"Next! Allow me to introduce my Sword Spirit to everyone."

This scene.

Absurd and bizarre.

Sword Spirit?

In this world, besides the Heavenly Tier Divine Weapons, only extremely cruel secret techniques have the possibility of refining external objects into Sword Spirits.

In this world, all plants and animals, even humans, can be refined into Sword Spirits.

But this secret technique is rarely known, and the only ones who can bring it to the forefront are the Gan Jiang Mo Ye Sword. Even these two swords only have suspected Sword Spirits.

Although it is secretive.

The world recognizes one thing.

That is, as long as you possess a Sword Spirit, the grade and power of the sword will increase rapidly.

Ying Wuji's sword unexpectedly possesses a Sword Spirit. Coupled with his second-grade Spirit Embryo, he might really have the ability to protect himself.

Even the fact that his sword has a Sword Spirit is not their main concern.

The key is...

They looked at the stone tablet again.

The four characters "Han Juan" were extremely eye-catching.

The people with the Ji surname had increasingly ugly expressions: "Could it be..."

"Yes! You guessed it right!"

Ying Wuji's mouth curled up in a crazy smile, extremely arrogant: "Come out, Han Juan Beast!"

As he shouted.

A hazy gray mist suddenly emerged from the azure sword body, looking extremely eerie and terrifying.

In the next moment.

The mist slowly solidified.

Transforming into a figure that everyone was familiar with.

The current Han Juan.

His face was surrounded by black qi, looking somewhat ferocious, like a demon who had fallen into the dark path.

But this demon seemed somewhat reluctant to kill.

It seemed to still carry the lazy personality Han Juan had in his lifetime.

Han Juan helplessly glanced at Ying Wuji.

He still remembered what Ying Wuji had said to him before they set off: This is smoky makeup. When you apply it, you will turn black, and you will look very scary. You were killed by someone, so you must have hatred in your heart. Be fierce!

It seems...

He does look quite fierce.

"Han Juan!"

Everyone was shocked, especially the talented individuals with the Ji surname, as a wave of murderous intent surged in their hearts.

It seemed that the air was filled with killing intent.

But when they closed their eyes, they couldn't sense any trace of killing intent.

This Sword Spirit has already refined the killing intent to the extreme!

Han Juan really didn't die. This culprit who almost caused the destruction of the Mu Ye Stele and made the Ji surname alliance pay a heavy price actually didn't die!

Under the siege of so many experts, he actually didn't die?

And he was refined into a Sword Spirit by someone?

Although being refined into a Sword Spirit is extremely painful for a person.

But not dying is not dying!

"Huh?"

Ying Wuji was somewhat dissatisfied: "Why do you have such hostility towards my Sword Spirit? Let me advise you to be kind. In our Kingdom Li, damaging someone else's property can land you in prison! Those who glare at me, wait until I step onto the arena and defeat you!"

Nan Gongyu: "..."

Ji Sanxi: "..."

People with the Ji surname: "..."

This Sword Spirit.

Is indeed somewhat troublesome.

The people with the Ji surname exchanged glances, their expressions filled with fear. Ying Wuji himself is already a second-grade Spirit Embryo. Although under normal circumstances, a first-grade Spirit Embryo might be overwhelmed by a second-grade Spirit Embryo, Ying Wuji has been in a breakthrough for a longer time, coupled with this Sword Spirit...

Nan Gongyu took a step forward: "Young Master Wuji, please hand over Han Juan!"

Ying Wuji raised an eyebrow: "Why should I hand over my Sword Spirit to you?"

Nan Gongyu coldly snorted: "Han Juan is the culprit who almost caused the collapse of the Mu Ye Stele. The Mu Ye Stele is not only a treasure of the Central Plains, but also the foundation of the Zhou royal family. All the Lords of the world have the obligation to protect it.

Han Juan has committed such a serious crime.

His soul should be destroyed!"

Ying Wuji pondered for a moment: "It's still Nan Gong brother. You remember the laws of the Zhou royal family so clearly! Come, Nan Gong brother, tell me, where is it written in the law that destroying the Mu Ye Stele leads to the destruction of the soul?"

Nan Gongyu's expression became solemn: "If it exists, it exists. The laws of the Great Zhou are as vast as the sea of smoke. Even if I point out where it is, can you find it? I came to this place to participate in the Immortal Sword Conference. How could I carry the laws of the Great Zhou with me?"

"No problem, I brought it!"

Ying Wuji smiled: "Someone! Bring the laws of the Great Zhou for Nan Gong brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, a eunuch brought a three-foot-tall, two-foot-wide, and one-foot-thick "Laws and Punishments of the Great Zhou" over.

With a "thud," it was placed on the ground.

Ying Wuji said: "Search!"

Nan Gongyu: "???"

Everyone: "..."

Nan Gongyu's expression became somewhat unnatural. Indeed, destroying the Mu Ye Stele is a serious crime, and there is indeed a basis in the law.

But in the world, there is almost no one who can separate their soul from their body and be reborn.

