Chapter 198
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Chapter 198: The Mortal Jianghu (Part 2)
"I am your father!"
Puh puh!
Wang Chen certainly did not have such a motley crew of descendants.
He simply hadn’t anticipated that while quietly enjoying his snack, he would end up embroiled in such a predicament.
"Who do you think you are to ask the Taoist’s name?"
Before Wang Chen could respond, a deep voice suddenly resonated in everyone’s ears!
"Who?!"
The Five Disasters turned pale with shock, all of them instinctively turning to look behind.
The voice came from directly behind them.
And it sounded so close.
With their cultivation levels, to be approached so suddenly without any awareness was truly terrifying!
Clang!
Just as the Five Disasters turned around, a bright sword light swiftly sliced through the heavy rain.
It swept across their necks.
The five fearsome martial artists trembled simultaneously, their nine eyes displaying expressions of shock, terror, despair, and disbelief, as if witnessing something unbelievable.
In an instant, five heads dropped.
Five bodies collapsed to the ground.
The severed necks were as smooth as mirrors, not a drop of blood flowing!
The hall erupted in uproar.
A group of Jianghu travelers could hardly believe their eyes.
The renowned Five Disasters had fallen just like that?
And all it took was a single sword strike.
If news of this spread, it would surely shock the entire Da Qian rivers and lakes!
Which swordsman was so powerful?
In the next moment, a figure with a long sword appeared at the temple door, wearing a bamboo hat and simple clothes.
He lifted his hat and revealed an incredibly gentle smile to the burly man: “Lin Jiang Gu Ying, an old acquaintance from Jianghu. Wei Chi brother, it’s been a long time!”
This figure stood at the entrance, blocking the raging wind and rain outside.
It was as if he also shielded them from the fierce storms of Jianghu.
With sharp brows and bright eyes, his strong nose and pitch-black eyes resembled an endless starry sky, radiating an enchanting glow.
At the sight, one couldn’t help but feel a sense of inferiority!
The burly man exclaimed with delight: “Hero Lin Jiang!”
The burly man had long anticipated that someone would come to his aid, but he never imagined it would be the Hero Xiao Wentian, renowned as the "Divine Sword of Linjiang"!
The Jianghu travelers in the grand hall were all struck dumb with astonishment.
The fame of Hero Linjiang far surpassed that of the "Five Disasters."
Xiao Wentian hailed from the Qingyang Dao Academy, where he trained in swordsmanship from a young age. At fifteen, he left the mountain, journeyed through the Jianghu, and challenged heroes from all corners, never once tasting defeat.
By the age of twenty-five, Xiao Wentian had broken through to the Innate Realm and established a sword hut by the Linjiang River.
He secluded himself to diligently refine his sword techniques.
Whenever Xiao Wentian emerged from his hidden chamber, he would invariably accomplish something extraordinary.
For instance, he once ventured alone into Baiyun Village, slaying seven major bandits and single-handedly dismantling this formidable den of outlaws.
Thus, he was revered as the Hero of Linjiang!
The tales of this hero could be recounted for three days and nights without end.
The group of Jianghu travelers, having long heard of his exploits, immediately bowed in respect: "We greet Hero Xiao!"
Xiao Wentian’s demeanor was truly impeccable, and he smiled as he raised his hand: "There’s no need for such formalities…"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Before Hero Xiao could finish his sentence, sharp arrows glinting with cold light pierced through his neck, chest, abdomen, arms, and thighs, all at once.
Xiao Wentian stared in shock, his smile turning to bewilderment.
Then, he collapsed to the ground.
He had died instantly.
And on his back, several dark crossbow arrows were strikingly embedded!
The hall fell into complete silence.
Whether it was the burly man or the group of Jianghu travelers, they all seemed frozen, as if under a spell.
They stood there, dumbfounded, their minds blank!
"The Supervisor is here!"
A sharp voice cut through the wind and rain, reaching everyone’s ears.
Dark shadows appeared like phantoms in front of the temple, silently and swiftly dropping to the muddy ground, forming a three-zhang-long "human carpet."
The black flags fluttered loudly as a grand eight-carried red palanquin came to a halt in front of the "human carpet."
A beautiful woman held a crystal beaded umbrella, bending slightly to lift the curtain of the palanquin: "Please, Supervisor."
In the next moment, a man dressed in a purple serpent robe with a gilded crown emerged from the palanquin with her assistance, stepping onto the "human carpet" as he entered the temple hall.
When he saw Xiao Wentian’s corpse on the ground, he frowned in disgust.
He pulled a colorful handkerchief from his sleeve to cover his nose.
This serpent-robed man had a face like jade with fair skin, phoenix eyes, and willow leaf brows, exuding an indescribable air of delicate femininity.
He resembled a pampered young master raised in an affluent household!
Meanwhile, the burly man and the group of Jianghu travelers were all sweating profusely, with some trembling so violently they could barely stand.
Supervisor, there are only nine individuals in all of Da Qian who can bear this prestigious title.
All of them serve within the Imperial Guard!
Originally known as the Imperial Defense Division, it was later renamed the "Imperial Guard Command," overseeing the Yiluan Directorate, which manages the royal ceremonies and guards.
After its transformation into the Imperial Guard, it took direct charge of the royal bodyguards and the enforcement of law, including the capture of criminals!
The Imperial Guard operates under the direct command of the Emperor of Da Qian, with the authority to arrest anyone from royal relatives and civil and military officials to common folk, conducting secret interrogations.
Its power is unparalleled!
Who could have imagined that one of the nine Supervisors of the Imperial Guard would venture into such a remote and desolate area?
The appearance and demeanor of this individual reminded everyone of one person.
Yu Feihong!
This Supervisor of the Imperial Guard is renowned for his formidable martial arts and specializes in handling Jianghu affairs.
He once faced three innate experts, managing to kill two and seriously wound the third.
His name alone strikes fear into the hearts of those in the Jianghu.
Upon his arrival, he established his authority by killing the Hero Xiao Wentian!
Xiao Wentian was evidently struck by the Imperial Guard’s unique divine crossbow.
Rumored to be crafted by immortal artisans, this crossbow wields extraordinary power, capable of piercing the protection of true energy, rendering even innate strong fighters defenseless.
Upon realizing the identity and background of his opponent, the burly man was plunged into utter despair.
He staggered backward, clutching the bewildered Young Boy, completely devoid of any will to resist.
He simply awaited the judgment of fate.
As for the group of Jianghu travelers, they all knelt, bowing their heads and trembling in fear.
The only one who remained unfazed was Wang Chen, seated in front of the statue.
Wang Chen had just served himself a bowl of hot porridge and was leisurely enjoying it.
Yu Feihong’s attention naturally gravitated towards him.
The Supervisor of the Imperial Guard felt a surge of displeasure—how dare such insignificant individuals flaunt themselves in his presence!
However, upon clearly seeing Wang Chen’s appearance, he was momentarily stunned.
The arrogance and pride in his eyes vanished completely.
Yu Feihong’s gaze then shifted to the dragon steed tied to the pillar.
The Supervisor of the Imperial Guard took a deep breath, stepped forward, and performed a deep bow: "I am Yu Feihong, Supervisor of the Imperial Guard of Da Qian. It is an honor to meet Immortal Master Wang!"
He bowed deeply, his demeanor as humble as that of a lowly follower!
