The treatment received naturally differed.
Just as they were leaving the town, that old Sword Madman suddenly muttered to himself:
"I should teach him swordsmanship."
Old Si Ming startled, looking towards the elder.
Only Si Ming knew the weight of this statement.
Originally, the Murong Family was just an ordinary hidden Martial Arts clan. Two hundred years ago, a remarkably talented swordsman appeared who swept across the world, flattening all the sword sects and exhausting all swords and mystical weapons before establishing the Divine Weapon Mansion.
In his lifetime, he fought in three hundred sword duels, killing three hundred top swordsmen.
He possessed ninety-six mystical weapons, half of which were acquired by breaking through sword sects, confiscating their ancestral mystical weapons, and disbanding their disciples and members; the rest were forged by himself.
With a Green Blade in hand, he entered the Academy three times, repelled the Innate Taoists, and fought Gongyang Su Wang three times without defeat; alone with only his sword, he traversed ten thousand miles of Chen Country’s territory, unstoppable by anyone. Had he not lost heart, he would have almost broken into the Imperial Palace, such a brazen man had never spoken such words before.
The old Sword Madman sat quietly, his lifespan had already exceeded two hundred years.
For a swordsman at the peak of killing, that was incredible.
In his youth, he traveled all over the world’s Sword Sects, proclaiming himself the supreme swordsman unrivaled by anyone. Such a person did not seek the legendary longevity but the blade that could sever longevity.
He would definitely, at the end of his life, seek out a duel with a legend of the Martial World.
But before that, he would pass on his swordsmanship.
Uttering this sentence meant that Murong Longtu had made his final decision.
Old Si Ming kept silent, deciding first to take Sword Madman around Taoist Sects whose temperament would fulfill the Sword Madman. However, the ultimate outcome, even Si Ming couldn’t see through. In theory, a Martial World martial artist shouldn’t be a match for those four people.
But the Sword of Sword Madman, he couldn’t predict either.
Si Ming did not want to witness that scene, which would make him lose two old friends.
He didn’t know whether Li Guanyi being outstanding was a good or a bad thing.
The old man sighed, feeling that such Martial World swordsmen were really beyond understanding; he warmed himself by the fire. Sword Madman, in simple green clothes, sat on a bluestone, holding a liquor bottle, drinking with his head thrown back, his white hair and beard exhibiting calm dignity.
Younger generation enters, older generation exits.
The younger generation is vigorous and ambitious.
The older generation should be as ardent as before.
I came with the sound of ten thousand swords, and when I leave, I shall shake the world.
This is his Martial World.
And in Jiangzhou City, Ji Yanzhong looked at the Imperial Palace and suddenly felt it a bit desolate.
The delegation from Central State would not leave so quickly; there were always various matters to handle and proper gestures to be made, even though everyone knew now that the etiquette of the Emperor of Central State was a joke.
But they couldn’t disregard it themselves.
If they did not honor their own customs, then the rules from the Red Emperor really would be a joke.
Ji Yanzhong felt that the nobles of Chen Country looked at him somewhat strangely.
After all, he taught two people the Red Dragon Power, and both these individuals eventually became rebels from military officers.
The considered elder felt he might be incompatible with Chen Country.
Teach one, one rebels.
And those who rebelled were not small fry—one was a general famous throughout the land for his unmatched combat skills.
The other was a young hero, the youngest Founding County Knight.
It was as if he was cursed.
Now these military officers dared not get close to him, for fear the old man would pass on some Magic Skill that would affect their careers. Only those like Ye Buyi, from the Zhou Liuying personalities, were still here.
Ji Yanzhong admired them, and added to that, Ye Buyi was the son of the leader of Chen Country’s elite Night Rider Cavalry, and Zhou Liuying’s grandfather was an Old General of Chen Country, who created the Hook and Scythe Formation that was known far and wide for using infantry to defeat cavalry—both absolutely authentic nobles of a good family.
The old man saw their youthful talent and spirited stride.
Again wanting to wash away his own notorious reputation that all who inherit his powers must rebel,
So he went all out, imparting one Chapter of the Divine Skill "Red Dragon Suppressing Nine Provinces."
It was of the same level as "Red Dragon Power," yet also different; Ye Buyi received the Chapter for commanding cavalry charges in battle formations—a martial art from Marquis Ru Yin; Zhou Liuying received the Chapter for commanding infantry, focusing Qi mechanism—a creation of Marquis Jiang.
These two would undeniably be the backbone of Chen Country, and in a few decades, or perhaps even reach the realm of Sixth Layer Heaven, then they could be titled as marquis and generals. By then, he should be able to prove that he wasn’t some Chen Country disaster star who ensured traitors arose wherever he imparted his teachings.
Ji Yanzhong sighed, feeling it was about time to leave, but where to go next? He didn’t know. The old man stretched out his hand, caressing the Sword Box. Inside, the Chi Xiao Sword lay extraordinarily quiet, as if its soul had flown away.
Ji Yanzhong heaved a sigh: "Chi Xiao, oh Chi Xiao, although according to the Academy, I should carry you and travel the world."
"But at this first stop, you’ve howled thus."
"Isn’t this already finding a target?"
"Do we still need to visit other places, or should we go directly back to Central State?"
This was just the old man’s murmuring to himself, not expecting any response, but the Chi Xiao Sword suddenly howled, causing Ji Yanzhong to pause slightly, and when he saw the Chi Xiao Sword suddenly leap up, with red light flowing along the blade, he was immediately elated: "Are you saying we should continue touring the countries?"
Chi Xiao Sword howled.
The elder said: "Next, shall we go to Ying Country?"
Chi Xiao Sword quickly spun, indicating refusal. Ji Yanzhong hurried to fetch the geographical map of the territories of the world, laid it out in front of Chi Xiao Sword. The sword howled incessantly, then suddenly plunged down directly, its blade pointing straight to one spot on the map.