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Chapter 643 - 57 Opening the Path of the Martial World, Second to None Among the Scholars

Chapter 643: Chapter 57 Opening the Path of the Martial World, Second to None Among the Scholars

Martial Arts Legend, a existence that transcends the realm of Grandmasters and has shattered the barriers ahead, within this vast world, numerous conflicts arose, countless heroes of troubled times, those who could be called legends in the past, were no more than four people.

And now, Murong Longtu had broken the body of the invincible military god and had left with composure. Outside the gates of the Imperial Palace, thousands of imperial guards, clad in armor and armed with weapons, could advance no further.

Jiang Wanxiang said, "Stop here, gentlemen."

The Emperor, with a smile, said, "Today, only two have come to seek me out for a drink."

"I, too, have had quite a drunken bout."

The armored soldiers stopped in their tracks as Li Guanyi, carrying "a branch of spring" from Jiangnan, leapt from the Star-picking Tower and descended from the sky. The young man’s deep blue robe billowed, his temples slightly lifted, the Divine Charm of the Qilin moving through the air, as he landed on the ground.

Li Guanyi landed, holding a wine pot in his left hand, stretching out his right to grasp the Battle Halberd.

Lifted it.

With a movement of his wrist, rotating it once, the halberd’s edge pointed to the earth as the young man tilted his head back, took a hearty drink amidst the encirclement of thousands of armored soldiers, and walked away, carefree and composed.

It only seemed as though Li Guanyi was at ease when he walked past the area where Sword Madman had gone.

But then, with a flick of his wrist, the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd swept across that place, mystical weapons flew up one by one, rising into the air; Li Guanyi’s own Primordial Spirit emerged, barely managing with the "Jiangnan Misty Rain Tower Skills" to control these swords.

Although this young man governed a state, he also had fifty thousand mouths to feed; Li Guanyi felt as though he couldn’t call himself poor, yet life was still rather tight. These swords, Grandpa had put down in realization, but he could not throw them away.

Mystical weapon!

This damned thing is a mystical weapon!

Li Guanyi, pretending to be taking a drink, gathered up these swords, while from the Star-picking Tower came the sound of hearty laughter; Jiang Wanxiang, the old man, also climbed out from the window, laughing loudly, "Men to the left and right! Bring a large bucket!"

"Are you all blind? Don’t you hurry to help Marquis Qin Wu pick up the swords?"

"And then send them out?"

"Hahaha, Li Guanyi."

"You young lad, really stingy!"

Li Guanyi grinned and laughed, "You’re rich, would you give me a mystical weapon?"

Jiang Wanxiang waved his hand, his five fingers came together, then with a sudden sound of a sword, among the thirteen mystical weapons brought by the Valley Master of Sword Casting Valley, one suddenly burst forth in radiant light, flying out and landing in front of Jiang Wanxiang.

The sword was slender, and on its face bore the fine pattern of the Qilin.

While the back bore auspicious clouds.

"This is a sword personally forged by the Valley Master of Sword Casting Valley when I was still a Ranger, named the Qilin, frosty and sharp, even one with little Inner Qi holding this sword can cut through thirteen sets of Heavy Armor with one stroke, slicing iron as if it were mud," he said.

"It’s yours now!"

With a sweep of his robe, the mystical weapon truly landed in front of Li Guanyi.

"Wield this sword," he said.

"And come compete with me for the world!"

Jiang Wanxiang laughed heartily, his gaze swiftly passing over Ji Yanzhong.

Sword Madman Murong Longtu paused for a moment, Li Guanyi holding a Jiangnan Sword in his hand, flicked his fingers, and the sword shimmered with light; with a snap of his fingers, the sword circled from one side to the other, entering the Star-picking Tower.

With his back to him, Li Guanyi said, "If truly heroic, truly capable."

"Then carry this Jiangnan, step into Jiangnan!"

Without any hesitation, the young man picked up the Qilin Sword and really did accept a large Sword Box sent over by the guards of Ying Country. Li Guanyi counted them one by one, eventually stuffing the remaining fifty-odd mystical weapons inside.

Then, with one hand holding the Battle Halberd and the other carrying the Sword Box, he walked out from the encirclement of thousands of soldiers without any grandeur or heroic demeanor but rather like a miserly fellow, alongside Sword Madman.

Jiang Wanxiang held the sword, knowing that Li Guanyi giving him this blade was a youthful gesture of someone unwilling to admit defeat. Yet, he also knew that these words were covering the agreement between the two of them.

It was as if the two had put on a show.

The response was swift.

Jiang Wanxiang’s face held a trace of a smile, as he held the Jiangnan Sword, but with a tinge of lament, like the sigh of an elder at twilight, he said, "Qilin’er is valiant, younger generations cannot compete."

I have the Qilin, I bestow the Qilin.

Carry this Jiangnan, tread in Jiangnan.

An old man and a young one, ambitions, positions, and composure, all manifested therein.

Yet over there, Ji Yanzhong, holding the Chi Xiao Sword Box, even the Chi Xiao Sword within the box unusually quieted down, Ji Yanzhong stayed silent for a long time, holding the box, thinking of the royal family of Central State still immersed in the struggle for power, and for the first time, felt exhausted.

When the Emperor of Central State, Ji Zichang, exuberantly bestowed the title of Marquis to Li Guan in one breath,

Ji Yanzhong had some surprise.

This generous elder rarely got drunk, and the grandeur and ambition Ji Zichang showed at this moment had already been quite outstanding among the Red Emperor’s lineage over the past century. In Ji Yanzhong’s eyes, Ji Zichang, who had transformed under great pressure, was superior to Chen Dingye.

Even Prince Jiang Guang from Ying Country might not have such forthright integrity.

In those dreams after a drunken bout, he had almost thought he saw hope for the royal family, but what he witnessed today shattered all his notions. Perhaps, under peaceful times, Ji Zichang was a decent ruler of maintenance, but in these troubled times,

Without top-tier heroes, one cannot end it all.

Ji Yanzhong sighed wearily, his dream, still broken.

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Jiang Su was not severely injured, but his cultivation was affected, so he took a top-tier Spirit Pill to recuperate. He changed into the court dress and went to find Jiang Wanxiang to apologize; seeing Jiang Wanxiang still holding the Jiangnan Sword, he appeared to favor the sword quite a bit.