Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 185 Seeing Jinghong Again
Many years have passed, and the sword servant is no longer the embarrassed young man who avenged his master. He is now white-haired, slightly hunched, and looks like an old man.

But the nameless swordsman hasn't changed at all, he's still the same... ordinary as before.

I just don't know why he is obsessed with Zongheng Tower, so the sword servant asked: "What are you looking for?"

The nameless swordsman directly stated his purpose: "I have wasted many years and have no hope of ascending to heaven, so I want to see the swordsmanship of my predecessors."

The sword servant stared at him and said, "According to the rules, you can only read books in the Zongheng Building. You cannot borrow them, and you cannot take them out."

"Sword cultivators never see bullshit rules." The nameless swordsman finally looked the old man in the eye, took a closer look, and sighed, "You actually recognized me. It's a pity I still can't remember you."

The sword servant said, "It's okay if you can't remember. It's not a big deal anyway."

How is it not a big deal?

He had guarded Zongheng Tower for so many years, even calling himself a "Sword Servant," all for the sake of finding this person. How could he say this wasn't a big deal?!
The sword servant looked normal, neither happy nor sad, and for some reason the turmoil in his heart gradually subsided.

He took his benefactor as his goal and practiced for many years. Now he has reached the Hedao realm, but at this moment he feels that his journey has been extremely ridiculous.

It turns out that the two of them were not of the same kind at all, and the fleeting glimpse on the grassland was just a chance encounter.

That quick glance made him mistakenly believe that the Sword Immortal should be someone who is far away from the hustle and bustle of the world and escapes the cause and effect of the three realms. Little did he know that the other party was actually an ordinary practitioner trapped in the pain of ascension.

The sword servant suddenly sighed and shook his head slightly. His life was really boring.

The nameless swordsman placed one hand on the worn-out long sword. The scabbard seemed to be about to rot, probably because it had been used countless times.

Just like before.

The sword servant said, "My name is Dai Wang. Like you, I am also a swordsman."

From this moment on, he was no longer anyone's sword servant.

Wuming asked, "Where is your sword?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"I need to see your sword to know if you are worthy enough to fight me."

Dai Wang: "But I haven't used a sword in many years. Looking back now, I don't even have a sword that I can use properly. It's ridiculous."

Wuming: "In that case, I allow you to leave here alive."

"Actually, many years ago, you saved my life. That was the first time I saw your sword, and I still remember it."

"Since you have done me a favor, you shouldn't stop me."

Dai Wang said, "You said that sword cultivators have no rules, but I think that sword cultivators shouldn't only care about gratitude and hatred. Moreover, I have figured out one thing now. You have saved my life, so I might as well repay you with death."

The nameless swordsman suddenly burst into laughter. "I've suddenly become interested in you. It's a pity I didn't remember you back then. Otherwise, maybe we could have a drink together."

"Forget about drinking. After I kill you, I will give you my life back."

Dai Wang's aura suddenly changed. He no longer looked old. His hair and beard were flying, and his gray clothes could not hide his elegance.

The old man raised his hand high, and without saying a word, the New Year's Eve hanging on the roof of Zongheng Building flew over by itself.

When one man and one sword touched each other, their minds connected, and the sword spirit was full of fighting spirit.

It wasn't Dai Wang's sword, but for many years, this man and this sword had both fulfilled the responsibility of guarding the Zongheng Tower, eliminating countless villains. Therefore, they were not master and servant, but they were better than master and servant.

As soon as Dai Wang picked up the New Year's Eve sword, a powerful sword aura emanated from his body. He was completely different from the time when he teased Yun Yi.

Wang Shenlai witnessed this scene, and his figure and aura were all sensed by the nameless swordsman, but he just disdained to draw his sword.

He failed to find his father in Zongheng Tower, but he saw the sword servant find his own name again, which made him excited and sad.

The old man had been searching for the way of the sword all his life, but he actually became the final enemy.

If the heavens have any intention, is it just what they want to play with the world like this?
Can it feel any fun from it?

Dai Wang finally figured it out. He had been searching for the way of swordsmanship for his entire life, and actually experiencing it in person today might be another way to fulfill his wish.

What you learn from books is always shallow. It is better to die under his sword, which will make this ridiculous life complete!
He pointed his sword at the unknown swordsman, and instantly endless sword intent flew around. These were all things he had learned from Zongheng Tower. When they were displayed at the same time, it was as if dozens of sword cultivators in the Hedao realm were attacking together.

In addition, there are seventy-two auxiliary swords accompanying New Year's Eve. Under the guidance of the sword spirit, they automatically transform into a sword formation. It is so majestic that the world is eclipsed!
The nameless swordsman's eyes lit up. He didn't expect Dai Wang to start with such a powerful sword move.

He was forced to retreat repeatedly by the sword, and finally retreated outside the Zongheng Building.

Dai Wang was guarding the Zongheng Building, which he regarded as his "home", and his attacks continued, his sword intent increasing by another point!
Seeing this, the nameless swordsman no longer underestimated his enemy. He flicked the guard of his sword with his right thumb, pushing the blade out half a foot. At the same time, he grasped the hilt with his left hand and swung the sword forward.

The sword energy was invisible, but a sword mark appeared on the ground, as if it was about to split the sky and the earth!

The ordinary swordsman swung a simple sword, which was exactly the stunning moment of that year!
Despite possessing countless sword intents, Dai Wang was unable to break this simple sword strike and was firmly suppressed. The New Year's Eve Sword Formation also collapsed at the first touch, and the seventy-two auxiliary swords shattered into debris on the ground.

But even so, Dai Wang did not retreat a single step, and blocked the gap in front of Zongheng Building, preventing the small building from being damaged in the slightest.

A hint of admiration flashed in the nameless swordsman's eyes, and he said, "What you have learned is too complex and not pure enough. It will ultimately be difficult for you to ascend."

A line of blood flowed from the corner of Dai Wang's mouth, but he smiled and said, "But I'm still alive."

Wuming was puzzled: "You just want to survive and take my sword?"

Dai Wang spat out blood. "I saw this sword many years ago. Seeing you kill a Hedao realm cultivator, this sword has become a nightmare that I can't shake off. Every time I close my eyes, I see this sword again. It's played in my mind thousands of times."

If the nameless swordsman in this world is the one who understands a fleeting glimpse best, then Dai Wang is the second one.

No one knew how many times he had repeated it in his dreams, in his heart. Initially, it was to imitate, but later, it became instinct, as the sword movement was constantly being played out before his eyes.

The nameless swordsman was puzzled: "So what?"

Dai Wang wiped the corner of his mouth and straightened his chest again, "If your stunning sword strike had the power it had back then, I would be dead by now."

"What do you mean?"

"You are not as good as you were back then. It seems that the Hedao realm is indeed a waste of time."

The nameless swordsman remained unmoved and once again drew his sword. "The power of words will do you no good."

Dai Wang was still smiling, holding the New Year's Eve in his left hand, and pinching a circle with his right thumb and index finger, as if imitating a scabbard.

Then he struck the same pose as the nameless swordsman.

(End of this chapter)