There was an old house on the edge of Tianhe City. The house was not big and was a little dilapidated.
The people around knew that there was a couple and their daughter living in this old house. The couple was very old and had injuries that had not recovered for many years.
The couple had a daughter named Xu Ping 'an, which was a bit like a man's name. Judging from the name, the couple probably had nothing else to ask for but the safety of their daughter.
However, at this moment, a battle was taking place outside the old house.
A group of people stood proudly above the void, looking coldly at a woman who had been injured in front of them. This woman looked to be in her twenties and was in the Noble Plane. Although she was dressed plainly, it still could not hide her outstanding appearance.
It was hard to imagine that the two old people in this old house could have such a beautiful daughter.
However, at this time, Xu Ping 'an did not seem to be feeling well. Her lips were stained red with blood, and her beautiful face was pale. However, she still held a sword firmly in her hand. It was a rusty iron sword, dull and without a trace of power. It was hard to imagine that such a sword could be used in battle.
"Xu Ping 'an, can you return the thing you borrowed from us?" A burly noble figure asked coldly. He looked middle-aged and had cultivated for many years, but he was still a noble. This realm might be good in the mortal world, but in Tianhe City, the main city of Tianhe Realm, he could only be regarded as a marginal figure.
After many years of cultivation, he was still in the Noble Plane and could not break through the threshold of the Sage Plane. His state of mind was not good, and his talent was not good. Now, he had forgotten about it. He only wanted to be able to live well in a corner of Tianhe Realm.
He stared at Xu Ping 'an. Young, beautiful, and talented. He knew her very well, more than many people. If it was many years ago, he would not even have the qualifications to look up to a person like Xu Ping' an.
But now, she was in his hands.
"You schemed against me?" Xu Ping 'an said coldly.
"What do you mean schemed against? Don't you have to return what you took?" the middle-aged man said coldly. Xu Ping 'an's eyes were cold, but there was a bit of determination in them.
"If you really can't pay it back, I'll use you to pay. How about it?" the middle-aged man said coldly. He stepped forward, suppressing Xu Ping 'an.
"Get lost." Xu Ping 'an's eyes were cold. When the middle-aged man heard her words, he narrowed his eyes slightly and then waved his hand. Suddenly, a group of people stepped forward and approached Xu Ping' an, their aura enveloping her.
"Ping 'an, give them the sword." At this time, an old voice was heard. Xu Ping 'an turned around and saw two old men walking out. The one who spoke was his father, Xu Haoran. He had a head full of white hair and his face was full of wrinkles, as if he was in his seventies. Even his eyes were slightly turbid and not so bright.
However, looking at the outline of the old man's face, one could vaguely see the handsomeness of his youth. Moreover, even though he was already so old, he still had an extraordinary temperament.
"Father." Xu Ping 'an looked back at her father.
"Give it to them," Xu Haoran said. Xu Ping 'an's eyes were a little unwilling.
"The broken sword in her hand?" The middle-aged man glanced at the rusty iron sword in Xu Ping 'an's hand, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.
"Old man, who are you trying to scare?" Another person said coldly.
"The sword that my father left behind. Do you want it or not?" the old man said. When the middle-aged man heard his words, his pupils contracted slightly. He nodded and said, "Yes."
Moreover, his eyes were fixed on the sword, and there was a strong sense of greed in his eyes.
Compared to this sword, a beauty was nothing.
"Ping 'an, give it to him," the old man said. Xu Ping 'an's arm trembled slightly, but when she saw the look in her father's eyes, she finally threw the iron sword out. The middle-aged man instantly grabbed it and glanced at the sword. Although he couldn't see through it, he still turned around decisively and said, "Let's go."
The group of people quickly flashed away, even deliberately avoiding the sight of others. However, they were reluctant to put away the sword in their hands. They were still holding it in their hands, as if they wanted to unlock the mystery of the sword.
"Who is it?" When they walked into an alley, a dangerous aura suddenly descended. He raised his head and asked. As soon as his voice fell, a sword aura directly pierced his throat, leaving a bloody mark. Not only him, but the others also suffered the same fate. The surrounding sword will directly cut their throats, like a silk sword.
The group of people's eyes were wide open, and their eyes were full of fear and despair. It was as if they once again felt the sorrow of insignificant people. Even in death, they didn't know how they died.
A figure wearing a bamboo hat and clothed in cloth came over, picked up the rusty iron sword, and held it firmly with both hands. His expression was solemn, and his eyes were a little red. The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
In another direction, Xu Ping 'an and her parents returned to the old house. Xu Ping' an looked at her parents and whispered, "Your daughter is incompetent."
Xu Haoran turned around, stretched out his old hands, and tremblingly stroked Xu Ping 'an's cheeks. He said, "It's my fault. Back then, I wanted to shed a bloodline for your grandfather, so I had you before your mother's injury had completely worsened. This was a mistake. I let you come to the human world to suffer. It's my fault."
There was a strong sense of guilt in the old man's eyes, and there was even a trace of tears in the corner of his eyes.
"Father, mother, after so many years, why haven't we left? Will they keep an eye on us forever?" Xu Ping 'an looked at her parents and said.