Even if there is, it is definitely an inhumane torture.

When a person loses their dignity, they no longer have any dignity.

So the most severe punishment in the entire legal system of the Great Zhou is at most being quartered by five horses.It was obvious that Han Juan was not needed.

But he quickly came up with a countermeasure.

He frowned and said, "The Immortal Welcoming Ceremony is approaching. When will you find him? Whether it's annihilating his soul or dismembering him, Han Juan has committed a heinous crime that has harmed the world. It is unquestionable to hand him over to the Zhou royal family. I ask Young Master Wuji to hand over the criminal."

Ying Wuji sneered, "What nonsense are you talking about? The Zhou Emperor has appointed lords to govern the world on his behalf. You are responsible for the care of the Muye Stele, and its destruction within the borders of my Li Kingdom is naturally subject to Li Kingdom's laws. Do you think I am so cruel that I enjoy turning people into sword spirits? It's all because you useless people failed to take care of your duties. If this villain escaped, wouldn't it be a disgrace for our Li Kingdom? It would be a disgrace for all of you who consider yourselves relatives of the Zhou Emperor! I, Ying Wuji, detest evil. I chased the culprit for thousands of miles and tortured him in every way. I risked being despised by the world and used secret techniques to turn him into a sword spirit. This barely saved the face of the Zhou royal family. And yet, you useless people still want to take credit? It's already lenient of me not to charge you with the crime of negligence according to the laws of the Great Li. Do you still want to rob others of their belongings? Aren't you afraid of facing even greater punishment?"

Everyone: "Hiss..."

How could he make such a righteous argument?

Nangong Yu couldn't hold back anymore and said, "This is utter nonsense! When did it become your turn to pass judgment on us?"

Ying Wuji glanced at him and said, "The appointment of lords to govern the world represents the will of the Zhou Emperor. The laws of each country represent the authority of the Zhou Emperor in different regions. Your Nangong family is really audacious, daring to offend the authority of the Zhou Emperor?"

Nangong Yu: "..."

Sometimes, even when Ying Wuji was in the wrong, he could still make it sound like he was in the right.

Now it was indeed inappropriate to hold someone else's sword spirit, and it was indeed a bit boring.

Ying Wuji glanced at everyone and smiled faintly, "What? Is there anyone else who wants to challenge the authority of the Zhou Emperor?"

"Tsk!"

The people with the surname Ji turned and dispersed.

They couldn't retrieve the sword spirit anymore.

Ying Wuji could even bring up the tiger skin of the Zhou Emperor and use it as a coat. Both emotionally and logically, they couldn't do anything to him.

After all, turning someone into a sword spirit was an extremely brutal method, and the sword spirit that was refined belonged to private property, or at worst, the property of the Li royal family. No one could openly snatch it.

Of course, there was something fishy about this.

With a little thought, one could figure out that the one who benefited the most from the destruction of the Muye Stele was the Li royal family!

It could only be the Li royal family!

Han Juan helped the Li royal family and then turned into the sword spirit of the Li's son-in-law.

How could such a coincidence happen in the world?

There were probably many dirty transactions that couldn't be seen!

This could become a reason for the world to rise up against the Zhao family.

But before finding evidence, no one could act rashly.

And this evidence... was probably impossible to find.

Now, what they should do most was to figure out how to punish Ying Wuji, who possessed the sword spirit.

"Brother Ying! Are you selling this sword spirit?"

Mi Xingli approached with a smile, her eyes filled with excitement as she glanced at Han Juan.

In this smile, there was a greedy look unique to a female hooligan.

Ying Wuji ignored Han Juan's resentful gaze and whispered, "Sell it!"

Mi Xingli asked in a low voice, "What's the price?"

Ying Wuji smirked, "Ten children..."

"No problem!"

"Plus one adult!"

"???"

Mi Xingli's face stiffened, and she made a throat-slitting gesture at him before leaving in disappointment.

Ying Wuji clicked his tongue. She wanted to play dirty tricks with me. She's too naive!

"Wuji, be more serious!"

A familiar voice sounded beside him.

He turned around and saw Zhao Ning's stern face.

Is the main wife jealous again?

He quickly smiled and said, "Mainly to make her give up on coveting the sword spirit."

Zhao Ning looked at him deeply, and uncontrollably recalled the scene in the stone chamber and Mi Xingli's fierce figure. She always associated Ying Wuji with certain actions he did to Mi Xingli that were too embarrassing to mention in front of others.

Strange.

What's wrong with me? Why am I thinking like this about Wuji?

Doesn't Wuji, who understands the pleasures of the inner chamber, have such thoughts?

She regained her composure and said, "In any case, Mi Xingli is not simple. Be cautious when dealing with her. Let's take our seats!"

After speaking, she hurriedly walked to her own seat.

This time it was the Sword Immortal Conference, and as a participant, she couldn't enjoy any privileges.

Ying Wuji pursed his lips and felt that his main wife was becoming more like a woman.

"Brother Ying!"

Han Juan stretched lazily and pointed at the sword body, "Can I go back to cultivate now?"To be honest.

