Sword Monarch

Long Street, Yanmen Town.

The white-clothed young man with a long sword and a wine jug, beating his horse as if he were flying.

"Greedy for a happy moment, always greedy for all happy moment... Excuse me! I'm in a hurry!"

Horse caused people scream all the way, and pedestrians fled in droves.

A freshly set up tofu stand on the street was trampled over by a horse's hooves, and the fresh tofu fell to pieces.

"What a bastard! Are you in a hurry to eat my tofu?!"

The voluptuous Tofu Beauty had both hands on her waist, and she swore harshly.

The young man turned his head and laughed,

"Not for today, I am going to the sword trail."

"I haven't seen a single success of your sword trail for five years , if you can make it, I'll go to the marquis' house to serve you tonight!"

"Clean yourself up and wait for me."

The young man's bright laughter was far away.

The Tofu Beauty spat with a red face and threw the other slab of tofu in her hand to the ground as well.

"Add two more slabs of tofu for the Marquis, and pay me at the end the month!"

Just a few slabs of tofu, as Marquis, he never cared.

Everyone who lived in Yanmen Town knew that Marquis Hanshui, Yun Que, was a real loser.

The center of the town was fenced off an open space and was packed with people.

A wooden building rose from the ground!

The wooden building had a special name, the Sword Trial Building.

Every year, on the seventh day of the seventh month in lunar calendar, this kind of wooden buildings from the Sword Palace would appear in all the major towns of Country Yan.

Only by passing the test at the Sword Trial Building would one have the opportunity to worship in the Sword Palace and embark on the path of cultivation that the world aspired to.

The status of the Sword Palace was transcendent, and whenever the Sword Trial Building was opened, the entire Country Yan was in a great frenzy.

And this day was also known as, the Sword Trial Day.

"Look! Isn't that the Chu Family's eldest son, Chu Xi? I've heard that he's extremely talented in the sword path, he'll definitely be able to get a place in the Sword Palace."

"The second miss of the Han family is also here! She had a famous teacher to guide her, so this time she must be success."

The crowd of onlookers discussed the situation and the the atmosphere grew more and more lively.

This year, there were quite a number of kids from rich families who participated in the Sword Trial, and most of them had real talent and had practiced sword for many years. They only waited to become famous in one battle.

If they could not succeed at once, not only would they lose face, but their state of mind would also be greatly affected, this would be extremely unfavorable to their future cultivation.

Of course there were those who didn't care.

Like the white boy who just arrived.

Wow.

The crowd automatically parted to make way for a straight and spacious path.

They were not in the way of the Marquis' majesty, but were afraid that they would be tainted by the Yun family's bad luck.

"It's the fifth time, it's clear that he was not the cultivation talent, yet he still come to join for fun."

"If it wasn't for the fact that his father was guarding Hanshui City back then and didn't come out, letting the northern barbarians wreak havoc, we wouldn't have lost half of the northern part of the country, and would have been jokingly referred to as Southern Country Yan."

"The emperor changed the Yanmen Marquis to the Hanshui Marquis, is to let the Yun family remember the humiliation, but they do not care, and Yun Que causes trouble all day, simply likes a devil."

"His father Yun Changji is a coward, how could he be a good son? The old waste born a little waste. Just... ouch!"

Clunk!

The flying wine jug smashed the cursing guy into a daze, and followed by a heavy punch to the face, the blood ran from his nose and mouth.

Grasping that man's neck, Yun Que said with a smirk,

"Insulting the Marquis in the street, you didn't get a bad beating, remember next time, you can scold me, but not my father."

Wiping the blood on his hands, the white-clothed boy crossed the crowd to the front of the Sword Trial Building.

"It is Marquis Yun who has lost many battles! You've come to test your sword again." Chu Xi, the eldest young master of the Chu Family, said in a conspiratorial manner.

His words caused the rich kids to burst into laughter.

"Marquis Yun, you must be successful, don't lose like before."

"Marquis Yun, your indomitable strength is truly a model for us, and I really admire the fact that even a loser has to fight hard."

