From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

"Southern Dipper..."

Po Jun subconsciously clenched his own "Po Jun" token in his sleeve, a look of disbelief and astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Under the Star Lord's command? Meng Fei... this "Evil Swordsman" who just displayed astonishing swordsmanship on the Fengchan Platform, killing Yu Canghai and engaging in a fierce battle with Fang Zheng and Linghu Chong.

Could it be... that he is also under the command of the "Star Lord"? Moreover, judging from the shape of his token, his status may be even higher than that of the seven of them!

This thought not only horrified them, but also filled them with a strange sense of absurdity and chill.

However, before they could think further, and before anyone else in the audience could notice the token, Li Bin had already swiftly bent down, picked it up, and stuffed it back into Meng Fei's arms.

The token vanished in a flash, but the shock it left on the seven hearts lingered for a long time.

After Meng Fei left Mount Song, Abbot Fangzheng was immediately sent back to Shaolin Temple by Shaolin monks.

Shaolin Temple, Abbot's meditation room.

"Senior Brother Fang Zheng, after this battle, the waters of the martial world are probably completely muddied."

Master Chongxu looked at Fang Zheng, whose face was still deathly pale, and his voice carried a hint of indescribable emotion.

Upon hearing this, Master Fangzheng slowly opened his eyes. Although his previous wounds had been bandaged and were no longer a problem, a trace of fatigue was still evident in his eyes.

"Amitabha! With the Five Mountains Alliance united, Zuo Lengchan's ambitions are now clear, Ren Woxing of the Demonic Sect has re-emerged, and as for Meng Fei..."

Speaking of Meng Fei, Fang Zheng felt as if the figure on the Fengchan Platform, sharp as a sword yet as solitary as a cliff, was reappearing before his eyes, especially the unpredictable "No Return" sword strike at the end.

"This child..."

Master Chongxu accepted Fangzheng's unfinished words with a solemn expression.

"The swordsmanship is extraordinary, the killing intent is fierce, and the will is firm, which is truly the only one I have ever seen in my life. His 'Thirteen Deadly Swords' is nearing completion. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would hardly believe that such swordsmanship exists in the world."

Master Fangzheng nodded slightly and said, "What is even more remarkable and terrifying is that he has just turned twenty, and for him, the path of swordsmanship is far from over."

"Even though he was seriously injured in the battle of Songshan, he was still able to unleash such amazing swordsmanship... His potential is truly astonishing."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Chongxu remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains.

"Senior Brother Fangzheng, in your opinion, after this ordeal, what level will this child reach in the future?"

Master Fangzheng did not answer immediately. Instead, he picked up a few fallen leaves from the ground, placed them in his palm, and released a little internal energy. The leaves moved on their own without wind, slowly rotating as if they were following some mysterious trajectory.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "In the martial arts world, talents emerge in great numbers, each dominating the scene for decades. However, those who can truly reach the pinnacle of martial arts and claim the title of 'Number One Under Heaven' are rare, appearing only once or twice in a hundred years."

"Now, in my opinion, two of the younger generation have already shown their potential and are beginning to display their talents."

"Master refers to..." Daoist Chongxu's eyes narrowed, clearly guessing the person Fangzheng was referring to.

"First, there's this 'Evil Swordsman' Meng Fei!"

Master Fangzheng spoke with certainty, clearly believing that Meng Fei indeed had the potential to become the world's number one.

"His swordsmanship talent is truly astonishing, especially his understanding of swordsmanship, which has touched upon 'intention' and 'momentum'. On the Fengchan Platform, his sword intent transformed from violence to annihilation, and then into decisiveness... His swordsmanship also underwent a transformation and sublimation."

"With such comprehension and growth speed, if he can break through his obsessions and resentment, and realize his true nature... his swordsmanship achievements within ten years will likely be limitless."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Chongxu nodded slowly, deeply agreeing. Meng Fei's sword was too pure, and too extreme.

Such extreme characteristics can be both a stepping stone to rapid advancement and a constraint on ultimate breakthrough.

"And the other person..." Master Chongxu looked at Fangzheng.

"The other one is Linghu Chong, the outcast of Mount Hua."