He didn't want to come out and show off, let alone help Ying Wuji show off.

The most important thing is.

This so-called smoky makeup is really ugly. If it weren't for Ying Wuji explaining the pros and cons to him for half a day, he wouldn't have come out.

Ying Wuji smiled and waved his hand, "Why go back? It's not a big deal to cultivate for a while! Today is a great opportunity for you to obtain a legitimate identity. You must make those people want to kill you but can't, then it can be considered a success. Come, let's go eat!"

Han Juan glanced at his illusory hands and then scratched his stomach.

He phased through.

He spread his hands, indicating that he couldn't eat at all.

But Ying Wuji didn't mind and said, "It's okay! I'll eat while you watch. After all, as a monk, you don't have desires for food!"

Han Juan: "..."

Helpless.

He could only sit down with Ying Wuji.

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The seating arrangement was random, but not completely random.

Those with outstanding talents were arranged closer to the front, and there seemed to be some vague connections.

For example.

The two brothers were seated next to each other.

Ying Wuque glanced at Han Juan, who was resting with his chin in his hands, and then looked at Ying Wuji, "Wuji! Let me advise you, even if the Sword Spirit is strong, it's only an assist.

You still need to be strong yourself.

Now that you have exposed Han Juan, you have become the enemy of the Ji clan.

I'm really afraid that I won't be able to wait for you on the stage!"

Ying Wuji shrugged, as if saying that without Han Juan, he wouldn't be the enemy of the Ji clan.

He looked at Ying Wuque and grinned, "It's okay! If you can't find me on the stage, you can find me at the theater troupe. With such a big city like Jiangcheng, I don't believe there isn't a place for us to spar."

Ying Wuque thought of the scene where he was humiliated and beaten, and a sense of resentment grew in his heart.

But he quickly controlled his emotions and sneered, "You think you can lie on the merit list for a lifetime just because you defeated someone with lower cultivation? Father has never looked highly upon you. Have you ever thought about the reasons from yourself?"

Ying Wuji: "..."

Why is he resorting to personal attacks?

Are you proud that you caught the attention of Lao Bidi?

Ying Wuque became more excited as he spoke, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If it weren't for you venting your anger, I wouldn't have broken through the 13th level of refining essence so quickly and condensed my spiritual fetus before the Sword Immortal Conference!

For a moment of pleasure!

But it created such a big threat out of thin air!

Wuji, how many times have you experienced similar regrets?"

Ying Wuji looked expressionless and glanced at the clock hanging from his waist, "Oh? Do you still want to kill me?"

His heart grew colder and colder.

He had never seen this clock before.

But he recognized it.

He had seen it in the records of the Zhao clan.

The Ying and Zhao clans had long split into two branches, but their relationship had always been close. After the Zhao clan rose to power, the branch of the Qian royal family came to seek refuge.

Therefore, many of the treasures collected by the Qian and Li royal families were accumulated together and later divided when they split.

Because there were factors of dependence at the beginning, the Qian royal family didn't take away many good things.

This clock was one of the few.

Its original name was a bit awkward, and Ying Wuji couldn't be bothered to remember it.

But its current name is Qianwang Clock.

It is a rare restricted-type magic treasure in the world, already at the Earth Tier Superior Grade, just one step away from the Heaven Tier.

If it weren't for the fact that this thing had no other use besides sealing, it would probably already be at the Heaven Tier!

It is said that this treasure originated from the connection between the heavens and the earth.

It is of the same origin as the divine spells Ying Wuji mastered.

Combined with excellent refining materials, it forms a small world inside, even a master at the God Realization Realm would not be able to easily escape once trapped.

Huh... Lao Bidi gave him this thing?

Is he trying to use the trapped beast method to let the two sons fight it out?

Ying Wuque thought that Lao Bidi would be dissatisfied with him because of the migration, but he didn't expect him to be even more dissatisfied with himself.

It seems that his speculation was correct. The relationship between the Qian royal family and his own maternal clan is definitely not that simple.

And this small wall lamp is probably intentionally shown to him.

This action is very likely to be instructed by Lao Bidi.

He wants me to give up?

Ying Wuque smiled coldly, "That won't do! It depends on how quickly you admit defeat. After all, there are countless masters sitting by the stage. If you admit defeat quickly, you might be able to save your life.

But this is only because you encountered me. I might show some mercy.

The people of the Ji clan all wish for your death.

Although you have the Sword Spirit, Han Juan's own strength is extremely weak. If he encounters a real expert, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand a single blow.

Be careful, don't die too quickly!"Ying Wuji poked Han Juan in the void and said, "Juanzi, he's mocking you!"

Han Juan propped his cheek, half-closed his eyes, and said, "Go ahead! It won't hurt me."

Ying Wuji grinned, "That's true, you have nothing to lose!"

"You guys..."

Ying Wuque, who was ignored by the two, felt a bit annoyed but didn't want to lose face. He could only snort, "Pretending not to care is your freedom, but you know in your hearts whether you're afraid or not. You can deceive me, but don't deceive yourselves!"

