Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 274: Luoyue Villa
The sky was filled with mist and rain, the distant mountains were hazy, the green willows were drooping, the water was flowing gently, and there was no obstacle. I got off the boat rowed by the boatman, walked through the bamboo forest and the small bridge wearing a bamboo hat, and came to the quiet mountain villa.

The main door was made of wood, and on the huge stone beside the door were four sharp characters of "Luoyue Mountain Villa". Zhulang saw a doorman sitting beside the door, so he stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Please tell my little brother that Zhulang wants to see the owner of Gusu Manor."

The doorman looked at Zhulang, then looked at Wuzhan who was wearing a mask and said, "Zhulang, I have never heard of this person in the cultivation world. If he is not from a famous and upright sect, my master will not meet him. I advise you not to make trouble for yourself."

Zhulang took out the half-broken sword and said, "I'd like to trouble you to give this to the manor owner. I'm sure the manor owner will come to see us after seeing it."

The doorman took the broken sword and said disdainfully: "Everyone who comes here makes requests like you. The owner of the manor has seen many famous swords!"

Zhu Lang saw that the doorman was very arrogant, so he said solemnly: "The owner of the manor must know this thing, you don't need to say more, just go and give it to the owner."

The doorman handed the broken sword to Zhulang again and said, "My owner is not at home, please go back!"

Zhulang said: "If you continue to make trouble unreasonably, I will just force my way in."

The doorman shouted, "You dare!" As soon as he finished speaking, a white light flashed and the broken sword flew towards Zhu Lang.

Zhulang caught the broken sword with one hand. The doorman had already drawn the dagger from his waist and stabbed at Zhulang. Zhulang snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to pinch the sword tip, and with a crisp "click", he broke the dagger tip.

The doorman was shocked. He didn't expect Zhulang to be able to break the sword with his bare hands. He quickly took back the sword, stood up, and shouted, "Hurry up, someone is trying to break into the villa!"

Not long after, several figures rushed out of the door, each holding a sword to block the door. One of them shouted, "Who dares to trespass into Luoyue Villa!"

The doorman pointed at Zhulang and said, "His name is Zhulang. He insisted on seeing the owner of the manor with a broken sword. He was very arrogant. I couldn't stop him and he broke the sword. You must teach him a lesson for me!"

One of the older men said, "You can't just see our manor master whenever you want. Why don't you kneel down and apologize? Otherwise, don't even think about leaving!"

Zhu Lang didn't want to argue, he snorted coldly and said: "I won't leave until I see the owner of Gusu Manor. If you want to fight, come up and stop talking nonsense!"

When everyone heard this, they were all furious. They had never seen anyone like this coming to see the owner of the manor. The elder shouted, "Don't be so arrogant, watch out for the sword!" He leaped up like a fish, the sword shook, and several sword shadows pierced towards Wuzhan. This move was very sharp, and it was already a level of enlightenment.

Zhulang narrowed his eyes slightly, and seeing the sword shadow coming, he quickly stretched out a hand, and instantly pinched the tip of the sword with a "hum...". The sword shadow disappeared, and a long sword appeared, making a ringing sound. The man was still in the air, and with a "click...", the sword tip broke again.

If the gate boy's cultivation was low, it wouldn't be difficult for the sword to be broken, but this man's cultivation was much higher than the gate boy's, and the sword was a good sword made by the owner himself, and his moves were also famous moves, but it was also broken. "When did such a young master appear in the world?"

Seeing this, everyone rushed forward with swords drawn, and heavy sword shadows covered Zhulang. No one dared to underestimate Zhulang anymore.

Zhulang used his fingers as swords, and the sword intent poured out. Every sword light he encountered made a crisp sound. After a moment, all these people's swords were cut off by Zhulang's fingers.

Zhu Lang said coldly: "Are the swords of Luoyue Villa so useless?"

"How arrogant boy! How dare you insult our village? Let him in. I want to see if you dare to break into my Sword Burial Pool!" A powerful voice came from the courtyard.

Upon hearing this, everyone retreated to both sides of the gate and cleared the way. Zhulang clasped his fists and shouted, "Then I'll have to give it a try. If I can get through, will the owner of the manor agree to my request?"

"If you pass through the Sword Burial Pond, I will forge a fine sword for you!"

