The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Chapter 485 Awakening from a Dream, Even Golden Immortals Are Hard to Kill

On a drizzly morning, the streets were sparsely populated, but the small town built around the sword-making furnace was as "lively" as ever.

Where does the liveliness come from? It comes from the constant clanging of blacksmiths day and night.

The sound was continuous and incessant; as soon as one furnace was finished, another would be started, and the fire could not be extinguished.

Wang Ping'an had gotten used to the noise, or rather, the people in the town had gotten used to it; even the bookish people who "didn't care about what was going on outside" had gotten used to this kind of life.

The noise of the forging hammer filled their ears and disturbed their thoughts, but they remained focused.

In response, the old master of the town's academy said: "Find tranquility amidst the noise, and your mind will always be at peace."

Wang Ping'an strongly agreed with this.

Although he has graduated from college and found a job as a tavern accountant, he has maintained this tranquility to this day.

The reason why he didn't take the imperial examinations or pursue academic studies after graduating from the academy, but instead took this accounting job, was simple: he wanted to get closer to the martial arts world and see what it was like.

Such taverns are most likely to attract martial arts heroes, especially those in small towns near sword forging furnaces, which attract many swordsmen and knife-wielders.

Wang Ping'an thus witnessed many things in the martial arts world, met some well-known heroes in the area, and even had members of the Brahma Sword Sect visit the tavern, just like this morning.

Fan Jian sent a large group of people who bustled into the tavern and asked the usually shrewish but today honest and unassuming innkeeper for three tables of plain water and breakfast.

The tavern also had a part-time breakfast vendor. Otherwise, the town usually had a curfew at night, which would have reduced the business of the tavern compared to other places. Therefore, the greedy owner specially ordered the kitchen to make steamed buns for breakfast, had the servants shout at the door, and even had Wang Ping'an write a "manifesto" about breakfast, which was then hung at the tavern's entrance.

Today, these disciples of the Brahma Sword Sect all had an astonishing appetite. They ate eighteen steamers of fresh meat buns and twenty boiled eggs. Even after finishing these, they still felt it wasn't enough, so they asked the waiter to go across the street from the tavern and buy eighteen bowls of noodles. Only then did they stop eating.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, they paid the bill but did not leave. They just occupied the table without saying a word or chatting, which was really strange.

The tavern owner didn't dare to chase them away and could only wait anxiously for their next instructions.

But they just did it, closing their eyes to rest and adjusting their breathing.

Wang Ping'an also looked at them curiously. He could sense that these people were somewhat nervous, and even had... fear in their hearts. Yes, fear.

And what they feared—no, what they revered—was soon to arrive.

However, the waiter stopped them a step ahead.

"Sir...we're out of space. Would you like to go somewhere else?" The handsome waiter winked at the customer.

Wang Ping'an was a little confused.

Why do all the people around me have such stories?

Even this waiter knows people from the martial arts world. He knows many martial arts people who want to forge swords, which means he also indirectly knows these martial arts figures.

"It's alright." The man carrying the sword pushed aside the waiter and strode into the hall.

Woo hoo hoo!!

The members of the Brahma Sword Sect in the hall stood up one by one, like a long sword, and their sword intent instantly intertwined in the hall of the tavern.

Wang Ping'an quickly ducked and hid behind the counter.

The shopkeeper was quick-witted and dashed off to the backyard in a flash.

The waiter rubbed his chest and quietly hid behind the man holding the sword.

"Don't break it, or you'll have to pay for it," the waiter muttered behind him.

The man scoffed, "The Brahma Sword Sect is a large and powerful organization; they'll compensate us."

"Hmph! Astounding Swordsman, you ambushed my senior brother, causing him to lose his right arm, and you still dare to be so arrogant. You are truly despicable." A member of the Brahma Sword Sect had sunken cheeks and frosty temples. He held the Sky-Piercing Sword in a crescent-shaped scabbard and wore a robe that was neither Buddhist nor Taoist, making him appear out of place, yet also a symbol.

"Hey, don't think that just because your Brahma Sword Sect is big and powerful, you can frame someone. He was the one who ambushed me and I knocked him down after I counterattacked. I didn't even hit his right arm; I only broke the bone in his right little finger. Don't try to smear me with this dirty water." The Amazing Swan Swordsman recited the whole story as if it were his own.

"And you guys, I've already fought with you, and you can't do anything to me, so why bother me? Go back to Putuo Temple as soon as possible and find your master to chat with me."

All eighteen members of the Brahma Sword Sect glared angrily at him, but not one of them stepped forward to challenge him to a duel or reason.