Yun Que was accustomed to the cynicism of the rich family's children and smiled as he held a fist salute.

"Thank you all for cheering me up, I will definitely work hard so that when I enter the Sword Palace and become your classmate, I can continue to bully you all."

After hearing this, the faces of the rich families turned ugly.

Regardless of how wasteful he was, he held the title of a marquis, he could beat them up in the street, and the officials wouldn't care much about it.

They hadn't been beaten up by Yun Que for many times.

"It's time, the sword test begins!"

The chants from the Sword Palace emissary were like sword whistles.

The rules were simple.

The Sword Trial Building was decorated with sword dao formations, and whoever could hold on to three baptisms of sword qi would pass the test.

If he wanted to resist the sword qi, he had to use a sword to do so.

In the Sword Trail Building, the competition was not only about techniques, but also about who has a better sword!

The better the sword, the easier it was to resist the sword baptism.

Stepping into the wooden building, Yun Que lightly occupied a corner and removed the long sword behind his back.

The blade of the sword was razor sharp, and a row of intricate runes was engraved on the sword.

"Wow, Marquis Yun actually got a magic weapon! It seems that you can't judge a person by his appearance, and a loser should not be underestimated."

Chu Xi said teasingly and drew out an azure blue long sword, and in a flash the sword light dazzled throughout the wooden building.

"Middle-grade magic weapon, Blue Magpie Sword!"

"With this sword, Master Chu doesn't even need to do anything, he can easily pass the test just by standing still!"

The rest of the rich children were envious, their long swords were all lower-grade magic weapons just like the one Yun Que was holding.

Only the second miss of the Han family, Han Jiao, also took out a middle-grade magic weapon not weaker than the Blue Magpie Sword, and her sword sparkled.

The whistling sound in the wooden building grew, and the sword baptism began!

A ring of sword qi appeared from the void and gradually descended above the heads of the crowd.

Facing the cyclone, Yun Que decisively swayed the long sword in his hand.

The first few tests to the Sword Trial Building weren't for nothing. It's just that he didn't have a good sword, he survived the first sword qi at best, and each time it ended in failure.

This time it's different!

With a real magic weapon, Yun Que was certain that he would be able to hold on until the end.

At this time, Chu Xi on the opposite side of the room suddenly made an evil move. Relying on the fact that he had a middle-grade magic weapon, he forced the sword qi above his own head towards Yun Que's side.

"You can't enter the Sword Palace in your life! Have the guts to come bully me now!" Chu Xi shouted and cursed recklessly.

He was just getting complacent when he suddenly saw the Hanshui Marquis on the opposite side of the room drop a slate out of his sleeve, followed by a cloud of black shadows splitting his face.

There was a crunching sound and a bloody head.

"You cheated! No other weapons are allowed in the Sword Trial Building!"

"What kind of weapon is a slate, there's no such thing in our country's law."

"Just wait!"

Chu Xi broke through the cyclone in anger and drilled into the small room for people to rest to bandage his wounds.

The second time the sword qi washed over him, Chu Xi made a shocking move and directly chopped at the ground with the Blue Magpie Sword.

"You're crazy! Attacking the Sword Trial Building will increase the power of the Sword Formation!"

"Stop! We can't carry the cyclone when it gets stronger!"

The crowd was alarmed.

Chu Xi didn't care and pointed at Yun Que, "You still want to enter the Sword Palace? Dream on!"

The power of the cyclone had obviously more than doubled, and with this level of sword qi, it would be difficult for a lower-grade magic weapon to withstand it.

Yun Que used all his strength to break down the cyclone, and in the end, although he persevered, many more cracks appeared on his long sword.

During the second baptism of sword qi, many people's weapons were broken, and the people who failed hurriedly exited the Sword Trial Building while cursed Chu Xi.

If they didn't have a sword, they absolutely couldn't stay inside, or they would be strangled by the sword qi and die!

Yun Que returned to the hut where he was temporarily resting.

