Once Happy accepted the quest from the master of Purple Bamboo Forest, he left Sword of Heavenly Lake Faction without stopping and went down from Heaven Mountain.
He did not expect that when he came to search for a way to nourish Heaven Crystal in Heavenly Lake and was even prepared to fight for a long time and stay near Heaven Mountain to carry out quests, the location of the quest from Purple Bamboo Forest was not there.
What made him feel even more resigned was that the person who stole Sword of Heavenly Lake Plate was a top-class elite he had never expected to be. He was an elite who had once made countless wuxia fans go mad!
He was a swordsman who symbolized loneliness and nobility!
When he appeared, he was always pure and white …
His clothes were as white as snow, his sword was as white as snow, his side profile was as white as snow, and his loneliness was as white as snow. He was a man who had completely devoted himself to the dao of the sword and was close to becoming a god.
Ximen Chuixue!
But based on Happy's understanding of Ximen Chuixue, this man would not stoop to stealing a plate from Sword of Heavenly Lake, because this man had no worries in his heart. All he had was his sword. When it came to killing, most of the time, he just waited for his sword to be drawn. That was all.
But …
Since the clue was Ximen Chuixue, Happy could only continue searching based on this clue.
Even though this might affect other powerful players, such as Lu Xiaofeng, Ye Gucheng, and even the palace and the summit of the Forbidden Land, Happy could only continue searching.
Ximen Chuixue.
'I wonder how his speed of drawing his sword is compared to One Emperor's.
'I wonder just how profound Ye Gucheng's Otherworldly Flying Immortal is?'
On his way down the mountain, Happy was hesitant, but he also had endless expectations. An excited smile curled up on his lips.
Even though he might run into a lot of obstacles along the way and it would severely affect the time he needed to nourish Heaven Crystal, since he could run into peerless elites like Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, Happy felt that he had gained something from this trip.
…
Beijing.
There were a few elites with extraordinary presences living in an alley near the corner of the city wall that few people passed through, but they seldom went out.
A long time ago, there was a rumor that a peerless master lived here. Martial artists who passed by would occasionally hear the sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath coming from the courtyard inside. The sound was very clear and crisp. The sound of a sword being drawn was very refreshing. It gave people a feeling that it was sharp and could destroy everything.
Unfortunately.
The courtyard was quite deep, and there was a shed in the courtyard. Even if someone stood on the roof, it would be difficult for them to see it …
Besides, the people inside never went out. Even if they went out, no one saw them. They kept an incredibly low profile. Gradually, as time passed, the martial artists in Beijing became used to this situation, and they no longer found it strange.
But on this day …
There was someone standing outside the alley.
The handsome and tall man was dressed in a well-proportioned brocade robe with black borders, giving him an extraordinary presence. With a clear gaze, he stared at the door where the clear sounds of swords being drawn could be heard. While he listened to the sounds coming from inside, faint excitement and delight appeared on his face.
"His swordsmanship is extraordinary. I should be able to gain something from this trip."
After listening for a while, the man walked up to the stairs and knocked on the door.
A few martial artists who passed by nearby stared at the person curiously, and someone could not help but give him a reminder.
"Stop knocking. It's useless. This family never comes out."
"…"
The man turned to look at the person who spoke.
The person also saw the man's face clearly, and his body shuddered. He could not help but widen his eyes, and he stuttered, "One … One Emperor …"
The nearby players stopped in their tracks, shocked expressions on their faces.
One Emperor!
"It's really him."
"Why is One Emperor in Beijing?"
"Could it be a hidden mission?"
"Is it related to the people in this courtyard?" Countless players discussed among themselves. They were filled with curiosity and anticipation toward One Emperor's goal in coming to this place.
One Emperor was indifferent to the people and gazes that gathered on him from all directions. He fixed his gaze on the person who reminded him just now and asked,
"What do you mean by never coming out?"
"Urk …" The slightly plump player became nervous. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he answered tentatively.
"In the past, many people have knocked on the door, but no one answered."
One Emperor frowned.
He turned his head around to listen. As expected, the sound of swords being drawn in the courtyard was still the same. It did not seem to have any intention of stopping to open the door …
"You won't open the door?"
Not a single hint of displeasure could be seen on One Emperor's face.
Just when the players in the area were guessing whether One Emperor intended to give up or take other action, they saw One Emperor calmly bring out a longsword in a golden sheath.
“！！！”
The players at both ends of the alley sucked in sharp breaths.
'Does One Emperor intend to force his way in?'
One Emperor used his actions to answer the puzzlement in the players' hearts. He held his sword hilt with his right hand, and when a clear and melodious sword whine rose, he slowly drew half of his longsword.
A ghastly sword glare was mixed with a sword will that filled the air, causing the people in the alley to feel as if they were under great pressure. They held their breaths and did not even dare to breathe loudly while they stared at One Emperor's actions.
At that moment, some observant people finally noticed that as One Emperor drew his sword and caused a sword whine, the sounds in the courtyard suddenly disappeared. Then, the sound of footsteps rose.
Clang!
The door that had been shut for a year suddenly opened from the inside.
Whoosh whoosh!
Countless gazes gathered on the door like spotlights, and they landed on a boy who appeared to be less than eighteen years old.
There were still droplets of sweat on the boy's face, and his clothes were drenched. Once he opened the door, he looked around with an incredibly cold gaze. In the end, his eyes landed on One Emperor, who had put away his sword. "You're the one who drew the sword?" His tone was cold and concise. At the same time, there was a faint hint of hostility in it.
One Emperor smiled faintly and said, "This is Senior Ximen's residence."
"I don't know anything about Ximen or Ximen." The boy was a little impatient. He interrupted One Emperor and answered, "My master said that the sound of you drawing your sword is too unpleasant to hear, so he asked me to come and fight against you." His words were very simple.
"You're Senior Ximen's disciple?"
"Duh!"
One Emperor did not think that he was disobedient. Instead, he smiled. "Since you're Senior Ximen's disciple, then you have the right to fight against me. Let me see just how strong the disciple taught by the legendary Sword Demon is."
"Go ahead and attack."
"Me?" One Emperor smiled. Naturally, he could tell that the boy should be a player and not an NPC. The number of players who had the right to ask him to attack first could be counted on one hand.
But the boy in front of him asked him to draw his sword first.
The boy's gaze was very determined and serious.
One Emperor sighed in resignation and casually drew his longsword.
But right when he did so, the boy's gaze suddenly turned incredibly sharp.
"That's not how you draw a sword!"
Clang!
One Emperor could not see the boy's movements at all. A dazzling snowflake instantly arrived in front of him.
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