Chapter 113 - 82: Fifth Year of Xuanlong

Chapter 113: Chapter 82: Fifth Year of Xuanlong

The Wind Snow Sword Immortal.

That had never changed.

However, the sixteenth spot on the Celestial List was constantly changing.

Far too many Grandmasters were emerging in the world! Not to mention the hidden ones from the Great Yu Era who were now awakening.

He was not on the Celestial List.

Instead, it was Long Xuanjun—hair gray and body frail with age, who perpetually stood guard over the river by the Imperial Mausoleum—who had entered the Celestial List at number sixteen.

"The top spot on the Celestial List changed last night. I heard it was a Grandmaster from the Great Yu Era, frozen in ice five hundred years ago. He’s the grand-uncle of the Returning Ruins Sword Sect, a great expert of the First Realm of Grandmaster!"

"But he’s definitely no match for our Great Liang’s Wind Snow Sword Immortal!"

"He’s a Sword Immortal, after all!"

"The Wind Snow Sword Immortal of Great Liang! The one who destroyed Great Liang with a single sword strike, suppressed Great Zhou, and possesses peerless grace! A Muddy World Immortal of his generation!"

"If the Wind Snow Sword Immortal were to appear, this so-called First Realm Grandmaster would be no match for him!"

"He is the true number one in the world."

Huzi’s eyes were filled with adoration.

It wasn’t just him.

All the Liang People revered the Wind Snow Sword Immortal.

He alone had brought peace to the thirty million people of Liang!

"That’s not for certain."

"They’ve never fought. Who knows if he’s a match for a First Realm Grandmaster? He’s only at the First Grade, after all."

Su Chen yawned and replied lazily.

"Don’t you dare speak ill of the Wind Snow Sword Immortal."

"I don’t care if you’re my savior, you can’t do that."

Huzi was furious.

He shouldered his carrying pole and stormed back to the docks.

Another day passed.

There was no business to be had.

Su Chen dropped his lazy demeanor, closed up shop, and patted the little turtle.

"Watch the house."

Then, he walked out of the apothecary.

The Tree Whiskers stirred.

He reverted to his appearance as Su Chen.

Dressed in the Muddy World Profound Robe, the youth looked like an immortal.

Only, the Dust-Washing Sword was no longer in his hand.

’I didn’t expect that kid to actually survive.’

’If he had really died,’

’I would have truly felt that I’d let down Zhang Gui.’

The wind blew, and snow fell.

Su Chen walked on, leaving no trace in the snow. He seemed to have merged with the wind and snow, and though he wore the face of the Wind Snow Sword Immortal that had once shaken the world, not a single person on the bustling, crowded street noticed him.

It was as if he were merely a part of the endless wind and snow.

He was the wind.

And he was the falling snow.

This was being one with heaven and earth, a Merging of his self with the momentum of the wind and snow.

Grand First Grade was still a distant prospect.

But that didn’t mean Su Chen hadn’t grown stronger.

The First Layer of momentum is called Microscopic.

The Second Layer is Merging.

This corresponds to the Third Realm of Grandmaster: Gathering Celestial Gate, Self as Dragon.

Su Chen had achieved Merging with his momentum.

He was also gaining a faint understanding of the second transformation of the One Sword, Three Transformations, a technique taught by the mysterious Sword Immortal from the Sword Fate Technique Page.

’If I get the chance to comprehend the second sword, it should be called Moon-slaying.’

「Outside the Imperial City.」

The child, now a youth, was looking up at him with eager anticipation.

"Lord Su, save me!"

"I’ve offended someone. I’m afraid I don’t have long to live."

The youth knelt and wailed.

"Who?"

Su Chen asked.

"The tenth on the Celestial List, the Cao Gang Leader, Xuan Wuming!"

In response, Su Chen simply nodded.

"You will live for ten more days."

"Ten days from now,"

"I will take care of this trouble with the Cao Gang Leader for you!"

With that said, Su Chen vanished without a trace.

Tenth on the Celestial List.

From the way he spoke, it sounded like a trivial matter.

And in truth, it was.

When Su Chen had first made his name, this Cao Gang Leader was still struggling at the Peak realm, unworthy to even look up to him.

"You little brat."

"Stealing our Cao Gang’s opportunity... We finally caught you."

In the distance, a group of Cao Gang members approached, weapons in hand and malice on their faces. Among them was the young, sturdy figure of Huzi.

The youth, Zhu Ying, gritted his teeth. Golden Light erupted from his body as he charged the Cao Gang members instead of fleeing, the sound of his bones and sinews popping.

’Don’t bring shame to Zhang Gui.’

Su Chen murmured to himself.

He hadn’t gone far; he was still watching.

Of course, if the boy died, he died.

He would only feel that he had let down his old friend. Nothing more.