Chapter 1874 - 191: If No One Answers, Then All Shall Mourn the Martial Saint

"I understand!" Granny Bai nodded, "Don’t worry, I won’t be so foolish."

As the voice faded, the blind old man had already left the Observatory.

...

On the other side.

Buzz——

The sound of the sword’s hum rang out again.

Even more fierce and majestic than before.

The long sword in his right hand, though still sheathed, exuded an invisible Sword Intent.

The White-robed Sword Immortal once again formed a sword technique with his left hand, positioning it in front of his lips.

"Since you wish for simultaneous annihilation, then as you wish."

The voice of the White-robed Sword Immortal remained calm, as if he were narrating the simplest of things.

The next moment.

A brilliant sword light burst from his fingertips.

The sword light surged through the air, blooming above his head and splitting into ten streams, each directed towards the ten Silver Armored Heavenly Soldiers.

The ten streams of sword light advanced in unison, moving at immense speed.

In just an instant, they simultaneously struck the ten Heavenly Soldiers, cutting them down at the same time.

The ten Silver Armored Heavenly Soldiers were simultaneously pierced by the sword light at that moment.

The Heavenly Soldiers then revealed their true form as paper figures, their bodies beginning to disintegrate under the onslaught of sword light.

Just then.

The disintegrating forms suddenly halted.

Then, seemingly influenced by some invisible force, they began to show signs of recomposing.

"Break——"

The White-clothed Sword Hero uttered softly.

The near-solid sword light suddenly exploded, transforming into a terrifying storm of sword Qi.

In an instant, the storm of sword Qi devoured the remnants of the paper figures, swallowing them completely and annihilating them.

As the storm calmed, the ten Silver Armored Heavenly Soldiers had vanished without a trace.

All these changes were completed within a mere breath.

In the sky.

The White-robed Sword Immortal glanced over the empty space from moments before, then fixed his gaze in the direction of the Royal Capital.

"Is there anyone else who wishes to stop me?" he said softly.

His voice, though not thundering, was clearly heard by everyone in the Royal Capital City.

...

In the Royal Capital.

Martial King Mansion.

"Junior Brother Xiao, what do you think?" Xiang Yuan, the Martial King, looked solemnly at the ethereal figure in the sky, speaking in a deep voice.

Xiao Wuque slowly spoke, "His intention is obvious, he’s evidently here for our master. Without sufficient probing, even if in their eyes, our master has already passed into meditation, they still dare not take this step. They know that once they step out, with our master’s abilities, even Immortals can be killed!"

"I understand that, but what do we do now?" The Martial King spoke gravely.

"His Sword Intent is extremely pure; it’s clear he walks the path of the Sword Immortal, best at killing in battle! Although not yet manifested, just a step away, he certainly has formed the Primordial Spirit! Such strength does not permit us to fight him unless we are among the strongest!" Xiao Wuque replied slowly.

"According to your analysis, could I fight him?" The Martial King’s eyes gleamed with eagerness, ready for a fight.

"Absolutely not!" Xiao Wuque shook his head.

"Why not?" the Martial King asked.

"Those Immortal folk aren’t just old without wit!" Xiao Wuque said, "Haven’t you noticed? The sword under this Sword Immortal’s feet has not yet been wielded, and the sheathed long sword in his right hand remains untouched! If he’s been sent here to probe, his strength must be extraordinary; if you and I could stop him, their mission would be meaningless!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yuan’s gaze immediately fell on the sheathed long sword held by the White-robed Sword Immortal.

Then, speaking with a heavy, somewhat unwilling tone.

"Then what should we do, just watch here?"

"Wait!" Xiao Wuque said.

"Wait for what?"

"Wait to see who he will attack next!" Xiao Wuque continued, "If he attacks the Imperial Palace, we’ll hold back for now, as Ji Xuan still guards the Palace! If he attacks the citizens of the city, I will act, for I have received all of what our master passed down, and must bear this responsibility."

As they spoke, Xiao Wuque still fixated on the snow-like figure in the sky, unblinking.

Their exchange concluded in a mere moment.

...

Imperial Palace.