"Ping 'an, many things seem accidental, but in fact, they are inevitable. We can't escape. Our family only wants to survive, but the trouble is still endless. It's obvious that we can't escape."
Xu Ping 'an lowered her head sadly. Indeed, all these years, their family had never gotten rid of trouble.
"Why don't you go and beg the old man?" Xu Ping 'an whispered.
"It's useless. We're all trapped. If we go and see the old man, it will only be worse." The old man shook his head. His heart was a little painful. Looking at his daughter, he felt a sense of powerlessness.
Xu Ping 'an's appearance and talent were outstanding. At this age, she should have enjoyed the best years, but they were thinking about how to survive all the time.
He had let his daughter down.
Xu Ping 'an also lowered her head. There was no innocence in her beautiful eyes like other people of the same age. There was only sadness and strength. She was sad that she couldn't change anything and couldn't protect her father and mother.
"Father, it doesn't matter. No matter what we face, our family is together." Xu Ping 'an raised her head and smiled brightly.
"Yes." Xu Haoran nodded heavily. He held his daughter and looked up at the sky. There was also a smile in his eyes.
Although his life was so bleak, if you asked him if he would blame those things in the past, he wouldn't. That was his father's choice.
"Who is it?"
At this moment, a cold light suddenly flashed in Xu Ping 'an's beautiful eyes. She turned around and saw a figure had entered the house. Xu Ping' an's face was a little pale. She didn't realize it until he walked in.
She turned around, and the aura of the Noble Realm bloomed from her body. There was a flash of determination in her eyes. Was he still not willing to let them go?
She saw that the person who came was wearing cotton clothes and a bamboo hat. He looked very ordinary and held a rusty iron sword in his hand. It was the sword that Xu Ping 'an had given before.
"Who are you?" Xu Ping 'an asked.
He took off the bamboo hat and looked at Xu Ping 'an. There was kindness and gentleness in his eyes, which made Xu Ping' an reveal a strange expression. This person didn't seem to be malicious.
The old man, Xu Haoran, looked at the middle-aged figure. His body trembled slightly, and he rubbed his eyes as if he couldn't believe it.
The person who came was Qi Xuangang.
He moved his eyes away from Xu Ping 'an and took a step forward, coming directly in front of the old man. He looked at the extremely old face in front of him, full of wrinkles of the vicissitudes of life, and his body already had the aura of death.
Qi Xuangang's eyes were red. He stretched out his hands and held the old man's shoulders tightly. He shouted in a trembling and low voice, "Haoran."
The old man's body also trembled slightly, and tears flowed out of his turbid eyes. The old woman beside him was the same. She lowered her head slightly and wept.
Xu Ping 'an looked at this scene blankly.
Who was he?
"Uncle-Master …" the old man shouted in a trembling voice.
"Uncle-Master." The old woman beside him also raised her tearful eyes and shouted.
Tears fell from the corners of Qi Xuangang's eyes. He thought he would never cry again.
Back then, the two young men were high-spirited and a peerless couple. But now, they had become so old and their cultivation had been destroyed. How could they resist the erosion of time?
"I thought you were all gone. Uncle-Master has let you down." Qi Xuangang stepped forward and gently hugged the old man, feeling only heart-wrenching pain.
He had let down too many people. Back then, too many people had fallen because of him.
Although it was not what he wanted, it had happened because of him.
"Since Uncle-Master is still alive, why did you come back?" the old man said. Qi Xuangang looked at him and then at Xu Ping 'an behind him.
"Some things cannot be left undone." He had thought that he would stay in Dali for the rest of his life, but because of Ye Futian, the trajectory of his life had changed. He had gone to the Supreme Realm.
Now, it was time to let go of everything.
Some things had to be done.
"Ping 'an, come and greet Uncle-Master," the old man said to Xu Ping' an. Xu Ping 'an walked to Qi Xuangang. Qi Xuangang looked at her with eyes full of love, but also with extreme heartache.
He thought of Feixue. Feixue's previous life was extremely bleak. However, he did not expect that Xu Ping 'an was here, also living a miserable and bleak life. She was still so young, but she was already bearing an unbearable burden.
"Uncle-Master," Xu Ping 'an called.
Qi Xuangang nodded heavily. He reached out and took Xu Ping 'an's hand, put the iron sword back in her palm, and whispered, "This is your grandfather's sword. Your grandfather often said that only those who have been cleansed are qualified to use a sword. Your grandfather was full of righteousness, a gentleman of the sword, the number one swordsman in Tianhe Realm."
Putting the sword in Xu Ping 'an's palm, Qi Xuangang turned to face the sky, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times. It was as if a peerless swordsman had appeared above the sky.
"Big brother, I have come back to see you."
Qi Xuangang's voice was full of sadness, and Xu Ping 'an, who was next to him, also shed tears when she saw this scene.
She, Xu Ping 'an, had lived a humble life, but her grandfather was a gentleman of the sword, recognized as the Gentleman Sword Emperor in Tianhe Realm, the number one swordsman.
Although, she had never seen her grandfather!
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