoshou, however, began to curse the true Baxun'an's inefficiency at handling matters. After all this time, he still hadn't managed to draw away both White Coat and Red Coat from the trade fair.

In that case...

What was the situation like at the trade fair? Was it over?

Xu Xiaoshou began to feel anxious.

The only one who remained unhurried was the disheveled uncle. He stared intently at the Storyteller and calmly asked, "How long until they arrive?"

The Storyteller thought to himself, *You really think you're the true brother, don't you? You're treating me like a subordinate.* But the other party had manifested Sword Will, so he wasn't like an outsider. Those who impersonated Baxun'an were all fans of Baxun'an, essentially half-allies. So the Storyteller replied, "Spatial traces. They can't hold them back for too long, about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea."

"That's enough," the disheveled uncle nodded, then glanced back at Yama.

At this moment, the sudden pressure made the two Yama members extremely panicked. Anyone could tell that the uncle's "that's enough" implied that the time before White Coat's arrival would be sufficient to eliminate the two Yama members.

Yincao couldn't hold on any longer. His Flower Immortal Eyes glowed cherry pink, and he lunged forward.

"Illusion!"

Everyone present felt heaven and earth invert, their heads spinning. Baigui, who was behind Yincao, understood instantly and immediately pulled out a drop of golden holy blood from his ring.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

The Flower Immortal Eyes' illusion technique was powerful, but "Perception" could still occasionally transmit real visual frames. Among these frames, there was one of Baigui consuming the holy blood.

"Yama also has holy blood?"

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou was incredibly shocked. However, upon remembering that Yama's boss, Huangquan, possessed both the Injury Profound Sword and Soul Severing, he immediately felt a sense of relief. But even with that relief, Xu Xiaoshou found himself unable to intervene. Because the frames from "Perception" arrived too late, and although the Flower Immortal Eyes' illusion technique wasn't very strong on him, it did have some effect. He couldn't prevent Baigui from consuming the holy blood. The power of a Void-Cutting expert consuming holy blood was unimaginable.

Just as the Storyteller realized something was wrong, and Jiang Chaotian felt the absurdity of the illusion, forcefully resisting to break free, they witnessed the scene of Baigui consuming the blood. Everyone knew it was too late.

The holy blood had already entered his throat!

"Haha, Baxun'an?"

Yincao laughed wildly. Only then did everyone realize that he hadn't lunged forward at all; instead, under the illusion's deceptive effect, he and Baigui were continuously retreating in reality. As he retreated, he mockingly scoffed, "Do you really think I couldn't tell you were a fake? What if you have Sword Will? You still can only..."

At that moment, a faint sound emerged, and a sudden change occurred. Yincao's words abruptly stopped, and his mocking smile froze on his face.

Then.

*Snap!* A crisp snapping sound echoed. Everyone felt the spinning world around them shatter. Then, another scene emerged: It was a shocking scene: a disheveled uncle moving without wind, his body closely following Baigui as he retreated, two fingers clamping onto the holy blood. Meanwhile, another disheveled uncle was in front of Yincao, four fingers piercing his throat, silencing his mocking words.

Two uncles?

Everyone paused, then immediately realized. Illusion! This was also an illusion?

"Illusion technique?" Yincao was equally terrified. In this world, was there actually an illusion technique that even his Flower Immortal Eyes couldn't see through? However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he heard his own voice come out muffled and unclear. Suddenly, pain also surged across his face. Unable to hold it back, Yincao suddenly spat out blood. As he realized his words were indistinct and pain emerged, Yincao sensed something was wrong, and his expression twisted into horror.

"This isn't an illusion technique!"