With a gentle break with his hand, the long sword snapped in half.

"My Mansion..."

Yun Que was helpless.

This sword was exchanged for him with the entire mansion, including the servants and maids, even the two kennels and three big black dogs were packaged together.

"It was so close, it would have been nice to have a sword."

Yun Que sighed heavily.

The fifth attempt to test the sword was going to end in failure again.

The barbarians were good at fighting, and there were a lot of cultivation experts among them. Ordinary people were no match at all, even Country Yan's army was defeated. Let alone an idle marquis like Yun Que who didn't have a single soldier.

If he couldn't pass the test at the Sword Trial Building, he won't be able to go to the Sword Palace, and step on the path of cultivation.

Without cultivation, it would be impossible to clear his father's reputation and find out the truth about the 100,000 soldiers buried in Hanshui City.

A penny was enough to trouble a hero, he knew at this time.

And he, the Hanshui Marquis, was troubled by a sword.

Just as Yun Que was fretting about the sword, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the side.

"I have a sword, would you like to try it, young master?"

Yun Que turned his head and saw a short man squatted at the corner of the house at some point. He had a face full of wrinkles, and a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"You have a sword? Show it to me."

Yun Que never judged people by their appearance, let alone the fact that this was the time when the sword was needed the most.

The short man took out a sword box from his back as if he was doing a trick, and opened it up, inside lay an ancient long sword.

The body of the sword was flushed with green, and there was a cold light flowing from the blade like drops of water, and two words were engraved on the sword.

Nine Disasters.

"This is... dad's sword!"

Yun Que rose up in alarm.

The long sword in front of him was incomparably familiar to him. It was his father's ancestral treasure blade that never left his body, the Nine Disasters Sword!

"You work for my father?"

"Exactly, hey. The Old Marquis ordered me to deliver the sword, and I've been trudged for five whole years."

"How did you get in here, can't they see you?"

"Of course they can't see me." The short man squeezed out a strange smile and said, "Because I'm a ghost."

There are many different opinions on the subject of gods and ghosts.

It is a world of mystery and metaphysics.

In the world, there are cultivators who fly to the sky and hide from the world, there are great scholars who paint mountains and rivers, there are giants who move mountains and hills, and there are demons and evils who transform themselves into thousands of things.

Since cultivators can fly in the sky with their swords and great demons can swallow cities and destroy towns, gods and ghosts may not be legends.

Yun Que's staring eyes were dead set on the short man in the corner.

He couldn't tell if he was a human or a ghost. But he was able to sneak into the Sword Trial Building under the eyes of the Sword Palace's emissary, he must not be ordinary.

"What happened in Hanshui City back then! How exactly did my father die! Where did all the 100,000 soldiers go!"

Yun Que's eyes flooded with blood as he shouted out this roar that had been buried in his heart for five long years.

Even a hundred thousand ants would fight before being trapped to death, let alone a hundred thousand soldiers, a great troop led by his father, who was known as the First Military God of Yan!

Ever since the bad news came five years ago, the only thing left in Yun Que's heart was the empty city that stood on the banks of the Hanshui River.

He vowed to find out the truth and clear his father's name!

"Dead, all dead..."

The short man let out a strange sound that he didn't know whether it was a cry or a laugh, and his figure slowly dissipated.

If it wasn't for the Nine Disasters Sword in front of him, Yun Que would have thought that he was in a dream world.

Caressing the sword case, Yun Que's eyes reddened.

He had not seen his mother since he was a child and was dependent on his father.

As a child, he used to sit on his father's shoulder and ask about his mother's whereabouts.

"Dad, everyone has mom, why don't I have one?"

"Who says you don't have a mother! I can't give birth to babies, so of course you was born by your mother."

"What about my mother? Why didn't she come to us?"

"Because I played with women around and left so many affairs, I can't remember which woman gave birth to you."

"You liar!"

Whenever this happened, the little Yun Que would see his father staring at the clouds in fascination, murmuring to himself,

"There is no such good thing as a god, the free world is the best, sooner or later, one day, father will take your mother back, and we will be reunited as a family."

