The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 405 Bu Jingyun, I'm entrusting Xiong Ba to you!
This sword energy was indeed different from ordinary sword energy.

Su Ming rose leisurely, his body radiating sword energy that condensed without dissipating, yet blending seamlessly with heaven and earth, subtly resonating with a profound mystery, perfectly natural. Only after mastering the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin did he truly understand what it meant for everything to become a sword.

At this moment, all the true energy in his body had been transformed into sword energy. While inside his body, it could protect him and heal him. When used against enemies, it was sharper than his previous sword energy and contained the energy of metal.

If he so desires, his hair, eyes, and blood can all be transformed into sword energy to fight against enemies. Reflected in his heart, one can sense the swords of defeat outside, the swords within a hundred miles, and the divine weapons.

In a sense, the Myriad Swords Return to One Realm and the Heavenly Sword Realm overlap somewhat. What the Myriad Swords Return to One Realm can do, the Heavenly Sword Realm can also do, but what the Heavenly Sword Realm can do, the Myriad Swords Return to One Realm cannot.

For Wuming, the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One skill was rather useless.

Fang stood up, and Wuming arrived. He stared at Su Ming, his eyes full of surprise, as if to exclaim, "You really have mastered it."

A martial art that requires complete retraining was mastered by the opponent in less than three days, and his aura remained unchanged, unaffected in the slightest. He truly deserves to be worthy of being a match for Xiao Sanxiao.

Su Ming nodded slightly, but his gaze was directed outside, his eyes unreadable. "Someone has arrived. Today is quite a gathering of influential figures."

Wuming released his sword intent, sensing his surroundings. He noticed a group of people approaching from several miles away and nodded. "Indeed, it's a gathering of heroes." They all knew that the "heroes" referred to here simply meant those two people.

Before long, the members of the World Society arrived.

Xiong Ba left the carriage and arrived outside the manor. Looking at the plaque that read "Baijian Manor," he couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought that even in its decline, Baijian Manor could still forge divine weapons."

"You two wait outside. Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, come inside with me!"

"Yes, sir!" the disciples of the World Society around them replied in unison.

With a flick of his cloak, Xiong Ba exuded an aura of dominance. Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng exchanged a glance and followed closely behind him.

Stepping into the manor, one is greeted by a desolate and dilapidated scene, yet one can still discern how powerful the Baijian Manor once was. In the past century, the Baijian Manor, renowned throughout the martial world for forging famous swords, has yet to produce a single divine sword. Even though they control most of the weapons business in the martial world, their reputation has still greatly declined.

Following the mysterious sword energy, he arrived at the back garden. His gaze was immediately drawn to the golden longsword stuck in the center of the garden. The ornate hilt and golden blade exuded an ominous and deathly aura, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary weapon.

It is said in the martial arts world that Xiong Ba is skilled in three areas: fist, palm, and leg techniques. In fact, how could a ruthless hero like him let anyone know his trump card? His greatest skill is not fist, palm, or leg techniques, but swordsmanship. Of course, this was before he had fully mastered the Three-Part Returning to Origin Qi.

Therefore, even after he became famous for his three unique martial arts skills, he still sought out divine weapons that could enhance his strength.

After staring at the Sword of Defeat for a long time, he finally turned his attention to Wuming and Su Ming, a middle-aged man carrying a huqin and a handsome young man in a blue robe.

He stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting to the two men, and said, "I am Xiong Ba of the World Society. May I ask your esteemed names?"

"Su Ming."

"nameless!"

At first, he didn't react when he heard those two names. However, when Xiong Ba's gaze fell on Wuming again, his eyes suddenly narrowed: "Could you be the martial arts legend Wuming?"

Wuming didn't look at him; his gaze remained fixed on Bu Jingyun. "Wuming is not worth mentioning."

Xiong Ba felt a chill run down his spine. A person's name is like a tree's shadow; the title of a martial arts legend is known to everyone in the martial arts world. He knew very well that no one in the entire World Society was a match for Wuming. If he wanted to, he could slaughter the entire World Society all by himself.

He could have done that twenty years ago.

When Nie Feng, who was behind Xiong Ba, saw Su Ming, his rosy face was full of surprise. He really didn't expect to see his senior here. Just as he was about to step out, he found that his arm was being held by Bu Jingyun. He looked at Bu Jingyun, then at Xiong Ba, and fell silent.

"If the nameless senior wishes to compete for this precious sword, Xiong Ba is willing to withdraw."

Wuming glanced at him quietly, thinking to himself, "This man is indeed a born hero, with an aura of dominance. If he hadn't fallen into demonic ways later, he might have been able to create a great career. He's an enemy of Fengyun, what can be done about it?"

Then he said, "This sword does not belong to me, I will not fight for it, you may do as you please."

Xiong Ba's face lit up with joy, and he bowed to Wuming, saying, "Thank you, senior!"

