The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 562 - 561: Gentle Breeze Hermit!

Chapter 562: Chapter 561: Gentle Breeze Hermit!

Northern Mountain Range of the Famous Sword Manor.

This place was a mixed bag of good and bad, inhabited by heroes and the current royal families from the 700 states of Lingdong, and the frivolous sons of the nobility.

Sword Immortal Tavern was the largest pub in the Northern Mountain Range.

Last night, a breathtakingly beautiful woman, delicate as a porcelain doll, walked into the tavern.

She seated herself by the window and ordered some drinks.

She drank all night, emptying over twenty jars of wine.

"Hey, little lady, why are you drinking alone? Let me keep you company."

"Yeah, what’s the fun in drinking alone? Let us come and join you."

All night, countless men gathered around Bai Zhiyuan.

These men watched greedily as Bai Zhiyuan’s white and tender skin appeared from under her robe.

Bai Zhiyuan gave them a dismissive look and sneered, then asked, "Am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful, beautiful, certainly more beautiful than anything."

These men, one after another, piled praises on Bai Zhiyuan.

Bai Zhiyuan sneered at herself, "Then, am I pretty?"

The men said, "Of course, you are like a fairy descended from heaven."

"Hahaha." Bai Zhiyuan laughed bitterly.

Holding up a jar of wine, Bai Zhiyuan said after taking a gulp, "So what? He doesn’t like me!"

"Who wouldn’t like you? That must really be blindness! Miss, how about I keep you company for a drink?"

"After we finish, come back to my place!"

The men said with laughter.

As they spoke, the men started to move closer to Bai Zhiyuan.

"I advise you to get lost, or else, don’t complain that I show no mercy!"

At dawn, a handsome blue-robed young man, with a smile on his face like the spring, entered the tavern with a folding fan in hand, and immediately noticed Bai Zhiyuan.

He also saw the group of men surrounding Bai Zhiyuan and immediately spoke with a cold voice.

"Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that?"

"Who disturbed our delights?"

"Do you know who we are?"

Upon hearing this, the men roared in anger.

They turned around to face the speaker, "Don’t you dare underestimate us... oh, it’s you, Elder Gentle Breeze. How did you get here?"

These fierce-looking men, who were ready to rebuke the blue-robed man, were instantly intimidated when they saw his face, swallowing back their harsh words.

Gentle Breeze Hermit!

The number one Sword Cultivator of Shen Feng Kingdom!

His power was incredibly terrifying, it was said that he could stand up to the eighteen Sword Masters of the Famous Sword Manor.

The Gentle Breeze Hermit walked up to Bai Zhiyuan’s table with a warm smile, scanned the crowd, and said coldly, "You better leave if you still want to keep your heads."

"We’re leaving, we’re leaving right away!"

These men were so scared, they ran off immediately.

Only after they’d left the Gentle Breeze Hermit far behind did they grumble in disappointment, "Such a letdown, there was finally a stunning beauty, and the Gentle Breeze Hermit snatched her away from us!"

"The Gentle Breeze Hermit is notoriously lustful, this young girl probably won’t be able to escape from his grasp."

"What a pity, such a pretty girl didn’t end up in our hands!"

The men spoke regretfully.

Gentle Breeze Hermit sat down at Bai Zhiyuan’s table and asked with a smile, "Do you like drinking?"

Bai Zhiyuan, completely drunk, replied, "Yes, I do. A good drink can drown a thousand sorrows!"

Gentle Breeze Hermit laughed, "Haha, what a coincidence, I also love to drink. Why don’t we have a little drinking contest? If I win, you must go with me. What do you say?"

Still drunk, Bai Zhiyuan retorted, "Let’s talk about it if you can win."

"Great! We’ll talk once I’ve won!"

"Waiter, bring the wine!"

The Gentle Breeze Hermit was grinning broadly.

Although Bai Zhiyuan didn’t directly agree to the Gentle Breeze Hermit, the Hermit was utterly confident in his own drinking capacity.