A fleeting memory, a momentary lapse...

"The free world is the best..."

Yun Que whispered and took a deep breath, suppressing his surging thoughts and grabbing the long sword in the sword case.

In an instant, a stormy and terrifying sword qi followed!

As Yun Que picked up the Nine Disasters Sword, his vision blurred for an instant, as if he had traveled through countless years to see a vicious battle from the ancient past.

A man in green robe was standing on the top of clouds, holding a long sword, flying like an immortal.

Surrounding the man in the green robe was a behemoth that could be considered terrifying!

There were huge demonic shadows that were almost as high as heaven and earth!

There was the Buddha with the Dharma majesty of the sun and the moon atop his head!

There were huge beasts covered in fire and ferocious flames!

There were three-headed, six-armed demonic beings with golden light!

These terrifying existences actually joined hands to bombard the man in the green robe. The earth and sky lost color, the clouds shattered, and countless cracks littered the void, as if the entire earth and sky were going to be torn apart by this vicious battle.

The green figure, on the other hand, was riding a long sword, flying idly amidst the demonic shadows and Buddha's light, the blazing flames and golden lights.

One sword came out, cut off the devil's head!

Second sword came out, destroyed the Buddha's light!

Third sword came out, the giant beast broke into two, and the demon's six arms were all broken!

The green silhouette took one step at a time, gradually transforming into a sword light that shone brightly in heaven and earth, just like a great sun rising from the clouds.

This scene was a shocking sight to Yun Que, at this moment, his mind was blank, only two words remained.

Sword Monarch!

The thought had just arisen when a booming thunder sounded in Yun Que's ears, and countless golden lightning rays descended from the sky, filling all the images with overwhelming thunder light.

With a stabbing pain in his head, Yun Que woke up with a start.

He was still in the wooden building, and the Sword Monarch and Thunder Light had long since disappeared, just like a big dream.

"Who was the Sword Monarch just now... Could he be related to the Nine Disasters Sword? And what are those golden thunderbolts?"

Yun Que breathed heavily and shocked.

Looking at the Nine Disasters Sword in his hand again, many cracks appeared at some point.

Those cracks were by no means new cracks, but were full of ancient desolation. As if each crack represented a vicious battle that had changed the color of heaven and earth.

The sound of sword whistles echoed outside the door, and the third sword qi baptism was about to begin.

Yun Que didn't have time to think much and pushed out the door with the Nine Disasters Sword.

There were only six people left.

Other than Chu Xi and Han Jiao's middle-grade magic weapons which were unharmed, the long swords of the remaining people were more or less shattered.

They didn't want to give up this opportunity and intended to give it one last shot.

Seeing Yun Que appear, Chu Xi was very surprised, then overjoyed.

"You actually didn't escape? Haha, great! Your broken sword definitely won't be able to hold up to the third sword qi baptism, I'll see how you die!"

A few rich kids with magic weapons chimed in.

"Yun, you deserve it! You won't be able to get out of the Sword Trial Building today!"

"I don't like him anymore, he beats up whoever curses his father, how about we curse today! Your father is a coward and a waste, a disgrace to our country!"

A few rich kids recklessly shouted and cursed to their heart's content.

After this test, their identities with Yun Que would change drastically.

They would become high and mighty disciples of the Sword Palace, while Yun Que would continue to bear the shameful title and waste away his years in Yanmen Town.

Han Jiao on the side couldn't help but say,

"Don't bully the youth. Not being able to enter the Sword Palace is not the same as not being able to cultivate in this life, maybe he has another chance."

Chu Xi sneered, "Another chance? Even he himself doesn't believe it, right? The son of a coward should be a loser for life!"

Buzz...

The sound of the sword trembling went from small to large.

Yun Que raised his sword over the top, his gaze suddenly sharp, "You still haven't suffered enough over the years, in that case, let's have some more!"

Clang!