However, just as the Swordsman Jinghong was smiling and full of self-satisfaction, the expressions of the group of Brahma Sword Sect members suddenly changed drastically.

"Master...!"

The calls of "Master" echoed throughout the hall.

The Swordsman Jinghong was slightly surprised, but he didn't turn around. His sword sense had already detected a master standing on the street behind him.

His strength far surpasses his own, and is probably even greater than that of his mentor.

Could it be that the master of these worthless scoundrels has really arrived? The Swordsman Jinghong was greatly alarmed.

He tightened his grip on the longsword, not daring to loosen it even slightly.

He stood at the tavern door for a long time, his mind tense, but the person behind him did not make a move.

He slowly turned around, wanting to see what was happening on the street.

There was no one on the street, and the noodle stall across the street was now just a steaming pot of simmering, mushy noodles.

As for the master of the group of Brahma Sword Sect members, he was only seven feet away from the Amazing Swordsman, standing on the street, but he did not look at the Amazing Swordsman, facing the end of the street, ignoring everyone else.

The swordsman followed his gaze to the other end of the street.

At that moment, a figure slowly walked over, with light steps, a haggard face, and a tall, thin figure, holding a long sword with a scabbard adorned with vermilion and jade.

Who is it? A thought arose in the mind of the Swordsman of the Startling Swan.

Or rather, that rumor circulating in the martial arts world.

he came.

That person who can be called a swordsman on his own.

Shouldn't he have gone to Wuye City in Wuye Prefecture to find the Putuo Temple of the Brahma Sword Sect?

The swordsman walks slowly, but if you don't keep a close eye on him, he might already be right in front of you.

"You've arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time." This important figure from the Brahma Sword Sect feigned nonchalance.

But the swordsman ignored his greeting and simply walked past him as he approached the tavern.

While the important figures of the Brahma Sword Sect were frozen in shock, the swordsman suddenly stopped at the entrance of the tavern and stood between the Amazing Swordsman and that person.

The swordsman looked at the astonishing swordsman.

As a result, the Swordsman felt as if his blood had frozen and he was cold all over, as if he were in icy water in winter.

Then the swordsman walked around him.

"A cup of wine, warm it up." These were the first words the swordsman uttered as he entered the hall.

"..."

The room was completely silent, and no one responded to him.

Fortunately, the Swordsman reacted quickly and immediately kicked the waiter hiding behind the door.

The waiter then came to his senses.

"Oh, are you here for a meal or to stay the night, sir?" the waiter asked nervously.

"A cup of wine, hot." The swordsman repeated what he had just said without showing any impatience.

"Okay, sure." The waiter nodded repeatedly.

He couldn't resolve the situation at this moment, so he should just quietly be a spectator.

"Is this convenient? May I sit?" the swordsman asked politely to the disciples of the Brahma Sword Sect who had already occupied all the tables in the hall.

"Uh... this... it's okay, would you like to come along?"

"Okay, thank you." The swordsman placed his sword on the table, looking extremely grateful.

Everyone was somewhat dazed when they saw him like this.

This seems quite different from the terrifying and hideous appearance described in the legends.

"How amazing!" Wang Ping'an, who had been secretly observing from behind the counter, exclaimed inwardly.

As an observer, he naturally saw what was happening clearly.

It's the same old story of big fish eating small fish and small fish eating shrimp.

The Swordsman Jinghong was stronger than these disciples of the Brahma Sword Sect, but the one standing on the street in front of the gate was stronger than the Swordsman Jinghong. The legendary swordsman was stronger than everyone present.

It looks quite lively here.

However, Wang Ping'an remained a quiet spectator, secretly observing from the sidelines.

The great masters of the Brahma Sword Sect, the legendary swordsmen, are all important figures who are not usually seen, and today he actually saw them all at once.

After the swordsman entered the main hall, the experts from the Brahma Sword Sect also reluctantly entered the tavern, giving the swordsman who was blocking the door a glare before entering.

This startled the Swordsman so much that he broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that the man was about to poison him.

But once the two men entered the tavern, he found himself in a dilemma, unable to go in or out.

Fortunately, the waiter returned and called out, "Sir, would you mind making do with this?"

He pointed to the counter where the bills were being processed and casually placed a cup of wine on it.

Upon hearing this, the Swordsman Jinghong casually walked into the tavern, his movements practiced and his demeanor calm, as if nothing had happened.

When he walked to the counter, he saw Wang Ping'an hiding behind it and smiled at him.

Things here are too strange. He is really in a dilemma. Since he is already here, he might as well wait for a while and see what the situation is.

