I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3742: Chapter 1812: Fusang_2

"Gu Qingyi, in front of tens of thousands of people, accepted the order and arrived through the teleportation portal. Yet, in terms of travel speed, it seems that the ancient swordsmen’s pace is not as swift as us Spiritual Cultivators, haha."

People outside the Burial Sword Tomb?

Xiao Wanfeng was surprised, looked at the person, and saw he was dressed like a swordsman, with a spiritual sword at his waist, yet he was not an ancient swordsman.

With just a glance, Xiao Wanfeng could tell that this person was essentially a Spiritual Cultivator, not even having comprehended Innate Sword Intent.

A good swordsman...

Xiao Wanfeng took a sip of tea.

Perhaps because he used to work as a server at the First Pavilion in the Sky, he prefers tea over wine.

Having seen the world with Young Master Xu and gained the recognition of the Xuancang Godhood Sword, he was no longer nervous in the arena, and when he had doubts, he spoke openly:

"Hasn’t Sword Deity Wen come?"

If the Seventh Sword Deity Wen Ting were to come to Lingyu Mountain to watch the battle, that would be explosive news, enough to make the Burial Sword Tomb deserted—everyone would flock to Fusang City.

"Haha, young brother is not from the Eastern Region, I suppose. It’s not easy for Sword Deity Wen to leave the tomb. With so many swords in the Burial Sword Tomb, someone must watch over them."

The Spiritual Cultivator dressed as a swordsman was filled with pride under the gaze of the crowd: "That day, Sword Deity Wen appeared and ordered his four disciples to enter the Ghost Buddha Realm. It was the only time in decades he showed himself openly. Usually, we don’t even see his true appearance."

Xiao Wanfeng nodded without speaking, but had his own thoughts.

Having followed Lord Shou for some time, he had learned to ponder people’s hearts. If Wen Ting revealed himself, it might actually mean he was interested in watching the battle and guarding the mountain himself.

Even if the real person did not come, there might be some means of watching from afar, or perhaps he would enter at a critical moment.

Whether it was Lord Shou fighting Hua Changdeng, or Bazhun’an fighting Hua Changdeng, was this the "sword deity’s ultimate battle"?

It was!

But Xiao Wanfeng knew better that this was only the beginning, not the end.

The structure of the five regions was like a tightly strung bow; a slight touch could affect the whole body. Regardless of who won or lost, there would surely be follow-ups.

Should an Ancestral God descend, roles such as a tomb keeper of the Burial Sword Tomb could not stand aside.

If the sky were to fall, the tall would hold it up.

Apart from the Saint Servants and the First Pavilion in the Sky, these famed mountains, great sects, and noble families had to act—it was inevitable they would erupt.

"The Ten High Nobles might no longer remain hidden." Xiao Wanfeng mused to himself.

Just then, Xuancang trembled slightly, and Xiao Wanfeng also sensed eyes watching, turning his gaze to someone sitting alone in a tavern across the street.

It was a middle-aged man with a tied crown, a beard, dressed in a black cloud-patterned long robe, with a sword at his waist, yet not an ancient swordsman.

Xiao Wanfeng was surprised, but he recognized the identity of this man.

Xiao Qixiu!

Maybe others didn’t know him, but during the Seven Sword Immortals contest, Xiao Wanfeng had paid special attention to him. He was a Spiritual swordsman attempting to open a new path.

In the last battle, Xiao Qixiu fought against Yang Xizhi in a sealed match, with neither the process nor the outcome known.

After the battle, Elder Yang voluntarily withdrew from the Seven Sword Immortals list contest, not long before the withdrawal of the Seven Sword Immortals ranking, Xiao Wanfeng guessed Xiao Qixiu had won.

It’s a pity...

The two generations of Sword Deities, Qiu Wuqi to Xu Xiaoliu came to Gu Beixi.

In the end, the Sword Pagoda’s evaluation seemed to place pure Spiritual swordsmen at a disadvantage, yet Xiao Wanfeng knew that this person should have had the potential of a Sword Deity.

Xiao Qixiu appeared bloodthirsty, much more hostile than when Xiao Wanfeng last saw him half a year ago—it seems he had been through much bloodshed.

At this moment, Xiao Qixiu’s gaze lingered briefly on the Xuancang sword body. Not wanting to draw attention, he nodded slightly to Xiao Wanfeng.

Not a challenge... Xiao Wanfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t afraid of challenges, but didn’t want to create trouble before the sword deity battle, so he returned the nod of acknowledgment.

"There are capable people here."

The Xuancang still stood out, unable to be discerned by the average person, yet those who saw through its essence were true masters.

Xiao Wanfeng cursed Xuancang under his breath, quickly retrieving the sword from the table and wrapping it again with the sealing belt despite its resistance.

"There are already people from the Northern Region; during the Heavenly Covenant meeting, demi-saint Pei Zai even said he’d come in person to watch the battle, and Alliance Hierarch Yan Sheng showed himself too, though he couldn’t make it personally, but maybe a demi-saint incarnation might attend."

From afar, an elder of the higher void spoke up, "The Holy Divine Palace is in decline, and the restrictions on the Northern Region have loosened a lot, with people from the Northern Region showing up."

"Even Fringe Moon Immortal City sent people. My friend said The Eldest Senior Brother set out lightly and hurried on his way. Perhaps soon we can witness his prowess. The battle between Fringe Moon Immortal City and the Holy Divine Palace spilled much blood, and he directly turned into a ’God of Killing’."

"You know Young Master Cheng, Cheng Xie, from Central Region, right? It seems he has come as well. It’s a pity Young Master Cheng from the Seven Sword Deities didn’t contend, or he would probably have a place on the list."

"Who is Cheng Xie?"

"You don’t know Cheng Xie? He holds the fourteenth famed sword, the present sword-bearer of the Sleeve Sword and Dual Needles... Over the years, the Saint Servants have been collecting famed swords. The kind of famed swords in the Burial Sword Tomb are safe, but the Cheng family in the Central Region is one of the few who could withstand the pressure and weren’t deprived of their swords!"

Cheng Xie?

Xiao Wanfeng paused his actions.

He knew this name, a descendant of an old Ancient Sword Cultivation Family, famed in the ancient swordsmen’s world at just twenty-eight years old.

The collection of famed swords by the Saint Servants had been a topic often mentioned in the past, with occasional movements.

Allegedly, the first-in-command saint servant Bazhun’an was elusive over the decades, leading teams to eliminate dozens of ancient sword cultivation families, collecting famed swords like ’Epitaph of City Snow,’ ’Taiyi Shengshui Sword,’ and ’Crazy Eagle Sword.’

Places like the Burial Sword Tomb and those of the Feng family in the Southern Region could secure the Demonic Sword Yuelian, Blood Sword, the Bewitching Demon, and the Crane Sword Ting Chen thanks to their truly strong backgrounds.

"What is the Cheng family? Simply one of the famed fourteen swords."

"In the Southern Region’s Yin Ghost Realm, they say the Alliance Hierarch within says there’s an opportunity for sanctification through the Ghost Buddha Realm, and he’s a Spiritual Cultivator, not an ancient swordsman!"