I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 16: A Sword to the White Hair

The rain started falling again.

Amidst the wildly splashing water, Jiang Baichuan lowered his arms dejectedly, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

His understanding of the sword was not deep enough, and his own cultivation level was not enough.

Therefore, when this sword was swung, it lacked the most crucial foundation.

A slight difference can make a difference of a thousand miles.

This sword indeed broke through Huangfu Qinhu's defense and broke through the opponent's Tiger Soul Sword Circle, leaving a wound.

But that's about it.

If he could have cut in just five inches more, perhaps the battle would have been over.

Jiang Baichuan was indeed just a little short of it, and similarly, this little shortness of his ability was also a huge chasm that he could hardly cross.

Huangfu Qinhu raised his hand and stroked the bloodstain on his neck. The sharp sword energy left even cut his fingers.

Tiger Soul Swordsman sighed with lingering fear.

"What a wonderful sword!"

"If you were in your prime, this sword of yours would be unbeatable under the Heavenly Rank."

"What a pity... Fortunately..."

He touched his neck and talked to himself.

When he turned to look at Jiang Baichuan again, his eyes were more solemn and murderous.

The sword 'Xiao Yao You' hollowed out Jiang Baichuan's already limited foundation. His old injuries relapsed, and new injuries were added. His master's cultivation was almost gone. Even if he was left alone, he might not survive the night.

Huangfu Qinhu pressed the tip of his sword against the neck of the old shopkeeper, who was sitting on the ground gasping for breath. "Jiang Baichuan, hand over the Fourth Chengfeng. I'm running out of patience."

Jiang Baichuan glanced at him and said nothing.

"I know you want to leave this thing to your apprentice, or to the Juyi Pavilion, but you know how hot-headed it is. If word gets out, they won't be able to keep it." Huangfu Qinhu lowered his voice and said solemnly, "Give it to me now. At least someone will take care of your affairs after you die. Don't force me to do anything too extreme."

Jiang Baichuan smiled, his eyes full of contempt: "You have already made up your mind to kill, even if I tell you, how can you let Erlang go?"

"Do you think I dare not kill you?" Huangfu Qinhu put his right hand into his bosom, holding a penis. "Do you think I'm wearing this Taoist robe for nothing?"

"True cultivation no longer exists in the world, but the legacy left by the six paths and seven sects still exists, and the Taoist methods of exorcising and raising ghosts have not been cut off. When you die, I will still have a way to capture your soul and make it into a ghost to use."

"After all, we were once from the same sect. I don't want to be too extreme. I'm telling you now. You still have a chance to enter the cycle of reincarnation."

He had indeed come here with thorough preparations.

Perhaps he knew that Jiang Baichuan was a tough nut to crack, so he had even prepared the torture methods in advance.

The old shopkeeper just laughed it off.

He almost didn't have the strength to speak anymore.

The goal has been achieved.

He had delayed long enough.

This is enough for my life.

Just as Jiang Baichuan was about to close his eyes while thinking this, he suddenly opened them again. A fresh anger burst out from his cloudy old eyes, and his old and decayed body was filled with the sound of thunder.

"——What are you doing here, you little brat?!"

In the pouring rain, a young man wearing a plain linen shirt that had been starched to a white color appeared on this extremely dangerous battlefield, holding a sword.

Stepping into this world where you can lose your life at any time.

Bai Xuan stood on the stone bridge, holding the sword in his right hand, his breathing slightly rapid. He took a glance and understood the current situation. It was obvious that the old shopkeeper had been defeated.

"Can we chat for a minute?" he asked directly, his tone calm.

The Tiger Soul Swordsman thought for a moment and nodded... at least there was still time to say a few last words.

In fact, before Jiang Baichuan spoke, Huangfu Qinhu had already noticed the young man appearing at the other end of the stone bridge.

He didn't say anything or move, simply because he felt it was unnecessary.

Because Jiang Baichuan was already disabled, and the waiter Bai Xiaoerlang was just an ordinary teenager who had not yet entered the country, so he was not a threat at all.

Instead, it was an excellent bargaining chip to persuade Jiang Baichuan to hand over the things to him.

But the next moment, Huangfu Qinhu could no longer remain calm because Bai Xuan spoke.

"I know where that thing you want is."

"If you stop now, I will take you to find it."

……

"Where's the stuff?"

Ten miles outside Su County, Huangfu Qinhu asked, "You better not be lying."

He had been following Bai Xuan all the way and had shown great patience.

Bai Xuan stopped and looked at a cemetery in front of him. He said calmly, "The thing is in the grave."

"Grave? Whose grave?"

"It was left by the shopkeeper for himself. It's an empty grave at the moment, so there's no tombstone or name."

According to the young man's memory, this tomb was indeed bought by the shopkeeper for himself many years ago.

Moreover, Bai Xuan was very sure that this tomb contained what the Tiger Soul Swordsman wanted.

Because he heard the conversation between the two.

At the same time, he also sensed the location of this thing.

The remains of the Sword Immortal are Bai Wuming's bones.

After all, it was a part of Bai Xuan himself, so he could easily detect its location when he was close to it, especially since this relic had no owner yet.

Huangfu Qinhu immediately drew his sword and split the grave, uncovering the soft soil on the top layer. He then kicked over the empty coffin, which contained only one item.

That was exactly the Sword Immortal's remains, the Fourth Riding Wind, that he had missed fifteen years ago!
"Hahahahaha! Very good, very good! It really is the remains of the Sword Immortal!"

