The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 407 The Nameless One Takes on Another Disciple; The Request from the Sword Worship Manor

Xiong Ba stared intently at Bu Jingyun, his eyes gradually darkening until they became lifeless.

The dignified leader of the World Alliance, a peerless hero destined to conquer the Central Plains, met his end ten years prematurely at the hands of Feng Yun, fulfilling his destiny.

"Boom!"

High in the sky, dark clouds suddenly gathered, thunder roared, and white lightning ripped across the horizon, as if the heavens were roaring in anger. The sky darkened, and there were faint traces of blood in the clouds, foreshadowing misfortune.

Bu Jingyun drew the Sword of Defeat. Instead of dripping blood, drops of blood were absorbed by the golden blade, making the once magnificent sword appear eerily sinister. His expressionless and indifferent face was reflected on the blade.

Wuming reached out and beckoned. The divine sword in his hand trembled. Controlled by the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword, it broke free from Bu Jingyun's grasp and fell into Wuming's hand. The Sword of Defeat was unruly, and gray sword energy surged from its blade. Unwilling to be controlled by others, it wanted to turn against the person who held the sword.

As soon as the sword energy appeared, a sword beam shot out from Wuming's eyes and landed directly on the golden sword. In an instant, the sword energy of the Defeat Sword dissipated, and the entire sword became dull and lost its dazzling light.

Seeing this, Ao Xin hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Senior, this sword?"

The nameless man planted the sword in the ground and explained, "Don't worry, it's only temporarily sealed. The sword's spirit has not yet merged with the sword body, and it is very easy for it to backfire on its master. Don't act rashly."

Ao Xin stared longingly at the defeated sword, wanting to speak but not daring to, and said awkwardly, "I will keep your teachings in mind, senior. After it is reforged, I will definitely not let this sword turn against its master again."

Wuming nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Bu Jingyun once again.

With the Sword of Defeat snatched away, Bu Jingyun stood there stunned, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. With the sword in his hand, he felt better than ever before, the powerful force captivating him.

Su Ming also sized him up, while Bu Jingyun remained standing in place, not in a hurry to retrieve the sword. Su Ming nodded inwardly, thinking that Bu Jingyun was indeed worthy of being called the Uncrying God of Death. Such a calm and composed temperament would eventually lead to success for anyone else who focused on one thing.

Of the group, only Nie Feng stared blankly at the scene before him. He couldn't understand how his master, who had brought them out for a while, had suddenly become Senior Brother Yun's father's killer and had even been killed by Senior Brother Yun.

After Nie Renwang was dragged into Lingyun Cave, Xiong Ba adopted him and took him as his disciple, allowing him to spend a peaceful period of time. Under Xiong Ba's special care and influence, Nie Feng truly regarded him as his mentor.

At this moment, Xiong Ba died, and Nie Feng was filled with grief. Tears streamed down her delicate face. She silently walked forward, knelt down in front of Xiong Ba, and wiped the bloodstains from his face.

Wuming walked up to Bu Jingyun, looked down at him, and asked, "Bu Jingyun, you've avenged the Huo family manor. What are your plans now?"

Bu Jingyun said coldly, “No, it’s not all over yet. There were also people from the World Society who attacked the Huo family back then. I remember their faces. I will not let any of them go!”

Upon hearing this, the Ao Xin couple beside him showed expressions of astonishment. This child was so vengeful; he had such a ruthless nature. They didn't know the details of what happened back then, but it was truly astonishing that Bu Jingyun, at such a young age, could witness his family being slaughtered and still remember each of his enemies.

Nameless was not surprised. In the past, he would have thought that the boy was too violent and would be a scourge to the martial world sooner or later. But after reading the Heavenly Cry Scripture, he understood that Bu Jingyun was born to be this kind of person. The next god of the Bu Clan was no ordinary person.

Even though he disliked such people before, he still took them as disciples and taught them the mysterious sword technique in the future, which speaks volumes.

Therefore, he was exceptionally tolerant and patient with Bu Jingyun in his current state. "Alright, what do you plan to do after you've taken your revenge?"

Faced with this question, Bu Jingyun's slightly immature face showed a rare hint of confusion. He was still young and had never thought about these things. What supported him now was the hatred hidden in his heart, and he would continue to do so in the future.

In the end, he chose to remain silent.

Wuming looked at the boy with pity. He knew that the boy's future path would be even more difficult. The title of martial arts legend was not easy to wear. He knew what it was like to lose a loved one and did not want Bu Jingyun to follow in his footsteps. He wanted to lead him away from evil and onto the righteous path. So he said in a deep voice, "Bu Jingyun, would you be willing to become my disciple?"

