Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 126 Reaching the Peak Again
Time flies. Since the "Kunlun Sword Competition" ignited the martial arts world half a year ago, countless martial arts practitioners have come to Kunlun Mountain.

Tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the foot of the mountain is teeming with people.

Those with status and position would naturally be invited to reside in the local sects and gangs and treated well.

As the date drew near, several important figures arrived.

Just a fleeting glimpse, announcing their names, was enough to spark endless discussion among onlookers.

When major forces such as Shaolin, Wudang, Kongtong, Emei, Tangmen, Dingjiazhuang, Peacock Manor, and Shenjian Manor appeared one after another, they were immediately invited by the Kunlun Sect.

Although the sword competition has not yet begun, the mere sight of these legendary figures appearing here has already excited martial artists from all directions.

The camera pans upwards.

Traveling upstream along the Yulonghash River, in the mysterious and unpredictable Kunlun Mountains, a place known for its heroes and chivalrous figures, one can now find traces of humans, as small as ants.

At this moment, the wind and snow are howling, chilling to the bone.

Yulong Peak.

This is the location of the upcoming sword duel, yet the various caves on the peak are already occupied by people.

They were freezing, their noses were bubbling with snot, and they were eating potatoes and roasting themselves by the fire, suffering so much.

Just so I can get a good spot on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Some young noblemen even paid people to occupy caves and prepare food for their humiliation.

They had bought the seats in advance from scalpers.

The town of Luoxia at the foot of the mountain is bustling and lively.

Everyone chimed in, talking about everything from righteous sects to chivalrous women and promiscuous women, then about the swordsmanship of the Sword God, the knife skills of the Blood-Clad Man, the arrogance of Yaoyue, and the heroic spirit of Yan Nantian.

Meanwhile, the storyteller displayed his extraordinary eloquence, speaking fluently and eloquently, pointing out the flaws in the world, which stirred the hearts of both the novice and the seasoned veterans, filling them with boundless pride.

There's a feeling that I can't become the second Sword God.
Why can't I conquer Yaoyue?
These unrealistic, yet somewhat childish fantasies would occasionally pop into my mind.

"This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime event, or even a once-in-several-generation event for the entire martial arts world!"

"Did you see that group of old men and women playing instruments and singing?"

"I saw it! Their vocals are quite good."

"Hmph! Blind fools! Fifty years ago, those people were all important figures who were no less than the leaders of Shaolin and Wudang!"

"Ah? How come?"

"Come on, bro, let me tell you about it."

"Hey! Big brother, just talk to me, why are you touching my hand?"

All eyes were focused on the important figure who had appeared, and people frequently looked up at the sky, gazing at Jade Dragon Peak.

That's where the pinnacle of the martial arts world truly lies.

Just then, someone outside the crowd shouted, "Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!"

The man was shouting and yelling, which annoyed many people.

With the Kunlun Sword Tournament drawing near, what could be greater than this?

"What's wrong again?"

Someone immediately replied, "I just received news that the Kunlun Sect's sword manual has been stolen!"

Upon hearing this, many martial arts practitioners were stunned into silence.

Many people even wondered if they were hallucinating.

Today, on Kunlun's home turf, ninety percent of the martial arts masters and important figures are present.

How dare someone steal the Kunlun Sect's sword manual?
"No, why?" The group of people who had regained their senses were all puzzled.

"Ren Jianshen once said that his swordsmanship is called 'Kunlun Thirteen Swords', which was created by a Kunlun ancestor."

An old-timer from the martial arts world shook his head and analyzed.

"I guess that person was planning to steal the Kunlun Sword Manual and comprehend the skills of the Sword God."

"Holy crap, that's really bold, this is the Kunlun Sect!" someone exclaimed, giving a thumbs up.

Just then, another commotion arose.

Immediately following this were the sounds of gongs, drums, and suonas.

The crowd quickly dispersed, and several Kunlun disciples dressed as Taoist priests ran over carrying a stretcher made of tree branches. On the stretcher was a person covered in more than thirty wounds, all of whom were covered in blood and were beyond dead.

"This is the consequence of trespassing in Kunlun and stealing secret manuals! Even a 'swarm' of master thieves deserves to die! They deserve to die!"

The Kunlun disciples carried the stretcher, shouting incessantly, and after circling the field once, they ran towards the Kunlun Sect.

The scene fell silent for a moment. After their initial astonishment, the people in the martial arts world shook their heads.

This group of bees were notorious womanizers in Jiangnan, possessing superb lightness skills, and even the heroes of Jiangnan had no way to deal with them.

But who would have thought that this person was out of their mind, daring to steal the sword manual from Kunlun today? He was truly ignorant of his own limitations and used his life to demonstrate what it means to "if you don't court death, you won't die."

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard.

In the distance, snow mist rose, and a group of six people galloped towards them, dressed in fine clothes, riding magnificent horses. The cold wind blew, revealing long sword sheaths. The group rode without stopping, galloping all the way to Luoxia Town before stopping.