As the sword slashed down, wood shavings flew, and a large hole was cut into the ground of the Sword Trial Building!

Previously, Chu Xi had only hacked out a small pit in the ground, allowing the sword qi in the building to enhance more than three times, and Yun Que's move was equivalent to demolishing the entire floor.

Chu Xi and other people were jaw-dropped with fear.

Outside the building, two Sword Palace emissaries were chatting idly.

"Yanmen Town's children are quite talented, especially the girl called Han Jiao should be a Spirit Body, after going back, the seniors will have to battle again."

"That Hanshui Marquis is truly courageous, he came to test for five years in a row. I'm afraid I haven't encountered anyone like him since the establishment of the Sword Palace."

"The fighting spirit aroused by the first roll of drums is depleted by the second and exhausted by the third. He failed more than three times, he would certainly have no opportunity to pass the test."

"Indeed, but there are always some stubbornness in the world... Ah... how the building is crooked!"

The two Sword Palace emissaries froze as they watched the Sword Trial Building slowly tilting.

Inside the building, the sword wind was raging at the moment!

The broken ground inspired the maximum power of the spell formation, and the entire Sword Trial Building let out an unbearable crunching sound, about to collapse.

Above the heads of everyone in the building, a cyclone ten times stronger than before appeared!

The sword qi seemed like a spinning scythe, whistling down.

A few tester who held lower-grade magic weapons were directly churned to pieces with their long swords, and flew out of the building covered in blood, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The only ones who persevered were Yun Que, Chu Xi and Han Jiao.

Among them, Yun Que was at ease.

The Nine Disasters Sword was like a fish in water in his hands. Although he couldn't cut down the sword qi, the grade was far superior to the other two's middle-grade artifacts, and it was easy to block the surge of trial sword qi!

Chu Xi gradually couldn't support himself.

He was in the worst physical condition and had long been overwhelmed.

On the verge of failure, Chu Xi clenched his teeth and raised the Blue Magpie Sword to charge at Yun Que.

"If I can't go to the Sword Palace, neither can you!"

Fighting wasn't forbidden in the Sword Trial Building, it was just that no one did that.

Even resisting the sword qi baptism took all of one's strength, so who had the leisure to look for trouble from others.

Without dodging or avoiding, Yun Que raised his sword and chopped, only to hear the crunching sound of gold and iron exploding.

After the sword light, the Blue Magpie Sword broke into two pieces.

"My sword! My Middle-grade Blue Magpie Sword!"

Chu Xi was shocked out of his wits.

Without waiting for him to pick up the broken sword, he was directly blown away by the incoming trial sword qi.

Han Jiao witnessed everything, and she was amazed beyond belief.

The Trial Sword Qi that landed on her was incredibly thick and pressurized her, but the other person, Yun Que, instead stood at ease as usual.

When Han Jiao was about to be unable to hold on, he saw Yun Jiao lift his sword and chop.

"Do not bully the youth, if a man has a will, he will have a chance."

As the young man whispered, the trial sword qi above Han Jiao's head was split more than halfway.

He was not beheading her, but helping her!

Han Jiao was like a drowning person grabbing a life preserver, trying her best to finally hold on.

With a loud roar, the wooden building could no longer support itself and collapsed away.

The people watching exclaimed and scattered for cover.

In the midst of the boards and debris tumbling about, the white-clothed boy stood with his head held high!

While Yun Que was pleasantly surprised, he was even more deeply puzzled.

The Nine Disasters Sword, which was still in his hand a moment ago, had inexplicably disappeared!

Yun Que was calm on the surface, but his heart was appalled.

His sword was gone!

Without any signs, it just disappeared out of his hand, so fast!

Yun Que thought that it was taken away by the ghost servant, but on second thought it wasn't right.

Since the ghost servant was ordered to deliver the sword, there was definitely no reason to take it back.

Where the hell did the sword go?

Yun Que was filled with confusion for a while.

The outside of the Sword Trial Building was silent at this time.

People stared straight ahead with wide eyes.

