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Chapter 617 - 50: Sword Madman Draws His Sword, Mystical Weapon Ninety-Seven!_3

Chapter 617: Chapter 50: Sword Madman Draws His Sword, Mystical Weapon Ninety-Seven!_3

At last, the two sides would converge in Central State.

Mr. Siming was dumbstruck by this.

As Ling Pingyang and others went to prepare, the Green Robed Sword Madman finally told Li Guanyi the reason. Holding a cup of tea, he gazed into the distance, saying, "Jiang Su is there, Ying Country’s Grandmaster, the world’s number one Divine General, and also a Martial Arts Legend you don’t know about."

"I’ve pretty much figured out how your poison came to be, Fei Xin’s Blood. There are only a few in Ying Country who could employ it. The Emperor of Ying Country doesn’t like to use poison, but that old fogey Jiang Su doesn’t care about such things; he uses whatever techniques work."

"To harm my granddaughter, even if we can’t have a satisfying fight this time..."

"...we must draw our swords nonetheless."

"I said I would detoxify you."

The Green Robed Sword Madman looked at Li Guanyi, smiled warmly, and tousled the young man’s hair, saying, "But as swordsmen detoxifying, how could we do it as others do, seeking this Divine Doctor or that Divine Doctor? After knocking on the door, one still has to act like a groveling grandchild begging them."

"It’s reasonable to seek a doctor’s help with detoxification, but there’s also another method."

"A method that requires no begging."

The Green Robed Sword Madman said softly:

"We’ll go directly to the Imperial Palace of Ying Country and demand it."

Siming couldn’t hold back his mouthful of tea and started coughing violently.

His face turned red from the coughing.

Staring at the Sword Madman, he felt his scalp tingle. This time, it wasn’t just the Mystic Turtle Dharma Form wanting to escape; Old Siming himself wanted to run, but paralyzed with the gaze of Murong Longtu, he couldn’t move his legs and escape.

Damn, I knew it, I just knew it!

Old Siming just felt a shiver in his heart.

How could I have let my guard down just because this old fellow has been in a good mood lately? Murong Longtu was a person on the verge of old age, and moreover, one who once believed he had lost all his direct relatives and thus detached himself from desires and emotions.

An old man of such age, upon encountering the child he thought he had lost and now regained, would naturally be exceedingly comforted, his heart much appeased.

But he was also the Sword Madman.

He was that madman who carried a crazy reputation for 200 years.

Such a person, such an old fellow, when saying he wanted to bring Li Guanyi into the Martial World to detoxify, how could I really think he meant to ’detoxify’? With what shall we detoxify?

With an antidote, of course!

Where’s the antidote?

In the Imperial Palace of Ying Country!

Alas, Sword Madman, can I opt out of this?

Is it still possible to back out now?

Siming saw a trace of astonishment on Li Guanyi’s face, then saw the young man smiling and saying, "Wherever Grandpa goes, Guanyi will accompany you!"

Therefore, the Sword Madman laughed heartily, filled with unrestrained passion: "Good!"

The old Sword Madman walked with Li Guanyi in the Murong Family, showing him the places where Li Guanyi’s mother once lived, and finally, he brought Li Guanyi to the place where he once underwent seclusion—a place where willow trees created shade, and a crude wooden sword lay untouched.

The wooden sword was roughly made, like a crude block carved with stones.

Now, the sword point rested on the ground, leaning against a wooden stake, its surroundings overgrown with weeds. On its hilt, two birds played, presenting a peaceful scene. Curious, Li Guanyi asked, "Was this sword used by my mother before?"

The Green Robed Sword Madman looked at the wooden sword, his expression warm: "No, this sword is from my youth. Back then, the Murong Family was quite different from now..." The Sword Madman sat down, and Li Guanyi learned that the Murong Family from before was merely an aristocratic family that was exterminated for forging treasured swords.

Murong Longtu gazed at the wooden sword, saying, "This was the first sword I made myself. My father was a gentle man, with profound skills in sword making, and even purer intentions. He crafted swords but did not wield them, saying that in such troubled times, swordsmen would die quickly, while a swordsmith could be different."

"He believed that if the skills to craft mystical weapons and the power to wield them existed simultaneously, it would attract the hostility of the whole world. Thus, to weaken oneself to preserve the family would never be wrong. But that was 300 years ago."

"During the divided and chaotic times, when the Red Emperor’s lineage had lost their grip on power and aristocratic families thrived."

"Because vassals didn’t obey the king and established their own nations, even the order within the Martial World collapsed. The norms my father used to abide by were shattered. Our family was almost exterminated, and I was left alone..."

"In my youth, my father wouldn’t allow me to use steel swords that we forged. After a beating, I took a sharp stone and little by little, chiseled a tree’s heart, originally meant as firewood, into the semblance of a sword, thus creating this wooden sword."

"I was five years old then. Wielding this makeshift wooden sword that barely resembled a real one, I felt that I would definitely become the world’s greatest swordsman."

"Later, I slew all the Sword Sects that had plundered from my Murong Family, reclaiming our rightful swords. But in the Martial World, chaos reigned, where were the rules? I killed those who stole our family’s swords, but among them were friends, brothers."

"They called me a demon. They sought revenge for their friends and brothers, and came to kill me."

"In the end, I wielded mystical weapons and flattened all Sword Sects in both Jiangnan and the Central Plains."

"Over the span of 60 years... when I looked back, the Sword Dao had gone through several generations of change."

"I had mastered ninety-seven mystical weapons."

"Yet since childhood, I never again held this wooden sword."

Murong Longtu looked at the sword as the two birds groomed each other. The sword showed no sharpness at all; he smiled, stood up, and patted Li Guanyi on the shoulder. Murong Longtu shared his past with Li Guanyi, and as if unburdening himself of something weighty, he moved with an unhurried step.