Huangfu Qinhu laughed loudly towards the sky.

"No matter how hard you try, you still can't find it!"

"I've been looking for it for fifteen years!" "Finally, finally! I see hope!"

With this item, the ten people in the world are no longer out of reach.

Looking at the ecstatic Tiger Soul Swordsman, Bai Xuan shook his head and sighed: "I don't understand why this thing allowed the shopkeeper to hide for fifteen years and you to pursue it for fifteen years."

Huangfu Qinhu laughed and scolded in ecstasy: "What do you know? This is the remains of a genuine land immortal!"

Bai Xuan's eyes were calm: "It's just a piece of dead man's bone."

"How dare a young boy who has never entered the country talk nonsense about immortals..."

Huangfu Qinhu waved his hand, too lazy to argue with him.

After years of longing, his wish was finally fulfilled. He couldn't help but scratch his head and cheeks, overjoyed.

At this moment, he turned around and saw the young man raising his sword ten steps away.

Tiger Soul Swordsman said with both anger and amusement, "I'm not in a hurry to take action yet, are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

Bai Xuan said, "You've already found the item. Now, we have a score to settle... You've deceived me all the way here, and you've even injured the shopkeeper. Now, you've come to take this old bone. It's neither moral nor logical for me to let you leave unharmed. I must draw my sword against you once and for all."

Huangfu Qinhu was simply bewildered. "You kid, you don't have any real skills, so why are you so pretentious? If you were a Grandmaster, you'd be qualified to say these things, but where do you get the confidence to draw your sword against me?"

"I'm just stating my own truth." Bai Xuan continued, "And my truth is my sword."

Huangfu Qinhu couldn't help laughing, and then drew his sword: "Well, you really made me laugh. Now that the thing is in our hands, it's time for you and that old man to die. Don't worry, I will act quickly, and you won't feel any pain."

How much effort does it take to kill a kid who hasn't entered the country?

He didn't take it to heart at all and didn't take it seriously.

Until the next snap of the fingers.

A gentle breeze blows on my face.

In a moment, the air flow rose up with a sharp roar.

That is the wind, the wind is flowing.

It comes with great force, swiftly and violently.

call--!
The whistling wind made Huangfu Qinhu's knees feel a little heavier. He felt a pain and raised his hand to touch the side of his face. He didn't know when, there were several wounds on his ears and cheeks.

Is that a wound left by the wind?

Or is there something left in the wind?
He couldn't tell the difference, couldn't see clearly, and couldn't hear clearly.

The hearing is disrupted, there is sharp tinnitus, and the head is spinning.

Just looking up, I felt that the sky was lowering; looking down, I felt that the earth was shrinking; looking ahead, the figure that was originally ten steps away was already submerged in the wind.

A strong feeling of suffocation came over me, as if someone had put a wooden sword against my throat when I was young and learning sword. I had difficulty breathing and was sweating profusely.

"What's this……"

"What the hell is this!"

Huangfu Qinhu roared loudly, but the sound he just opened was drowned out by the endless whistling wind.

Bai Xuan was still standing ten steps away, holding the sword in both hands, with his eyes closed and concentrating.

This sword move is definitely not something that can be performed as easily as sword-controlling techniques.

It is not kendo, but a type of swordsmanship that was once hailed as the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Bai Wuming once used this sword to behead the evil dragon and cut down the demon Buddha from the clouds.

What Bai Xuan displayed was the prototype of this sword, like the incomplete reflection of the bright moon in the pool.

Even if it is just a reflection, you can still capture some of its charm.

Even if it is just a reflection, it is enough to stir up the nine heavens and turn the tide of the wind and clouds.

An invisible force stirred the sky, like a finger stirring a pond. The clouds and rain dispersed as easily as the foam on the surface of the pond, leaving behind a single bright moon hanging high in the sky. And then...

call--!
The wind roared incessantly.

It blows through Su County and Yunzhou.

The sky is blue, is it its true color?
Wild horses are like dust, and living things blow them with their breath.

Bai Xuan spoke calmly, and only his voice could clearly penetrate the storm. Huangfu Qinhu, who was unable to move ten steps away, could hear it clearly.

"Don't you want to see the immortal's swordsmanship?"

"Look carefully, don't blink..."

"This sword is called Fuyao."

As Huangfu Qinhu's gaze turned from confusion to horror, the sound of the wind briefly stopped for a second.

In the next moment, his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and tremendous pressure came down from above!

The boundless high-speed storm swept up the hundred-meter-long land in front of the sword and ravaged the ground crazily.

The huge storm was like a pale dragon, in the shape of an inverted cone, falling heavily towards the earth and straight onto the head of the Tiger Soul Swordsman.

From a distance, it looked like a sword falling from the sky.

A sword forged from pure wind!

What a murderous intention from heaven!
Such a magnificent sword move makes people lose their minds and feel dazed.

The Tiger Soul Swordsman was engulfed in the raging storm, leaving no last words behind, nor was he able to give any praise to the sword.

Bai Xuan slowly sat down and held his sword across his knees.

Drops of blood oozed out from all his orifices, and he looked extremely miserable.

The violent wind from the torrent turned into white waves that rolled past his body, blowing up the boy's clothes and hair, and his black hair quickly turned pure white in the wind.

With one sword, he soared and killed the master.

A sword turns white hair, and ten years pass.

The exhausted young man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, muttering to himself with a rare sense of satisfaction.

"Even after five hundred years, your Master Sword Master will still be your Master Sword Master..."

(End of this chapter)