He was not yet fully proficient in the Three-Part Return to Origin Qi, and the World Society was not yet the massive force that would one day conquer the world and dominate the Central Plains. In front of Wuming, he had no confidence and naturally knew what it meant to be humble and polite.

Immediately, he looked at Su Ming, a thought flashing through his mind, and he decided to recruit him. "Are you a swordsmith? My World Society is willing to hire you as our number one swordsmith. Gold, silver, treasures, beautiful women, and mansions—whatever you want, the World Society can give you!"

Su Ming wore a half-smile. "Is that so? The World Society can give me anything I want?"

He was very curious about what Xiong Ba's expression would be if he knew that the sword strike from the World Society was his.

"If the World Society can do it, please just ask." Here, Xiong Ba played a trick, mentioning the World Society instead of himself, Xiong Ba.

"How about I take care of the two children behind you?"

Xiong Ba frowned, anger rising in his heart. "They are disciples of the World Society, and even more so, my personal disciples. Please change your terms."

Just then, footsteps sounded outside. Su Ming said jokingly, "It seems that today, you, Chief Xiong, are not the only one who wants this sword."

……

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Japan, the backyard of the Miyamoto family.

The scene was desolate. Flowers, trees, birds, and beasts were almost nowhere to be seen; this was the place where Dugu Jian and his wife had secluded themselves for cultivation.

Surprisingly, in the very center of this vast wasteland, only a simple, small stone house stands alone.

The wind kept blowing, and the stone house, under the incessant sound of the wind, resembled an old man who had struggled tenaciously all his life but was now old and frail.

However, within this desolate and lifeless atmosphere, one could vaguely see streaks of sword energy reaching the heavens and the earth. Those with keen insight could count them; there were a total of twenty-two such sword energies, seemingly permeating this forgotten corner of the world and extinguishing all life.

Within the sword energy, there was only boundless desolation and eternal bleakness!

Behind this desolation and barrenness, however, lies a vibrant vitality.

At the same time, an aged voice echoed from inside the hut, "Sword Twenty-Three, I have finally comprehended it!"

As the words fell, countless sword energies exploded, and the small house shattered, revealing a burly figure in white robes and white hair inside. The extreme sword energy exuded a chilling aura, like the most terrifying thing in the world, leaving a deathly silence in its wake.

However, as Dugu Jiansheng opened his eyes, all the sword energy vanished in an instant.

Before long, an old woman appeared before him, her eyes gentle and full of concern. "Sword, is this the Sword Twenty-Three you spoke of?" She was Dugu Jian's wife, Miyamoto Xue Ling. She was also one of the founders of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, and the "Ling" in the name of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique originated from her. Dugu Jian found her after returning to Japan, and the couple reconciled. With her help, Dugu Jian regained his past memories and restored his feelings for her.

After that, the couple devoted themselves to researching the new Holy Spirit Sword Technique, returning to the Sword of Compassion. The Holy Spirit Sword Technique's Sword Nineteen and Sword Twenty-Two had become the Sword of Compassion, and the next step was Sword Twenty-Three.

The couple reunited, their feelings returned, and the astonishing sword intent Su Ming displayed in his battle against Xiao Sanxiao on the shores of the East China Sea gave the Sword Saint both immense motivation and pressure. Under these circumstances, he finally comprehended his own Sword Twenty-Three.

This sword is named the Twenty-Third Sword of the Sentimental World. It can be drawn and drawn freely, and contains the essence of his life's swordsmanship.

He sheathed his sword intent and said with a smile, "Xue Ling, my sword is complete. It's time for us to return to the Central Plains."

Miyamoto Yukure also smiled broadly, "Okay, let's go back together."

……

Wushuang City is located in Yuzhou, and Xiawang Mansion is also located in Yuzhou, in the area of ​​Luoyang.

The Xia Wang Mansion now occupies a large area in Luoyang City; in fact, it can be said that a quarter of Luoyang's land belongs to the Xia Wang Mansion.

Today, an uninvited guest arrived at the Prince of Heroes' Mansion.

The Prince Xia's Mansion was magnificent and grand in its decorations. The servants standing outside the gate all exuded a sharp and cold aura, but their expressions changed when someone came to the door.

"Stop, who are you?"

The man wore a bamboo hat, obscuring his face, and spoke in an aged voice, "This old man has business with the Hero King; please inform him!"

The servant at the gate, seeing that the man was hiding and dressed rather plainly, immediately became disdainful and said impatiently, "Do you think you can just walk into the Prince of Heroes' Mansion? Leave at once, or don't blame me for being impolite."

The questioning voice abruptly stopped as soon as it was uttered. Under the bamboo hat, a pair of calm, lifeless eyes looked over, sharp as arrows and lightning. The gatekeepers froze on the spot, speechless.

What kind of eyes are these? They are like gods and demons, like humans and ghosts. With just one glance, they are trapped in endless illusions.

It wasn't until much later that the servants came to their senses, panting heavily, sweating profusely.

There are such masters in the world who can terrify them with just a glance?

