Sword God Legend

The way of the sword lies in sincerity; only with a sincere and righteous heart can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship. I began learning swordsmanship at the age of seven and mastered it
within seven years. After ten years of arduous training, I finally reached the realm of invincibility. But who understands
the pain and sorrow I endured during those ten years of training? Who understands the grief and loneliness of invincibility?

I am the Sword God °°Ximen Chuixue.

Chapter One: Childhood

I have no particular memories of my childhood before the age of seven. The most vivid scene in my mind
is the night of the massacre of my Ximen family.

Our Ximen family was actually a long-established bakery in the capital, with a history of over a hundred years passed down through generations. My
father had worked diligently since inheriting my grandfather's business, and within just a few years, he had become the richest man in the capital. I
was the only son in the family, with only one older sister. My sister was sixteen years old, and her beauty was beyond compare
; she was a renowned beauty in the capital.
Countless suitors came every day, drawn by our family's wealth or my sister's beauty , but she rejected them all.

The main reason she refused to marry was because of me. Since my mother died in childbirth, my sister
had taken on the role of mother, diligently caring for me, so we had a very close relationship from childhood. Sadly, this deep
affection later became a painful memory.

On New Year's Eve when I was seven, our whole family gathered for our annual reunion dinner.
This was a grand event for the Ximen family, with nearly a hundred people, including servants and maids, gathered together.
We celebrated the new year as a family, sharing the fruits of our labor—it was truly exciting. Sadly
, no one could have imagined that this meal would be the Ximen family's last.

Just as everyone was joyfully enjoying their reunion dinner, the front door was suddenly kicked open violently.
In a short time, dozens of tall, burly men rushed in, easily subduing all the men in the house. In the chaos,
my father pushed me into the hidden compartment for refuge, while he fought with the bandits. Ultimately, he was no match for the skilled bandits
; with a single swing of his cauldron, their bloodied heads rolled to the ground. The bandits slaughtered all the men in the house, while
the maids were subjected to various forms of abuse. Ten of the bandits, seemingly the leaders, held my sister aside and
frantically tore off her clothes. One of the leaders, impatiently, thrust his penis into my sister's virginity
.

"I never thought I'd have the chance to taste the Ximen family's great beauty," the bandit said excitedly
as His vile penis thrust in and out of my sister's tender orifice, virgin blood flowing down his penis to the ground. My sister
helplessly writhed and struggled, but she could not escape her tragic fate of being defiled.

Satisfied, the bandits withdrew their penises from my sister's vagina, and strands of white semen slowly flowed from her
tender opening . A second bandit immediately pressed down on her body. I peered through the hidden
compartment at this hellish scene. More and more bandits joined in the abuse of my sister, while her struggles and resistance grew
weaker until she could only helplessly allow the bandits to ravage her once-pure body.

The tragedy continued for over an hour, until all the bandits had completely satisfied their desires. My sister lay on the ground, barely
alive , her snow-white body covered in the bandits' semen, especially her lower body, which was a complete mess. Blood
continued to gush from her vagina, showing the severe damage it had suffered. I waited until all the bandits had left before emerging from the hidden compartment. I held my dying sister in my arms, tears streaming uncontrollably down

my face .
Seeing that I was unharmed, my sister breathed a sigh
of relief. She gently stroked my tear-streaked face, instructing me to go to Guangdong to find my uncle and plan for my future, before calmly
leaving .

I felt her delicate body grow cold in my arms, my heart filled with boundless rage and hatred.
Ignoring her instructions, I picked up a long sword in the hall and followed the hoofprints in front of the door, tracking those
damned bandits.

I chased them for three days and three nights without sleep, food, or drink, finally collapsing in the boundless forest.
As I felt my senses slowly fading, the thought of seeing my father and sister again after death filled me with a strange
sense of anticipation .

But fate is often so mysterious. When you deliberately seek death, death often evades you. In
the instant I was about to collapse, I felt myself being lifted up by a pair of strong arms. The man who rescued me used
his agility , and I felt a gust of wind behind my head, like a bird soaring through the sky. My mind relaxed, and I fell into a deep sleep, only knowing that my
life had been fortunately saved.

Chapter Two: A Good

Opportunity. On the verge of death, I felt my body fluctuating between hot and cold, as if my soul might leave my body at any moment. But whenever I faced
the edge of death, a warm hand would always be there to support my back, and a gentle warmth would flow from
the palm into my body, coursing through my limbs. I vaguely knew that someone was using profound skills to help me fight off
the illness, but having lost my will to live, my recovery was extremely slow.

When I was fully cured, it was already ten days later. I left
the sickbed , feeling only unbearable hunger. I saw a bowl of warm rice porridge beside my bed and couldn't help but thank the host for his
care. As I finished eating and stepped outside, the sun rose in the east. Following the morning sunlight
, I walked towards the garden and saw a tall, thin middle-aged man tending to his potted plants in the distance. I knew he was the one who had saved my life
.

Even when I was still several hundred paces away, his gentle voice reached my ears: "Young
man , are you finally cured?" I was stunned. He had been carrying me on his back, yet he
had sensed my approach from such a distance. Moreover, his voice was neither too warm nor too cold, as if it were right next to my ear, fully demonstrating
his profound skill.

Unexpectedly, I walked up to the man and knelt down respectfully: "Ximen Chuixue thanks you for saving my life, senior. May I
ask your esteemed name?"

The man turned around, and in an instant, I felt his sharp gaze scrutinize me from head to toe. He continued
, "It's nothing, just a small matter. My friends in the martial world know I'm a heavy drinker, so they call me the Drunken Sword Immortal.
Over time , I've even forgotten my real name."

I knew that some reclusive martial arts masters preferred to remain anonymous, so I didn't press the matter further.

The senior swordsman watered the bonsai tree while saying to me, "Young brother, why have you
been running around the mountains day and night with your sword, catching a cold?"

"Senior, please call me Chuixue," I replied, grateful for the years of hard work he had devoted to saving me. I
then recounted the tragedy of my family's massacre.

Upon hearing my story, the senior sighed, "Chuixue, do you have a place to stay?"

Hearing the senior's tone soften, I knew that if I could learn even a single move from him, revenge would
be within reach. So I hurriedly said, "Chuixue has nowhere to go. Please, senior, take me as your disciple!"

The senior turned away, looking at me coldly, his sharp gaze seeming to see through my intentions: "I think your deceased
family would have wanted you to live a happy life, not a life of endless bloodshed in the martial world."

I knew this opportunity was fleeting, so I pleaded repeatedly: "From the moment my family was massacred, happiness was
destined me. I beg you, senior, to grant my request."