"It's a deal!" Zhulang said as he walked straight into the courtyard. What came into view was a pond. There were no flowers or rockery in the pond. There were only abandoned swords scattered around and inserted crookedly in the pond. The water in the pond was dark red and gave off a pungent fishy smell, which made people feel frightened.

"Swish, swish, swish..." Several swords inserted in the pool flew up from near to far, and "thump, thump, thump..." pierced into the huge rocks on the opposite bank. Presumably, these swords were the swords that the people in the manor stepped on when they walked. Now they have been removed and the sword formation has been activated.

"Most of the swords in this Sword Burial Pool were forged by me in the past. Some of them are impure sword energy or not strong enough. Some are famous swords that were defeated by me. They are stained with a lot of blood and have killed many innocent souls. They have been abandoned here for many years and have bred many resentful and jealous sword spirits. The swords are evil and the sword demons are manic. Young man, it is not easy to practice. I advise you not to enter the pool, otherwise your soul will remain here!" The voice came from the attic on the opposite bank, but no one was seen.

"As far as I know, only one person has ever passed through this 'Sword Burial Pool', and since then the owner of the manor has destroyed the furnace and sealed the sword, and has not been involved in practicing Taoism." Wuzhan said.

"You know quite a lot. You are wearing a mask and dare not show it to others. I guess you must be Mr. Li who has become famous recently!"

Wuzhan clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "It is indeed a junior who does not want you to stay in a secluded house for too long. What is going on in the world cannot escape your ears."

"You've come at the right time. I really want to see what a young man like you is capable of. How dare you be such a lackey for the tyrannical Qin Dynasty?"

Wuzhan said: "Thank you for your praise, senior. It seems that not everyone can be the henchman of our Great Qin. Everyone has their own aspirations. I am so young, how can I be as elegant as you, living in seclusion among the mountains and rivers, drinking tea and leisurely? If I don't do anything, what's the point of this life?"

"Well said! I am content to live in a corner, but what can you do if you are an accomplice to the evil?"

"The world is cruel and the way of Tao is unpredictable. If we don't keep doing it, how can we know what we will achieve? I have heard that what the senior says is true. If my disciple passes through this 'Sword Burial Pool', can you keep your promise and forge a famous sword for him?"

"You seem to have great confidence in your disciple!"

"If I didn't have confidence in him, I wouldn't have brought him here for advice." "Okay, if he makes it through, he can choose any of the famous swords in Luoyue Villa."

Wuzhan said: "We came here only to ask you to open a furnace and reforge a sword for him, and we don't want to take away what you love."

"What kind of sword is more valuable than my hidden sword?"

"This sword has a history of thousands of years. You will know it after seeing it, senior!" Wuzhan said and gestured to Zhulang to hand the half-broken sword to Gusu Ye to see.

Zhulang took out half of the broken sword, shook his wrist, a silver light flashed, and with a "hum..." sound, the broken sword flew towards the attic.

Gusu Ye only saw the sword light and exclaimed in admiration: "What a great sword!" He reached out and easily took the broken sword. After a long silence, he said: "This is actually the Xuanyuan Emperor Sword! Isn't this sword in Shishui's hand? How did it get here? How did this sword break? Where is the hilt?"

Wuzhan said: "Of course it was taken from Shisui's hand. It was accidentally broken by the junior during the fierce battle. The hilt is also in our hands."

"You actually defeated Shisui and broke this sword?"

Wuzhan said: "Indeed, I believe that only you in the world can reforge this sword, which is why I am so presumptuous to come here!"

"It seems that the young are indeed to be feared. Well, if you can make it through the 'Sword Burial Pool', I will reopen the furnace and reforge this emperor's sword for you. But if you can't make it, I will keep this sword!"

"Of course!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhulang flew onto the water.

The water in the pond was dark red like blood. Zhulang wanted to use his light skill "Floating on Water" to stand on the exposed hilt of the sword. However, as soon as his feet touched it, the sword suddenly shook and dodged like a fish. Zhulang's feet were empty and he fell directly into the water. Fortunately, the water level was just above his knees.

At this moment, Zhulang immediately felt a murderous aura permeating the water in the pool. Thousands of swords in the pool began to hum and tremble, as if whispering hatred and mockery.

"Young man, if you take another step forward, you will have no way to retreat. It's still not too late to retreat now!" Gusu Ye warned.