After speaking, he picked up the wine on his table and drank it all.

However, the frustration of punching cotton had not dissipated.

"Kiki!"

A light laughter sounded, "Brother Ying, your sword spirit is really interesting!"

Ying Wuji turned his head and saw a woman in an elegant dress.

Jiang Leqing, a puppet princess of the Qi Kingdom's royal family.

A second-grade spiritual fetus, a rare achievement for a puppet princess to reach this level of cultivation.

She was named after the sword she carried, "Leqing."

This little girl.

She looks pretty good.

Unfortunately, Ying Wuji didn't like the Jiang family or the Tian family.

So whether she sincerely served as a puppet for the Tian family or secretly assisted Jiang Taiyuan, Ying Wuji was somewhat repulsed.

But he still smiled at Jiang Leqing, "What's wrong? Does the princess want to fall in love with my brother Han Juan? Don't worry, although my brother doesn't have a physical body, you can have a spiritual connection."

Jiang Leqing: "???"

She was originally going to discuss something with Ying Wuji, but now she instantly lost interest.

However...

She turned her head and glanced at Han Juan, who was propping his cheek with closed eyes. This aura, full of killing intent and laziness, was indeed quite good.

Just without a physical body.

What a pity...

Ying Wuji sat up straight again, feeling countless gazes focused on him.

But he didn't want to talk to these people.

So he poked Han Juan again, "Juanzi, I'll find you a wife, you don't mind, right?"

Han Juan felt a little uncomfortable being bothered by him.

He just raised his eyelids and waved his hand, "Do whatever you want! Find someone willing to be a widow."

Ying Wuji: "..."

He pursed his lips.

To be honest, he quite liked Juanzi.

He was straightforward and loyal.

He would never be sloppy when it came to important matters.

But he was too boring in ordinary times, either practicing or daydreaming.

If you don't talk to him, he can ignore you all day, as if he has lost all worldly desires.

If his symptoms hadn't worsened, Ying Wuji would have wanted to find him a psychologist long ago.

He looked at the sky and asked again, "Juanzi, who is the Confucian scholar sent by the Tai Shang Guan this time? Could it be your master?"

"I don't know."

Han Juan had a headache, "What if it is, what if it isn't?"

Ying Wuji rubbed his hands, "If it is, of course, it's a backdoor for me! I calculated that with the number of people participating in the conference now, if they fight in pairs and advance, there will be some people who will have a bye in the early rounds. Ask your master to arrange it, and we can have a bye for up to seven rounds."

Han Juan: "..."

He couldn't help but turn his head, "Brother Ying! Your strength is not weak, why are you always thinking of taking shortcuts?"

Ying Wuji spread his hands, "Learning from your Daoist teachings!"

Han Juan was puzzled, "How is this related to our Daoist teachings?"

Ying Wuji pursed his lips, "Think about it, seven byes, it's like I'm doing nothing and still defeating them! Isn't that governing by doing nothing?"

Han Juan: "???"

He turned his head away and continued to pretend to sleep with closed eyes.

Not long after, a bell rang.

"Clang!"

For a moment, everyone's minds trembled.

The previously lively palace suddenly fell silent.

In the lingering sound of the bell, a burly figure walked out of the Chongli Palace.

Everyone stood up together.

"Greetings to His Majesty, the King of Li!"

"You don't have to be so formal!"

Zhao Ji responded lightly. Today, he was not wearing royal robes but dressed as a swordsman. However, his noble aura was undiminished, and his sharpness was even more prominent.

Seeing everyone sitting down, he slowly said, "Today is the Immortal Welcome Feast, and after the feast, the Immortal Sword Conference will officially begin. This conference is co-hosted by me and Daoist Qing Xu from the Tai Shang Guan. The sword is the foremost among all weapons..."

He explained the meaning of the sword and the Dao, citing many classics.

It was so fascinating that it gave people the illusion that sword cultivators were invincible, and any other weapon was nothing in front of the sword.The main melody of this world is always the battlefield. Any expert who goes to the battlefield must master at least two or more weapons. Those who only cultivate one weapon are ultimately in the minority.

Even this Sword Immortal Conference cannot change people's perception.

After Zhao Ji finished reciting, he glanced at the seats above, where the experts sent by various countries were seated.

He smiled faintly and said, "Weapons have no eyes, but this Sword Immortal Conference is ultimately just a friendly competition. Therefore, I have invited the esteemed experts from various countries to protect everyone. If anyone's life is in danger, feel free to call for help, and there will be people to ensure your safety."

Indeed, the people sitting in the seats were all experts from various countries.

Ying Wuji was familiar with Nangong Ling and Wuji. He had also read the information of the experts from other countries. They were all at the level of nuclear bombs, with both spiritual and physical cultivation.

Therefore, no one dared to break the rules of this Sword Immortal Conference, as the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even the millions of soldiers from the Kingdom Li could not take advantage of the "home field advantage" under these conditions.