The senior carefully considered my sincerity, and finally said helplessly, "Since you insist on becoming my disciple, you
must undergo a test. There's a tavern at the foot of the mountain, five kilometers from here. Go there and fetch ten catties
of Daughter's Red wine for me. You have one hour." He then gave me enough silver for six months and turned to go back
inside .

Carrying ten catties of heavy goods ten kilometers round trip through the mountains was difficult even for an adult, and I knew
the senior wanted me to give up and return to a life of happiness. But the thought of my sister, raped to death, and my father
, beheaded while trying to save me, made my blood boil again. Knowing it was futile, I still insisted on doing it.

Finally, before the one-hour deadline, I returned to the tavern, covered in wounds and carrying ten catties of wine.
The senior swordsman, observing my fighting spirit and determination, finally understood my persistence. He helped the exhausted man up and said, "
Very good , Fubuki, you truly have the potential to become a first-rate swordsman. From now on, you will follow me!"

I sensed the senior swordsman's long-held expectations and painstaking efforts for me, knowing that this might be the third
person to treat me kindly after my father and sister's deaths. I knelt down sincerely, called him "Master," and respectfully performed the apprenticeship ceremony.

Chapter Three: Learning Swordsmanship

The next morning, after my master and I had breakfast, I followed him into the woods behind the house.
We walked for nearly fifteen minutes, finally stopping in front of a waterfall in the forest. My master looked at me quietly, his
usual gentle demeanor replaced by a stern and righteous tone. He said, "Chuixue, before I teach you martial arts, I hope you will
swear a solemn oath never to kill the innocent with your sword. Otherwise, even if you become invincible, I will still bear
the responsibility of eliminating evil for the people." Then, his voice softened. "Chuixue, actually, I am thinking of you. Your bloodlust
is too strong. I fear you will stray into the demonic path and ultimately fall into an abyss of no return."

I understood that my master's earnest advice was for my own good, so I followed him and swore an oath.

After I made the oath, my master continued, "In my life, I created two peerless sword techniques.
One is the sword of life, 'Xuantian Zhanlong Jue,' and the other is the sword of death, 'Shizi Zhuihun Jian.' The two
sword techniques are inherently complementary and mutually restraining. Chuixue, which one do you want to learn?"

I vaguely felt the allure of the name of the killing sword and made my choice without hesitation. My master seemed to have
anticipated my choice, and without saying a word, he explained the sword technique "Ao Yi" to me.

Time flew by, and my master's Cross-Sword Technique was indeed profound, encompassing not only
swordsmanship internal energy cultivation, lightness skill, defensive techniques, and even methods for using the sword to counter hidden weapons. It took me a whole year to learn
the first four moves. Today, my master, as usual, strictly instructed me, and I practiced diligently for two hours like a waterfall. My master carefully
corrected my mistakes and patiently taught me, making me fully feel the deep bond between master and disciple.

Seeing me staring blankly at him, my master asked, "Chui Xue, is there anything you don't understand?"

Because my master had been patiently instructing me, I actually didn't have any questions. Driven by curiosity,
I asked my master a question: "Master, why have I never seen your sword?"

My master smiled gently and replied, "The sword is right beside me, Chui Xue, can't you see it?"

I looked curiously at my master's waist, truly curious about the divine weapon used by a peerless swordsman, but unfortunately,
I couldn't find a single clue. Perhaps my silly appearance was too amusing, for it made my master laugh.
He said seriously, "Since I mastered swordsmanship at the age of thirty, my sword has become one with me; it
is omnipresent."

I listened blankly to my master's foreign words, vaguely understanding a little. My master gently stroked my
head, saying, "One day you will understand what I mean."

Several years passed in the blink of an eye. Under my master's careful guidance, I had completely mastered the eleven forms of the Cross Soul-Chasing Sword. All I lacked
was experience and a good command of the sword. This morning, after finishing my sword practice, I busied myself preparing dinner, because today was my fifteenth
birthday. My master and I ate happily, and he drank the rice wine I had brewed for him for the first time.

Just as I was preparing to clear the table, my master stopped me, indicating he had something to say: "Fubuki,
seven years have passed since we last met, and you've grown into an adult. I've taught you everything I could, but
what you lack is experience and refinement. These two things are matters of life and death for a first-rate swordsman, so
starting tomorrow, you need to leave here for solitary sword training. In other words, tonight will be our farewell banquet."

I hugged my master's tall, thin body tightly, tears welling up in my eyes: "Master, I can't bear to part with you."
My master gently stroked my head. "Silly child, I am also reluctant to part with you. I believe I will never forget
the rice wine you brewed for me; its taste is unforgettable. Stop acting like a daughter and come see
the farewell ."

My master took out an old wooden box from behind him and gently opened it. Inside was an old-fashioned black-scabbard longsword.
My master grasped the hilt and drew the sword halfway out, and the room immediately filled with the light of the sword. This sword is named Lone Wound. Its blade is three feet seven inches long and
weighs seven pounds and thirteen ounces. It is forged from black iron from the Western Regions. It can cut hair with a breath and split stone and gold. It was my
weapon , and now I give it to you. I hope you will use it to defend the righteous path.

The next morning, I carried Lone Wound on my back, mounted the fine steed my master had prepared for me, bid a reluctant farewell to my master,
and, fighting back tears, rode off into the unknown future.

Chapter Four: Dream Encounter

A week has passed since I left my master. I arrived at a small village near the river and rented a small house to settle down
temporarily . Behind the house was a large bamboo forest, where I loved to practice my swordplay while watching the sunset. Recalling what I
had learned, I unleashed my sword technique, and the Lonely Sorrow technique dissolved into a white mist before my eyes.

I heard footsteps behind me and hurriedly sheathed my sword. A beautiful young woman emerged from the forest and
approached . Her name was Meng'er, and she was one of my new neighbors. Meng'er was beautiful and charming. Because her elderly father
had unfortunately fallen ill, she made a living by picking flowers.

I walked to Meng'er's side and took a blooming flower from her flower basket: "Give me this."
I gave Meng'er enough money for a week's worth of food. Meng'er happily kissed me. Since I
had never been near a young woman other than my sister, I blushed with embarrassment.

I hurriedly changed the subject: "It smells wonderful! What kind of flower is this?" Meng'er smiled sweetly: "This is
plum blossom. It's said to calm the mind, so I love plum blossoms and Brother Ximen the most." Taking advantage of my momentary daze,
she kissed me again.

When I came to my senses, I found myself holding Meng'er tightly, our tongues intertwined.
A numbing pleasure surged through my brain—this was the feeling of intimacy with a woman! We kissed for almost fifteen minutes before Meng'er
shyly pushed me away and ran home without looking back.

For the next month or so, I spent all my time with Meng'er except when practicing swordsmanship. We would hold hands,
lie on the grass watching the sunset, and sneak out at night to count stars. I realized I had unknowingly fallen in love with
Meng'er, and this genuine romance lasted for three months.

