The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

"What's wrong with you!"

"You didn't lose! You were just one strike short, you didn't lose! Get up, stand up!"

Upon seeing his ancestor kneeling on the ground, Wen Jingyao screamed, feeling more pained than if he were killed.

The Wen family is proud of their ancestor.

And now, the glory they once took so seriously has caused them to kneel on the ground, utterly stripped of their dignity?!

This is the kind of thing that will plunge the Wen family into a quagmire from which they will never be able to recover!

Not to mention him, even the group of scions of noble families were finding it hard to accept at this moment, their expressions blank and their eyes numb.

"How...how could this be...?"

"He only lost one strike, so why does the Wen family patriarch seem completely defeated?"

"That slash just now was too fast and too fierce. What exactly happened?"

Wow!

The crowd erupted in uproar, everyone shocked and filled with doubt.

Only Lin Xiaoman, who had witnessed similar scenes before, suddenly realized something and turned to look at Chen Xuan in disbelief.

"This...this...could this be like the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord, where the Wen family patriarch's past life was also defeated by you, sir?!"

Moreover, judging from the distraught appearance of the Wen family patriarch, his defeat was far more than a simple one.

It was a crushing defeat that came from the depths of one's soul, a mark that could never be erased for a lifetime!

Chen Xuan walked slowly to the front of the Wen family patriarch.

The Wen family patriarch remained kneeling, raising his head with deep weariness and desolation in his eyes. "You are that person's disciple, aren't you?"

"If I had known that he had also been reincarnated and was preaching to you, I would never have attacked you."

"Instead, they immediately hid in the Wen family ancestral hall and never dared to take a step out."

The way of the sword is to break rather than bend.

The way of the sword: fearless and unstoppable.

As a swordsman, if you lose or regret it, your swordsmanship will never progress.

He could shatter his composure simply by hearing that name or seeing a casual slash from that person.

Even the fierce aura that a swordsman should possess would vanish in an instant.

"That one?"

"So it wasn't Chen Xuan after all?"

Upon hearing the words of the Wen family patriarch, Lin Xiaoman and Dr. Wang exchanged a glance, both quite astonished.

It seems they guessed wrong; Chen Xuan did not defeat the Wen family patriarch in his previous life.

In other words, it was someone who had once defeated the Wen family patriarch who passed on the same swordsmanship to Chen Xuan.

If that's the case, then it's much easier to accept.

After all, to simultaneously master both swordsmanship and knife skills to the highest level... that's truly terrifying.

However, when asked, Chen Xuan simply smiled and said, "Why should I need others to teach me my cultivation?"

These words were spoken.

The Wen family patriarch's body trembled, and he looked up in disbelief, staring blankly at Chen Xuan. "You...you...you..."

Unconsciously, his unspoken words were filled with supreme reverence.

Chen Xuan's gaze fell on the old scar on his right cheek, and he slowly said, "This scar, I left it for the glory of your two lifetimes."

boom!

A chill suddenly exploded in the heart of the Wen family patriarch.

"It's you...it really is you..."

"I never imagined I would meet you again in this life..."

Without any further hesitation, he knelt down and kowtowed, his expression filled with nothing but devotion.

Upon seeing this scene, Lin Xiaoman and her companion, who had been speculating in their minds just moments before, suddenly found their minds buzzing.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

It really is Chen Xuan?!

Chen Xuan said calmly, "Wen Bufan, do you still remember what promises you made after your failed challenge?"

The Wen family patriarch knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and declared, "From this day forward, I will bow before you whenever I see you, and serve you as my master without complaint or regret!"

At this point, Chen Xuan leaned down to look at him, his gaze turning slightly cold: "So, you just let the Wen family kidnap my people like this?"

"I...I..."

Wen Bufan opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak. In fact, he was also very frustrated.

Even if you beat him to death, he would never have imagined that he would live a second life and come to the modern world...

Someone he randomly tied up, his own great-grandson, somehow managed to get connected to the person in front of him.

Who can he turn to for justice?

No, the person in front of me is notoriously domineering and unreasonable; how could I possibly reason with him?

"I...I know I was wrong..."

"The Wen family has committed a grave error; we urge you to punish them severely!"

He dared not offer any explanation, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly until bloodstains appeared on his forehead.

Lin Xiaoman and Dr. Wang looked at each other in bewilderment.

Just how badly did Chen Xuan beat this old guy back then, that he was so afraid of him?

"The Wen family has no reason to exist anymore."

