The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

"Do you know what you did?"

An Qingwan turned around, her face expressionless. She stepped down from the bluestone and walked step by step to Yu Miaozhen's side.

"Of course I know, I have heard everything you have said."

Shen Ruiqing said anxiously, "Then why are you still..."

"It is precisely because I know this that I have shown myself."

Without anyone noticing, An Qingwan took Yu Miaozhen's hand.

Yu Miaozhen stared blankly at An Qingwan, who had returned, still confused: "What... do you want?"

An Qingwan turned to Shen Ruiqing and smiled, "Didn't you say she had no one left to be her scabbard? Then..."

There was a pause.

"From now on, I will be her scabbard!"

A cold wind blew.

The wind ruffled Shen Ruiqing's heart and tousled Yu Miaozhen's hair.

P.S.: Thank you to Night Breeze Feather, Other Shore Flower, and (*。Д)o for the blades.

Some readers have expressed confusion earlier, saying that "Dutian Khan" is a combination of "Dutian" and "Khan," similar to the title of "Dingyang Khan" held by Liu Wuzhou at the end of the Sui Dynasty.

From 100 onwards, I will be her scabbard. [3k]

An Qingwan's appearance was something no one had expected.

But what was even more unexpected was what An Qingwan said.

"From now on, I will be her scabbard!"

Shen Ruiqing, the swordsmen standing around, and even Yu Miaozhen, who already seemed a bit dull, were all stunned at this moment.

Shen Ruiqing initially suspected that the wind and rain were so loud that he had misheard An Qingwan's words.

However, An Qingwan's expression was extremely serious.

"you……"

Like a sudden clap of thunder, Shen Ruiqing involuntarily took a step back.

At this moment, he no longer cared about the glory of the Celestial Immortal, nor about the Heavenly Will Sword that had been sent flying by the Celestial Immortal.

He stared at the blind girl opposite him.

"Do you know what you're saying? Do you know the weight of your words? Do you know what kind of sword Yu Miaozhen truly is?"

A series of three questions revealed Shen Ruiqing's shock and unease.

It was hard for him not to be shocked, hard for him not to be uneasy.

It's easy to say that someone should be Yu Miaozhen's sword sheath.

But to truly achieve this goal, one must not only possess martial arts skills superior to Yu Miaozhen's, but also have extraordinary swordsmanship talent that consistently surpasses Yu Miaozhen's.

Only when both of these factors come together can Yu Miaozhen's sword not go out of control.

There are still some people in this world whose martial arts skills are superior to Yu Miaozhen's.

At least his own martial arts skills are a level above Yu Miaozhen's, but when it comes to talent...

Shen Ruiqing was certain that even the Sword God of the same age was not as talented as Yu Miaozhen.

To be precise, among the many famous swordsmen in the world today, the Sword God's initial talent could only be considered above average at best.

The Sword God finally achieved enlightenment and reached the realm of "the sword is not a sword, I am not myself" after experiencing the ups and downs of life, seeing through love and hate, and completing the three transformations from being affectionate to being indifferent and then back to being affectionate.

Shen Ruiqing couldn't think of anyone in the martial arts world today who was about the same age as Yu Miaozhen and could simultaneously meet the two requirements he had mentioned.

If he could think of something, if he could come up with another solution, he wouldn't be here.

Faced with Shen Ruiqing's questioning, An Qingwan remained calm as always.

"please!"

"please?"

"Please come with me, and I will tell you the answer."

Shen Ruiqing frowned, glancing at An Qingwan and then at Yu Miaozhen.

An Qingwan said, "You don't need to worry about her. She will stay here and won't go anywhere. If she leaves, I will refuse her challenge."

Shen Ruiqing: "..."

Yu Miaozhen opened her mouth, but still said with some grievance, "I won't leave."

Shen Ruiqing: "..."

The renowned Heavenly Sword lost his composure for the second time in one day.

He had never seen Yu Miaozhen so obedient.

He couldn't help but glance at An Qingwan a few more times.

"Fine, I'd like to see what kind of answer you can give me!"

Shen Ruiqing reached out and summoned the Heavenly Will Sword that had fallen to the ground.

He followed An Qingwan to a place about a mile away from Yu Miaozhen.

The wind and rain roared.

But there is no one else here, so it can still be considered quiet.

"you……"

Shen Ruiqing had just opened his mouth when An Qingwan interrupted him.

"Who sent you? The fishmonger of Tingyun Manor?"

