Peace Order
Chapter 651 - 59: Plotting for Oneself, Plotting for the World, Divine Sword, Divine General

Chapter 651: Chapter 59: Plotting for Oneself, Plotting for the World, Divine Sword, Divine General

Murong Longtu’s challenge to the Martial World quickly spread throughout the land.

On the day Sword Madman left, a storm had already been stirred. Martial Artists from all factions started to move, and even many swordsmen who lived in seclusion appeared from their hiding places, ready to head towards the Academy.

They were all eager to witness this grand event, a spectacle of Martial Arts practitioners from ancient times to the present.

The World’s First Building crafted a tablet from Green Steel Jade, a material used to forge mystical and Divine Weapons, and placed it at its entrance. Only those Martial Artists who could leave a mark on this Green Steel Jade were qualified to enter the Academy to observe closely.

This required martial prowess capable of destroying weapons of Xuanbing level.

Thus, the fervor cooled down somewhat, but even so, these swordsmen and Martial Artists still headed towards the borders of Central State, eager to witness the fierce Sword Intent and Sword Qi, even if from a distance.

For these Martial Artists and Rangers.

If they missed such an opportunity.

They would be the ones to sit up in bed at the age of eighty, slam their fist on the mattress, slap themselves, and loudly curse.

In these three hundred years, Central State had never before been so bustling and lively.

Heroes and Overlords from all over were coming, the Emperor was making a royal tour.

The Grandmasters and legends of the Martial World were coming here, to challenge the Martial World.

The students of the Academy waited for all this to happen, while the Martial Artists of the Martial World were also about to swarm in, blending the martial and the literary in unprecedented harmony.

During these days, the gates of the city where the Central State Academy was located saw an endless stream of visitors.

The newly opened Changfeng Building made a fortune.

There were people from the Western Regions wielding slender swords; there were swordsmen from Central Earth, Buddhists, and Taoists, creating an extraordinarily lively scene. If it weren’t for the Tower Master of the World’s First Building directly using materials for mystical and Divine Weapons for the assessment, these ordinary Martial Artists would definitely use every trick in the book to get as close as possible to watch the battle.

Grandmaster Level Martial Artists, with every gesture, could manifest their Dharma Form, stir the Primordial Qi, and, powerful enough to shatter mountains and sever rivers, permanently change a region’s environment. Ordinary Martial Artists, let alone clashing with a Grandmaster Level opponent, betting their lives just by watching was necessary.

But these Martial Artists would absolutely do such a thing.

Die?

What a joke!

Being able to witness such a legendary battle with Grandmasters, even death would be worth it.

The only concern was whether these lofty Grandmasters and legends would accept the challenge.

This worry was dispelled the very next day.

Three cracks appeared on the Green Jade Tablet placed outside the World’s First Building.

One was a calm "Dao" character.

One was a mark left by the edge of a spear.

At the highest point, on this Divine Weapon-level material, a winter plum blossomed against the fierce summer day.

The Taoist Sect, the Military God, and the Longevity had arrived as invited.

Even though they were from All Schools, they were still Martial Artists. All Martial Artists possess a bit of fierceness; as Grandmasters, they also have a bit of arrogance. The next day, ten Grandmaster Level marks appeared on this Green Jade Tablet.

By the third day, there were over thirty.

Far exceeding the number invited by Sword Madman, all the hidden Martial Artists from the Martial World came to witness or participate in this battle which was destined to go down in history. Some students were worried that such a large gathering, involving various factions, schools, the righteous and the wicked, might disrupt the order of the Academy and affect its Literary Energy.

Gongyang Su Wang of the Academy laughed heartily and said, "The Academy is a place for learning, for studying literature and martial arts, all are on the Righteous path, and moreover—"

The contemporary Gongyang Su Wang sighed, looked around with a smile, naturally at ease, and said, "We must let the younger generations know our elegance."

"Having friends coming from afar, what joy it is."

"Murong Longtu, come forth!"

"Martial World, come forth!"

On that day, all six gates of the Academy were open.

Taoist Innate, Confucian Masters.

Central Heaven, living Buddhas of Central Earth.

Master Mo’s weapons, all embedded in the roads before the six gates of the Academy, stirred an overwhelming military and Martial World aura, filling not just the Academy but the entirety of Central State. Suddenly, many green-robed swordsmen appeared among the crowds.

Eight hundred years of joy in the Martial World, now reaching its climax, had long been talked about; this was going to be the biggest event in the entire Martial World. Only in Jiangnan, within the Murong Family, did Qiushui, who stayed behind, sit in quiet after hearing the news.

Qiushui’s zither music was in disarray.

"Grandfather is going."

This young woman, renowned in her youth for her zither music, softly spoke with unspeakable grief. Her palm rested on the strings, yet for a moment she could not pluck them, nor produce any sound. She understood Murong Longtu.

Some men come into this world not seeking to live.

They await how they are to die.

Death is not the endpoint.

Qiushui hugged her zither, her heart tumultuous. While the Martial World reverently awaited the battle, admiring Sword Madman’s time, to her, he was still the grandfather who had carried her on his back during springtime walks through Jiangnan, picking flowers.

Yet she also clearly knew what kind of man Murong Longtu was. He longed for familial love, but that was not all there was to him.

Qiushui walked around the Murong family residence, finally stopping at the courtyard door, but then, in a daze, she thought back to her childhood, when the Green Robed Swordsman would let her sit on his shoulders, playing like an ordinary elder with a child.

Back then, Murong Longtu was still tall, with a gentle smile, not at all like the rampant, domineering top swordsman described in legends. He would use his sword-wielding hand to hold dolls, playing with his granddaughter and step-granddaughter.