Chapter 1 The Bizarre Incident

It was well-known throughout the Four Eastern Nations that the Jin people favored male consorts; the Jin aristocracy considered it a mark of refined taste.

However, neither the First Prince nor the Sword Saint ever imagined that they themselves would one day become part of this "refined taste."

Long Yuan Sword trembled slightly in the Sword Saint’s embrace, as if eager to be unsheathed.

A murderous aura began to gather between the First Prince’s brows.

One was the son of an emperor,

The other, the pinnacle of swordsmanship,

Neither had ever been insulted in such a way.

At this moment, the pot-bellied rebel general was unaware that he had reached the peak of his life.

With an embrace on each side, the Crown Prince of Yan on his left, and the Sword Saint of Jin on his right,

Good heavens,

Life couldn't be better.

Xue San hurriedly said, "My lord, this is not permissible, not permissible. These men were personally ordered by the Second King to be sent to his manor."

The Second King referred to Situ Yi's younger brother, Situ Jiong. The two brothers had lost to Situ Lei in a political struggle and were exiled to guard the snowfields. After the rebellion, they had remained together, and Situ Yi, upon ascending the throne, had been generous in his rewards to his brother.

Perhaps having given up all hope, Situ Yi had even conferred the title of imperial concubine on two male favorites at the end of last month, the first such occurrence in history.

In the past, even if Jin nobles favored this proclivity, there was never any explicit "formal marriage" involved; it was merely kept as an unspoken secret. Yet, Situ Yi, who had once sat on the dragon throne, had become so absurd.

With his elder brother setting an example, the younger brother naturally did not want to be outdone, so the Second King had also been busy selecting male favorites recently, a fact well-known both inside and outside Fengxin City.

Hearing that they were intended for the Second King, the pot-bellied general hesitated.

Xue San quickly added, "My lord, if either of these two are left over, I guarantee I'll send them to you immediately. What do you say?"

The general nodded and said, "You're a clever one. Go, don't keep the Second King waiting."

"Yes."

The ox cart continued forward.

The First Prince closed his eyes, never expecting to experience something like this on his journey.

The Sword Saint silently turned his gaze towards Xue San.

Is this what you call "enduring humiliation?"

As for the pot-bellied general, he was already on Long Yuan Sword's kill list.

"I saw you using a sword earlier?" The First Prince, seemingly trying to divert his attention, began to speak to the Sword Saint.

He did not recognize the Sword Saint, but he could sense from Xue San's attitude towards him that this person's identity was extraordinary.

To some extent, Xue San treated him with even more respect than he treated the First Prince himself.

"Yes."

The Sword Saint nodded.

The First Prince also nodded slightly, thinking that he must be a swordsmanship expert recruited by Zheng Fan, specifically for this kind of coup.

However, no matter how skilled he might be, the First Prince did not care much. No matter how high his skill, he could not possibly be as skilled as the Jin Sword Saint.

Perhaps, for Zheng Fan, recruiting an expert was already very difficult, so he cherished him all the more.

It was not that the First Prince was narrow-minded, but as a prince, the allure to martial artists was immense. As long as he was willing, many martial artists would be willing to serve him.

The three ox carts passed over the drawbridge on the moat.

At that moment, Xue San took out a token from his bosom. After removing the stopper, with a "whoosh," a firework soared into the sky.

"Kill!"

The "male concubines" in the ox carts immediately drew their hidden weapons and charged towards the guards at the city gate.

The previous "elegance" and "quiet" were gone, replaced by faces of savagery.

The First Prince somersaulted out of the ox cart and drew the knife hidden underneath. Before he could make his next move, he suddenly felt an extremely powerful sword energy erupt beside him!

The First Prince had personally witnessed Li Liang Shen, the chief military officer of the Northern Town Army, practice his sword. The sword that appeared beside him at this moment was no less imposing than Li Liang Shen's!

The Sword Saint was already "itching" for action.

After Xue San’s maneuver to infiltrate,

It was equal to forcefully adding a large wave of rage value.