Then, three months later, there was a rapid knocking at the door. As soon as I opened it, I saw
Meng'er , tears streaming down her face, rushing into my arms. Between sobs, Meng'er told me that her father had sold her to a group of bandits outside the village for
five hundred taels of silver. My beloved Meng'er had come to say goodbye. I kissed away her tears and
gently comforted her.

In a soft voice, Meng'er said, "Brother Ximen, could you close your eyes for a moment?" I obediently
closed , and heard the sound of cloth being undone. A naked, warm body was already tightly embracing me. Meng'er
shyly told me, "Brother Ximen, tonight Meng'er wants to give you her most precious thing."

We intertwined passionately. I kissed every inch of Meng'er's snow-white body, and driven by male instinct, I quickly
thrust my penis into Meng'er's virginity. Meng'er's virgin blood slowly
flowed from her vaginal opening with my thrusts, staining the white sheets red. We reached orgasm together in our intense intercourse.

My pent-up essence filled Meng'er's body. With her last ounce of strength, Meng'er held me tightly:
"Brother, can you promise me that whenever you see plum blossoms, you will think of me?"

I held my beloved Meng'er close and said, "I will never forget you, Meng'er, you are my woman, Ximen Chuixue's
woman."

Chapter Five: First Battle

Three days have passed since Meng'er's marriage, and I sit painfully in the bamboo forest, wildly waving my lonely sword,
venting my grief. What can I do? Meng'er's marriage is her parents' arrangement; can I
expect her to rebel against her parents? Instantly, sword energy soared into the sky within the bamboo forest, startling birds and beasts. I completely forgot
everything in my heart, feeling only that heaven and earth were one with me.

Three hours later, I walked out of the bamboo forest, satisfied. I felt my power had increased to a higher level,
fueled by love and hate, but I was not happy at all. A sense of unease crept into my heart. I looked up and
saw fires rising in the village. I then used my speed to rush towards the village.

As I stepped into the village, I noticed about fifty burly men waiting for me, but I
ignored them completely. My gaze was fixed on the naked female body on the ground—my beloved Meng'er. I
went to Meng'er and gently embraced her. It was a body completely devoid of life. Meng'er was
completely gone from me, first by death, then by life itself.

A burly man who seemed to be the leader stepped forward from the crowd: "Boy, are you this girl's lover?" I didn't answer but
asked in return: "Did you kill her?" The leader said smugly: "Since this girl was no longer a virgin
, I told my brothers to have some fun with her. I never thought she would die so easily from pleasure!"

Meng'er's death was exactly the same as my sister's, and it stirred up the hatred deep within my heart.

"Boy, I asked you your name, are you deaf?"

I coldly drew my sword: "My name means nothing to the dying."

Just by the aura of my drawn sword, the bandits knew I possessed martial arts skills, and they surged forward. Unfortunately, they all
made a mistake, a fatal mistake!

The first move of my killing sword technique, "One Cut in Two," with a cold shout, cleaved five burly men at the front
in half. The villagers and bandits were stunned; none of them had imagined that this frail boy would be a figure
like . My body moved with my sword, swift as the wind, but every strike meant death. In the blink of an eye, the ground
was littered with the bandits' corpses.

I slowly walked to the leader; the chilling killing intent terrified him, causing him to stumble to the ground, his legs
wet with sweat , having lost control of his bladder. The second move of the Killing Sword, "Two Paths of Wandering," saw the sword tip caress the leader's
face like a lover's delicate hand, the sword's energy scraping and slicing until his features were blurred, leaving him a headless corpse in an instant.

I looked at the Lonely Wound in my hand; the bandits' blood had stained its cold blade crimson, but their filthy blood was unworthy
to stain my sword. I brought the Lonely Wound to my lips and blew on the blade, causing blood to gently slide from the tip.
What I blew was not snowflakes, but vibrant red blood, until the last drop of blood flowed from the Lonely Wound, before I
sheathed .

I picked up Meng'er's body and left the village without looking back. I buried her on a small hillside,
where we used to love lying and watching the stars; I believed Meng'er would also like to rest here forever. The yellow earth gently
covered , and I felt a part of my life die with her, but Meng'er's death gave me a new goal:
to kill all the bandits in the land to avenge my sister and Meng'er's deep hatred.

Chapter Six: Fame

For a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world), the greatest desire is probably fame. Although countless people strive for this
goal , only a small fraction succeed, and even those who do often spend most of their lives trying.
But I only debuted three months ago, and I've already become famous.

In these long three months, I've traversed every corner of the land, wiping out no fewer than a hundred thieves'
dens. Ximen Chuixue has become a nightmare feared by everyone in the underworld. Every time I arrive at a new thief's den, the moment they
see my white robes, they know who I am and why I'm there. I've never uttered a word,
because I'm here to kill; words are reserved for the sword.

Each time, I mercilessly slaughter every creature before me. I've become
like , the stench of blood seeping into my bones, an aura that no amount of washing away can erase. At that time, I truly
believed my life was over.

I've traveled far and wide, searching for the meaning and value of life, encountering many interesting characters along the way.
The one who left the deepest impression on me was a strange man with four eyebrows.

We met on a mountain path. He recognized me at a glance as Ximen Chuixue, while he lazily lay
on the ground drinking. He said his name was Lu Xiaofeng, but I only pay attention to those I intend to kill, so
I ignored him and walked away. "Ah! Do you know how to use a sword? I see you're carrying a fine sword; could I borrow it to take a look?" I
looked at him coldly, my suspicion of my sword an insult: "Look if you want, then look all you want." With that, I drew
my sword and thrust it at him. I didn't intend to hurt him, just to frighten him and teach him a
lesson . But to my utter surprise, this drunkard caught my sword blade tightly with just two fingers. This
was unbelievable to me, and it made me realize that there are always people more skilled than you.

Unexpectedly, we later became close friends. I confess that although Lu Xiaofeng was a complete
scoundrel, he was always the only friend I truly trusted.

We spent our days in blissful romance, but he had urgent business to attend to, so we parted ways in the capital.
Lu Xiaofeng 's influence on me was profound, adding a touch of friendship to my otherwise life of constant fighting. But even
his influence couldn't compare to the person I'm about to talk about: she is my second greatest love...
Xiaoxue .

Chapter Seven: Returning Home

. The place I stayed in the capital was our old home in the Ximen family. After several years of chaos, it
had become a haven for thugs. They even forcibly abducted local women to use as sex toys, and afterwards imprisoned
them in the main house to serve them.