Zhao Ji did not intend to abuse the advantage of the home field either. After exchanging glances with the other experts, he looked towards the sky and cupped his hands, saying, "Qing Xu Daoist, you can appear now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of swords rang out from the sky.

With the sound of the swords, the starry sky suddenly brightened, and the starlight turned into streams, rushing towards the sky.

Finally, it condensed into a bright light spot.

The light spot gradually became larger as it approached, and it finally took shape in the sight of everyone.

It was a sword.

And on the sword, there was an old man with white hair flying on it.

His pure white beard fluttered in the wind, giving him a divine aura.

Mi Xingli stared at the giant sword in the starry sky, her eyes filled with envy. "Such a divine demeanor!"

"Such a strong presence!"

Ying Wuji whispered, these experts at the spiritual cultivation realm were all show-offs.

The appearance of the scholars from various families at the previous gathering was already cool enough.

But this Qing Xu Daoist was even more extraordinary. Who could compete with his self-provided lighting technician?

He glanced at Han Juan, who was pretending to sleep next to him, and couldn't help but feel disgusted. "Your master's demeanor, you haven't learned anything at all! Brother Juan, work hard, I also want to control a sword that emits light!"

"..."

Han Juan rubbed his head, speechless.

He couldn't understand why Yang Zhu, one of the two saints prophesied by the Yang family, had such behavior.

The appearance of Qing Xu Daoist made the young people present yearn for it.

Amidst the admiration, he put the sword back into its scabbard on his back.

Wearing a Taoist robe, he slowly descended, like feathers falling from the sky, leisurely and out of the ordinary.

Qing Xu Daoist stood still, smiled lightly, and cupped his hands towards everyone.

"Please, everyone, Li King, please!"

"Daoist, please!"

Zhao Ji smiled faintly and made a gesture of invitation. "Daoist, you truly have a divine demeanor. I thought this welcoming feast was already worthy of everyone in the world, but after witnessing your elegance, I feel that it is still somewhat lacking. Please don't take offense, Daoist!"

"No need for such words. I have been practicing in seclusion for many years, and I have no desires for food and drink."

Qing Xu Daoist waved his hand. "Please, my friend!"

Under the gaze of everyone, the two of them sat down together.

Just as they sat down, Qing Xu Daoist's nose twitched and he glanced at the food on the table.

After struggling for a while, he resisted the temptation.

He swept his gaze over everyone and quickly spotted a familiar figure, then beckoned. "Misguided disciple! Come here!"

Everyone followed his gaze and saw Han Juan reluctantly standing up and walking towards him.

The experts with the surname Ji had a slightly cold expression.

Especially the experts from the Han family in the seats, their expressions were even more disgusted.

Although Han Juan had been expelled from the sect, his strange behavior could not be his personal intention. There must be instructions from the sect.

Their actions not only disrupted the alliance of the Ji family, but also put the entire Han family in an unfavorable position.

If it weren't for their attachment to the Hanguang Sword, they wouldn't even participate in this Sword Immortal Conference.

When Han Juan stood in front of him, Qing Xu Daoist looked him up and down.

His spiritual body was clear and bright, even after leaving his physical body, it remained solid and showed no signs of dissipating.

It was a high-grade spiritual body, much better than his sword spirit friend in terms of innate conditions.

A flash of joy flickered in his eyes, but quickly disappeared, and he frowned and reprimanded, "How did you end up like this? What happened to your physical body?"

Han Juan honestly replied, "Disciple lost his way and committed a great sin. I have already confessed and been executed. My physical body was destroyed and insufficient to atone for my crimes. My soul has also been refined into a sword spirit, enduring eternal torment. I hope to cleanse my sins!"

"It's not beyond redemption!"Qing Xu Daochang coldly snorted, "Fortunately, I had the foresight to expel you from the sect! Otherwise, this kind of stain would have fallen on the head of my Tai Shang Guan! Since you have already been refined into a sword spirit, then suffer your torment. For committing such a great crime, it will take you a hundred years to redeem yourself! Now go!"

"Yes!"

Han Juan responded lazily and went down.

One up, one down, no more than twenty breaths apart.

This master and disciple, one reprimanding, one admitting guilt.

It seemed like a joke.

The people with the surname Ji had increasingly wonderful expressions. This play by Tai Shang Guan was really perfunctory.

This was definitely planned with the Li royal family.

Han Juan committed a great crime, and both the Li royal family and Tai Shang Guan were trying to distance themselves from him.

But in the end, Han Juan still couldn't die!

Isn't this disgusting?

But they had already made their stance clear, so what could anyone do?

Qing Xu Daochang bowed to Zhao Ji and said, "Friend Li Wang, it is unfortunate that our sect has produced such a wicked disciple. But he has already apologized, after all, he was my disciple for twenty years. I am truly saddened by this."

Zhao Ji was somewhat puzzled and didn't know what he wanted to say, so he could only wait quietly for the next words.

Qing Xu Daochang took a deep breath and slowly uttered four words, "Let the feast begin!"

Zhao Ji: "......"

Everyone: "......"

Han Juan: "???"

