Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

Although it was very faint, Xuan Jian did calm down a bit, and then Xu Qing's words came into his mind.

The shackles in his heart immediately cracked, then exploded, and his dormant consciousness gradually returned.

Chapter 35 Xuan Jian Awakens, Xu Qing Retires Successfully!

From the depths of chaotic consciousness, a voice suddenly rang out.

After the call, it seemed as if countless souls responded.

Peddler, laborer, good person, bad person...

Those souls who had died by the black and white swords, whose souls were forever suppressed by the sword intent, all let out a wail.

However, these responses were quickly rejected.

"No, I am not them!"

A chilling voice severed all distracting thoughts.

In the boundless darkness, a crack suddenly appeared, letting in a ray of light.

It was a dreamlike paradise.

Petals fall in profusion, and a beautiful woman is as lovely as jade.

"When I left, the willows were swaying gently. Now I return, the rain and snow are falling heavily. I walk slowly on the road, thirsty and hungry. My heart is grieved, and no one knows my sorrow..."

A gentle female voice softly recited verses from the Book of Songs.

The poignant and lingering sorrow almost overflowed from the illusion.

Outside, Xuan Jian's face, which was originally as cold and indifferent as an ice sculpture, twitched slightly, revealing a deep sorrow.

"Qianqian..."

He unconsciously murmured his wife's name.

In an instant, the idyllic paradise shattered, replaced by a bloody storm.

That was a pain branded deep in his soul, one that could never be erased.

However, even though it was heartbreaking, he would never forget it.

"So... when did I start to forget all of this?"

A deep voice echoed in the chaos.

He should not have forgotten those unforgettable loves and hates.

Just like the pair of black and white swords in his hands.

The white sword is a sword of protection, existing to repay kindness; the black sword is a sword of slaughter, existing to seek revenge.

The blade of the sword has long been imbued with countless entanglements of love and hate.

"Was it after his wife passed away?"

"No... At that time, I retrieved the Black Sword, returned to the Net, and borrowed the Net's skilled craftsmen to reforge the White Sword... Then, wielding both swords, I charged towards Wei Yong..."

"Wei Yong!"

"It's Wei Yong!"

Xuan Jian's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and an overwhelming hatred burst forth.

That was Qianqian's father! Yet, for his own selfish desires, he harmed his own family and pushed them into an abyss of no return!

"Is Wei Yong... dead?"

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, a cold figure instantly occupied his thoughts.

The sun is obscured!

Both were top-tier assassins of the Luo Wang organization.

This person is insidious and vicious. Knowing that he wanted to kill Wei Yong to avenge himself, he secretly colluded with Wei Yong and did everything he could to obstruct him!

Immediately afterwards, more figures flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern: the survivors and the dead from the battle of Weijiazhuang, Yan Ri, Qian Sha, and Wei Yong whom he hated to the bone... the Black Widow whom he felt sorry for... In the end, all the images vanished without a trace like smoke.

In reality.

Xuan Jian's expression calmed down again.

He closed his eyes, then slowly opened them.

If at the beginning his eyes were devoid of any emotion, now they are overflowing with a wealth of feelings.

"who are you?"

Xuan Jian did not rush to attack Xu Qing.

Or rather, when Xu Qing used the power of "Concentration" and words to awaken Xuan Jian's dormant self-awareness, he had already stopped attacking. In fact, at that time, it would have been a good opportunity for Xu Qing to take advantage of the situation to kill Xuan Jian.

Even from the outside perspective, the period of Xuan Jian's mental confusion seemed very short.

However, when masters clash, a single moment is enough to determine the winner.

Who I am is not important.

"The important thing is that I've heard your story."

Xu Qing spoke calmly.

Immediately, he revealed the source of his information: "The School of Ghost Valley..."

Xuan Jian's mind was now clear, and the old events of Wei Family Village were vivid in his mind. In that incident, an unexpected pair of people did indeed intrude, namely the two masters of the Guigu School. He had fought with them before and had a deep impression of them.

Upon hearing the name "Guigu School of Diplomacy," the faces of those two spirited young men immediately came to mind.

"How... pitiful."

A trace of pity flashed across Xu Qing's face as he looked at Xuan Jian and sighed softly, "He possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, yet he couldn't even kill his enemy with his own hands. In the end, he was used as a tool and manipulated at will by his enemy."

"Are you here to mock me?" Xuan Jian gripped his twin swords tightly, his gaze suddenly sharpening like a blade.

“That’s not the case.” Xu Qing shook his head. “I had no intention of getting involved with you. You came to me on your own initiative, and when I saw you in such a dazed state, I felt sorry for you and tried to wake you up.”

Now that you are awake, it is time for me to go.

Xu Qing, with an air of nonchalance, as if he had finished his business and was about to leave, turned around and prepared to depart.

"and many more……"

Xuan Jian suddenly spoke.

Xu Qing paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and added without turning her head.

"By the way, Wei Yong is dead."

"Lord Xinling, Wei Wuji, executed him on the grounds that he had violated the law of the state."

The news struck like a thunderbolt, leaving Xuan Jian stunned on the spot.

Xu Qing's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

With a flick of his wrist, the longsword imbued with the power of "Concentration" flew out of his hand and shot straight at Xuan Jian. The moment it left his hand, he pushed the power of Concentration on the sword to its limit.

The sword energy rushed towards him, and Xuan Jian immediately became alert, dodging the flying sword to the side.

When he looked up again, Xu Qing's figure had already disappeared into the vast reed marshes like a ghost, his movements incredibly fast.

If Xuan Jian wanted to pursue him, he could certainly catch his trail.

But he just stood there, gazing into the depths of the reeds with a complicated expression, and finally chose to give up.

The two swords were silently returned to their sheaths.

He walked to the longsword that had fallen to the ground and bent down to pick it up.

The quality of this sword was far inferior to his Black and White Xuanjian, but when he held it in his hand, a strange sense of tranquility arose spontaneously, soothing the restlessness in his heart.

Without a doubt, it was this sword that helped him concentrate.

He looked again in the direction where Xu Qing had disappeared, his mind filled with doubts.

This person... actually gifted him this sword?

"Wei Yong... is he really dead?"

"You're really lucky!"

Upon learning of Wei Yong's death, Xuan Jian felt no joy, but rather a strong sense of regret for not being able to personally eliminate his enemy.

Just then, a sound of something breaking through the air rang out. Although it was faint, Xuan Jian still managed to pinpoint it accurately.

A dark figure used light footwork to quietly land beside Xuan Jian.

"grown ups!"

The visitor bowed his head respectfully.

Xuan Jian recognized the person's face, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"You are... Qian Sha?"

"If I remember correctly, you were once Yan Ri's subordinate?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Sha's expression changed drastically.

The Xuan Jian before him spoke with a hint of long-lost emotion, which meant that... the ruthless killing machine had disappeared, and the shackles that bound him... were broken.

He knew very well what he had done to Xuan Jian while following Lord Yan Ri.

Afterwards, Xuan Jian was brought back by Luo Wang, and his mind and emotions were imprisoned by secret methods. He also obeyed Lord Yan Ri's orders and followed Xuan Jian's side, ostensibly to serve him, but in reality to monitor Xuan Jian.

"My lord, your subordinate..." Qian Sha hurriedly began to explain.

Clang!

The black sword was drawn, faster than lightning.

Even though Qian Sha was ranked first among the "killers" in the Luo Wang organization, he didn't even have a chance to react in front of Xuan Jian, who was going all out and had a chilling killing intent.

A flash of sword light, and blood splattered.

Qian Sha's body had already fallen to the ground silently.