I killed the lookout thug and walked into the main house with an air of nonchalance. The ringleader, being quite knowledgeable, recognized me
just by my white clothes. He hurriedly and humbly bound me. I ignored these despicable men
and coldly asked, "Are you ready?" The bandit leader froze, then asked, "What does Master Ximen want me to prepare?
I do it immediately." This damned bandit leader really pissed me off. I coldly replied, "Prepare to die."
The thugs immediately panicked: "Why?" I didn't want them to die without knowing why: "You've taken over the Ximen
family and raped innocent women."

The bandit leader knew he couldn't let it go easily, so he drew his longsword and thrust it at me.

Too slow. Gu Shang was drawn, and with a single move, "Double Dream," the bandit leader was finished off. This move was a modified version of "Double
Dream Meng'er. The sword intent contained my sorrow and love for Meng'er, making
the sword's momentum even more powerful and moving. These mere mountain bandits were no match for even a single move from me. In just half an hour, nearly fifty
thugs had been killed by me.

I found about twenty young girls in the woodshed, most of them half-naked. They had clearly
heard the fighting outside and were huddled in a corner in fear. To be honest, while those thugs were mediocre in martial arts,
they were quite skilled at picking women. The girls inside, while not stunning beauties, were at least of above-average looks. I
released them from their restraints: "I've killed all those thugs; you're free." I expected them to
scatter immediately, but for half an hour, there was no movement.

One of the most beautiful girls came to my side: "Thank you for your kindness in giving us a second chance. Unfortunately,
most of have lost their families to the bandits and have nowhere to go. I have no choice but to beg you to take them in."
I couldn't bear to refuse the pitiful girls, and the Ximen family needed someone to manage, so I agreed to take them in
.

Besides being young, beautiful, and having captivating figures, these girls were all skilled in the art of serving men. Covered
in blood , I was dragged into a bathhouse by four or five people. One of them had already prepared hot water and was waiting.
The three younger girls gently removed my clothes and massaged my upper body. I followed them into a
large wooden tub filled with hot water, big enough to hold seven or eight people. The two most beautiful girls also took off their clothes and
sat in the tub, one in front and one behind me.

Of the five girls, one was responsible for adding water, one for washing my hair, and one for manicuring my nails.
The two girls close to me rubbed their smooth, soft breasts against my skin. Because
I was grateful to them for rescuing them from the clutches of thugs, each of them served me extra attentively. Especially
the two who , not only rubbed their tender breasts all over my body, but also used their hands and mouths, their fragrant tongues sweeping over
every sensitive spot on my body.

Full of youthful vigor, I couldn't resist such provocation and immediately had a physical reaction. My erect penis, as hard as
a red-hot iron rod, "stood up." Seeing this, the girl in front of me hurriedly offered her lips and tongue, her warm
, moist mouth embracing me, gently sucking and licking. The girl's delicate head moved back and forth, sometimes deep throat, sometimes shallow sips.

Her tongue swept across the glans, sending waves of intense pleasure through me. I, unworthy of her attention, quickly ejaculated,
filling the girl's mouth with my semen. The girl showed no sign of discomfort, obediently swallowing
the semen .

The girl who had been trimming my nails finished her work, took off her clothes, and stepped into the bathtub to take over from
the girl who had just been giving me oral sex. Her slender, snow-white hands massaged my penis, and I quickly regained my vigor. The girl faced
me and gently held me, her hands guiding my penis straight into her honey hole. My thick penis reached
the girl 's flower core, and the girl couldn't wait to twist her waist up and down, stroking back and forth.

The girl's breasts bounced back and forth, rubbing against my firm chest muscles, while her hands tightly embraced my
neck, her fragrant tongue gently slipping into my mouth. The lust that had been building up for nearly half a year since Meng'er's death was reignited by this
captivating beauty. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her waist and thrust violently, employing
the bedroom skills I'd learned from that scoundrel Lu Xiaofeng.

The girl gasped and moaned from my vigorous thrusts, reaching a state of ecstasy in just half an hour, experiencing multiple orgasms,
proving that Lu Xiaofeng's methods were indeed effective; perhaps he could even make a living
as .

The six of us bathed in the bathhouse for over an hour, and afterwards, each of us received my attention, our legs
weak , needing mutual support to leave the bathhouse.

That evening, after dinner, I returned to my
long-lost , and spent an extremely fulfilling night. I filled the body of one of the girls, named Qiao'er
, with my white semen before embracing their warm, soft bodies and quietly falling asleep.

Chapter Eight: Snow in the Snow

, Three days after the restoration of the Ximen family, I walked alone on the streets of the capital. I remembered Lu Xiaofeng telling me
, "No matter where you are, you can find the best wine and women at the Yihong Courtyard." So I went
to the largest courtyard in the capital, my only purpose being fine wine.

The finest bamboo leaf green wine was placed on the table, and I sipped it alone, feeling an overwhelming loneliness. I thought of
the beautiful woman whose life was as fleeting as a flower, my deeply kind master, my hardworking sister, and my father who had toiled half his life.
I drank faster and faster, and soon I was too drunk to hold my liquor and collapsed on the table. In a daze, I heard a sweet female voice in
my ear: "Xiaoru, look, this young master is drunk. Please help him to my room."
Another girl beside me immediately replied, "Yes, Miss."

I don't know how much time passed before I awoke with a splitting headache. I reminded myself to never
drink recklessly again and began to look around the room. I noticed a
girl with long, flowing hair sitting in front of the screen, radiant and beautiful, a smile playing on her lips, intently playing the guzheng. The girl possessed a pure appearance,
a pitiful air, and a tall, slender figure—truly a peerless beauty, one in a thousand.

The girl noticed I was awake and spoke in a slightly husky yet magnetic voice: "Young master, are you awake
? Please come and have a cup of tea to sober up." I immediately remembered that this was the voice of
the girl .

After gathering my thoughts, I sat down in front of the young woman. "Excuse me, miss, where is this
place ?" The young woman smiled and replied, "Sir, you are still in the Yihong Courtyard. My name is Xiaoxue, and this is my
room."

A room in the Yihong Courtyard? Could this Xiaoxue be...? Just as this thought crossed my mind, I remembered that Lu Xiaofeng
had me about a famous courtesan in the capital who sold her art but not her body, named Xiaoxue. It was said that she was incomparably beautiful. I never expected
to meet her here.

"Seeing your surprised expression, sir, you must have heard of my name. You carry a sharp sword, you
must be a promising young swordsman. May I ask your name?"

I cupped my hands and said, "I wouldn't dare. I am Ximen Chuixue."

Xiaoxue looked astonished. "You're
the Ximen Chuixue who single-handedly took down nearly a hundred bandit dens across the north and south of the Yangtze River in just three months?" She then knelt down and bowed to me, saying, "It's like finding a needle in a haystack
! My benefactor, Ximen, please accept my bow."

I hurriedly rose to help her, but unfortunately, having just sobered up, my movements were somewhat clumsy. I was
tripped by a nearby table leg and fell headlong into Xiaoxue's arms. I realized I had pinned Xiaoxue to the ground, my body pressed tightly
against hers, our eyes meeting, barely inches apart.