However, after drinking a few cups of wine and eating a few bites of snacks, the legendary swordsman put down a silver ingot.

"Where are you going?" A top expert from the Brahma Sword Sect tried to stop him again.

But the swordsman ignored him completely, showing no respect whatsoever, and left the tavern without a word.

Everyone in the hall was bewildered. Why did they come and then leave? What did this mean?

"Sir, is the food and wine not to your liking?" The handsome waiter boldly followed up and asked.

The swordsman showed no impatience in the face of him.

"It really doesn't taste good, and the wine isn't good either," the swordsman said bluntly.

The waiter was speechless, greatly indignant, and then actually tried to argue with him: "Our wine..."

"Ahem, waiter, bring me another cup of wine." The Swordsman Jinghong called out to him at this moment.

The waiter turned his head away and had no choice but to let the swordsman go, then turned and went to the kitchen.

Seeing this, the swordsman chuckled and said, "It's bad, so what? Can't I even say it?"

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the hall.

After he walked out of the hall, the twenty-one people in the hall finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The person has finally left.

They didn't dare to breathe too loudly.

I don't know where this lowly waiter got such a big mouth to argue with this person.

Wang Ping'an didn't think anything of it, but continued to crouch behind the counter, watching the people in the lobby.

"Has that person left?" Just then, the waiter returned, but he didn't have the wine he had promised the Swordsman Jinghong.

Wang Ping'an could see that he also harbored fear and lingering apprehension.

"I'm leaving." Wang Ping'an nodded.

The others haven't left yet.

These people were all there to cause trouble for the Swordsman Jinghong.

Nowadays, anyone with discerning eyes can see that the waiter and the amazing swordsman have some kind of relationship.

The tavern suddenly became tense again.

"I have urgent business to attend to and will not linger with you any longer. If you can withstand my sword strike and survive, I will forgive you for causing my disciple to lose all his skills." The great master of the Brahma Sword Sect tugged at a strand of his long, black beard.

The astonishingly swift swordsman readily agreed: "Alright!"

The master of the Brahma Sword Sect drew his sword with a clang and then swung it out.

As the sword was drawn, it was as if a grain of rice of light drifted down and arrived before the astonished swordsman.

Whoosh!

The swordsman's sword was already drawn, and the sword light was as bright as a starry river. He was desperately trying to guard against this sword.

puff.

The amazing swordsman's sword shadow was broken in an instant, but the great man's sword light tore through his thin curtain of sword energy.

Ding!

Suddenly, the silver ingot that had been placed on the table jumped up and struck the great man's sword light. The power of the sword light shot the silver ingot directly into the roof beam of the tavern's main hall and nailed it to the beam.

And the sword light dissipated.

Rumble!

Before the hall could quiet down, another loud rumble came from the roof beams.

It turned out that the main beam had been pierced by a silver ingot, and the enormous force had lifted the roof beams and the roof itself, and at this moment the entire roof of the tavern was about to collapse.

"Run!!"

Seeing that something was wrong, everyone rushed out.

As they ran out of the tavern, they heard a roar behind them, felt the ground shake, and saw billowing dust chasing after them.

The tavern has collapsed.

……

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Wang Ping'an was busy at the tavern until midnight before returning home, but this time he didn't hear any clanging or tinkling sounds from the backyard.

Although he felt a little strange and unaccustomed to it, he didn't dwell on it too much. He just kept talking about the strange things that had happened that day, emphasizing that the tavern had collapsed and his job as an accountant had come to an end.

Or rather, it's temporarily come to an end.

Then we'll have to wait until the tavern is rebuilt to see if the manager will call him back.

As for why he didn't get a response from his father despite all this, he was used to it. His grandfather had always been taciturn and didn't like to talk.

He dusted himself off with a feather duster before finally entering the living room of the mistress's courtyard.

However, the living room was dimly lit at this moment, and the moonlight tonight was not particularly bright. It would be an exaggeration to say that it was completely dark inside.

He went inside, muttered a few words, and then lit the candle with a tinderbox.

But as soon as the candles were lit, he realized there were people in the living room.

Two people.

One was his grandfather, and the other was... that swordsman from this morning.

At that moment, many thoughts flashed through Wang Ping'an's mind, but they all became a jumbled mess, and his heart was in turmoil.

How did my ordinary grandfather come to know this swordsman?

Could he really be the protagonist of a storybook?

"Grandpa..." Wang Ping'an tentatively went to greet him.

"Hmm." His grandfather actually responded for the first time ever.

"Wang Ping'an."

But as his grandfather responded, another voice rang out; it was the legendary swordsman calling out to him.

(End of this chapter)