A hint of admiration flashed in Master Fangzheng's eyes, clearly indicating that he appreciated Linghu Chong even more.

"This young man is simple and honest, and has a broad mind. What is especially rare is that he has no desire to compete or dominate the martial arts world. This state of mind is in line with the unrestrained spirit of the 'Nine Swords of Dugu'."

"These two individuals, one wields obsession as a weapon, the other embraces magnanimity as a heart. Their paths in martial arts may seem diametrically opposed, but in reality, they are different paths leading to the pinnacle."

At this point, Fang Zheng's tone took on a hint of premonition and solemnity.

"If the martial arts world does not change drastically within ten years, and if these two can each understand their own path... then the one who will reach the pinnacle of martial arts in this era and achieve the title of 'Number One Under Heaven' will surely be one of these two."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Chongxu's expression hardened slightly. However, he did not share the pure expectation for the future of martial arts that Master Fangzheng had. Instead, he was filled with a sense of unease about the state of the martial arts world.

Meanwhile, at the foot of Mount Song, there was an inconspicuous inn.

Li Bin, filled with worry, helped Meng Fei to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Master, how are you? I have one Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill here; please take it to heal your injuries!"

As he spoke, Li Bin hurriedly took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and poured out the only pill inside.

Meng Fei glanced at the pill, then at Li Bin's concerned expression, and a warm feeling rose in his heart.

"No need, you can keep it."

He had just used his internal energy to seal several acupoints near the wound, temporarily stopping the bleeding. However, his internal organs were shaken and his true energy was severely depleted. It would be no easy task for him to recover quickly.

"Master..." Upon hearing this, Li Bin wanted to persuade him again.

But Meng Fei waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more.

"You must be tired too. Go to the next room and rest. I need to meditate and regulate my breathing. Don't let anyone disturb me."

"Yes, Master."

Li Bin dared not disobey any longer and then carefully left the room.

After Li Bin left, Meng Fei took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, swallowed the last Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill, and began to silently practice the Yi Jin Duan Gu Chapter to heal his injuries.

Time passed slowly, around midnight.

On the bed, Meng Fei suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes. Although his face was still pale, his previously disordered breathing had been straightened, and he could move around without any problems.

He then quietly slipped out of the inn and used his lightness skill to swiftly rush towards a mountain valley several miles away.

In the mountain valley, Po Jun and the others had been waiting for a long time. When they saw that familiar figure suddenly appear like a ghost, all seven of them were startled and hurriedly bowed.

"Star Lord!"

Meng Fei's gaze swept over the seven people. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "You all must have witnessed the battle at Fengchantai."

The seven people trembled slightly, clearly deeply impressed by that earth-shattering battle. Their eyes involuntarily revealed awe, fear, and even a hint of fanaticism.

"Then his swordsmanship..." Meng Fei continued to ask, his tone calm, but it made the seven people's hearts tighten.

"What do you think?"

The seven men exchanged bewildered glances, and finally Po Jun spoke first, his voice filled with suppressed shock: "Reporting to the Star Lord, this subordinate... this subordinate has never seen such a sharp, and so... terrifying swordsmanship."

"His swordsmanship was as fast as a ghost, ruthless and decisive, especially the last sword strike, which was truly the best I have ever seen in my life, making him the number one swordsman."

Seeing this, the others also whispered in agreement.

Meng Fei listened quietly, and only after they finished speaking did he slowly open his mouth: "Indeed, the Thirteen Deadly Swords is a supreme sword technique, and Meng Fei himself is one in a million in terms of talent, temperament, and opportunities, but..."

His tone suddenly shifted, his voice turning cold: "What do you think Meng Fei has that allows him to obtain such unparalleled swordsmanship? Nan Dou... is merely a star lord under my command."

Southern Dipper... Star Lord?

Upon hearing this, the seven men were deeply shaken!

That infamous "evil swordsman" who was so powerful that he could overpower Shaolin was actually under the Star Lord's command?

Moreover, he is a Star Lord!

Just how many hidden masters like that are under the command of the "Star Lord"?

The slight arrogance and dissent that had arisen from their increased power were instantly shattered by this terrifying information, leaving only deeper fear and submission.