In the past years, the sword trials were lively and bustling, but in fact, there were only a few people passed.

This year, the entire Sword Trial Building collapsed.

Never heard before!

The most outrageous thing was that even the two Sword Palace emissaries were buried in the collapsed rubble.

"Who did this! How dare you!"

A black-faced emissary of the Sword Palace lifted the wooden boards over his head and roared in exasperation, while another white-faced emissary was also in a state of disarray and covered in dust.

No one dared to answer.

The atmosphere was oppressive and palpitating.

The Sword Palace emissary represented the Sword Palace, and it was easy to lose one's head if one angered others.

"He..."

Chu Xi stretched out his fingers with difficulty, spitting out blood and pointing at Yun Que.

He was already speechless and dying, but at this moment he saw the hope of revenge.

"It's Yun Que!"

A middle-aged man in flashy clothes roared angrily, ''Yun Que destroyed the Sword Trial Building! He deserves to die! Emissaries, quickly kill him!"

This person was Chu Heng, Chu Xi's dad, and with his own son being wasted, coupled with the destruction of his magic weapon, he hated Yun Que to the bone.

"Right! It was Yun Que who did it!"

"That's him! We saw it with our own eyes!"

A couple of half-crippled rich kids were around to testify.

They hated Yun Que and couldn't wait for Yun Que to be beheaded on the spot by the Sword Palace emissary immediately.

"Dear Emissaries, Yun Que had the reason, it is Chu Xi, they... ."

"Shut up!"

Han Jiao wanted to defend Yun Que, but she was unexpectedly stopped by the emissary just as she opened her mouth.

The two emissaries stared at Yun Que without blinking, fearing that he would run away.

"I did it."

Yun Que readily admitted it.

"You destroyed the Sword Trial Building all by yourself?" Black-faced emissary Ma Yong asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's me." Yun Que said.

"What did you use to destroy it?" The white-faced emissary named Niu Bucai eagerly pursued.

"Of course it's a sword." Yun Que said.

"Where's your sword!" The two emissaries spoke in unison.

"Broken." Yun Que said.

Upon hearing the reply, Ma Yong and Niu Bucai glanced at each other, their expressions becoming odd.

"You're dead, Yun Que! The heavens have eyes, my son's great revenge will be avenged!" Chu Heng cursed in a vicious tirade.

It's not just Chu Heng.

Everyone present, including Han Jiao, thought that Yun Que had met a heavenly mess.

Destroying the sword palace's greatest treasure, the Sword Trial Building, even if he won't lose his life, he will have to be punished heavily!

However, the attitude of the Sword Palace emissary was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Nice done!"

Ma Yong's stern black face seemed like a scorched black flower, and his two eyes smiled into slits.

"Little brother, you are uniquely gifted, your future attainments are unlimited."

Niu Bucai smiled and complimented, even changing his address to a little brother.

Yun Que anticipated this and cupped his fists and arched his hands, humbly saying, "You are flattering, I am just lucky."

"Lucky is a gift! Oh."

"Throughout history, those who gained great power must be blessed with good fortune."

The emissary's change of attitude stunned the surrounding crowd with jaws dropping.

Chu Heng roared in dismay, "Are the two emissaries drunk? The Sword Trial Building is the Sword Palace's greatest treasure, destroying the Sword Trial Building is a declaration of war against the Sword Palace! The murderer is here, why don't you guys hurry up and kill him!"

"Unbridled!"

Ma Yong waved his sleeve and grunted coldly, "We have our own rules for the Sword Palace, no need for outsiders to judge."

Chu Heng was pushed out a long way by an invisible wave of air and fell on his back.

He climbed up in a sorry state and said in defiance, "Why shouldn't he be punished! It was clearly him who destroyed the Sword Trial Building!"

Chu Heng's questioning was also something that many people didn't understand.

It was unbelievable that Yun Que had smashed the signboard of the Sword Palace, but the Sword Palace emissary was not only not annoyed and angry, they also called him little brother with a smile on his brow.