As long as he could get Bai Zhiyuan drunk, wouldn’t she be at the Gentle Breeze Hermit’s mercy?!

One vat of wine...

Two vats of wine...

Three vats of wine...

After more than an hour, the area around Bai Zhiyuan and the Gentle Breeze Hermit was piled high with vats of wine.

Bai Zhiyuan was sprawled across the table, her eyes glazed and sleepy.

The Gentle Breeze Hermit chuckled, "I’ve won, come with me."

As he spoke, the Gentle Breeze Hermit reached out to grab Bai Zhiyuan’s arm.

Bai Zhiyuan startled and pushed the Hermit away, shouting, "Who are you and why should I go with you? You said drink and I drank, but I didn’t agree to go anywhere with you. Moreover, I’m still awake, I’m not drunk yet..."

The Gentle Breeze Hermit wasn’t annoyed, he simply smiled and said, "You’re drunk. Come with me."

Immediately, the Hermit moved forward, gripping Bai Zhiyuan’s arm.

"Let me go, let me go, you’re hurting me," she cried.

Bai Zhiyuan struggled violently, but the Hermit engaged his cultivation strength. How could Bai Zhiyuan’s weak cultivation stand a chance against the Gentle Breeze Hermit’s?

Regardless of how much Bai Zhiyuan struggled, she couldn’t break free from the Hermit’s grip.

"Oh dear, the Gentle Breeze Hermit is forcing his hand!"

"It’s over, this delicate flower is ruined."

"She’s about to be taken by the Gentle Breeze Hermit..."

The surrounding warriors, who were enjoying the show, voiced their complaints.

The Gentle Breeze Hermit’s cultivation was profound. As Shenwu Kingdom’s top-ranked Sword Cultivator, his reputation was not undeserved.

The Gentle Breeze Hermit held Bai Zhiyuan’s arm, a cruel smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, as he began to lead her out of the Sword Immortal Tavern!

"Let me go, let me go!"

Bai Zhiyuan struggled desperately.

"Let her go!"

Just as the Gentle Breeze Hermit ignored Bai Zhiyuan’s cries and was about to take her out of the Sword Immortal Tavern, there came a chilling roar from outide.

Everyone was startled and turned to look, all in anticipation to see who would dare steal a woman from the Gentle Breeze Hermit?

The crowd parted, and Lin Bai, cold fury etched on his face, strode into the Sword Immortal Tavern.

The Gentle Breeze Hermit sneered at Lin Bai, "Brother, what is your meaning?"

Lin Bai didn’t even heed the Hermit’s words. Seeing Bai Zhiyuan in a deplorable drunk state, his heart sank.

"Let her go! I’ll give you three breaths’ time to consider. After three breaths, if you’re still holding her, I’ll cut off your arm!"

Lin Bai coldly delivered his ultimatum.

The Gentle Breeze Hermit was furious, retorting, "Who do you think you are? You think you can just take my arm?"

"One!" Lin Bai looked at the Hermit coolly.

The Hermit scoffed, "Although my cultivation is not very high, I have some confidence in my sword skills. You, wanting my arm, I’m afraid that’s impossible."

"Two!" Lin Bai said, emotionless. His eyes on the Gentle Breeze Hermit were as remorseless as if he were looking at a corpse.

The Gentle Breeze Hermit chuckled, "The Famous Sword Manor has a regulation: for three months, no private fights are allowed within thousands of miles around. Anyone who violates this rule will be severely punished by the Famous Sword Manor!"

"We are still within the Mountain Gate of the Famous Sword Manor, do you dare to move against me?"

The Gentle Breeze Hermit retorted coldly.

Lin Bai was unmoved by the Hermit’s threats, his reply to the Hermit’s words was a word: "Three!"

Sheathe—

A crisp sword sound reverberated in all directions.

Cold lights emanated from the sword in the Sword Immortal Tavern.

Lin Bai had unsheathed his sword!