"My goodness, these young men are all quite influential!"

"who are they?"

"That slender and delicate-looking one is 'Fragrance-Painting Swordsman' Ye Yunuan; the one who looks like a girl is 'Hundred-Step Divine Fist' Gu Renyu; and the one with the pig-kidney face is Ximen Changhai!"

"My goodness, they're all top-notch young talents!"

"That fiery red-clad girl, if I'm not mistaken, should be 'Little Fairy' Zhang Jing!"

"Huh? Where are the other two?"

As everyone was stunned, they saw the most robust knight, carrying an ancient sword, jump off his horse, lift his cloak, and gaze silently at the mountaintop.

After a long while, he said to the people behind him, "Third Sister, you can take me this far. I'll walk the rest of the way myself."

But then Zhang San Niang lifted her cloak, jumped off her horse, took his hand, and whispered, "Nantian, Jing'er and I are waiting for you to come back."

Sitting on her horse, Zhang Jing looked up at the sky, somewhat hesitant but still concerned, and said, "You, you be careful!"

Yan Nantian smiled but did not reply.

Just then, the old masters of the martial arts world, renowned figures in the martial arts community, and leaders of major sects all rushed out and excitedly greeted him.

"Hero Yan!"

That shout was incredibly loud!
In an instant, everyone's expression changed drastically. The news spread like wildfire, from one to two, from two to four, from four to eight, faster and faster than ever before.

In an instant, only three words remained echoing in my ears:

"Yan Nantian!"

The burly man in the cloak paused and turned to look.

Then, fervent gazes swept in from all directions, just like twenty years ago. Wherever they went, countless people rallied and responded.

Trapped in the Valley of Villains, he miraculously crawled out of the abyss of death.

Now, I've returned to this place.

Whether it's martial arts skills, prestige, or physical condition, he has returned to his peak!
A cold wind howled along the long street, swirling up piles of snow and ruffling Yan Nantian's long, flowing hair, his tiger-like eyes revealing a gentle smile.

He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, just as he had twenty years ago, and said proudly, "Gentlemen, it's been a long time!"

All the heroes were moved to tears, and they clasped their hands in a gesture of respect, exclaiming, "Hero Yan, what spirit! Hero Yan, what fortitude!"

Hearing the same words as twenty years ago, Yan Nantian couldn't help but put his hands on his waist and burst into laughter.

Standing to the side, Ximen Changhai looked around in shock, then at Yan Nantian, muttering, "A true man should be like this!"

Ye Yunu smiled and said, "Throughout the centuries, very few have been able to reach the status of Master Yan."

Ximen Changhai sighed and said, "Traveling with Hero Yan all the way, I can only feel that his conduct and character are truly admirable. Damn it, being a hero is really not easy."

Ye Yunuan laughed and said, "You spend all your time reading 'Water Margin Side Stories,' how can you be a knight-errant?"

"You!" Ximen Changhai's face flushed red. "Didn't you promise not to talk about this?"

Ye Yunu chuckled coldly: "You damn bastard, you're falsely accusing the pornographic book of being mine. I haven't settled accounts with you yet!"

Ximen Changhai was so angry that his nostrils flared up. He sighed, "Damn it, I made a bad choice in making friends. Ye Huixiang, I'm breaking off all ties with you!"

Yan Nantian clasped his hands in a fist salute, glanced around at the many heroes behind him, and said loudly, "Today is a big day for me, Yan Nantian. Thank you all for coming. Sword God Ren is still waiting for me at the summit. I'll be going now!"

"Master Yan, I wish you great success!"

"Cheer up! Don't embarrass yourself! Brother Yan, it's time to reclaim the title of number one in the world!"

"Haha, you go ahead, we'll be there shortly!"

Just as everyone was laughing and celebrating Yan Nantian's victory, a cold and sharp female voice suddenly rang out.

"Number one in the world? Who do you think you are, number one in the world!"

This cry, like the cry of a phoenix, shook the surrounding wind and snow, and made everyone's blood boil.

Such powerful internal strength!
Everyone was shocked and immediately looked towards the source of the shout.

But then, a white figure suddenly appeared on the Taibai Jujiu banner.

Ye Yunuan and Ximen Changhai stared wide-eyed, completely unaware of when the man in white had appeared!
Or rather, apart from Yan Nantian, no one in the entire room noticed her presence.

The person in white was like a gentle breeze, or part of the snowstorm, seemingly always there, yet also as if they had just emerged from the snowstorm.

This person was dressed in white, with white hair and a white face; he should have looked like a monster.

But in the sunlight, her face was as clear and flawless as jade, and her red lips were like flames, bringing her to life.

Like ice burning with fire, as if weightless, it gently steps on the wine flag and sways with it.

Yan Nantian glanced sideways at him: "Inviting the Moon?"

A smile appeared on Yaoyue's lips, like the sun breaking through the cold winter, which made everyone present feel much warmer.

She said slowly, "Yan Nantian, we've finally met."

(End of this chapter)