The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Even after witnessing An Qingwan kill the Ironclad Ancestor with a single sword strike in the Ironclad Gang's ancestral hall, Hu Bugui still didn't believe An Qingwan was a match for Huanxi Daoren.

An Qingwan killed the Iron-Clad Ancestor with just one sword strike, but the Iron-Clad Ancestor had already gone mad by then and was also stabbed in the abdomen by Shen Zhao.

In the end, An Qingwan was just too young.

Hu Bugui believed that if An Qingwan were given another five years, she would definitely be able to defeat Huanxi Daoren.

It's normal for him to think that way.

Because there has never been a special person like An Qingwan in this martial arts world.

He still believed that An Qingwan could hold off Huanxi Daoren, but the others had no confidence at all.

As Hu Bugui and Lan Xiaogu took action to entangle the flower slaves summoned by Huanxi Daoren, the last rays of the setting sun sank into the lake.

The moon that night was not full, but rather a crescent.

The moon that night was not bright, but rather dark and shrouded in mist.

But it is precisely this hook-like shape that accentuates the somber atmosphere.

There was no one else in An Qingwan's eyes.

There was no one else in the eyes of the Joyful Taoist.

The Joyful Taoist spoke first: "Draw your sword."

An Qingwan straightened her sword.

She didn't know what the Joyful Taoist was waiting for.

All she knew was that she was waiting for the Taoist of Joy to bring out his hidden trump card.

With those flower slaves already standing up, she had no more worries.

This is not the final battle at the Forbidden City, nor is it a fateful battle between sword gods.

There's no need to be calm and collected here, nor is there any need to worry about honor.

An Qingwan drew her sword.

The moonlight condensed into a radiant glow on the sword's edge.

With a dragon's roar, sword energy soared into the sky.

In fact, the moment he heard the dragon's roar, the Joyful Taoist knew he was wrong.

But people always have to pay for their mistakes; there's no going back.

An Qingwan's person and An Qingwan's sword have become one.

The sword light flew up, like a startled flash of lightning, like a rainbow traversing the sky, descending from the seven-zhang-high wooden tower, and piercing towards the Joyful Taoist.

When the sword was thrust out, everyone on the ground stopped what they were doing at the same time.

The starlight seemed to vanish in that instant, and the lights reflected on the lake sank into the deep night.

Only the sword.

Only the light of swords.

There was only sword energy stretching several feet in length and width.

No one can measure the speed of this sword strike, nor can anyone describe its brilliance.

For the first time in eighteen years, the Joyful Taoist had witnessed such a terrifying sword strike.

He had always considered himself a banished immortal, until today, when he witnessed a true celestial being descending from the heavens!

He stretched out his hand, holding an iron whisk.

He tried to block the sword.

Then, everyone saw that the iron whisk turned into flying debris in the sword light, and a bloody hole appeared on the right shoulder of the Happy Taoist, from which blood flowed out.

He is still alive.

But he was unhappy living.

Because he lost one hand, most of his once-proud martial arts skills were gone.

"I told you, you're too confident."

PS: 2.5k.

Thank you to Night Sky's Magic Book Linfus for the Golden Treasure Chest! Also, thank you to Sanzhen Seafood, Sheep Village Chief, and Frosty Moon Shadow for the donations, and to Night Wind Feather, Watching the Songstress, Book Guest 1965874, Heaven and Earth Avenue, Yi Yiling, and Qi Ye's Feather for the blades.

The treasure chest will be added later, but it can't be added today. For the next period of time, we will maintain an update of more than 6000 words per day (unless there are any unexpected events, in which case we will explain in advance).

Let's create the group tomorrow; it'll be harder to get group join requests approved if we create it today.

The initial order results are better than I expected. I originally thought 800 would be good, but now it looks like it should reach around 1100. Thank you all for your support!

I need to tidy up the outline a bit tomorrow morning, so the first chapter might be updated a little later than usual around 3 PM.

Fifty-two winds blow for ten thousand miles, the sword immortal An Qingwan [3k]

The night is deeper.

The night is as cold as water.

It sinks like a stone in water.

The vast expanse of blue waves, the floating clouds stretching for miles, the boundless reeds—everything seemed to freeze in place because of An Qingwan's sword strike.

Everyone present was a member of the martial arts world.

From the day they entered the martial arts world, they had seen and experienced many fights.

