My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

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Lu Yang was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly remembered the sword that the immortal master had given him, and suddenly understood something, so he stopped asking questions.

Indeed, the immortal master is so insightful, how could there be any oversight?

The games are still going on.

The children were still playing ring toss, the elderly were still playing chess, and people were chatting by the tea stall.

They didn't know what was happening at the village gate; all they knew was that the grand ceremony was still going on, and life had to go on.

The clan elder stood at the entrance of the ginseng temple, holding the sword in his hand.

He heard the commotion at the village gate and saw people running this way, but he didn't know what had happened.

He gripped the sword tightly, the hilt pressed against his palm, warm as if encouraging him.

He neither ran nor hid.

He stood there, with a temple behind him, a ginseng deity inside, and behind the ginseng deity were the incense offerings of generations of ginseng-collecting villagers.

He won't run away.

Moreover, with the protection given to him by the immortal master, he was even less likely to run away.

Xiong Lie entered the village.

He walked through the village gate and along the bluestone path.

He walked slowly, taking each step steadily.

Soon, he saw a crowded scene not far away, which looked quite lively. He smiled and continued walking in that direction.

In his view, there was no longer any threat here, so he would naturally become more and more unrestrained.

After all, if Lin Wusheng were truly alive, or if the swordsman from before were still able to make a move, he would already be standing right in front of him.

His gaze swept over the children still playing, the elderly still playing chess, and the tea drinkers still chatting, as if he were looking at a group of people who had nothing to do with him.

He didn't care about these people; what he cared about was that 500-year-old ginseng.

He took a few steps and then suddenly stopped.

A man stood on the road, with white hair, hunched over, dressed in gray cloth, and holding a sword in his hand.

The sword was a deep blue, gleaming in the sunlight.

He didn't recognize the sword.

But the aura emanating from the sword made him very uncomfortable.

It wasn't fear, but vigilance, like walking in a forest and suddenly discovering a ferocious beast staring at you.

It knows you're there, but you don't know where it is.

The clan elder stood in the middle of the road, looking at Xiong Lie. He raised the sword in his hand, the tip pointing at Xiong Lie.

His hands were trembling, but his voice was steady.

"stop."

Xiong Lie looked at him, his gaze shifting from the wrinkled face to the sword.

He frowned slightly.

His aura was always on, the aura of a Martial Saint, which even a Blood Exchange Realm martial artist couldn't withstand. This old man had no cultivation, so he should have collapsed long ago.

But he didn't.

He stood there, his back hunched, but his legs were straight and his hands were steady.

The sword was glowing, its blue light swirling and enveloping him completely.

The oppressive aura was blocked outside and couldn't get in.

Xiong Lie's brows furrowed even more.

The sword doesn't carry the qi cultivated by martial artists, nor the qi refined by cultivators; it carries something else entirely—purer, more ancient, and more dangerous.

He felt a little uneasy, but he didn't back down.

He is a martial saint, and there is no one in the Hundred Thousand Mountains who can make him retreat.

He took a step forward.

The clan elders did not retire.

He gripped his sword, watching the person getting closer and closer.

His hands were trembling, and his heart was trembling too.

Even knowing that it was given by a celestial master, his body still couldn't help but react to the stress.

He remembered what Lü Yang had said: "If anything happens later, just say 'Baby, please help.'"

He didn't know what use those five words were, but he trusted the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest wouldn't lend him the sword for no reason, nor would he make him say those words for no reason.

He raised his sword even higher and took a deep breath.

"Please help, my darling."

His voice wasn't loud, but he pronounced every word clearly.

A gust of wind blew from the alley, ruffling his white hair.

The sword trembled slightly. Not just a shudder, but a resonance.

Something within the sword was awakened, like a person who has been asleep for a long time suddenly hearing someone calling him.

Xiong Lie's heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't that he wanted to jump; his body was jumping on its own.

His sixth sense was warning him that something was coming and it was dangerous.

He didn't know what it was, but he trusted his sixth sense.

This feeling saved his life, more than once.

He stopped abruptly, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and his internal energy surged wildly.

The Martial Saint unleashed his full power, and a faint light enveloped his body.

That was his protective aura, which he had never activated at such full power before.

Then he saw a light.

The light emanating from the sword was not sword energy, nor sword radiance, but light itself.

It was so bright that he couldn't see anything.

He heard a soft "hiss" sound, like a needle piercing paper.

Then he felt something pass through his head.

It doesn't hurt, it just feels cold.

The light dimmed.

Xiong Lie stood there, his eyes still open and his mouth still agape, but his pupils had already dilated.

There was a tiny red dot between his eyebrows, so small that it was almost invisible.

He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"

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He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"

Blood seeped from that red spot, one drop, two drops, flowing down the bridge of the nose, past the tip of the nose, dripping onto the ground, and pooling in the cracks of the bluestone slab.

He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"

He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"

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He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"

Blood seeped from that red spot, one drop, two drops, flowing down the bridge of the nose, past the tip of the nose, dripping onto the ground, and pooling in the cracks of the bluestone slab.

He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"

He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"

He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"

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He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"

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Blood seeped from that red spot, one drop, two drops, flowing down the bridge of the nose, past the tip of the nose, dripping onto the ground, and pooling in the cracks of the bluestone slab.

He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"

He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"

He tried to raise his hand to touch the red dot, but he couldn't lift his hand; his body wouldn't obey him.

His knees bent, and his body leaned forward, like a mountain collapsing.

He fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The knife slid from his waist, clattered twice on the ground, and stopped.

The rhinoceros armor was still on him, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, just as before.

But he died.

The clan elder stood there, gripping his sword, staring at the corpse on the ground.

His hands were still trembling, and his heart was still pounding.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The blue light on the blade was still there, but it wasn't as bright as before; it was warm, as if it were breathing.

Zhao Tieshan got up from the village gate and staggered over. He saw the corpse on the ground, the red dot between the corpse's eyebrows, the black iron knife that had fallen to the ground, and the dark rhinoceros armor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the clan elder.

The elder stood there, his white hair blown about by the wind, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was azure and gleamed in the sunlight.

In the center of the village, the elder put away his sword, squatted down, picked up the black iron knife, and then took the rhinoceros armor off the corpse, folded it neatly, and placed it by the roadside.

His hands stopped shaking when he did these things.

Zhao Tieshan and his men quickly came over to help.

"Elder, does this sword seem to be the same one Young Master Lü used yesterday?"

The clan elder nodded.

"Just a short while ago, Young Master Lü presented this sword to me. It was sent to me by the Immortal Master."

"I was a little confused before about what this was for, but now it seems the Immortal Master was truly prescient!"