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Chapter 428 - 1 Sword Madman Leaves the Gate!

Chapter 428: Chapter 1 Sword Madman Leaves the Gate!

For some reason.

Every martial artist in the cities of Jiangnan Eighteen States, all at once felt their swords uncontrollably wailing and soaring into the sky, a murderous aura as if from weapons drawn for battle, almost plunging them into a deathlike stiffness.

In Jiangnan Eighteen States, resided the Sword Madman, Murong Longtu.

His presence rejected the advances of Ying Country and Chen Country, thus making this place one of the sacred lands for martial artists of the Martial World, where countless outlaws and felons who could not thrive in the two countries would seek refuge if they were fortunate enough to escape pursuit, as well as swordsmen from all over coming to pay homage.

The Murong Family’s Divine Weapon Mansion was famous for its ninety-seven mystical weapons known throughout the world.

This was one of only two places in the Martial World capable of forging new mystical weapons.

Apart from the mystical weapons that had been passed down through generations in the Martial World for a millennium, and the occasional breakthrough by reclusive casting masters, all mystical weapons originated from either the Murong Family or the Sword Casting Valley of Ying Country, which was firmly under the control of the Emperor of Ying, with its mystical weapons distributed among military leaders.

Therefore, the prestige of the Murong Family in the Martial World grew ever greater.

With so many martial artists having their weapons wailing in unison, it was impossible to conceal, and everyone subconsciously looked towards the most central location of Heroic Pass, their hearts surging like the bellowing blades in their scabbards—

The greatest grandmaster, the Sword Madman, had been in closed-door meditation for a long time.

Had he emerged?!!

Was the Martial World about to change?

The people within the city were already in such a state, but Mr. Siming, who had directly faced the wailing of ninety-six mystical weapons, felt darkness before his eyes and his blood churning, and if not for the absence of the Qiushui Sword in this mystical weapon formation, and if not for the old killer suddenly containing it,

Siming felt he could have been directly shaken to death by the sword sounds.

Even so, he still felt his blood curdling, as if every drop of blood in his body exploded at the same time, his head buzzing, stumbling back two steps, nearly collapsing to the ground, gasping for breath. He saw the Sword Madman slowly standing up.

Murong Longtu had been in seclusion for years, his hair and beard were already extremely long, clothes threadbare, resembling the dying, yet Siming felt a hidden sharpness in the old man, which was quickly contained. Murong Longtu had gentle eyes like jade as he extended a hand to help Siming up.

"It turns out to be you, senior."

Siming cracked a smile, "Don’t, don’t call me senior, you look even older than me."

"Just speak to me as a peer, as long as you don’t call me ’old hairy’ like in the old days."

Old Siming said irritably, "You almost killed me with your wailing."

Murong Longtu laughed and said, "My fault. But it is also you, Siming, who brought such impactful news." He stretched out his hand, his wrinkled palm looking as though forged from mystical weapons, firmly gripping Siming’s wrist, "You said, Qiushui is still alive?"

"And that poor child of mine?"

Siming let out a breath, "Yes."

"The old man has come precisely for this reason."

Sword Madman said, "Let’s go outside first."

Murong Longtu got up and pushed the door to exit, apparently the years of closed-door meditation meant less to him than the significance of those two names. The Murong Family, knowing the Family Head had emerged, naturally came to him and, obeying Murong Longtu’s command, presented him with recent news of the Martial World.

Siming set out several days before the grand ritual, rushing all the way. His martial arts were indeed no match for those old men, only by forcibly coming forth with the help of Mystic Turtle Dharma Form did he deduce that the vortex of the grand ritual entangled Li Guanyi, who was bound to have trouble.

He knew his own martial arts were not adequate, he could survive, but to extract that young man from the vortex was beyond him, so he thought of this only vitality. He ran desperately without stopping, and Murong Longtu, after examining the Martial World’s recent events,

noticed the grand ritual of Chen Country.

He saw that young man slaying the Prime Minister, saving Yue Pengwu, and then storming into the State City.

Li Guanyi had hidden his real name for ten years; this name was not the milk name or formal name he received at birth. Logically, Murong Longtu shouldn’t know his current name, but the old man with disheveled hair and beard instantly laughed upon scanning the line of text:

"Such audacity is of my bloodline!"

"This Li Guanyi is my great-grandson."

Siming grinned, "You’re so sure?"

Sword Madman countered, "Isn’t he?"

Siming helplessly said, "...You’re right, it is him."

Old Siming looked at the records and felt his forehead twitching. He had originally planned on having Sword Madman extract Li Guanyi from the vortex of the grand ritual, but unexpectedly, the young man had directly turned the table over and then fled all the way.

He had beaten Tantai, saved Yue Pengwu, and even kicked a huge hole through Guan Yi City.

Siming still remembered how he felt when he first heard this news.

Hey, this youngster.

So, the elder slowed down, knowing that his purpose in seeking Sword Madman was to have him extract Li Guanyi back to Jiangnan Eighteen States—although Xue Daoyong had subdued the Court, various aristocratic families were still spreading rumors, claiming that the Qilin was lost, and that the Qilin was related to Li Guanyi.

Though these people were not exactly spreading rumors.

In the Martial World, there were too many lawless individuals.

Even less so than in the Court, where the nobles adhered to some semblance of rules.

Siming sighed.

Sword Madman asked, "Senior, why not come earlier?"

Siming rolled his eyes, swearing, "Come earlier? Don’t you know what this place is? You old bastard went mad back then, chasing the vanguard armies of two nations all by yourself, ultimately making this state renounce Chen Country without submitting to Ying Country, forcibly turning into a crucial gateway between the two nations."