Shen Ruiqing was surprised that An Qingwan would ask such a question. He remained silent for a moment before saying:

“That’s right. A few days ago, he came to me and explained his concerns. Yu Miaozhen has gone mad with evil spirits. He really doesn’t want to see his little daughter completely go mad, become a murderous monster, and eventually besieged by the entire martial arts world, leaving her body exposed in the wilderness. So he would rather cripple Yu Miaozhen’s hand. I already owe him a huge favor, and I don’t want to see the martial arts world in chaos, so I came.”

An Qing nodded lately.

She stretched out her hand, and now a sword appeared in her hand.

"The answer you seek is all in this sword!"

An Qingwan always understood that most problems between swordsmen could be resolved with a sword.

Shen Ruiqing also drew his sword, the Heavenly Will Sword.

But before drawing his sword, he said with a heavy expression, "This sword was forged by five master swordsmiths from the Wanjianlou, a holy place for forging swords in the martial world. It took them forty-nine days to complete and was made from Kunlun cold iron. The sword is three feet four inches long and the words 'The rise and fall of all things are in the hands of Heaven' are engraved on the blade. When the sword is drawn, the killing intent freezes into ice, and the sound is like a demonic voice piercing the ears. You'd better change your sword."

An Qingwan said, "No need."

Shen Ruiqing said, "But this is a divine sword."

An Qingwan said, "The sword I use is a divine sword."

Shen Ruiqing remained silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed, "I was too attached to appearances. This battle was just a friendly spar."

An Qingwan said, "It's just a friendly exchange."

Shen Ruiqing said, "Please."

An Qingwan said, "Please."

Shen Ruiqing had already drawn his sword.

An Qingwan had already drawn her sword.

Shen Ruiqing was already puzzled when An Qingwan thrust out that sword.

He had always heard that An Qingwan's sword was very fast, and that she could kill someone with just one strike.

An Qingwan's move, "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens," was incredibly fast, deflecting his and Yu Miaozhen's swords in an instant and separating them.

But while An Qingwan's sword was fast this time, it was by no means astonishingly fast.

Of course, the sword wasn't fast, but it was also flawless; at least, he couldn't see any weaknesses in it.

Shen Ruiqing followed the changes in An Qingwan's sword.

He was only puzzled when he used the first sword.

By the fourth sword strike, his expression had become serious.

By the eleventh sword strike, his expression was no longer solemn; he had become somewhat dazed.

As the twelfth and thirteenth swords were thrust out in succession, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of regret.

"This sword technique shouldn't be..."

Shen Ruiqing didn't finish her sentence.

For just as he was sighing, the already exhausted changes gave rise to new changes.

The clouds parted to reveal the sun.

As if under the warm sun, Shen Ruiqing stood frozen in place.

The rain was cold.

The wind was cold.

The coldness of the Heavenly Will Sword.

They all disappeared at that moment.

It wasn't that he really disappeared; rather, at that moment, all the coldness transferred to his heart.

For the first time in many years, Shen Ruiqing's hand holding the Heavenly Will Sword trembled.

If that wasn't a friendly sparring match.

If what just happened was a life-or-death battle.

He must have been severely injured by now.

That fourteenth sword strike was not only exquisite but also unexpected.

If one did not already know of the existence of this sword, it would be difficult to dodge it once one realized that there was a fourteenth sword hidden after the thirteenth one.

That is a sword technique designed specifically for killing, a sword technique sharper than the sword itself!

Shen Ruiqing stared intently at An Qingwan.

He desperately wants an answer.

How old are you exactly?

These words were uttered one by one.

How old is An Qingwan? This question has puzzled countless people in the martial arts world.

Few people would believe that An Qingwan is really young, and there is no shortage of martial arts techniques in the martial arts world that can keep one young forever.

An Qingwan said, "I'll be nineteen in a few months."

"Not even nineteen yet?"

Shen Ruiqing was so shocked that she was speechless.

She's really young, even younger than Yu Miaozhen!

He believed An Qingwan wouldn't lie to him here.

He suddenly laughed, laughed loudly, and then he sighed.

"You are the most talented swordsman I have ever seen. When you reach Yu Miaozhen's age, you will definitely be able to subdue her. It's such a pity, such a pity. If you could have been born a few years earlier, if Yu Miaozhen could have been born a few years later, if... It's not enough now. This sword technique is still a little short, really just a little short."

He scratched his hair vigorously.

No one who realized they had missed out on a fortune was as regretful as he was now.

An Qingwan said, "Indeed, I was just a little bit short, just a little bit short, and I could have used that fifteenth sword!"