The sword questions Zhenyue, protects the young master Jiang, the future pinnacle, every

Wangquanzhuang, Daliangping!
With its black sheath and dark hilt, the Wangquan Blade, its blade gleaming coldly and imbued with a magnificent sword intent of purple lightning, suddenly cleaved through the azure sky from the heavens, right before everyone's eyes.
With a single stroke, he severed the inscription on the plaque of Wangquan Manor, causing the master's elegant calligraphy to be cleanly cut in two with a clang, falling to the ground in front of the steps!

Closely following behind was a golden chariot, seemingly blessed by the secret arts of immortality. Its entire body was covered with array patterns and talismans, exuding a divine aura. In the hazy distance, golden light shone brightly, displaying its majesty as it drove all the way from the distant city!
Before and after the golden carriage, there were many elite soldiers and warriors. Their major acupoints and secret passages were open, and the smoke from the war was thick and dense. They looked like they were wearing armor and holding weapons, with golden skin and jade-like veins, full of vigor and strength.

At the same time.

It fell along with the sword that cleaved the gate.
And then there was that voice, empowered by the true energy of the Qi Sea, which resounded throughout the entire open space in front of the manor—a voice full of vigor yet incredibly youthful!
This voice could be heard from everyone currently in this 'Wangquan Manor', including Wangquan Jing and other members of the Wangquan clan.

Or perhaps she was forced to marry into a family in Qishan, and at this moment, unwilling to do so, she drew her sword, ready to perish with him.
They're all familiar to me!

This immediately caused a commotion.

Even though the martial arts treasure image of the 'Ancestor Zhenyue,' the pillar of the Heavenly King's family, had not yet dissipated.

This series of twists and turns still caused the entire Wangquan Manor to whisper among themselves, discussing the matter in hushed tones.

"what's the situation?"

"That voice sounds very familiar."

"What you're saying isn't nonsense! Even if you can't understand it from the voice, isn't the meaning behind your words clear enough?"

"It is clearly the same Wang Quan Wumu, the noble and elegant man from the main branch, who was once so powerful and graceful!"

"However, for some reason, ever since he joined the ancestral court of swordsmanship, he has severed ties with the Wangquan clan. I heard that when the Wangquan clan leader personally went to the Great Snow Mountain to look for him, he broke off relations with him and severed all ties."

"So naturally, the marriage alliance originally made with the Qishan Jiang clan fell to his own cousin."

"But to be fair, this young lady of the great family is truly proud and fierce. Unwilling to do so, she actually drew her sword in front of everyone, not only ruining the marriage but also daring to point her sword at the half-step-peer-level Ancestor Zhenyue."

"Isn't she afraid of causing the two families to become enemies from now on?"

"And this newly promoted 'Wang Quan Dao Zi', I heard that not long ago he made a grand tour of the White Mountains and Black Waters from the Dao Court, sprinkling water to clean the streets wherever he went, with true disciples clearing the way and sects bowing in submission, displaying great majesty!"

"Unexpectedly, they've come back to their own doorstep, and immediately turned their anger towards the patriarch. It seems they're dissatisfied with this marriage."

"I would be dissatisfied too. It's obvious that such a proud and aloof person, with stunning beauty and charm, is hard to find even with a lantern."

"Didn't you see that young master Ye from the main branch went up there so eagerly, and almost got his life taken away?"

"Such an outstanding young lady was given away to someone else without any explanation, and you are Dao Ting Dao Zi, the chief of the Ten Pillars, with such prestige. This is intolerable!"

The sound of whispers reached my ears.

Wang Quanjing, the clan leader, turned ashen-faced.

It should have been a joyous occasion, with lanterns and decorations everywhere, invitations sent out in great numbers, all in preparation for the wedding of a wealthy heiress. But instead, it turned into this mess.

Especially since this involves a deal and scheme between the two ancestors, it has profound implications. If it's not handled well, he might lose his position as clan leader!

But...
Jiang Shu nearly killed his youngest son, Wang Quanye, with a sword, alarming the patriarch and bringing the family to the brink of collapse. The family's reputation was in jeopardy.