I quickly sat up and helped Xiaoxue up. Xiaoxue blushed, but
didn't seem to care . She simply said, "Five years ago, my family incurred a huge debt, and my father was brutally beaten to death by the creditors.
For the sake of my younger siblings, I had no choice but to sell myself into a brothel. At the same time, I made a promise that whoever avenged my father would repay me with their body." Xiaoxue's father's killer was none other than Huang Renchong,
the leader of Hungry Tiger Hill, who had died a month ago at the hands of Young Master Ximen . I silently pieced together the meaning of Xiaoxue's words and roughly understood what she meant. She was implying that I had avenged her father , and therefore she wanted to repay me, and the method was to repay me with her body! Wait, repaying me with her body... does that mean she wants to sleep with me? While I was pondering this, Xiaoxue turned around and locked the wooden door behind me. She lightly undressed and walked to me, revealing her fair and beautiful figure. Her moist red lips covered mine, and her fragrant tongue intertwined with mine. Overwhelmed by lust, I gently carried Xiaoxue to the bed, stripped off my own clothes, and began to violate the beauty beneath me . I kissed every inch of Xiaoxue's alluring breasts, my tongue teasing the tender pink nipples, gently sucking. Xiaoxue clung tightly to my broad back, letting me do as I pleased. I licked Xiaoxue's moist vulva, the love juice flowing from her tight, tender opening, which I cleaned with my tongue. I aimed at the delicate pearl hidden deep within her petals, increasing the intensity of my sucking and licking. The intense pleasure caused Xiaoxue to arch her back in a throbbing motion. After ample foreplay, I finally couldn't resist and thrust my hard penis into Xiaoxue's vulva. As I firmly entered Xiaoxue's body, she bit her lip, enduring the pain of losing her virginity. I thrust in and out of Xiaoxue's tight vagina as quickly as possible. I vigorously pushed Xiaoxue to climax after climax. After several hours of intense intercourse, I filled Xiaoxue's body with my hot semen. After the passion subsided, I held Xiaoxue, exhausted and asleep in my arms, tightly. Her lower body was stained with blood, proving that despite being a brothel owner, she remained chaste and virtuous. This made me cherish her even more. Remembering how I wailed and cried when Meng'er died, I realized that love always comes unexpectedly. Before Xiaoxue woke up, I found the manager of the brothel and completed the redemption procedures for her. Then I quietly watched the beautiful woman sleeping beside me. Chapter Nine: Joy and Sorrow. I took the newly awakened Xiaoxue back to the Ximen family mansion. Xiaoxue looked around curiously, asking repeatedly, "Brother Chuixue, why did you bring me back?"

I took Xiaoxue's delicate hand and said, "From today onwards, this will be your workplace, because I have redeemed you from your
servitude."

Xiaoxue was initially surprised, then asked with some worry, "But I can't cook, and I don't know how to clean.
What kind of job would suit me?"

Seeing her amused expression, I pretended to be deep in thought, and finally, as if struck by a flash of inspiration, said, "Xiaoxue, I
've thought of a position that would suit you."

Xiaoxue quickly asked, "What is it?"

I tried hard to suppress my laughter, "It's being a mistress."

Xiaoxue immediately blushed deeply, "What does a mistress do?"

Xiaoxue's use of the word "do" finally made me laugh out loud, so I said, "Based on your performance last night, I
believe you've been 'done' well enough by me."

Xiaoxue thought for a moment and realized that I had taken advantage of her, and she playfully hit me.

For the next year, Xiaoxue and I traveled all over the country, enjoying life to the fullest. I
unexpectedly encountered Lu Xiaofeng in Xidu , and I still can't forget the astonished look on that scoundrel's face when he saw Xiaoxue. This is my wife
, Xiaoxue. I deliberately emphasized the word "wife," and although Lu Xiaofeng was disappointed, he still dragged me to a nearby restaurant,
ostensibly to belatedly attend a wedding banquet, but in reality, he was just trying to freeload off me.

We were enjoying our meal immensely when some tactless people came to disturb us.
Five strange men sitting at the next table, feigning drunkenness, approached and attempted to grope Xiaoxue. I called them strange because they were all
short, less than three feet tall, and dressed in red, yellow, blue, green, and black clothes—clearly no good.
I realized that Lu Xiaofeng had already figured out who they were, but he didn't want to tell Xiaoxue, lest he frighten her.

One of the short men, dressed in red, placed a hand on Xiaoxue's shoulder: "Beautiful lady, come drink with us."
His voice was somewhat stiff, and he didn't seem to be Han Chinese.

Before Xiaoxue could react, I coldly shouted, "Get your stinking hands off me!" My hand was already on the
hilt of my sword . Unfortunately, the dwarf ignored my warning and even tried to take Xiaoxue away.

Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared, and one of the dwarf's arms was severed by Gu Shang. The red-clad dwarf screamed in agony.
The remaining four dwarfs remained silent, forming a semi-circle around me.

The other patrons in the tavern, seeing the martial arts feud, had already scattered like birds.

Only the tavern owner remained, cowering in fear. For some reason, Xiaoxue had only smelled a faint scent of blood, yet
she had already vomited repeatedly.

The short man in green pointed at me and said, "Who are you? Do you know you've gotten yourself into trouble?"

I coldly replied, "This is my good friend Lu Xiaofeng. I am Ximen Chuixue. I'm sorry to say,
but we are not afraid of trouble; in fact, we love nothing more than causing trouble."

The five short men were stunned when they heard our names, but what surprised them most was that they
turned and left without a word. We were left standing there like geese, ready to fight at any moment. Since a fight
was out of the question, I had no choice but to step aside and check on Xiaoxue's condition.

"Are you feeling any better? Perhaps you should see a doctor?"

My concerned inquiry only drew a scolding from Xiaoxue: "It's all your fault! All you ever do is
fight !"

Just as I was wondering what to do, Lu Xiaofeng came up to me: "You idiot, don't you
know ? It seems your wife is pregnant with your Ximen Xiaoxue."

I stared at Xiaoxue's blushing face, my heart filled with the joy of becoming a father. I hugged my
beloved tightly, too excited to speak.

Since Xiaoxue was pregnant, we had to cancel the rest of our trip and head
home, taking Lu Xiaofeng with us to admire the plum blossoms. To commemorate Meng'er, the Ximen family had planted thousands of plum blossoms of all kinds in front of their house, which
is why the Ximen family later became known as the Wanmei Manor (Ten Thousand Plum Blossoms Manor).