"Quickly inform the King of Heroes, a master has arrived!"

The newcomer had already entered the Hero King's Mansion and was talking to Lü Yi, the heir of the Hero King's Mansion, saying, "I want the Ice Soul!"

The moment he opened his mouth, Lu Yi's eyes widened in fear as he felt an indescribable pressure, and his body involuntarily bent over.

Ice Soul is the heirloom of the Hero King's Mansion, passed down through generations. How could it be given away so easily? However, he could sense that if he did not agree today, he would die, and he had no power to resist at all.

Faced with death, he had no choice but to yield.

"If senior wants it, junior is willing to offer it!" Lü Yi stammered, knowing that now was the time to compromise and he had to lower his attitude.

Before long, Lü Yi came out of the house carrying a brocade box and respectfully presented it with both hands.

Without any movement, the box opened by itself, revealing its contents: a stone, a crystal-clear white stone that exuded a serene aura, clearly not an ordinary object.

This item is the Ice Soul, one of the four divine stones in the world.

The newcomer flicked his sleeve, and the box and gemstones vanished. "I'll take this. What do you want?"

Lu Yi dared not raise his head and said tremblingly, "This junior wants nothing, I only ask that you leave your name, senior."

Beneath the bamboo hat, an aged face was revealed. "I am Xiao Sanxiao. This item is a rare treasure of the world. It will bring you more trouble than good if your Xiawang Mansion holds it. Sooner or later you will be implicated. If I take it away, I can save you from disaster. If anyone comes in the future, just mention my name."

Lu Yi's mind went blank. He had never heard of this name before, but he still bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, senior."

However, Xiao Sanxiao remained silent for a long time. After waiting for a while, he cautiously raised his head, only to find that the person had already left. He immediately collapsed to the ground, speechless for a long time.

……

A group of people barged in, not even glancing at the three people present. Their eyes were immediately drawn to the sword, and they exclaimed in surprise, "It really is the Sword of Defeat! It's exactly the same as the record left by the Ao family's ancestor!"

Among the crowd, a pale-faced middle-aged man walked over, supported by a beautiful woman beside him. "Thank you all for finding the Sword of Destruction for my Ao family. I am Ao Xin, the current head of the Ao family, and I am deeply grateful."

Su Ming's gaze shifted from Xiong Ba. Was this the current head of the Baijian Manor? In the original story, when Feng Tou appeared from the Tianxia Society, he should have already died.

He then glanced at the woman beside him. This must be the famous Lady Ao. With such a figure and appearance, no wonder the Sword Demon was infatuated with her.

Su Ming pulled the Sword of Defeat from the ground and stepped forward. “This sword originally belonged to your Ao family. It should be returned to its rightful owner. In the future, it will be forged into a precious sword and then a new owner will be found. I have already found the sword spirit of the Sword of Defeat. You have not yet forged a peerless sword. With the return of the Sword of Defeat, you may be able to combine the two swords.”

Ao Xin walked up to Su Ming and bowed to him solemnly. "It seems that you know the legend of the Sword of Defeat. This sword was forged by my Ao family ancestor a hundred years ago. However, the sword was too fierce and killed nine swordsmiths in a row. My ancestor died of depression because of this, and the Sword of Defeat was sealed in this place. My Ao family had to move away and suffered great losses."

"We are extremely grateful for your willingness to return the sword. Please do not hesitate to ask us if you ever need our help in the future."

At this moment, Xiong Ba couldn't hold back any longer and directly interrupted the topic, "This sword has already been forged, why bother reforging it? Why not find it a new master? I, Xiong Ba of the World Society, am in dire need of a fine sword. I wonder if Master Ao would be willing to part with it?"

Ao Xin then noticed Xiong Ba, paused for a moment, and firmly refused, "It's not that I'm unwilling to part with it, but this sword is incomplete. My Sword Worship Manor is a family of sword forgers; how can we leave behind an incomplete work? A divine sword is flawed, and it should be made complete. Otherwise, the reputation of my Sword Worship Manor will be ruined. I hope Chief Xiong will forgive me!"

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for my defeat!"

With the sword before him, if Wuming hadn't been there, he would have already lost his temper. But now another group of people had arrived, saying they wanted to take the sword back to reforge it. How could he tolerate that? He immediately grabbed it, his powerful force swift and unpredictable.

Upon making a move, Ao Xin and the others were shocked. They disregarded everything else and raised their swords to stab, but were repelled by Xiong Ba's protective true energy and fell to the ground.

Just as they were watching this unfold, Xiong Ba's hand was suddenly grabbed, and he froze, unable to control himself. "Chief Xiong wants the sword, but he hasn't even asked me yet."

"Since you are unwilling to hand over Fengyun, then you shall exchange your life for it."

The calm voice accompanied the freezing of ice. Frosty aura emanated from Xiong Ba's body, then condensed into ice. A moment later, he was completely encased in ice.

"Bu Jingyun, Xiong Ba is now in your hands!"

(End of this chapter)