The situation took many twists and turns and had not yet calmed down. The eldest son, Wang Quan Wu Mu, even stabbed Wang Quan with a knife, almost tearing a hole in the sky!
Especially since you've already stepped out of this dangerous place and personally admitted on the snowy mountain that you want to break off your marriage agreement with the Jiang family of Qishan.

In order not to offend Zhou Chongyang, the patriarch has already decided to let go and make sure that you have nothing to do with anything else.
Why would someone choose this particular time to wade into such muddy waters?

“You unfilial son, you clearly rejected this marriage proposal with your own words that day and even wanted to betray your family. That's why the clan asked your cousin to continue the marriage and clean up the mess.”

"Instead of being grateful, you acted recklessly on such a joyous occasion, waging war, questioning the ancestor, and even dared to talk about questioning him."

"Do you still have any respect for the royal family, any sense of hierarchy?"

"Does stepping into the Heavenly Pillar and becoming a Dao Child grant one the ability to disregard everything?!"

Wang Quanjing's face was grim, and with a stomp of his foot, his voice boomed, indicating that he was extremely angry.

He reasoned that with the revered Ancestor Zhenyue behind him, even if that rebellious son had a protector, he would certainly have no worries.

Without any hesitation, he stopped scolding her, shook his body, circulated his Qi in his dantian, and then threw a punch that was like a thunderclap, producing a loud explosion.

He then used his martial arts essence to condense a killing fist from a distance, directly tearing that 'rebellious son's' Daoist carriage to pieces!
He had long wanted to teach this unfilial son a lesson.

However, back in the Great Snow Mountain, he was suppressed by the giants of the Seven Palaces and Five Courtyards throughout the mountain, as well as the Supreme Sword Master, and dared not utter a single word. No matter how disobedient this boy was, he could not say anything.

But now that he has come down from the Great Snow Mountain, although he is afraid of the power of the Sword Court and can't do anything to him, he is still his nominal biological father!
It would be good to give him a good beating to vent my anger!
However.
The cannon-like punch hadn't even landed on the golden chariot yet, and the rebellious son's true face hadn't been revealed.
Suddenly, a sword intent that seemed capable of severing the sky and dominating the universe was seen slashing out from the hand of an unassuming old man on the side of the golden chariot!

The originally powerful and majestic fist intent, which seemed to shake mountains and rivers, crumbled into foam the moment it touched the ground, just like cutting tofu.

Then the old man took five steps in a row, one step at a time.

The person's entire body seemed to be moving from decay to new life, and their vital energy was growing stronger and stronger!

Finally, the old man suddenly stood atop the entire royal estate, looking down at the world like a god looking down on the lowliest, and the terrifying aura emanating from him was something that even ordinary giants could not withstand!
Wang Quanjing, who was about to make a move, froze, as if all the acupoints in his body had been locked up at that moment.

Even the surging blood and qi of a martial saint could hardly continue to circulate when the old man with fierce eyes stared at him!
All of this left Wang Quanjing in disbelief, his pupils widening and bloodshot.

He roared inwardly, as if unleashing a furious howl, his entire back drenched in sweat:

"How is this possible!"

"Even ordinary giants couldn't possibly make me, who has held a title for many years, look at me with just a glance and be in such a sorry state!"

"That momentum, that spirit!"

"He is exactly the same as the Ancestor, a being who wants to knock on the gates of heaven!?"

Wang Quanjing felt a chill run through him as he truly realized the profound heritage of the ancestral court of swordsmanship.

Even the seemingly unremarkable old man who protected the Daoist was able to take on a force that had no supreme leader in the entire White Mountain and Black Water region!

He only wanted to teach them a lesson; he hadn't even entertained the thought of killing them, yet he was publicly humiliated. If he had even the slightest thought of it...
This man must be beheaded with a single blow!
"Brother Liang, it's been sixty years since we last met. You're still as charming as ever."

Fortunately, when an aged voice rose from behind Wang Quan Jing, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Immediately, Wang Quan Zhenyue, with his hands behind his back and dressed in a black and gold robe, stepped out in his true form, no longer appearing as the Martial General. He looked at Elder Liang, who had suddenly made his move, and greeted him with a smile.
"When we meet again, we've both grown old."

"If we don't make progress soon, we'll probably all be dry bones in a tomb in thirty years."