Chen Xuan turned around and looked at the injuries on Lin Xiaoman and Dr. Wang, then at Aunt Pan's injuries, and finally at the pile of medicinal herbs on the table.

If I hadn't intervened, would the Wen family have listened to their pleas for mercy?

Upon hearing this, Wen Bufan was struck dumb, and pleaded, "Sir, please spare my life!"

"My Wen family has over a hundred members, many of whom are innocent people. They were completely unaware of this matter!"

"Please let me go, let us go, just like you let me go back then..."

Beside him, Wen Jingyao was too frightened to speak; he had never seen his ancestor so terrified.

"Tsk, what do you think you were doing back then for?"

When the events of that year were mentioned, Chen Xuan put his hand to his forehead:

The reason why my slash at you missed back then was simply because I was in a hurry to go back and drink, and I was too lazy to make a second slash.

"The wine served at the Tianfeng Dynasty's 300th anniversary celebration was quite good."

Speaking of the wine of the Heavenly Phoenix Dynasty, Chen Xuan couldn't help but reminisce. That wine, brewed by a love-struck fool, was quite good.

After thousands of years, Wen Bufan suddenly learned the truth about how he survived back then, and he was completely stunned.

So that's why... so back then, it wasn't because of my swordsmanship that the throwing knife deflected...

So... so from the very beginning, this person had no intention of dealing with their challenge...

But that slash still hurt so much, so much that he was haunted by the nightmare of the blade for the rest of his life, unable to break through to the Nascent Soul stage...

"Those in the Wen family who are unaware of the situation, out of consideration for the mercy shown in our past lives, may live."

"Anyone who knows the truth will be killed without mercy."

Chen Xuan turned around, kicked the Dao Blade that had been thrown on the ground to Wen Bufan's side, and made his final pronouncement.

His tone was cold and indifferent.

"Wen Bufan thanks you so much, sir!"

Wen Bufan bowed deeply, offering no further rebuttal, then picked up the knife from the ground and was the first to walk towards Wen Jingyao.

"Ancestor!"

"Grandpa, please don't kill me!"

"Why are you afraid of him! Why are you so afraid of him?!"

"My Wen family is a thousand-year-old clan, why should we be afraid of him!"

Wen Jingyao's face turned pale, and he roared hoarsely. His previous gentle and refined demeanor as a noble young master was gone.

"Yao'er, give up struggling. Only if we die can the women, children, and the elderly in our clan live."

"If anyone is to blame, it's our ancestors for being incompetent, and our abilities for not matching our ambitions."

According to the original plan, after this incident, the Wen family could take control of Qingzhou, possess the resources of the entire prefecture, and then develop rapidly.

But now, facing that figure again, all he wanted was to die as soon as possible and end the nightmare in his heart.

Swish!

A head fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere!

Ignoring Wen Jingyao's cries of agony, Wen Bufan raised the knife in his hand and ended his life with his own.

[In the 730-year era of swordsmanship, the white-robed prime minister of the Heavenly Phoenix Dynasty single-handedly suppressed all sects for 320 years.]

During this period, anyone who disregards the warnings, attempts to resist, or attacks the Heavenly Phoenix Dynasty's defenses will be utterly destroyed and never return!

At the same time, the corresponding sects were investigated and punished; from the sect leader down to the lowest servants, they were all wiped out!

The might of the celestial dynasty was upheld by him alone, making it impossible for any immortal sect in the world to even set foot in the mortal realm.

In the 731st year of the Sword Dao Era, Wen Bufan, in order to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, took a desperate gamble and challenged the White-Robed Prime Minister.

[One strike, and he was utterly defeated. A knife wound remained on his right cheek, never to heal, and his spirit was shattered.]

[Through a series of unforeseen events, he is the sole survivor among nearly a thousand challengers over the past 120 years!]

Afterwards, because he was the only survivor, his status in the Immortal Sect rose sharply, and everyone revered him as a powerful figure in the Immortal Sect.

However, after that battle, he lived with the nightmare of that fatal blow for the rest of his life, unable to hold a sword again, until he secluded himself and died of old age.

"So, it wasn't that I was strong enough, but that he had no intention of killing anyone that day... I just got incredibly lucky and survived by sheer luck..."

"Then what about the praise I received from the Immortal Sect? And what about the hidden pride in my heart?"

"So... I'm nothing at all..."

Wen Bufan touched the scar on his face, his heart trembling violently, deeply shocked.

He gripped the knife tightly and walked towards the group of aristocratic scions huddled in the corner...