"Imperial Uncle, I’ll rely on you later!" Ji Minghao pleaded earnestly, bowing to Ji Xuan.

"Hmph!" Ji Xuan sneered coldly, "My dear nephew, only now do you think of me?"

"Please don’t be offended, Uncle. To take this position, I had to fight! In life, to avoid being mediocre, one must fight!" Ji Minghao’s voice was firm and emphatic.

Ji Xuan’s gaze was slightly surprised as he re-evaluated Ji Minghao.

"Uncle, after all, we are family, bonded by blood, inseparable!" Ji Minghao added.

Ji Xuan nodded, "You’re right about that! You’re ultimately of the Ji bloodline, of the Ji Clan! Between you and me, we are not outsiders!"

"That’s my thought exactly!" Ji Minghao said.

Ji Xuan nodded, his gaze falling on the white figure standing on the sword outside the Royal Capital City.

He then slowly spoke again, "Rest assured, if he attacks the Imperial Palace, I will act! A cultivator who hasn’t become an Immortal is not to be feared!"

Upon hearing this, a thought crossed Ji Minghao’s mind, prompting him to ask his lingering doubt.

"Uncle, what if he targets the citizens? His presence in the Royal Capital is clearly to test if the Martial Saint’s death is true!"

Ji Xuan casually replied, "There are many people in the city; if some die, it doesn’t matter! If he attacks the citizens to test the truth of the Martial Saint, someone will be unable to sit still and interfere, allowing me to gauge this Sword Immortal’s depth."

...

All across the city, a peculiar silence had ensued.

It was the calm before a storm.

Some looked skyward, some lowered their heads to pray, some clenched their fists, and others observed the situation from the shadows.

...

Dongling Marquis Mansion.

Back courtyard.

Lin Qingyi stood in the yard, looking up at the white figure in the sky, her right hand instinctively resting on her abdomen.

The small life within her showed no movement yet, but she could feel its presence.

"Don’t be afraid!" A gentle voice sounded in her ear.

Jiang Ning appeared beside her out of thin air.

Smelling the familiar scent beside her and hearing the familiar voice, Lin Qingyi felt at ease.

She already knew who had come.

"You’re back!"

"Yes!" Jiang Ning nodded, his gaze fixed on the white figure in the sky, "I returned just in time!"

"Are you going to intervene?" Lin Qingyi asked.

"Yes!" Jiang Ning nodded, "I must act! Last time the Heavenly Soldiers attacked, the target was me! This time, they come for the Martial Saint, testing whether the Martial Saint truly passed into meditation, so I’m surely one of their targets! If I hide, that target will shift to you all, forcing me out!"

Hearing this, Lin Qingyi shuddered, her pupils contracting.

"The Martial Saint... has passed into meditation?!!"

Hearing the emotion in Lin Qingyi’s voice.

Jiang Ning glanced at her, noting her slightly parted lips, realizing the implication.

Few knew the Martial Saint had passed into meditation.

After all, it had just happened.

Those who knew were far from ordinary.

Seeing Lin Qingyi’s searching gaze, Jiang Ning nodded.

Just then.

"Ha——"

A derisive laugh echoed in the sky over the Royal Capital City.

"Besides the passed Martial Saint, the Royal City, is filled with nothing but small fry!"

The calm and indifferent voice came from the White-robed Sword Immortal.

In the city, it was as though a storm swept through.

Countless hearts trembled, bodies froze in place, then fear and panic spread.

Martial Saint’s passing!

These four words, in countless hearts, held the same weight as the heavens collapsing.

Buzz——

A sword hum echoed across heaven and earth once more.

Sword Intent gathered, soaring to the sky.

In an instant, the winds and clouds surged.

Then, a colossal sword shadow, a hundred zhang long, began to appear around the white-clothed man.

From ethereal to concrete, its outline gradually took shape.

"If no one responds to this sword, ten thousand will escort the Martial Saint to his grave!"

"Such a formidable figure ruled the world for over eight hundred years, how could he leave unnoticed!!"

The calm voice spoke, killing intent overflowing.

Countless people felt as if a guillotine was about to fall overhead, their hearts filled with anxiety and unrest!