Old Master Liang, his beard and hair billowing, his head reaching towards the heavens, his martial arts aura undiminished, snorted coldly upon hearing this:
"What good are the withered bones in the tomb?"

"If you can't knock on the gates of heaven and reach the pinnacle, it's fate. If you lose by a single move, you should accept it wholeheartedly."

"At worst, I'll enter the mystery of the womb, go through the cycle of reincarnation again, and rebuild my martial arts path!"

"It's still better than using those strange and ingenious tricks to practice crooked and evil ways."

"Even if one knocks on the gates of heaven, one is still a lowly being. If one perishes in this life, one may survive in the world with only a lingering thought, which will be difficult to erase even after thousands of years?"

"Perhaps after cultivating to the end, one will venture alone into the mortal realm and the underworld, carrying their memories to be reborn into this world?"

The two exchanged cryptic remarks, speaking in ways that were difficult for outsiders to understand.

Hearing these slightly mocking words, Wang Quanzhenyue was not annoyed:

"Everyone has their own understanding and their own thoughts."

“You want to take that noble and righteous path, but I am not very talented and only want to achieve some success. I can’t ask for anything else for the time being.”

"Otherwise, how could I be content with just missing one of the eight major barriers to martial arts in my entire life?" His tone was calm.

Immediately, Ji Xiu emerged from the golden carriage, dressed in Daoist robes and surrounded by attendants. Bathed in the setting sun, he rode a spirited horse and, with a mere wave of his hand, summoned back the precious sword inscribed with 'Royal Power'.
He said softly:
“I know you’re angry, kid.”

"You resent that I, your ancestor, treated you as a 'talent' and that in order to complete my martial arts achievements, you deliberately came here today to humiliate me and vent your anger, taking advantage of the power of the Sword Court."

"But if you were in that situation, and you knocked on the gates of heaven three times without success, on the verge of your lamp burning out, what would happen?"

"You won't be satisfied either."

As Wang Quan Zhenyue spoke these words, his Purple Mansion opened wide, and his divine sense instantly encompassed the entire Wang Quan Manor.

In an instant, all the royal children below the title level were confused into the illusion of perception, making them unable to hear or see clearly all the discussions and actions in front of them, as if they were looking at flowers in a mirror or the moon in the water!

"So you didn't come here to cause trouble because you have a nominal marriage agreement with that little girl."

"Instead, he simply wanted to take advantage of the fact that he inherited the Daoist Dao of the Sword Court, gained Zhou Chongyang's favor, and had the support of Brother Liang, so that he dared to make a big show of his trip to Wangquan Village in the east, just to vent his anger."

"Yes, you do have something to complain about."

"Ancestor, I don't blame you."

Wang Quanzhenyue sighed, but did not get angry:
"After all, anyone born with all their meridians open and their five internal organs full is a natural master with an innate Dao body, and originally had a bright future."

"But they were raised as seedbeds for eighteen years without any explanation. Their lifespan is coming to an end. Even if they have served their purpose just to produce offspring, they will never give up."

"This is the karma I owe you, which is why you are doing all this today."

"I, Wang Quanzhen, will forgive and forget what happened."

"You've vented your anger, and if word gets out, people will say that I, Wang Quan Zhen Yue, am terrified. You, this Daoist, have already shaken the White Mountains and Black Waters since your birth. How impressive!"

"how?"

This living fossil of the Wangquan clan looked at Ji Xiu, and after speaking, he looked at Jiang Shu, who was dressed in a fiery red wedding gown:

"You've got quite a fiery temper, girl."

"It's a pity that below the pinnacle, all are ants. The benefits I've given your ancestor are greater than the heavens."

"So even without you today, even if he were to tie her up, he would probably still bring that other 'Crimson Dragon Blood' giant maiden from the main branch of the Jiang family right in front of me."

Therefore, your resistance is meaningless.

"If you disagree, I can simply erase your mind and leave only your body, which will still be usable."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shu gritted her teeth, her eyes grew even colder, and her fingertips almost dug into her flesh.
When the golden carriage of Daozi appeared, Ji Xiu's domineering and arrogant words had momentarily stunned her. However, Jiang Shu quickly regained her composure and shook her head in self-deprecation.