At this moment,

Only killing,

Could bring him release!

He ascended in three steps, his figure like a startling swan.

The Sword Saint's figure climbed directly up the city gate; Fengxin City's city walls were not high, so the Sword Saint arrived at the top almost in the blink of an eye.

The sword danced like a silver snake, and three guards at the edge of the city wall immediately had a line of blood appear on their necks. After the Sword Saint's figure passed by them, blood spurted out as if in slow motion. The three guards could only reveal shocked expressions as they clutched their necks and fell to the ground in agony.

There were many guards on the city wall. After all, nearly 20,000 rebel soldiers were stationed inside and outside this small city, and the "civil and military officials" of the false dynasty also resided there, so the living space was clearly insufficient, and many soldiers could only find places to huddle on the inside and outside of the city walls.

After the Sword Saint came up, he killed anyone he saw. Apart from the sword energy that swept across when he initially drew his sword, the Sword Saint chose a very practical approach for the subsequent killings.

The sword’s edge specifically targeted the weak spots in the opponents' armor, stabbing in and injecting a well-measured amount of sword energy, enough to shatter their heart meridians. Then, he decisively pulled out the sword and stabbed towards the next target.

Therefore, the Sword Saint advanced while killing. Although there was no grand spectacle, the sight of the guards falling to the ground around him was terrifying enough.

This was actually a change for the Sword Saint, from a swordsman traveling the world to a calculating killer, a transformation from dream to reality.

It was inevitable that some beauty was lost, but for those who appreciated it, killing itself was extremely beautiful.

Below, after Xue San led a group of his men and the First Prince to slaughter the guards at the city gate, they split into two groups to occupy key positions.

"Wuwuwu!!!!!!!"

In the distance, horns sounded; the Shengle Army had begun to move, the horses at full speed, charging forward!

The two wings of cavalry went directly to divide and drive away the rebel soldiers stationed outside the city, while Liang Cheng personally led the central army directly towards the west gate!

For a time, the rebel soldiers inside and outside the city were in a panic. The Yan army had come too fast and too suddenly, and it was at night, which further exacerbated the rebels' difficulty in reacting.

Some thought of resisting, while others focused on running. In this situation, the periphery of the camp was directly torn open by the Shengle Army in a destructive manner.

But at least someone was not stupid. Soon, a general in armor led hundreds of guards on horseback galloping towards here.

This reaction was extremely fast!

It could only be said that the other party might have been patrolling and immediately came after hearing the movement here.

"Damn it!"

Xue San cursed and shouted:

"Crossbows!"

The scouts under Xue San were trained as special forces and equipped with dark crossbows personally designed by Xue San. However, the range was not far enough. Under Xue San's order, nearly twenty scouts were already preparing to draw their knives and rush forward. They would use their flesh and blood to stop the enemy cavalry's charge, and at the same time, use dark crossbows to kill after closing the distance.

In any case, they had to hold this city gate and wait for the main army to enter!

However,

Only a long whistle was heard,

The Sword Saint, who had just finished killing on the city tower, jumped directly from above and landed in front of the rebel cavalry.

Two years ago,

Sha Tuo Que Shi had fought alone against three thousand Northern Town Army iron cavalry in front of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, showing the world the power of a peak martial artist.

Now,

The Sword Saint, facing the charge of hundreds of rebel cavalry, was about to write the pride of a swordsman!

Gathering qi,

Focusing his mind,

Holding his sword horizontally,

Pulling forward!

The sword's edge came out smoothly,

Long Yuan let out a neigh,

For a time,

The rebel cavalry who were charging only felt as if they were colliding with a high mountain. Both humans and horses had a sense of fear.

However,

Sword energy,

Had arrived!

The knight's armor began to be torn apart, and the horse's body began to be divided. One body after another, one horse after another, smooth, crisp, neat, without any sloppiness, like a sharp blade cutting soft clay.

With one sword,

Nearly fifty knights, along with the warhorses under them, were directly cut in half. On the wide road, blood and flesh were blurred.