Bu Jingyun raised his head, his eyes showing a rare look of shock. Back then, he wanted to become Wuming's disciple, but Wuming refused to accept him. Why was Wuming now taking the initiative to accept him as a disciple?
Looking at the scene before him, Su Ming smiled. The fate between Wuming and Bu Jingyun was already destined. Now, everything has come ahead of time. Xiong Ba died at Fengyun's hands ahead of time, and Wuming took Bu Jingyun as his disciple ahead of time. In the future, when Bu Jingyun debuts again, his name will no longer be the Uncrying God of Death.

As everyone fell silent, only Nie Feng's sobs continued.

Su Ming stepped forward, bent down and said to Nie Feng, "Nie Feng, your father is not dead yet. Shall I take you to find him?"

In an instant, Nie Feng's sobs stopped abruptly. He abruptly raised his head and looked at Su Ming, his tearful eyes revealing a look of surprise and joy. "Senior, is what you said true? My father is still alive?"

"Of course it's true. Your father didn't die, and neither did Duan Lang's father."

Upon hearing this, the sorrow on Nie Feng's face vanished. He wiped away his tears and stood up. "It's so good that our father is still alive. I wonder how he is now."

The boy's emotions came and went quickly. Upon learning of his father Nie Renwang's whereabouts, he temporarily forgot about Xiong Ba. "Don't worry, he's still in Leshan. As long as you go, you'll be able to see him."

Nie Feng quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Su Ming, "Senior, I'll go with you. I need to find my father."

"it is good."

……

On the East China Sea, the waves surged, and a large ship, braving the wind and waves, gradually approached the shore.

On the boat, two figures nestled together. Miyamoto Yukure gazed at the distant coastline and softly asked, "Sword, is the Central Plains just ahead?"

“Yes, the Central Plains are just ahead. Once we enter the Central Plains, Wushuang City will be not far away. Once we reach Wushuang City, everything will be fine.” Dugu Sword Saint stroked his wife’s hair, a glint of sword light flashing in his eyes.

After regaining his seven emotions, Dugu Jiansheng's heart was no longer solely focused on the pursuit of swordsmanship, but could also accommodate other things. In his heart, besides the swordsmanship and his wife Miyamoto Yukiryu, Wushuang City also held great weight.

In recent years, he had secluded himself to practice his swordsmanship, detached from worldly affairs. The prestige of Wushuang City had greatly declined, not to mention that the current city lord, Dugu Yifang, was a fraud. He was fully aware of these things, but before, his heart was only focused on the sword path, leaving no room for anything else, so he chose to ignore them. This time, besides returning to fight Wuming and the others again, he also wanted to reorganize Wushuang City, restore its former glory, and rectify its ways. The current Sword Saint Dugu was much more humane than before; he was quite different.

My level of attainment?

Suddenly, the Sword Saint sensed a change in his own sword realm, and his expression changed.

Noticing her husband's change, Miyamoto Yukure asked with concern, "Ken, what's wrong?"

The Sword Saint released his wife, stroked his beard, and gazed at her face with affection. "I used to think that mundane matters and external things would interfere with sword practice, and that the way of the sword should be nothing but the sword. But I never expected that after rekindling our feelings, I would rarely practice the sword anymore. The deeper my own emotions changed, the more I felt them, and the higher my level of sword practice would be."

"So, the difference between a sword with feelings and a sword without feelings is so great. No wonder Nameless and he both said that my sword is incomplete."

Miyamoto Yukiryu looked up at Dugu Jian, her eyes filled with his reflection. After waiting for decades, she finally got to see him again. This time, the two reconciled and even innovated the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, transforming it into a sword imbued with emotion. The entire sword technique was now coherent and unified, with sword one to sword twenty-three following a clear path, no longer fragmented.

Furthermore, in addition to creating their own sword techniques, they also created a combined sword technique. Only when the two of them are in perfect harmony and their emotions are intertwined can this sword technique unleash its full power.

When the couple returned to the Central Plains, they also brought with them the Heavenly Sword they had forged in the past. Together with the Peerless Sword, the two swords could be called "Peerless Under Heaven".

The Sword Saint Dugu continued, "The Central Plains are a land of hidden talents. Although I have mastered Sword Twenty-Three, I still cannot underestimate the other swordsmen of the Central Plains. Since my return, another famous sword has been born in the Central Plains. My lady, I have a premonition that more divine swords will be born in the future. The Peerless Sword is in harmony with my will, but there is a nick in its blade. Sword Twenty-Three is too powerful; if used too much, it will damage the Peerless Sword's spirit. This time, I intend to reforge two swords. What do you think?"

Miyamoto Yukure's smile remained gentle as she looked at him with affection. "Sword, I'll do whatever you say."

……

Baijian Manor.