The Immortal Banquet went smoothly.

During the banquet, the scholars at the table were all eloquent, and the various masters occasionally made profound remarks, making people unable to help but put down their utensils and ponder. It delayed the progress of the feast.

But this Immortal Banquet was different.

Qing Xu Daochang took the lead in eating.

The dishes came one after another, and everyone enjoyed themselves.

During the banquet, Zhao Ji tried to raise the level of the event and attempted to get Qing Xu Daochang to say a few words, but it ended in failure.

Don't ask.

The answer is that he ate without speaking and slept without talking.

The Immortal Banquet, which was expected to last two hours, ended in just one hour.

It wasn't that Zhao Ji wanted to end it early, but it was because the top-grade ingredients prepared by the imperial kitchen had run out. There were substitutes, but it would be impolite to make them into dishes.

Zhao Ji stroked his beard and laughed, "I didn't expect the Immortal Banquet to go so smoothly. It seems that there will be countless geniuses appearing this time, leaving a vivid mark in the history books!"

Qing Xu Daochang was somewhat unsatisfied, but in order to maintain his image, he still smiled kindly, "Naturally! Han Guang is the sword of the ancient emperors. Such a precious treasure can only be matched by geniuses!

This Sword Immortal Conference!

Geniuses will definitely appear!"

After speaking, he suddenly stood up.

With a clang, he drew his long sword and pointed it towards the sky.

"Han Guang, lend me your sword intent!"

As soon as his voice fell, a terrifying sword intent surged from the sky.

It was wanton and arrogant, making people shiver uncontrollably.

It was majestic and noble, making people want to bow down in worship.

These two completely different temperaments were perfectly fused into this sword intent.

This was the sword intent that only the Emperor's Sword could possess.

The current Zhou Tianzi's sword could not reach such a height. Perhaps only before the City Jing was breached by the Barbarians, could it have a chance to compete with this sword intent.

The Sword of the Merchant King.

Han Guang!

Was this sword intent Han Guang?

"Retreat!"

Qing Xu Daochang shouted loudly, and the sword intent came rushing over, pouring into his sword, igniting a brilliant light.

The sword danced, and the brilliance of the stars and moon bloomed together.

He had almost collapsed due to overeating and drinking, but in an instant, he stood up straight again.

"Go!"

Qing Xu Daochang shouted again, and the starlight on the sword rushed into the sky.

It stabbed seven times in rapid succession, lighting up the North Star.

The Seven Stars of the Big Dipper instantly formed a formation.

Qing Xu Daochang looked calm, holding the long sword in his hand, as if he were a saint holding a brush, lightly drawing in the night sky filled with stars.

"Open!"

With this final word, the night sky's seven stars instantly connected, forming a crack.

This crack hung in the air, like an eye that could see through everything in the world.

This eye seemed to connect to another world.

"Come!"

Qing Xu Daochang's voice became much gentler as he gently beckoned towards the crack.

Then, starlight wrapped in noble bronze luster slowly descended from the night sky, landing in front of Chongli Palace, and in the blink of an eye, a cluster of dust rose.

The noble bronze luster and the starlight condensed into various wonders, connecting into a formation.

In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of Chongli Palace seemed to have changed.

This world was only ten zhang in size.

But when people stood in it, they could feel the mountains, rivers, lakes, hills, and deserts.

A mustard seed.

A world of its own.

Truly marvelous.The young people who participated in the Sword Immortal Conference couldn't help but exclaim, even the experienced experts present couldn't help but sigh.

Qing Xu Daochang smiled slightly, "This formation is the Hanguang Formation. The Sword Immortal Conference is a competition between the geniuses. The winner will be recognized by Hanguang and obtain the four Qi fortunes of the Daoist sect. Do you have any questions?"

There was silence on the field.

"Since there are no objections, let's disperse today!"

Qing Xu Daochang waved his hand towards a distant stone tablet, and the tablet flew over in mid-air. He lightly carried it on his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. He left with the tablet, leaving behind a lingering sentence in front of the hall, "Come here tomorrow at dawn, and I will list the match list. See you all tomorrow!"

The Hanguang Formation had not dissipated.

Perhaps it would not dissipate until the end of the Sword Immortal Conference.

Thousands of people in the formation couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Zhao Ji waved his hand, "Let's disperse!"

"We take our leave!"

Everyone finally woke up from their daze and bid their farewells.

Soon, only the people of the Li King's residence were left in front of the Li King's hall.

Ying Wuji patted Han Juan's shoulder and pointed in the direction where the sword intent had just surged, "The one who released the sword intent just now should be the Hanguang Sword Spirit, right?"

Han Juan nodded thoughtfully, "It should be!"

Ying Wuji was eager, "His strength should have reached the comprehension of the Divine Realm, right? Are you familiar with him? How can we persuade him to come back and be the Sword Spirit?"

Although the Hanguang Sword was already tempting enough.

But who wouldn't want a baby who comprehended the Divine Realm?

Han Juan shook his head, "Not familiar!"

