Peace Order
Chapter 620 - 51: The Transformation of Sword Madman, Arrival of the Qilin Army_2

Chapter 620: Chapter 51: The Transformation of Sword Madman, Arrival of the Qilin Army_2

A figure in a green robe entered the gate.

The sway of his garment lightly stirred, pulling Elder Bai’s aged memories back to the distant past when he was but a child and the name of the Galaxy Sword Sect echoed far and wide, boasting three Grandmasters among its swordsmen.

They were chivalrous and famous throughout the land!

That day he had been listening to his master and senior brother teach him the initial cultivation techniques, when he saw that swordsman in green robes arrive at the gate. It was a tale from after Sword Madman had become famous far and wide, yet blood feuds were relentless, sweeping across the Martial World like a vortex.

The lineage of the Sword Madman was annihilated in its youth, and the Sect’s Elder seemed to be involved as well.

After the truth surfaced,

Sword Madman set out with his sword onto the mountains, embodying the arrogant nature known from sixty years ago.

All of the swordsmen from the Galaxy Sword Sect were defeated by him; following the breaking of the Sect Master’s sword, he committed suicide by drinking his own sword, becoming a legend in the Martial World, the nightmare of swordsmen, and the reason why Elder Bai dared not leave this place for so many years: "It’s you, you, you!!!"

Sword Madman’s group had already entered the territory of Ying Country. This green-robed old man came here alone. Li Guanyi did not know the old man’s purpose, but with Sword Madman’s skills, no one could harm him whatsoever. Meanwhile, Li Guanyi had already gone ahead with Shaking Light to find Yuan Zhi’s mother.

Elder Bai suddenly straightened up, the fisher turned to grab the fishing rod; in that instant, he seemed to possess the sharpness of a swordsman, yet he stared at Sword Madman, who bore no weapons, without the courage to even move once.

Murong Longtu glancing over Bai Yuanfu’s shoulder, said,

"The Sword Manual of the Galaxy Sword Sect, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this Inner Qi."

An invisible burst of Sword Qi shot out.

The grass hut trembled, and something leaning against the wall shook, dislodging the overgrown weeds.

They revealed four characters dancing powerfully.

[Sword Energy Soaring]!

Each stroke of those four characters carried a world-shattering vigor, as if done by a top swordsman striking with his sword.

Bai Yuanfu stood firm in front of the plaque, his eyes reddening, his voice hoarse as he gritted his teeth, "Sword Madman, are you here to trample over us once more? Green Robed Sword Madman, undefeated under the heavens, we are no match for you, even our sword accessories were taken by you, what now?!"

Murong Longtu, looking at Bai Yuanfu who seemed much older before him, said, "Swordsman?"

Bai Yuanfu breathed heavily; he gripped the fishing rod in his hand, but how could that be considered a sword, yet he did not step back. As a child hidden away by his masters, he watched Sword Madman rampage unchecked, covering his mouth, afraid to speak.

Only five years old, he had hidden for three days and nights before barely managing to bring down this plaque.

My Galaxy Sword Sect, Galaxy Sword Sect...

He clutched the bamboo pole tightly in front of him.

The sound of sword jingling arose.

The Green Robed Sword Madman stood with his hands behind his back, in the void, a long sword levitated, its blade as radiant as the boundless cosmos, reminiscent of the past, yet this mystical weapon hovered beside Sword Madman.

Tears streamed down Bai Yuanfu’s face, his old trembling hands slowly lifted the bamboo pole.

The hand that caught no fish was now as firm as iron.

Just like the masters of the past, the swordsmen who went to their deaths.

It was just a bamboo pole, raised, pointing towards the insurmountable mountains of the Sword Dao. At this moment, Bai Yuanfu seemed to return to that long-ago time when he was the fearful, hidden child of five.

As if the scenes tormenting his memory opened up, young and old voices echoed at the same time:

"Galaxy Sword Sect, the last disciple."

"Bai Yuanfu."

"Please teach me!"

The old man, who refused to die from old age, and the child from eighty years ago, drew their swords together.

His eyes red, he lunged forward at the Green Robed Sword Madman, but he was too young at that time, he had not yet been taught the swordsmanship of the Galaxy Sword Sect, and staggered forward to strike, the Green Robed Sword Madman lifting his finger.

The mystical weapon of the Galaxy Sword Sect whistled, leaving its scabbard.

Transforming into a vast expanse like the Milky Way, it slashed towards Bai Yuanfu, who roared as he thrust the bamboo pole forward, his face streaming with tears, guiltless, waiting for death calmly.

But the brilliant sword light like the radiant stars descended yet did not harm him.

Bai Yuanfu looked up, seeing the mystical weapon pressed against his forehead whistling, Sword Madman’s palm resting on the blade, his fingers joined, lightly brushing over the blade, "Galaxy Sword, this lineage of yours, a mystical weapon."

Murong Longtu lowered his gaze, sweeping his sleeves.

Mystical weapon returned to its scabbard!

It landed back in Bai Yuanfu’s hands, whistling softly, like an old friend sighing lightly. The Green Robed Sword Madman turned around, the Grandmaster known across the world for mastering ninety-seven mystical weapons softly said, "Returned."

Holding the mystical weapon, Bai Yuanfu didn’t know what to say; the blade brimmed with a sharp energy, others dared not touch it. Just then, suddenly came a loud shout, "What are you doing!!!"

Bai Yuanfu, startled, saw the child had returned with pork and some cold dishes. Bai Mao’er saw his grandfather sitting there, crying intensely. Noticing the green-robed old man standing there, the boy pulled by Bai Yuanfu from the middle of the river widened his eyes.

He drew his own toy wooden sword, pointing it at that unmatched swordsman.

Then shouted, "Don’t bully my grandpa!"

Bai Mao’er strode over, ignoring Bai Yuanfu’s exclamation, and struck with his wooden sword at the Green Robed Sword Madman, hitting him.

Bai Yuanfu was stunned.

Murong Longtu, took a step back!

That Sword Madman, who alone had blocked the world’s swords for two hundred years, breaking the Sword Dao for sixty years, now retreated under the assault of this wooden sword, Bai Yuanfu after a moment of stunned silence, hastily shouted, "Don’t fight, Bai Mao’er, Grandpa is fine, there’s nothing wrong!"