Niu Bucai glanced at Chu Heng and said,

"The Sword Trial Buildings are indeed valuable, and destroyed one is naturally a loss for the Sword Palace, but don't forget the true purpose of the Sword Trial Buildings."

Hearing this, Han Jiao instantly realized and exclaimed in shock,

"It's a sword test! The Sword Trial Building is also the Sword Trial Stone! Those who can leave traces on the Sword Trial Stone are swordsmen, and those who can sever the Sword Trial Stone are Grandmasters! Yun Que is a genius in sword cultivation!"

It dawned on everyone, even Chu Heng understood.

The Sword Trial Building looked precious, but in the end, it was just a large sword test stone, used to choose disciples.

Ordinary talent left a shallow mark on the sword test stone, superior talent left a deeper mark, and the fact that Yun Que had even hacked through the sword test stone meant that the his swordsmanship talent was top notch!

A natural talent!

Chu Heng's face was full of death, and his son was directly pissed off and swallowed his breath.

The crowd was quiet for a moment before boiling over again.

People who had previously pitied Yun Que, thinking that he had to be heavily punished, were now envious instead.

That wasn't all, the two Sword Palace emissaries pulled Yun Que and didn't let him go.

"This is a storage bag with cabinet-sized storage space inside."

Niu Bucai presented a small and exquisite cloth bag to Yun Que and said in a serious tone.

"It's not empty inside, there's also a Refinement Stage Mind Technique labeled with insights, take it as my greeting gift."

Ma Yong was also willing to show his kindness and took out three dark golden talismans in the size of a palm.

"These three sword talismans can be harnessed with spiritual qi and fly at will within ten feet, not only can they fight against the enemy, but they can also lay the foundation for future sword-riding, and they are most suitable for new disciples like you who are new to the Sword Palace."

The two emissaries insisted on giving gifts to him, and there was no way for Yun Que to refuse, so he had no choice but to accept the gift and say thank you.

Yun Que had expected that destroying the Sword Trial Building would not earn him punishment, which was why he had graciously admitted it, but he didn't realized that there were so many additional benefits.

With the collapse of the wooden building, this year's Sword Trial ended.

As the Sword Trial Buildings were spread throughout the large and small towns of Country Yan, and they were far away from or near to the Sword Palace, those people who passed the test had plenty of time to prepare.

They just need to arrive at the Sword Palace within ten days.

The only ones who passed the examination in Yanmen Town were Yun Jiao and Han Jiao, and after leaving the Sword Palace's entry token, Ma Yong and Niu Bucai then left.

Walking out of the town, the two emissaries smiled at each other.

With Yun Que's talent, in the future, he would definitely be the key cultivation sword son of each academy, and he was even highly promised to the position of the Elder.

They had nothing to lose by showing their goodwill in advance.

Maybe in the future, they could even take advantage of him and soar to the sky!

People were still mingling and talking about this big news in Yanmen Town.

The white-clad boy flipped his saddle onto his horse, with an imposing presence.

Next to the Spring House, the flamboyant girls waved their handkerchiefs .

"Marquis Yun is so powerful! And so handsome. You deserve to be the number one man in Yanmen Town!"

"How about coming up to have a cup of tea, I will dance for you without a penny!"

"Hee! Come to me! I will sing you a happy song."

Facing a building full of beauties, Yun Que raised his whip and hit his horse,

"I am tired today, so I will go back and take a rest first.Then come back to listen to your sweet songs when I am refreshed."

The young man was far away in the hot sun with a hearty laugh.

Han Jiao looked at the distant figure and murmured softly with envy,

"When I was young, my spring shirt was thin, I rode my horse and leaned on the slanting bridge, the beauties all waving their hands..."

The Sword Trial ended.

Some people were happy and some were indignant.

"Prepare the carriage! Go to Medicine Hall!"

Chu Heng completely lost his former nobility, and roared like a madman,

"He killed my son, the Taoist Master won't let him go! I want that little brute to die horribly!!!"