Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 116 - 99 For the Sword Maniac, For the Sword Madness (Two in One Continuous - )_2

Chapter 116: Chapter 99 For the Sword Maniac, For the Sword Madness (Two in One Continuous Chapter)_2

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Afternoon.

Gu Wen walked down from the inn intending to fetch Spiritual Wine to replenish his Heavenly Marrow. As soon as he descended the stairs, he heard the commotion below; a young girl was carrying a Sword Box that was larger than herself and, with her beautiful and lovely features, she was continuously slamming her hand on the table.

"What do you mean you’ve sold out? Do you know how far I’ve come just for a taste of Jiu Zhenjun’s Spiritual Wine? Without top-grade Meridian Wine, I’m going to die!"

Jiu Zhenjun had a helpless look on his face but continued to shake his head.

This action undoubtedly made more people start to pay attention to the Sword Box girl. After all, Jiu Zhenjun was a True Monarch with not insignificant strength. For most geniuses, surpassing Jiu Zhenjun in the future was uncertain, let alone surpassing him now.

On the contrary, this person must be within the top ten of the third rank.

Gu Wen watched from the side. Jiu Zhenjun, seeing him coming down, transmitted his voice, "Young Master Gu, this is Chi Yu Zi of the third rank, from the Sword Control Sect. This person is addicted to alcohol like it’s her life; if she knows you’ve bought all the Spiritual Wine, she will definitely trouble you."

She was third on the superiority ranking, an offense that Gu Wen couldn’t afford, and he didn’t want to spoil this relationship.

’It’s like speaking of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.’

Gu Wen observed the Sword Box girl, and suddenly it seemed as though she also felt his gaze. Their eyes met, each flashing a spark of sword light.

Sword Dao Dharma, Sixth and Fifth Levels fulfilled.

The Sword Box girl tilted her head, puzzled, "I don’t think I’ve seen you before, cultivator of the Yuqing Sword God."

"I am Gu Wen."

"Oh! I recognize you. Are you the genius who beheaded a True Monarch while only at the Fourth Level?"

Having a moment of realization, the Sword Box girl then circled Gu Wen, her eyes full of curiosity, "I’ve also heard that you fought to a draw with Xiao Yunyi, but I don’t find your Sword Intent particularly strong. Could it be that Xiao Yunyi has grown so weak that even you can match him?"

Upon hearing this, Jiu Zhenjun felt a bit uneasy, worried that the two would start fighting.

This prime talent from the Sword Control Sect was indeed as arrogant and unruly as rumored, a fierce woman fond of drinking and killing, with numerous lives taken under her sword. And Gu Wen was a complete maniac himself; it seemed inevitable that the two would clash.

However, there was not a hint of shame or annoyance on Gu Wen’s face; instead, he slightly bowed and said, "My Sword Dao is too mediocre to catch Fellow Daoist’s eye, but may I have the honor of learning from you?"

"You want to learn from me?"

Chi Yu Zi seemed surprised, pointing at herself, as this was the first time a peer had asked to learn her Sword Dao.

"Of course," Gu Wen nodded affirmatively, paying no mind to the glances of those around them.

"You really are an odd one."

Chi Yu Zi scratched her short hair, then asked, "Do you have any wine? If you have wine, I will teach you."

"Of course."

Gu Wen had obtained two jars of top-grade Meridian Wine from Jiu Zhenjun, which made the Sword Box girl’s eyes light up. She grabbed a jar and started chugging it down. Afterward, the two found a spot on the ground floor and drank jar after jar, with wine jars piling up around them.

As more and more wine was consumed, the conversation between Gu Wen and the Sword Box girl became even more fervent.

It had been long since the Sword Box girl had met someone she could talk to so freely, someone who understood both alcohol and the sword, and who spoke pleasantly.

Her pretty face flushed and with a charmingly straightforward smile, she slapped her flat chest and said, "Hee hee, Fellow Daoist Red Dust and I truly hit it off like a house on fire, I regret not having met you sooner!"

Naturally, this was intentionally manipulated by Gu Wen, who as a former merchant had never been lacking in social skills. These talents were people, after all, conversing with pride, often leading to direct confrontations.

But as a ’True Friend,’ speaking agreeably with them and affirming their opinions, how could they not feel an instant connection?

Other unparalleled geniuses on the inn’s ground floor watched and felt tempted to make their acquaintance.

They all recognized the Sword Box girl, the Saint Daughter of the Daoist Sword Control, Chi Yu Zi, third on the rank list, once controlling thousands of spiritual swords singlehandedly. Had it not been for Yu Hua’s presence, she would have been the foremost woman in the Daoist faction.

"Fellow Daoists, I too have a fondness for alcohol; may I join you?" asked a young man with a high ponytail and a smart appearance as he approached.

Gu Wen paused, holding his wine cup, smiling silently. Geniuses always attracted each other; talents like a black hole drawing in everyone, basked in the glory of their peers.

But every talent held an air of pride, and were quite spirited. Although their conversation was brief, he could sense the Saint Daughter of the Sword Control Sect was filled with immense pride.

She was amiable because of his identity, and also because his practice of the Yuqing Sword Skill was at the Sixth Level, only one dharma form behind her.

He looked towards Chi Yu Zi, only to hear a faint sword hum spread out.

Chi Yu Zi, half-drunk, finished off a large bowl of wine with her head thrown back and then glanced at the man, "You want to drink with me?"

"Indeed, I am twentieth on the rank..."

Before he finished his sentence, Chi Yu Zi cut him off, "Take my sword strike; otherwise, get lost. You haven’t even reached the Sword God realm yet, and you think you’re worthy to drink with me?"

The genius who claimed to be twentieth on the ranks instantly turned a mix of red and pale; how could he tolerate such an insult? Clenching his teeth violently, he said, "Please bestow your guidance, Fellow Daoist."

Clang!

A spiritual sword flew out of the box, aiming at the man’s head. His complexion changed drastically as he burst backward and flew out of the inn, but in that same instant, the spiritual sword was already at his throat.

The outcome was determined in a mere breath, yet the verdict between life and death had not fallen.

The young talent’s face was stiff, not daring to move an inch, disbelief filled his eyes. After shedding a single drop of blood as the spiritual sword pressed slightly forward, he said bitterly, "I concede."

Swoosh!

The spiritual sword returned to the Sword Box, and from that sight, Gu Wen glimpsed a cosmos within, filled with countless spiritual swords.