Unfortunately, in our joyful mood, we didn't notice that we were being followed. Hanging on us from a distance was
the Five Dwarfs from the restaurant. According to Lu Xiaofeng's later account, the five men were actually the Five Poisons Children of the Five Poisons Sect in Yunnan. Although
their martial arts skills were only second- or third-rate, their poisoning and assassination techniques were terrifying to those in the martial arts world. Unfortunately, it
was too late.

We chose to rest briefly on a verdant hillside. Suddenly, a woman's scream echoed from afar.
I made the biggest mistake of my life: I shouldn't have left my pregnant wife, who knew no martial arts.
Without a word, I rushed towards the sound with Lu Xiaofeng, leaving Xiaoxue and several coachmen
behind. We used our agility to run half a mile before realizing it was a diversionary tactic by the enemy. We hurriedly
returned to the carriage.

I will never forget that scene: all the coachmen lay on the ground, the carriage was burning, and Xiaoxue
lay on the ground, her body covered in blood. To preserve her innocence, Xiaoxue chose suicide, a dagger plunged into her chest.

Hearing my call, Xiaoxue, in a moment of lucidity, gently stroked my cheek with her jade-like hand: "I'm sorry, Chuixue, in the end
I still couldn't bring our child into this world. But I was able to meet you in this short life, so it wasn't in vain
. I hope we can continue our缘分 (fate/destiny) in the next life."

As Xiaoxue spoke, her breathing became increasingly rapid. I recklessly poured my inner energy into Xiaoxue's body, but
life still quietly slipped away from her.

"It's no use, Chuixue. I've never asked you for anything. Can you grant me my last request?"

I was heartbroken: "Tell me, as long as it's within my power, I will fulfill it for you."

Xiaoxue smiled gently: "I hope you won't seek revenge for me or engage in combat for the next two years. Can you
promise that?"

How could I bear to let my beloved die without knowing it? Knowing I absolutely couldn't agree, I had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Xiaoxue said to Lu Xiaofeng with a sense of relief, "Master Lu, Chuixue is actually a very pitiful child. I hope you
can take good care of him for me." Without waiting for Lu Xiaofeng's reply, her delicate body went limp, and she left me.

I held Xiaoxue's body, calling out frantically, until I finally lost consciousness. In my dazed state, I only felt that
Lu Xiaofeng had knocked me to the ground. I slept for three whole days, and when I awoke, I had returned to Wanmei Manor. Lu Xiaofeng had already
buried Xiaoxue for me, and he was about to set off for Yunnan.

"I've seen the coachman's wounds; there's no doubt they were inflicted by the Five Poisons Sect."

I stopped Xiaofeng's actions, coldly saying, "They are mine. If you're a friend, don't interfere,"
before quietly returning to my room.

Xiaoxue's death had a profound impact on me. All my previous emotions seemed to
have vanished with her, leaving me with a final state of ruthlessness and desirelessness. At the same time, I achieved a breakthrough in swordsmanship, surpassing my limits. I finally
understood what my master meant when he said, "Only by reaching the pinnacle of emotion can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship." I reached
the Heavenly Sword realm, where nothing else mattered but the sword itself. Unfortunately, the price I paid was far too high.

Chapter Ten: Reunion

Today is the 729th day since Xiaoxue's death; tomorrow will be the second anniversary of her passing. In these two years
, I have remained secluded, facing the solitary wound on my hand day and night.

Even the deepest wounds eventually scab over, and my longing and love for Xiaoxue have gradually faded with time.
But this doesn't mean I'll forget Xiaoxue's love, for it is irreplaceable. It simply means I'll infuse my
deepest into my sword. I will use Gushang to avenge her blood feud, even if it costs me my life
.

I sincerely fasted and bathed, and in the bronze mirror's reflection, I saw my long, flowing hair
fade . Though not exactly white overnight, it had turned gray and frost-like, and I was only twenty years old.

I put on the white robes prepared for me by my maid, and changed Gushang from my back to a sword hanging at my waist for
easier drawing. Two years of secluded cultivation brought about a transformative change. I felt my essence, energy, and spirit
further connected, reaching a level countless martial arts masters dream of.

The time I promised Xiaoxue had passed. I pushed open the heavy door of my home and set off on my journey of revenge, but I
never imagined I would encounter my long-lost mentor.

In a pavilion not far down the mountain, Master sat quietly, as if he had been waiting there all along.
He beckoned to me warmly, gesturing for me to come over.
A strange feeling, like meeting a closest relative, welled up inside me, and I quickly walked to Master. Master carefully examined me; I sensed that he saw not
only the superficial changes, but also the strengthening and progress of my internal meridians.

"Chuixue, you've grown up," Master said approvingly.

"What brings you here, Master?" Even now, I still couldn't fathom Master's intentions.

"I've come to say goodbye to you."

I was stunned by my master's words: "Goodbye?"

My master nodded and continued, "That's right. Actually, before I adopted you, I had already achieved the unity of heaven and man. About a year
ago, my power advanced further and reached the realm of shattering the void. I will ascend to immortality soon, but I was worried about you,
so I came to see you. Alright, since there's still a little time, let me see your progress. Draw your sword, Snowstorm."

After my master finished speaking, he floated away lightly, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled the bamboo branch beside him into his hand, using the bamboo as a sword.

I immediately stood ready, eyes downcast, nose focused on my heart, and pointed my sword at my master, unleashing a deep, cold sword aura.
My master was not only unaffected by my aura, but his aura grew stronger and stronger. I felt as if I were facing an
insurmountable, cold mountain, so cold that my hand holding the sword trembled.

"Don't be afraid, come on!"

I took a deep breath, knowing that with my master's cultivation, all my fancy moves were useless against him. I could only
muster my courage launch a full-force attack. A layer of cold light flashed in my hand, and ten consecutive moves shot out like lightning:

One Slash in Two, Second Dream Return, Three Kingdoms,
Unpredictable , Burning Heart, Six Paths of Reincarnation, Helplessness of the Seven Emotions, Wind and Rain from All Directions, Change of Color in the Nine Heavens, and Ten Steps to Startle the Heart. My master gently drew a semicircle with the bamboo branch in his hand, "Heaven and Earth are one Tai Chi, the human body is one Tai Chi, Heaven and Earth are originally without limit , all forms are gone." He gracefully pushed my attack aside. What followed was a dense rain of sword wind pouring down, everything returned to nature. I tried my best to block my master's attack, but although I was using a sharp sword against a long bamboo, I couldn't gain the slightest advantage. I knew the only way to break through my master's defenses was to unleash the final move of the Killing Sword, the "Swordless Style." I concentrated, entering a state of selflessness, the tip of my sword, Gu Shang, floating like flowing water, pointing towards my master's sword-wielding hand. This move was meant to strike the opponent's throat, but I knew I couldn't bring myself to do such a thing to my master. Tangible and intangible thoughts made my swordplay feel sluggish, as if Gu Shang was bound by countless invisible threads. "If you only look at the leaves, you won't see the trees before you; if you only look at the trees, you won't see that you are in the forest. The mind should not be confined to one place; one should see the whole without looking at the ground, only by observing the entirety can one achieve 'Swordless Style.'" I finally understood my master's intention. All along, my heart had been filled with hatred, blinding my eyes with rage, thus limiting my progress in swordsmanship. Through my master's enlightenment, I completely awakened , and the dormant Gu Shang unleashed a dazzling sword light, regaining its free and unrestrained spirit. My mind went blank, like a clear blue sky, pure and spotless. I felt the profound harmony between heaven and man, and my longsword pierced towards its target with incredible speed . My master also gathered his energy at the tip of a bamboo stick, using the stick to clash with Gu Shang. I was knocked to the ground by the powerful recoil, and at the same time, I saw the bamboo stick in my master's hand finally shatter into pieces by my full-force strike. My master pulled me up from the ground, patted my head approvingly: "I have taught you everything I could. I am leaving now. You must take good care of yourself and not disappoint my expectations." After saying this, he drifted away, leaving without a trace. I recalled the profound kindness of my master, and my eyes filled with tears. I gently wiped them away and took a new step towards my unknown destination. Chapter Eleven: Nemesis Someone once said: "A person is born an incomplete individual, so they need to strive to find their other half in the long course of their life so that their life can be complete and fulfilling." But I believe that love is like this, and so is enmity. I knew perfectly well that my target was that damned Five Poisons Sect, so I set off straight for Yunnan. The Five Poisons Sect probably had already gotten wind of this, and successively sent five groups of subordinates to either openly attack or secretly ambush me, greeting me warmly. I was not to be outdone, and used my Lone Wound to give them a good thrashing.

After days of travel, I finally arrived in Yunnan. I believed that with just one more day, I could
storm the Five Poisons Sect's lair. Under the blazing sun, I wasn't in a hurry, so I sat down
for a short .

Just as I was enjoying the fragrance of wildflowers, a man called out to me and sat down opposite me. The man was
about thirty years old, also dressed in white, with a magnificent ancient sword in a massive sheath hanging at his waist. I looked into his
eyes ; they were filled with a dazzling sword light, revealing his unparalleled swordsmanship.

The man stared intently at me for a quarter of an hour before coldly uttering, "What a fine Ximen Chuixue,
what a peerless Lonely Sorrow sword."

Knowing he was after me, I calmly asked, "May I ask who you are?"

The man smiled coldly, "Ye Gucheng, Lord of Baiyun City, Flying Immortal Island, South China Sea. Ximen Chuixue, you have indeed lived up to my expectations of traveling
a thousand miles ."

I fully understood what this "coming for me" meant, and my hand was already on the hilt of the Lonely Sorrow sword.
Ye Gucheng unexpectedly said, "Unfortunately, it's not the right time yet. You are only a newly forged divine weapon,
lacking experience and refinement. Therefore, you are not yet qualified to receive my 'Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens.' Our battle will likely have to wait
another ten years." Ye Gucheng then turned and left, saying, "On the night of the full moon, atop the Purple Gold Peak, a sword comes from the west, 'Flying Immortal
from Beyond the Heavens ,' a duel with you, now set for ten years." His voice was already half a mile away.

I silently pondered Ye Gucheng's words, reflecting on whether my swordsmanship still had shortcomings
. I sat quietly like this all night. The morning light shone across the earth and also fell
upon . Suddenly, I felt a sense of enlightenment, understanding what my master had always wanted to teach me: "The way of the sword is
the way of humanity; only then can man and sword become one." I touched the black scabbard of the Lonely Sword, trying to feel the thoughts within the sword's heart. Man and sword became one, and
fragments of memories flowed through my mind like a tide, all recording my master's past chivalrous deeds. I
also learned many unforgettable stories of my master's past.

I straightened my body slightly, realizing that I shouldn't just be immersed in my master's past. I also had my own important
matters , the most important of which was to wipe out the Five Poisons Sect, this evil cult
. So I composed myself and headed towards the Five Poisons Sect.

Chapter Twelve: The Five Poisons Demon Queen

"Ximen Chuixue is here!" The alarming cry echoed throughout every corner of the hall. Waves of Five Poisons Cult members desperately
tried to stop me, but in the end, they all met their demise. Although the Five Poisons Cult had a large and powerful force, when I unleashed the
Eight Directions Wind and Rain technique, the tip of my sword transformed into countless raindrops that flew in all directions, striking the throats of my enemies. In an instant, a rain of swords and
blood mingled, creating a scene of extreme carnage.

I parried a sneak attack from behind and turned around, my anger flaring. Before me stood a one-armed, red-clad
dwarf, none other than the Five Poisons Child, whose arm I had severed years ago, and who had then killed my beloved wife. The red-clad dwarf arrogantly
shouted, "You have a path to heaven but choose not to take it, you have no gate to hell but choose to barge in, Ximen Chuixue, this day next year will be your death
anniversary, will anyone collect your corpse?"

I coldly replied to this damned dwarf, "Do you think you're some kind of divine hero, Yang Guo, or the One-Armed Sword
Emperor? I might as well send you on your way." With that, I intensified my swordplay, unleashing a series of rapid strikes, each step a heart-stopping move. Ten steps
, one kill; a thousand miles, no trace left. The wind blows, frost and snow fall, a sight to behold, chilling to the bone. As I took my fiftieth step,
the Five Poisons Child, who had killed my beloved wife years before, finally lay on the ground beside me, both going to the Yellow Springs.

With my enemy dead, a sudden surge of pleasure rose within me, and I silently prayed, "Little Snow, may your spirit
rest in peace ." However, I still had loose ends to settle: the Five Poisons Demon Queen, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect.

I kicked open every door, searching every corner, and finally found this
demon woman . The scene remains etched in my memory: the demon woman was completely naked, lying
on top of a girl of about fourteen or fifteen. The girl was also completely naked, and the demon woman was thrusting in and out of her tender orifice, raping this
poor young girl.

Upon closer inspection, a chill ran down my spine. The sorceress had used a
large centipede, eight or nine inches long, to rape the young girl. Its tail was trapped inside the sorceress's rotten vagina, while its head repeatedly thrust in and out of the girl's vulva
. The poor girl was already on the verge of death, the centipede gnawing at her sensitive flesh, its venom flowing into
her body, controlling her mind. Finally, the sorceress reached her climax. The centipede, along with the sorceress's foul-smelling love fluid,
crawled into the girl's vagina, causing her to die from the poison in moments.

The sorceress yawned for a long time before lazily looking at me: "You must be Ximen Chuixue. I didn't expect you to be so
handsome."

I pointed at the sorceress with a lonely, sorrowful gaze: "Is this your last words?"