Although every young girl dreams of love, even the most beautiful woman is not immune, she had already been rejected by him without batting an eye on the snowy mountain.

It would be foolish to place your hopes on this 'stranger' you've only met once.

Indeed, as Wang Quanzhenyue said, he came here purely to vent his anger and resentment.

After all, with the powerful Daoting behind him, no matter how much Wang Quanzhenyue tries, he wouldn't dare to mess with him.

And myself.
It was just a plausible excuse he came up with, and it just happened to happen to be there.

Jiang Shu was undoubtedly mocking himself.

She has come this far by firmly believing in one thing: you can only rely on yourself.

Now trapped in this quagmire, with no way to escape, I am filled with despair.
But she had done everything in her power, exhausting all her techniques and demonstrating her unwavering dedication to martial arts. Although she still could not escape, since the Wangquan clan coveted the 'Crimson Dragon Blood' in her body...
Blood began to trickle from the corner of the woman's mouth. Her once smooth and jade-like skin suddenly became covered with bulging veins, each one grotesque, as if her delicate body's internal organs were about to burst open at any moment!
This action finally caused a change in the expression on Wang Quanzhenyue's face, who had remained calm and composed until then:

"Little girl, don't do such a foolish thing. If I wanted to stop you, it would be as easy as turning my hand."

"Your talent is not bad. If you follow my plan and obediently enter into a marriage contract with my bloodline descendant to nurture a precious child for me..."

"Ancestor, I promise you that you will one day hold the throne, and I will even help you go to Qishan to fight for the right to speak, so that you can shoulder the responsibility of two lineages and be of the highest honor!"

Wang Quanzhenyue wanted to try to persuade him further, since it concerned his important matter. He didn't know if the secret technique had any hidden dangers, so he naturally hoped that the other party would cooperate obediently.

But seeing that Jiang Shu showed no sign of being moved, he had only one thought in his mind: to perish together with the enemy.

He finally couldn't restrain himself any longer and attempted to use his divine sense to erase her consciousness, leaving her as an empty shell.

However, at this moment—

Suddenly, Old Liang stepped forward, blocking his way like an insurmountable barrier.

Wang Quanzhenyue's brow twitched, showing some displeasure:
"Old Liang, what are you up to now?"

"I've already made concessions; let's not make things awkward for either of us."

In response, Old Liang smiled and held his knife, remaining silent but not yielding an inch.

Two colossal figures faced off, stirring the lingering twilight and the howling wind under the setting sun.

The bright red lanterns and colorful decorations fluttered in the wind.

Seeing this, Jiang Shu felt a sense of gratitude towards Ji Xiu.

His protector's timing was perfect, enough to trigger his own Crimson Dragon Blood, leading to his suicide.

Jiang Shuliu glanced sideways at Ji Xiu, nodded slightly, and smiled sweetly:
"Previously, on the snowy mountain, Daozi was often offended."

Please forgive me.

"If we are reincarnated, will we meet again?"

"Jiang Shu, also report on Zi En'en."

Having said that, she was about to shake open her internal organs and burst her blood and tendons, intending to cause her physical body to perish. However, at this moment, a large, warm hand gently rested on her shoulder.

As the powerful true energy surged forth, Ji Xiu immediately intervened, stopping Jiang Shu's suicidal actions. He was greatly startled by the resolute determination of this young Jiang Shu in her youth.

This courage to draw the sword, and this decisiveness
No wonder he reached the pinnacle; he's truly one of a kind!
This was the first time he had ever seen such an amazing person in the future, and he had really enjoyed saving the day!

Anyway, Wang Quan Wu Mu's identity won't last forever, so might as well use it!
Thinking of this, he looked at Jiang Shu with a slightly doubtful expression.
Ji Xiu did not respond, but looked at Wang Quanzhenyue, then gently put his arm around the woman's soft shoulder and pulled her close.

Jiang Shu's body stiffened instantly, unable to move an inch.

At that moment, she could even feel the faint warmth of their skin touching, and then she heard resounding words in her ear:
You're wrong.

"I'm here today to take her away."

"No one can stop it."

As for your path

"Oh."

Ji Xiu suddenly chuckled softly, his tone flippant:
"Just as you said, what does it have to do with me!?" (End of Chapter)