Ying Wuji was a little anxious, "You are also a Sword Spirit, how can you not be familiar with each other?"

Han Juan looked at him as if he wanted to write the words "speechless" on his face.

Ying Wuji knew that he couldn't get any answers.

So he had to give up.

He looked up at the crack in the sky and felt a familiar aura coming from inside.

Sword Qi.

Mainly Sword Qi.

But besides Sword Qi, there was also a tempting aura that led people towards corruption.

The other end of the crack must be the Capital of the Great Ming.

This formation, or rather Hanguang itself, indeed had the function of connecting the two worlds.

Zhao Ning patted Ying Wuji's shoulder, "Wuji! Go back and rest, the Hanguang Sword will definitely stay in our Li King's residence!"

Ying Wuji looked at her in surprise, "So confident?"

Zhao Ning shook the Heavy Li Sword in her hand, "With it, Ying Wuque may not be my opponent."

Like this...

Ying Wuji knew where her confidence came from.

No matter how strong Ying Wuque was, he had just broken through. The sword he held was only a temporary transitional existence. How could it compare to the Heavy Li Sword?

With the advantage of the Heavy Li Sword, it could greatly compensate for the gap between her and Ying Wuque.

As for how much it could compensate for.

Ying Wuji didn't know either.

Because since he broke through until now, he had never fought anyone.

He couldn't accurately grasp the difference between different levels of Lingtai.

But...

He asked, "Qing Xu Daochang has already said that the winner will naturally be recognized by Hanguang Sword. Even if you can defeat Ying Wuque, do you really want to discard the Heavy Li Sword?"

Zhao Ning smiled, "You don't have to worry about this. Just focus on giving your best. As long as you can keep winning and gather with me for the final battle, I will give up and give you the Hanguang Sword."

"This..."

Ying Wuji felt that something was not right and wanted to ask more.

But Zhao Ji said, "Wuji! Go back and rest, gather your energy, and you must not lose tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

Ying Wuji could only nod and leave with Han Juan.

After everyone left.

Zhao Ning looked at Zhao Ji with some surprise, "Father, do you really want Wuji to get the Hanguang Sword?"

Zhao Ji nodded, "You have already awakened the Emperor's Body, and no one can influence your position as the king. Wuji is a person with many thoughts, but he doesn't have any bad intentions. The more favors you give him, the more he will treat you as family.

The Hanguang Sword is powerful.

But it is ultimately just a sword, and it is also an artifact of the former Shang Dynasty that is not tolerated by the new rules.

Without the rules.

It is only a Heavenly Stage.

And nothing else.

If Wuji returns to our side, it's worth it!"

Zhao Ning nodded, "Yes!"

Zhao Ji looked at her deeply, "The stability of the country depends on you, Ning'er! Be calm, understand?"

"I understand, Father!"

Zhao Ning quickly nodded.

...

As soon as Ying Wuji returned home.

He saw a tall stone tablet standing in the courtyard.

A Daoist with white hair was sitting cross-legged in front of the stone tablet, holding a roasted chicken and gnawing on it.

He looked completely different from the handsome image he had just shown. The level of coolness was constantly being tested on the edge of collapse.Hua Chao carried a food box and asked, "Do you have enough, old sir? If not, I can go to the Drunken Immortal Tower to buy some for you."

"Go ahead! Thank you, miss!"

Qing Xu Daoist waved his hand casually.

Hua Chao nodded and prepared to leave with the food box. She bumped into Ying Wuji who was returning home.

"Hey! Wuji, you're back?"

"Hua Chao sister!"

Ying Wuji pulled her aside and asked in confusion, "Where did this roasted chicken come from?"

Hua Chao helplessly replied, "It's the leftovers from your lunch. They've all cooled down. I was planning to heat them up, but Daoist Qing Xu was too hungry!"

Ying Wuji nodded and gently hugged her, "Buy more, don't let Daoist Qing Xu go hungry. Thank you for going through the trouble, Hua Chao sister. Be careful on the way."

Hua Chao smiled gently, "Don't worry, there are many experts protecting me!"

She watched Hua Chao leave.

Ying Wuji then sat next to Qing Xu Daoist, "Daoist, are you still not full?"

Qing Xu Daoist nodded, "Your father is stingy, and since he owes me a debt, I have to find you, his son-in-law, to repay it."

Ying Wuji sighed helplessly and released Han Juan.

Han Juan glanced at the stone tablet and then at Qing Xu Daoist who was enjoying his meal. He sighed and sat on the other side of Qing Xu Daoist.

"Hey, why the sigh?"

Qing Xu Daoist chuckled, "I'm not intentionally teasing you. When we were on the mountain, you had a weak stomach and easily got diarrhea from eating. Now that you don't even have a stomach, what are you craving for?"

Han Juan glanced at him, "Master, I thought you left?"

Qing Xu Daoist asked in return, "Where did I go?"

Han Juan helplessly replied, "How would I know where you went? You were supposed to go to the Marquis Mansion, and you could have waited for us to go together instead of leaving so early."