In the air, layers of blood mist had not yet completely dissipated, as if covering people's vision with layers of red gauze.

The general who had led the guards here subconsciously tightened his reins, and the remaining guards around him also made the same action.

Faced with this scene, stopping was almost an instinct.

At the same time,

The general had obviously seen something from this sword,

His eyes widened.

Regarding swords, the Jin people were proud, because Jin had a Sword Saint.

The existence of the Sword Saint was the dream and pursuit of many martial artists in the Three Jin regions.

The previous sword had already explained too much.

The general knew that the person in front of him was not wearing armor, and the sword he held was not a heavy sword, so it should not be Li Liang Shen, the commander of the Northern Town Army, nor could it be Bai Li Jian of the Qian Kingdom, because Bai Li Jian could not appear here to attack them. The sword maker of the Chu Kingdom was their ally,

So,

The identity of the sword wielder was obvious.

In fact, this general almost succeeded in saving the pseudo-Cheng Kingdom, because he had led his troops to charge in time, and Xue San and the others would most likely not be able to stop him.

Because Xue San was willing to let his men delay with their lives, he himself was unlikely to be willing to die. At a critical moment, he would inevitably retreat.

Once the seizure of the gate failed, the Shengle Army would not stop here to prepare for a siege.

But the Sword Saint was here, directly nipping this charge in the bud, a charge that could have turned the tide!

This was the power of a peak martial artist. He might not be able to change the overall situation, but he could play a truly decisive role in certain situations!

It was precisely because of the existence of Sword Saints with such explosive personal martial power that Zheng Fan dared to make such a plan to seize the city and capture the pseudo-emperor with a long-distance raid.

Fengxin was not Mianzhou. No matter how weak the rebel army was, it was not the Qian army, which had been basically abandoned after a century of peace.

But if you had a Sword Saint by your side, it would be a pity not to try!

"Sword Saint!"

The general shouted,

"Why are you standing on the side of the Yan people!"

The Sword Saint laughed and said directly:

"How dare you ask me that?"

The next moment,

The Sword Saint struck again, taking the initiative to charge forward.

When the guards around the general saw this, they subconsciously scattered, because the power of the previous sword was so amazing, and their leader had just revealed the identity of the Sword Saint, which shocked them, so they did not even have the courage to step forward to protect their leader.

Faced with this kind of true peak expert, when they appeared on the battlefield, you only had two choices.

One was to send a special force to hold him back and wear him down, and the other was to send your own experts to exchange blows.

The former required filling the gap with lives, and the soldiers had to be fearless.

But these rebel guards obviously could not do that.

If the Sword Saint encountered the Shengle Army, even if he killed fifty cavalry with one sword, then the next fifty cavalry would quickly make up for it, followed by one batch after another. No matter how many swords you could unleash, in this pure consumption method, the Sword Saint would definitely die of exhaustion within five hundred cavalry. No matter how strong he was, he was still human, and swordsmen were different from martial artists. They did not have endless qi and blood and strong physique to support them. What they were better at was actually one-on-one combat.

So,

The swordsman came to the general,

And the general realized that he was actually in a very ridiculous situation. On this battlefield, he had actually formed a one-on-one duel with the Sword Saint!

The general slashed down with his saber, but the Sword Saint raised his sword, the blade brushing past the opponent's saber, unloading the force from the saber as he pulled it back.

And as he swung the blade horizontally, the Sword Saint had already floated past, soaring upwards, his left hand resting on the general's shoulder, his right hand holding the sword, horizontally in front of the general's neck.

Long Yuan,

Cut into the general's neck,

The Sword Saint grabbed the general's head with his left hand,

"Poof!"

The crispness made people feel comfortable just listening to it.

A good head had already been lifted in the Sword Saint's hand, and the frightened warhorse continued to carry its headless master forward in a panic.

This scene completely shattered the courage of the guards, and they began to flee subconsciously.

They could no longer care about the city gate. The sound of horses' hooves outside was as loud as thunder and was so clear that the Yan army had obviously killed their way in and was about to enter the city.