Zhulang snorted coldly and said, "What Senior Ping was able to do back then, I, Zhulang, can certainly do today!" After saying that, he took a step forward with one foot.

"Swish..." A rusty sword shot up and stabbed towards Zhulang's right rib with extraordinary speed. Zhulang didn't even blink, and with one hand, he just grabbed the sword tip. "Whoosh" the icy sword wind blew Zhulang's hat off.

The rusty sword seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand and was still struggling. "Huahua..." Three long swords flew out from the water behind Zhulang, and stabbed at the three vital points on his back with vicious and cunning movements as if they had eyes.

Zhulang wanted to dodge sideways, but found his feet getting cold. He sensed two swords stabbing at him from underwater. He shouted loudly and shook his hand. The rusty sword spun in the air. Zhulang grasped the hilt of the sword, and with a "hum", he turned and swept behind him. Three "clang clang clang" sounds were heard, and the three long swords were shaken away. Then, Zhulang pointed the tip of the sword into the water, and the whole person stood upside down. With two "puff puff" sounds, two swords shot out from under his body. Zhulang's sword shook, and a sword light flashed. There were two more sounds, and the two swords were shaken away again.

"He's quite capable!" Gusu Ye seemed caught off guard.

Zhulang's body was still falling when a cold light suddenly appeared on the water surface. Several swords shot out from the water, covering Zhulang's landing point. Even if there were more than a dozen people besieging him, it would be impossible for them to coordinate so well. What's more, these were abandoned swords with no one to drive them. These swords really had resentful spirits.

Zhulang let out a long roar, and the sword intent poured out. The rusty sword burst into light, sparks flew, and there were continuous clanging sounds. The swords that were shot at him scattered in all directions like fireworks.

"There is some shadow of Ping Qingjue in his past, but more than 20 years have passed now, and these swords are no longer the same as they were back then. Even if Ping Qingjue were here, he would be buried by the swords. It's a pity that he was trapped by love and died too early. What a pity!" Gusu Ye sighed.

Wuzhan looked at Zhulang who was surrounded by swords in the pool and asked calmly, "Senior, do you know why I was defeated by Senior Ping's sword?"

"Oh, you were not born yet, so how can you be qualified to comment on me?"

"I am just talking casually, senior, it doesn't matter if you don't want to listen."

"If you want to say it, just say it. I want to see why you can defeat Shisui!"

"I see that the moves in this sword formation include famous moves from all the major sects in the world. It is very extensive. I believe that you have put a lot of effort into this."

In those days, Gusu Ye was famous for his sword-making. People from all schools and sects came to visit him in an endless stream in order to obtain good swords, and many of them exchanged their own unique skills. Over time, Gusu Ye devoted himself to research, and learned the strengths of all schools, while also knowing their weaknesses. He often made friends with swords and was undefeated in many battles. Indeed, many of the swords discarded in the pool were defeated by his swords.

But think about it, how many people who come to ask for the sword are willing to tell him all their unique skills, and most of them keep back or change the key points, which makes Gusu Ye learn a lot but not deep, and how many people who come to ask for the sword want to dampen his spirit and make him unhappy? Gusu Ye is surrounded by flattery, how can he recognize the true face of Mount Lu? It is inevitable that he is proud and complacent, and he also set up the "Sword Burial Pool" to show off his achievements.

It was not until he met Ping Qingjue that he was defeated and humiliated. He took an ordinary sword and broke the chaotic swords in the "Sword Burial Pool". Then he cut off his sword with just one sword. The sword intent knocked him away and then he walked away.

Wuzhan changed the subject and continued, "But when fighting an enemy, victory or defeat depends on just one move. No matter how many moves you have, you can only use one. If you don't practice this move to perfection, it's useless even if you have many moves. That's why all the famous families only practice their own moves, which are evenly matched and have lasted for hundreds of years. Senior Ping's moves are simple and precise, and his sword intent is firm and pure. There are few people in the world who can block his sword. It's inevitable that you were defeated by his sword, and it doesn't tarnish your reputation."

Gusu Ye heard this, and after a long pause, he sighed, "I never thought you were so insightful at such a young age. It shows that your defeat of Shisui was no accident. If I had heard this back then, I would not have been obsessed with martial arts. But if you want me to reforge this sword, you still need to pass this hurdle!"

At this moment, Zhulang was surrounded by murderous sword shadows, with no chance to breathe or place to stand.

(End of this chapter)