Wandering Swordsman |

"Back when we were in the Ming Cult, we were known in the martial arts world as the Seven Heroes of the Ming Cult. At that time, your seventh uncle was only in his early twenties. He was exceptionally skilled in martial arts and incredibly intelligent, and it could almost be said that he had received the true teachings of our master. He was also the most skilled among the seven of us."

He Yun listened intently, his eyes filled with curiosity and respect. Ouyang Song continued, "But fate is cruel. One day, the Red-Clothed Cult, which was an enemy of our Ming Cult, kidnapped his only sister and his nephew, trying to force him to rebel against the Ming Cult. After some hesitation, he told us the truth and sought our advice."

He Yun frowned slightly, as if he had already sensed that what was about to happen would not be easy.

"Later, we decided to make him feign surrender in an attempt to lure out the location of his sister and nephew's imprisonment." Ouyang Song's voice was low and heavy. "Sure enough, in the following days, we brothers investigated thoroughly and finally located a small wooden hut. After we knocked down the guards outside and entered the hut, we found that we were too late. Judging from the bodies of the two men, they had been dead for two days."

He Yun's face turned pale, a wave of grief washing over him. Ouyang Song sighed and continued, "When he learned of the deaths of his only sister and his nephew, he was filled with remorse. So one night, he secretly went to the Red-Clothed Sect to seek revenge."

He Yun clenched his fists, as if he could feel his Seventh Uncle's anger and despair at that moment.

"We didn't see him the next day, and we all assumed he was out on a mission, so we didn't pay much attention to his whereabouts." A hint of guilt flashed in Ouyang Song's eyes. "But in the following days, when we heard about the shocking 'bloodbath of the Red-Clothed Cult,' we realized..."

He Yun's heart suddenly raced, as if he were shocked by this breathtaking history.

"After that, there was no trace of him. At the time, we all thought he was dead." Ouyang Song's voice was low and tinged with helplessness. "But two years later, the Ming Cult announced that the martial arts world had decided to disband. At the ceremony for the disbandment of the Ming Cult, he suddenly appeared and, in front of everyone in the cult, persuaded the leader not to disband the Ming Cult."

He Yun's eyes widened, clearly surprised by this turn of events.

"...But we still couldn't dissuade the leader, and after the disbandment ceremony, the Ming Cult also disbanded." Ouyang Song continued, "And he disappeared without a trace. After the Ming Cult disbanded, the rest of us decided to create our own sect—Sword Tomb—to uphold justice in the martial world while searching for his whereabouts."

"A year later, the Sword Tomb was attacked by remnants of the Red-Clothed Cult and was in grave danger." Ouyang Song's voice grew lower and lower. "But he suddenly appeared, repelled the remnants of the Red-Clothed Cult, and joined the Sword Tomb. In the following years, we gradually learned from him that he had also been seriously injured during the 'bloodbath of the Red-Clothed Cult' and had almost lost his martial arts skills. Fortunately, he was saved by a man named Qu Yifan, which saved his life."

He Yun interjected, "Then, Master, why did Seventh Uncle leave the Sword Tomb?"

At this moment, Wan Yingqiu, one of the Three Swordsmen, took over the conversation and said in a gentle tone, "Yun'er, you were too young then to know that your seventh uncle already had plans to travel the world and uphold justice. He felt that his responsibility was not only to protect the Sword Tomb, but also to spread justice in the martial world and help more people in need."

After hearing this story, He Yun felt a surge of respect for his seventh uncle. He then asked, "Master, may I ask what the seventh uncle's surname is? I will also help keep an eye on the seventh uncle's whereabouts in the future."

Ouyang Song sighed softly, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, and slowly said, "Yun'er, remember this well, your seventh uncle's surname is Luo, and his given name is Wang Chen." His voice was deep and firm, as if he were telling a precious piece of history.

Upon hearing this, He Yun unconsciously murmured, "Luo Wangchen... Luo Wangchen... Hey, this name sounds so familiar, I feel like I've heard it somewhere before." He frowned slightly, trying hard to recall the origin of the name.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xue's eyes flashed with sudden realization. After a moment's thought, she excitedly exclaimed, "Brother Yun, do you remember that Young Master Shen mentioned his master's name was Luo Wangchen?!"

Upon hearing this, He Yun slapped his forehead and replied confidently, "Yes, I remember now. I did hear him mention it. Brother Shen said that his master was Luo Wangchen." His eyes were filled with surprise and excitement, as if he had just solved an important mystery.

He Yun's father, He Quanying, interjected, "Yun'er, quickly tell us everything you know about Shen Mo in detail." His tone was urgent, clearly shocked by this discovery.

He Yun and Zhao Xue exchanged a glance, then began to recount in detail their encounter with Shen Mo, from their initial meeting to the various perilous situations they faced together, and how Shen Mo tragically fell off a cliff while trying to distract pursuers. Their narration made the atmosphere in the room even heavier, and everyone's expression became solemn.

Ouyang Song listened quietly until the two finished speaking, then sighed softly, "That day in the back garden of Master Wang's mansion, I recognized the sword technique he used as Seventh Brother's 'Heavenly Gang Sword Manual.' Seeing that he didn't have an internal energy cultivation method, I also taught him the 'Tiger-Slaying Heart Method.' And he had good comprehension, learning very quickly." At this point, Ouyang Song stopped abruptly, not continuing to mention Shen Mo's special physique, but shaking his head with deep regret, "It's a pity that Shen Mo had such a bright future, but now he's separated from us by death. It's truly regrettable."

He Quanying looked at his son with admiration, seemingly happy that He Yun had made a friend like Shen Mo. He then said earnestly, "Yun'er, this trip was worthwhile. Shen Mo's actions were those of a great hero. You must remember this well."

He Yun nodded, his eyes shining with determination: "Father, I will remember. Although Brother Shen is gone, his chivalrous spirit will always inspire me."

The Six Swordswoman Shan Qinxi was suddenly startled, a hint of surprise and doubt flashing in her eyes. She quickly asked, "Yun'er, is what you just said true?"

He Yun glanced at Zhao Xue, and seeing her nod, he replied firmly, "Sixth Master, everything I said is true." His voice was steady and firm, and his eyes revealed an undeniable sincerity.

Upon hearing this, Shan Qinxi, one of the Six Swordswomen, became serious, her brows furrowing slightly as if she were pondering something important. She turned to Ouyang Song and said, "Brother, if what Ruoyun'er said about 'the melody breaking the black wind' is true! Even if we don't help Jingtian Pavilion this time, we must still make a trip to the Black Wind Gang."