Ten Directions Sword Master

Each character on the bamboo slip is vigorous and powerful, each stroke flowing like a dragon and a phoenix, as if a swordsman is wielding a sword, transforming his swordsmanship into vivid scenes that directly touch the heart.

Lu Li was momentarily dazed, and struggled to look away.

Only then did I realize that the writing on the bamboo strip was carved by someone with their finger, seamless and seemingly created by nature.

It's impossible to separate each character and each stroke; there's not a single flaw to be found.

This is no challenge letter; it's clearly a masterpiece of swordsmanship!

In the Great Kang world, could there be such a master of swordsmanship?

He had already thought highly of the Sword Saint, but now he realized that he had greatly underestimated him.

If the swordsmanship revealed in the handwriting came from the Sword Saint himself, it would not be an exaggeration to call it divine swordsmanship.

It's not about viewing things from the perspective of the modern world, but from the perspective of the real world.

In order to master the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Sword Technique, Lu Li read through a large number of sword manuals.

It is no exaggeration to say that, judging from the meaning conveyed by the handwriting, no other sword manual can compare to it, except for the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Sword Manual.

You should know that there are many sword techniques created and passed down by experts in the Spirit Refinement Realm.

As for the Sword Saint himself, he was ultimately just a martial artist at the limit of the innate realm, not even reaching the Foundation Establishment realm.

Regardless of their perspective or personal cultivation, they cannot compare to real-world sword masters.

"In this world, there truly are powerful beings who transcend the limitations of their world, break free from their cages, and unleash immortal brilliance..."

Lu Li trembled with excitement, not out of fear, but out of excitement at the prospect of sparring with such a master swordsman.

He stroked the bamboo slip, as if he could see the Sword Saint overjoyed upon receiving the news, grabbing something and writing it down.

He may be deliberately unaware that the hidden meaning in the words might reveal the essence of his swordsmanship.

Otherwise, Bai Wuming would know nothing about his opponent, and there are very few people in the world who have seen the Sword Saint in action, which would be a great disadvantage in the competition.

Think back to those ten years, when the Sword Saint sought a worthy opponent, he went around pointing out the bottlenecks of various innate martial saints and creating opportunities for them to break through.

It's not surprising that this kind of behavior would occur.

What he wants is not simply to win, but a strong enough opponent to put pressure on him to improve.

"Tell the Sword Saint that I will be there on time in ten days."

Lu Li put away the bamboo slips and accepted the challenge.

"We are honored to witness this unprecedented battle."

Yan Hanchuan's resolute face revealed a hint of longing. Having the opportunity to witness the clash between two masters of martial arts would be a great benefit to the onlookers.

One is a legendary figure in the martial arts world, undefeated throughout history, a saint among swordsmen.

Rising like a comet, his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and he slew the merciless sword of Jia Buying, the Copper Coin Immortal.

Even if Yan Hanchuan doesn't practice swordsmanship, he still has a great potential if he can learn something from it at his age.

"A few young lads disturbed Young Master Bai's peace and quiet. I've taken care of them for you?"

Yan Hanchuan surveyed the group with his imposing gaze, having a clear understanding of the character of these scions of high-ranking families, and roughly guessed what had happened.

He was all alone and unafraid to offend the powerful and influential.

Moreover, doing this is doing a huge favor to their family behind them.

The fact that Bai Wuming could be challenged by a sword saint who had been in seclusion for thirty years, regardless of the final outcome, is enough to prove his strength.

Such a person, if he were to act freely in the capital, would be unstoppable and invincible.

The massacre of these mansions in one night was done with the ease of turning one's hand.

"Very well, this Marquis's son is accusing me of resembling a bandit in a portrait. I suspect there's a high probability he's an accomplice, otherwise why would he be framing me everywhere... With Commander Yan here, I think the truth will come out soon."

Lu Li returned the favor verbatim, and the few insects that were bumping around were easily dealt with.

"I am the heir apparent of the Marquis of Anyuan, who dares to touch me..."

Liu Ce was still shouting loudly when Yan Hanchuan's expression turned cold. He appeared in front of him like lightning and dislocated his jaw with a snap.