The sorceress said triumphantly: "Little handsome boy, do you want to kill me? Come, I'll give you three moves, but
after three moves, you have to let me kiss you." She then giggled sweetly.

I wouldn't hold a grudge against a dying woman: "Three moves! You can't afford to back down. One move is enough to send you to your grave,
you vixen!" With that, I brandished my longsword, unleashing the ultimate killing technique, "Swordless Style."

Seeing the fierce attack closing in, the vixen finally showed a look of panic, clearly regretting underestimating my strength, and could only
retreat and dodge. Unfortunately, thanks to my master's heartfelt guidance before his departure, this technique had reached its pinnacle. The attack's
momentum subtle, both hard and soft. Unseen, yet clearly felt; unfelt, yet undeniably real.

Seeing no way to avoid it, the vixen steeled her resolve and met the attack head-on. Just as the tip of my sword was about to touch the vixen's
chest , she suddenly patted her breasts, attempting to use them to trap my blade. I roared, "
Ignorant vixen, you dare to defile my divine weapon with such vile tricks!" Driven by my inner energy, the longsword miraculously curved, avoiding the vixen
's double attack, and plunged straight into her throat. The vixen collapsed to
the ground never to rise again. The Five Poisons Sect vanished without a trace.

Chapter Thirteen: Slaying the Sun.

I blew away the last drop of blood from my sword, looked up at the roof, and said, "Lu Xiaofeng, you're done fighting, why aren't you coming
down?"

Lu Xiaofeng used a move called "Phoenix Wings Flying Together" and darted in through the window. I couldn't help but ask him, "
How long ?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and replied, "I've been here since that vixen first called you 'dear brother,' but seeing you two..."
"It's a mutual agreement, one willing to fight and the other willing to suffer, which is why I didn't come down to help."

I couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder: "They're all mine. You didn't help, so you're
a good friend. I owe you a favor. Come on, let's go have a good drink." I believe nothing is more exciting than avenging a great enemy and reuniting with a good friend,
so of course I had to have a good drink.

But I never expected that Lu Xiaofeng, who loved wine more than life itself, would pull me aside: "If you want to drink, wait a bit. I already
have something I need you to repay a favor for."

I was stunned. Seeing that Lu Xiaofeng, who always loved wine and was fond of drinking, was so serious, I knew that this must be something important
. So I said: "I've never had many friends, and unfortunately, you seem to have always been my good friend,
so whatever you ask me to do, I'll do it."

Lu Xiaofeng was overjoyed to hear this: "You really are a good friend. Now we can go have a drink."

Only after we had finished drinking and eating did Lu Xiaofeng tell me what he wanted to ask for. It turns out that the Japanese Imperial Army intended to seize our Han
Dynasty , so they dispatched 10,000 troops, who landed in Fuzhou a few days ago.

However, due to the weakness of the court and the incompetence of the soldiers, they were powerless against the invincible Japanese swords. Seeing our
beautiful land falling into the hands of the Japanese invaders, it was time for true men to defend their country.

Therefore, Lu Xiaofeng gathered 500 martial arts masters, including Hua Manlou, Mu Daoren, and the Honest Monk, as well as grandmasters and elites from various
schools , intending to launch a night raid on the Japanese. My mission was
to eliminate the Japanese commander, "Wu Bazong."

Seeing my silence, Lu Xiaofeng asked, "Is there a problem?"

I then asked Lu Xiaofeng, "How skilled is that Wu Yin Gong?"

Lu Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief: "He's Wu Bazong. It's said he's the best swordsman in Japan, his Illusionary Sun
Blade Technique is unparalleled. I know you don't like assassins who are weak, so you can rest assured."

Hearing this, I felt somewhat relieved: "Alright, I'll go with you." With that, we left the table. "When will

the moon be bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens." I stood quietly atop the mountain peak, gazing down at the countless tents below
. The largest and most luxurious one emanated a fierce, domineering aura, like a raging fire. It seemed my target
was indeed there. A bright wolf howl pierced the deathly silence—the agreed-upon signal. As I unleashed my martial arts skills
, five hundred martial arts experts simultaneously charged into the Japanese devils' positions, indulging in killing
and arson. Each of them wore a red ribbon to distinguish friend from foe.

In just a few leaps, I reached the Japanese commander's tent. The guards who tried to intercept me fled
in haste encounter. I easily entered the tent and found only two people inside. One was my
target: "Wu Bazong," and the other was someone I never expected to find here—
the bandit leader who had wiped out my Ximen family years ago. It was truly an unexpected stroke of luck. It turned out that years ago, this traitor, to escape my
pursuit , had joined the Japanese pirates, becoming their shameless collaborator. Today, it was my turn to act on behalf of heaven.

Wu Bazong slowly drew his Japanese sword from his waist, then slowly raised it above his head, assuming a high-ranking stance:
"This Kikuichimonji never kills nameless nobodies. State your name."

A master's skill is evident from the first move. This Wu Bazong was indeed a rare master; his fiery aura surged
forth, making my blood feel like it was on fire. I gently drew my Lonely Wound: "Ximen Chuixue will be
the one to kill you."

Wu Bazong took a deep breath, and his relentless sword strikes swept in like a raging tide. Not only that, but his blade
also turned crimson, radiating a piercing heat. The Illusionary Sun Sword Technique truly lived up to its reputation. Unfortunately, his sword technique
still had swept across my carotid artery, the tip of my sword
pierced his throat. Life and death hung in the balance. Wu Bazong knew that if he exerted even a little more strength, he could take me
with But all his strength seemed to drain from his body with each drop of blood, and finally, this legendary sword master met his end
on the spot.

I turned and gently blew away the blood from my sword, my eyes locking onto my enemy who was trying to turn and flee. With a single
move , Six Paths of Reincarnation, Gu Shang wove six sword circles with his sword energy, slicing the bandits to pieces, their heads severed. My great revenge was
achieved, but I felt no joy, only a silent prayer: "Sister, may your spirit rest in peace
." Then I quietly turned and left.

Subsequent victories came easily. Although we lost nearly a hundred skilled fighters, we finally
managed to wipe out the Japanese pirates. Forced into a corner, the pirates abandoned their eastward invasion and reluctantly returned the
beautiful island they had previously occupied, Diaoyutai. The event shocked the court and the entire nation, and the leaders of the various factions involved were all rewarded
by the Emperor . But I, who had personally killed the enemy leader, did not covet such empty fame and left without saying goodbye. The Emperor, left with no other choice
, issued an imperial edict bestowing upon me the title of Sword God as a reward.

This is the little-known story of me, Sword God Ximen Chuixue. In my subsequent life, perhaps
only the sacred battle with Sword Saint Ye Gucheng remained.

The Legend of the Sword God (Complete)

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