The Sword Saint did not chase after them but turned his gaze to the city.

With a "plop,"

The fresh head in his hand fell to the ground. The Sword Saint did not care about military achievements. He had no intention of being promoted and getting rich under Zheng Fan. Today, he had a strong desire to kill, and he knew that he was far from having killed enough!

However, Xue San's shouting pulled the Sword Saint back to reality.

"My lord, we need help here!"

Outside the city, rebel soldiers kept trying to escape into the city. Although the space at the drawbridge was narrow, Xue San and the others had temporarily held on, but the number of rebel soldiers rushing over was too large, and it was becoming increasingly difficult.

The Sword Saint turned around with his sword, restraining his impulse to go directly into the city to find Situ Yi, and turned back to the city gate.

The First Prince's saber was swinging fiercely. It was because of the First Prince's strength that the rebel soldiers had not been able to pass the drawbridge.

But in just a short while, the First Prince had suffered several injuries.

The Sword Saint came,

He bit the tip of his tongue,

A mouthful of essence blood spurted out, splashing on the Long Yuan sword,

Then, he pushed Long Yuan forward,

Pointing his finger forward!

"Whoosh!"

Long Yuan turned into a red light, rushing into the crowd of rebel soldiers in front.

"Ah ah ah!!!!!!"

"Ah ah!!!!!!"

A series of screams came. Heaven knows how many rebel soldiers' armor and bodies had been pierced by the Long Yuan, infused with the Sword Saint's origin aura, at this moment. In short, the rebel soldiers' offensive was directly curbed.

It was too late to retrieve Long Yuan for the time being, but the Sword Saint transformed sword energy from his fingertips, killing onto the drawbridge.

Under the waving of his fingertips, sword energy pierced through the bodies of these rebel soldiers, screams constantly coming, and one rebel soldier after another rolled and fell off the drawbridge into the moat.

The First Prince, who was still fighting hard, naturally noticed this scene and was shocked. He really did not expect that the swordsman who had infiltrated with him as a male concubine was actually the Sword Saint of Jin!

Such an existence could quickly become a first-class state servant in front of his father. How could he stay by Zheng Fan's side and be willing to be used by Zheng Fan as a "sword"? How did he... do it?

Xue San's mouth was wide open. In fact, among the many battles he had seen, the strongest one he had seen was Chen Daxia.

But now, looking at it, Chen Daxia was simply a younger brother compared to the Sword Saint, even though they both used swords!

This Sword Saint was too fierce, he was a one-man army!

No wonder his lord was so careful to coax him. This coaxing was really worth it, no, it was too worth it!

With the Sword Saint constantly fighting back and forth, wherever the situation could not be sustained, he would appear. This west city gate had been stuck in the hands of Xue San and the others.

Finally, with the sound of iron hooves, the Shengle Army cavalry directly crashed through the rebel soldiers in front and killed their way in.

Xue San immediately shouted: "Retreat!"

Everyone retreated,

The Shengle cavalry galloped rapidly across the drawbridge, rushing into the city, one after another.

The First Prince dropped the saber in his hand, leaning against the stake behind him. The other injuries on his body were fine, but a spear had pierced his abdomen, and the penetration was deep.

Xue San immediately came over to help the First Prince stop the bleeding.

"That... that person... is... is the Sword Saint?"

"Replying to Your Highness, it is the Sword Saint."

"Very strong."

"Of course, really fierce."

The First Prince nodded and said nothing more. Then, he suddenly thought of something and subconsciously wanted to touch his saber. He still had one person he had not killed.

But at this moment, the Sword Saint returned, holding the Long Yuan he had retrieved in his left hand and the head of the pot-bellied general in his right.

The Sword Saint's body was swaying slightly. The previous fighting had exhausted even him.

However, this posture was also like being drunk;

The Sword Saint threw the pot-bellied general's head on the ground and then sat on it,

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

He muttered to himself:

"That kid Zheng was right, blood is indeed more intoxicating than wine."