Qing Xu Daoist stroked his beard, "I thought that the sight of me leaving while carrying the stone tablet would leave a lasting impression."

Han Juan: "..."

Ying Wuji: "..."

Qing Xu Daoist glanced at the stone tablet and then looked meaningfully at Ying Wuji, "Young friend! Do you have any thoughts about this list?"

Ying Wuji realized that there was a trick behind Zhao Ning's confidence earlier. It turned out that this Daoist was a master of manipulation.

He leaned closer with a smile, "Daoist, I carefully studied the number of participants. In the first seven rounds, there will be people who get a bye. Can you arrange it for me so that I can reach the finals effortlessly?"

"Effortlessly?"

Qing Xu Daoist was almost speechless, but he thought about it and let go of his anger.

He raised a finger, "Ten thousand taels!"

"No problem!"

"I mean ten thousand taels for the first round, twenty thousand for the second round, and forty thousand for the third round, doubling with each round!"

"Are you robbing me?"

Ying Wuji calculated that it would be sixty-four thousand taels by the seventh round. Who could afford that?

Qing Xu Daoist laughed and shook his head, "How is this robbing? The old Daoist's prices are reasonable and can be traced. With each round, half of the weaker participants will be eliminated, so doubling the price is fair, isn't it?"

Ying Wuji pursed his lips. This Daoist was playing with mathematics, and he understood the concept of geometric progression.

Qing Xu Daoist asked, "Are you buying, young friend? You don't have to buy all of them. I won't force you. You can choose which round you're interested in, and I can sell it to you separately."

"I can't afford it, goodbye!"

Ying Wuji arched his hand and walked straight towards the main gate.

Waiting for Hua Chao.

He ate everything he bought.

He didn't leave a drop of oil for the Daoist.

And so, in front of the stone tablet.

The master and disciple finally had some time alone.

Han Juan asked, "Master, isn't it a bit inappropriate to do this?"

Qing Xu Daoist waved his hand, "What's wrong with it? Our Taoist temple is almost bankrupt. After using up the resources left by your father, the little Taoists in the temple are all waiting to improve their spiritual bodies. As their master, wouldn't it be strange if I didn't help them earn some money?"

Han Juan pursed his lips, "But from what I see, it seems like no one is buying!"

"Not at all!"

Qing Xu Daoist smiled calmly, "People are buying, and quite a lot! The Qian royal family bought a batch of thirty thousand taels, and there's another batch of one million taels that hasn't been confirmed yet, but it's probably close to being finalized!"

"One million taels?"

Han Juan calculated that it was almost the same as getting a bye for all seven rounds.

He couldn't help but ask, "Who wants to be the scapegoat? Do they also want to get a bye for all seven rounds?"

Qing Xu Daoist shook his head, "No, they want Ying Wuji to die the most miserable death."

Han Juan didn't understand, "But aren't you tricking your own people?"

"No! I'm actually helping him!"

Qing Xu Daoist glanced in the direction of the main gate, his expression becoming serious and meaningful, "A treasured sword, no matter how sharp it is, cannot be called a divine weapon if it doesn't see blood.

The great trend starts with him, so how can he stay behind forever?

It's time to sharpen the sword!""Oh..."

Han Juan nodded, deep in thought.

...

Drunken Immortal Tower.

"Young Master, Hua Chao is here!"

"You mean Ying Wuji's lover?"

"Yes!"

"What is she here for?"

"She ordered a lot of food, should we make a move?"

"Make a move for what? To snatch the dishes she ordered? There are countless experts secretly protecting her now, are you seeking death?"

Ji Su cursed, turning to look at the others in the room.

The young decision-makers from the Yan, Wu, Wei, Han, and Nangong families, all of the Ji surname, were present.

He said solemnly, "One million taels! Betting on Ying Wuji encountering all our experts on his journey, are you in or not?"

Everyone looked at each other.

One million taels.

Even if it was divided among each family, it would still be close to two hundred thousand taels.

Although everyone was wealthy, it was not easy to come up with nearly a hundred thousand taels in cash!

But after some hesitation.

Everyone nodded.

This Ying Wuji, must be eliminated.

With the near collapse of the Mu Ye stele, the "great trend" of the Supreme View lineage and the "two saints" theory of the Yang Zhu lineage were increasingly causing panic.

And both of these were related to Ying Wuji.

From advocating reforms, to the great victory at Zhongpan, to the collapse of the Mu Ye stele.

It seemed like he was everywhere.

This time, with the emergence of the Contained Light Sword, the Shang and Zhou were mortal enemies. If this thing fell into Ying Wuji's hands.

Could the people of the Ji surname still sleep?

"Then it's settled!"

Ji Su and Nangong Yu exchanged glances, and after a silent agreement, they made the final decision.

"From first to last, it's Wu, Han, Wei, Yan, Yan, Nangong!"

"Whoever injures Ying Wuji the most, will be more prominent when the Ji surname is established in the future."

"Whoever kills Ying Wuji will be the leader of the Ji surname, second only to the Zhou Emperor."

(End of Chapter)