In their view, the struggles among people in the martial arts world are about swords flashing, blood flying, and the flow of desires; in short, they have nothing to do with beauty.

But it wasn't until just now that they realized they were wrong.

An Qingwan's sword strike was less a sword move and more like a meticulously choreographed grand dance accompanied by towering towers, the bright moon, and azure waves.

She was ethereal and otherworldly beautiful.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her hands, her feet, her waist, her lips... everything about her was so perfect in that dazzling and brilliant sword light that not a single flaw could be found.

Even those blind eyes seemed perfectly suited to the occasion.

If her eyes were as bright as the moon, would she, like the legendary "dotting the eyes of a dragon," ride a sword and fly directly into the Jade Capital?

"Why didn't you just kill me with one sword?"

The Taoist priest's throat bobbed, emitting a hoarse sound that was unlike that of a human.

This is a problem that not only puzzles him.

Everyone around, including Lan Xiaogu, Hu Bugui, and the flower slaves, was completely puzzled.

An Qingwan's sword strike was beyond imagination.

No one expected her to be able to use such swordsmanship.

Even the Joyful Taoist hadn't expected this.

Therefore, he was destined to die.

But after breaking through Huanxi Daoren's defenses, An Qingwan deflected her sword, directing the blade that was meant to pierce his throat towards his collarbone.

why?

An Qingwan said calmly, "Because you are not the true Daoist of Joy."

The crowd was in a commotion.

The entire venue seemed to suddenly transform into a pot of boiling water.

Not to mention the onlookers who were already clueless, even the flower slaves of the Joyful Taoist couldn't help but exclaim, "What?"

Not the real Huanxi Daoist?

That's already a strange statement.

The Joyful Taoist's answer was even more chilling: "How did you figure that out?"

An Qingwan said, "You don't know how to use a whisk. A whisk in your hands is no different from an ornament."

The Joyful Taoist said, "This is indeed a flaw, and most people wouldn't be able to see it, but that's not enough to prove that I'm not the real Joyful Taoist."

An Qingwan said, "You are too weak."

The Joyful Taoist was taken aback: "Am I too weak?"

He had imagined many answers in his mind, but this was the only one he had never thought of.

How can he be labeled as weak?

When he saw the sword in An Qingwan's hand, he fell silent.

She always had a point, because her sword was more justified than anyone else's.

An Qingwan said, "You were able to defeat the Iron-Clad Ancestor, but based on the strength you just displayed, you could not possibly kill the Great Hero of Guanzhong, let alone defeat the Grand Eunuch from the late emperor's era."

The strength of the Kansai hero and the Grand Eunuch is traceable, so even if she has never seen them, or even if she has only heard of them, she can roughly analyze their abilities.

"The Joyful Taoist" said, "That's right, I am not the real Joyful Taoist."

An Qingwan asked, "Who are you?"

The fake-happy Taoist said, "I am his substitute."

An Qingwan asked, "A stand-in?"

Yes.

Counterfeits are a good thing!

The Taoist priest feigning joy said, "Aren't you surprised?"

An Qingwan said, "Why should I be surprised?"

The Taoist priest feigning joy said, "They were all very surprised."

An Qingwan said, "I'm not surprised. I knew all along that Daoist Huanxi was a smart man."

The Taoist priest feigning joy asked, "How did you know?"

An Qingwan said, "A truly arrogant person would never use such methods to deal with me. Since he did, it means that Huanxi Daoren's arrogance is all an act."

The Fake Joyful Taoist sighed, "You are the second most terrifying person I have ever met in this world."

An Qingwan said, "Is the most terrifying person the true Joyful Daoist?"

The fake-happy Taoist nodded: "That's right."

An Qingwan smiled and said, "I'm starting to get interested in the real Daoist Huanxi."

The Taoist priest who feigned joy said, "You'd better not be interested in him, and you'd better hope that he's not interested in you."

An Qingwan remained noncommittal: "How did you become his substitute?"

The Fake Joyful Taoist said, "When we were still in the capital, he and I worked as henchmen in the same gambling den. One day, he suddenly asked me if I wanted to go with him to do things for the Grand Eunuch, where there was endless wealth. So I went."

An Qingwan asked, "You're doing this for the money?"

The Taoist priest who feigned joy said, "Money is a good thing, and many people like money."

An Qingwan asked, "Why did he contact you?"

The Taoist priest feigned joy said, "Because I saved his life."

An Qingwan asked, "What kind of person is he?"