"Take them all down and imprison them in the Imperial Prison!"

The imperial guards pulled out iron chains and locked the four men's hands.

The Zhaoyu Prison was notorious; it was outside the judicial system, and of the ten prisoners arrested there, not one ever came out unharmed.

Yang Yi was in a daze, laughing like a madman, letting the imperial guards lock him up.

Yan Peihuan cried with tears streaming down her face, suppressing her fear and refraining from begging for mercy, for fear of further displeasing her third uncle.

In the past, when members of the Yan clan committed crimes and fell into Yan Hanchuan's hands, not only was he not shown leniency, but all of them were punished more severely.

"Young Master Bai, I didn't conspire with them to frame you, yet you're still going to be imprisoned?"

Deng Wan frowned, her delicate expression easily arousing the protective instincts of those around her.

Lu Li seemed not to hear, his gaze sweeping up and down as if scrutinizing something.

"Indiscriminate in distinguishing between good and evil, abusing power for revenge, and I thought you were a chivalrous swordsman..."

Deng Wan raised her hands as if to surrender, but suddenly transparent threads floated up from her body, pulling and wrapping around several imperial guards.

Her entire demeanor changed, becoming ethereal and holy, as if she were being swayed towards the window without any force.

Yan Hanchuan's expression changed drastically. His attention hadn't been on the younger generation, and a mishap had occurred.

With a roar like thunder, he struck out with a powerful and majestic palm, aiming straight for Deng Wan's back.

She floated backward in the air against all reason, dodged the palm strike with a spin, and her toes had already stepped onto the stairs leading to the hall.

He was secretly delighted, knowing that with his lightness skill, he could escape smoothly once he left Jufeng Tower.

"So eager to leave? You haven't explained things clearly. You should come back first!"

Accompanied by a deep voice, a cold sword light appeared to be moving slowly, but in reality, it had already caught up to them.

If it doesn't change direction, its foot might be severed.

Deng Wan dared not gamble. He flicked out a transparent silk thread, his body swaying and dancing like a lotus flower. After spinning around, he landed on the wine table on the first floor.

Before it could land, another sword flash swept by, forcing it to change direction again.

Without touching the ground, it changed direction thirteen times in succession in the air, soaring up and down as if it had wings.

To have mastered such a level of movement technique is nothing short of divine.

Despite using all his skills, Deng Wan, who finally stood in the private room, was in a daze, as if he had seen a ghost.

The location where she was standing was exactly the same as the place where she had fled after injuring someone.

At that moment, the imperial guards who had fallen had just gotten up.

He forced me back without even drawing his sword...

Deng Wan looked at the young man who hadn't gotten up. What kind of swordsmanship was this? He had accurately guessed every step Deng Wan would take.

She became a sparrow, guided by the light of his sword, dancing with it.

This profound sense of powerlessness was more shocking than simply defeating her.

"The Holy Maiden of Incense Offerings!"

Yan Hanchuan's expression turned solemn as he recognized the woman's identity.

Who would have thought that Deng Wan, the eldest daughter of General Deng and a delicate and sickly woman, was actually a remnant of the previous dynasty and a holy maiden of the Incense Sect who intended to overthrow the Great Kang Dynasty?

The Incense Offering Cult has its own secret methods; the chosen holy sons and daughters can inherit the inner strength of the previous generation, ascend to the heavens in one step, and enter the Innate Realm.

He had met Deng Wan several times before and had not noticed any flaws.

Did General Deng know about this?

Among the high-ranking officials in the imperial court, how many others have been infiltrated by the influence of the "incense money system"?

Thinking of this, Yan Hanchuan's eyes turned cold as he stared intently at Deng Wan.

"How did you recognize me, Young Master Bai?"

Deng Wan calmed down a bit and asked the question that had been bothering him.

This innate internal energy was not cultivated by oneself; when not in action, it was collected into a ball of essence using the secret techniques of the Incense Way.

Outwardly, Deng Wan's true state was that his qi, blood, breathing, and physical body were all in the state of an ordinary person, and he had never been directly exposed by anyone for hundreds of years.