Faced with Wuming's offer to take him as a disciple, Bu Jingyun fell silent. Xiong Ba was dead, his greatest enemy was gone, and no one could stop him from taking revenge. But what should he do after he had his revenge?

At this moment, Bu Jingyun could not find any meaning in his existence and fell into confusion.

Seeing that he remained silent, Wuming was not angry. Instead, he said, "Bu Jingyun, you lost your father at a young age, and then your whole family perished, leaving you all alone to survive. In the past, your heart was filled with hatred, and you did not understand the meaning of life."

"There are many beautiful things in life, and hatred is only a part of it. I can teach you slowly. Now, would you like to become my disciple?"

What is the meaning of life?
Upon hearing this word, Bu Jingyun was stunned once again. He had never thought about these things before, because his purpose in life was revenge. But now, after he killed those people and avenged his great grudge, what should he do?
Without enemies, Bu Jingyun had no peace of mind. Even in the original story, it was hatred that pushed Bu Jingyun forward until Xiong Ba died. His brotherhood with Nie Feng also dragged him into the mess. In the end, he turned from evil to good and became a martial arts legend admired by everyone in the martial arts world, rather than the so-called "Uncrying God of Death".

A moment later, without saying a word, Bu Jingyun knelt down with a thud and coldly called out, "Master!"

Wuming smiled and helped him up. "Alright, from now on you are my disciple."

Seeing Bu Jingyun accept him as his disciple on the spot, Ao Xin's face stiffened, and she could only awkwardly step forward and say, "Congratulations, senior, on taking on such a fine disciple."

Nameless glanced at him and knew his intentions. "Don't worry, I won't take this Sword of Defeat with me." After saying that, he said to Bu Jingyun, "Your current power is not enough to control this sword. If you keep using it, you will be controlled by the sword spirit and become a sword slave."

Bu Jingyun understood that Wuming meant well for him, and readily agreed, "This disciple understands."

Ao Xin breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Bu Jingyun, his face turning bitter again. Another fine sword master gone. Just now, he suddenly had an idea: since Bu Jingyun was the master of the Sword of Defeat, perhaps when they arrived at the Sword Worship Manor, the Peerless Sword would also sense something from him.

Both swords recognized him as their master, and his presence would aid in the forging of the swords.

Wuming noticed his expression and immediately asked, "Master Ao, you look troubled. Is there something you want to say?"

Ao Xin spoke up somewhat embarrassedly, “Senior, there is another peerless sword in my Sword Worship Manor. This sword and the Sword of Defeat were originally one, but they were separated due to unforeseen circumstances. This sword has a spirit, but it is too ferocious. I would like to ask this young brother to come back with me so that we can reforge the Sword of Defeat and recast the two swords.”

However, as he spoke, he became more and more excited, “In this way, the newly forged sword will be more powerful, and you will be able to connect with the sword in spirit, making it easier for you to reach the state of oneness with the sword in the future.”

Su Ming, who was standing next to Nie Feng, smiled upon hearing this. It was true that Ao Xin wanted to forge a sword, but in reality, it was also for the sake of Baijian Villa. Over the years, Baijian Villa had not forged a single famous sword, but its vast estate had attracted many petty villains.

His health doesn't look good. If something happens to him, Baijian Manor will be left with only a widow and her children, making it difficult to maintain its foundation. But if he gets involved with Wuming's disciple, things will be different.

With Wuming's disciple here, would Wuming sit idly by and do nothing about what's happening at Baijian Villa?
Not to mention, the peerless sword in Baijian Manor will be his apprentice's sword in the future. Of course, this is only natural. Baijian Manor forges famous swords and gives them to swordsmen in the martial arts world, leaving behind a lot of connections. This is also the foundation of Baijian Manor's existence.

Wuming naturally wouldn't object to such a request and readily agreed, "Okay, I promise you."

At this moment, Su Ming pointed at the Sword of Defeat and said, "Master Ao, you can take this sword with you."

Ao Xin bowed deeply to Su Ming and said sincerely, "Thank you, sir. If there is anything we can do to help Baijian Manor in the future, we will do our best. As long as you bring this item to our door, everyone in Baijian Manor will be at your service."

As he spoke, he pulled the jade pendant from his waist and presented it with both hands.

Without a second thought, Su Ming took the jade pendant. Unlike ordinary jade pendants, this one was entirely crimson, crystal clear, and had a sword mark clearly engraved on it.

He wasn't surprised by Ao Xin's words. Once the divine sword was forged, it would mean that Baijian Villa would regain its prestige and return to the top of the martial arts world. Faced with the rise and fall of his family, he naturally couldn't help but feel excited.

"I have remembered what Master Ao said."

(End of this chapter)