Chapter 533: Famous Sword, Azure Scale Ridge

Hehe.

Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou watched the Ling Gong team, where people were laughing wildly or seething with anger in equal measure, and his eyes immediately turned sharp.

"It seems you all don't know what's good for you."

With a wave of his hand, the ground suddenly began to tremble.

Grains of sand and stone bounced up, then shattered, transforming into white sword energy.

"Pa pa..."

In an instant, sword intent filled the air, bearing down oppressively.

This silenced all extraneous chatter.

"Innate Sword Intent?"

A flash of surprise crossed Su Qianqian's eyes.

To her, this spectacle was hilariously entertaining.

Pretending to be Xiao Shou gege was one thing, but this person actually possessed Innate Sword Intent?

However, to achieve this level...

Why didn't he even recognize Xiao Shou gege himself?

Everyone turned their gaze back to Xu Xiaoshou in unison.

Even Rao Yin Yin stepped back, directing all the spotlight onto the young man before her.

"Hah, still claiming you're not the leader?"

Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou snorted coldly, pointing his hand as void sword intent surged in all directions. "I'll give you one more chance: leave, or die?"

"Under threat, passive value: 1."

"Yohoh."

Xu Xiaoshou was amused by the absurdity.

Pretending to be me is fine—it means I'm popular.

But have I, Xu Xiaoshou, ever been this arrogant?

You're ruining my reputation like this. If word gets out, how am I supposed to live?

This is just creating enemies for me out of nowhere!

"Xu Xiaoshou, right?" he asked.

"That's right!" The other man lifted his chin defiantly.

"If you're Xu Xiaoshou, then do you know who I am?"

"You?"

Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou paused. "Just an ant. I, Xu Xiaoshou, have no interest in your name."

"What about her!"

Xu Xiaoshou pointed at Rao Yin Yin, then glanced around. "And them? You have no interest in knowing any of them?"

"Enough chatter!"

Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou roared in anger, making the void tremble. "If you won't see the famous sword, then you won't leave, is that it?"

"How did you do that? It's impressive."

Xu Xiaoshou asked curiously.

Watching this guy act so composed and overbearing, he immediately thought of "Qi Swallowing Mountains and Rivers."

But crucially, the other was a fake!

He couldn't possibly have "Qi Swallowing Mountains and Rivers."

So, was this another counterfeit spiritual technique?

But as far as he recalled, his own "Qi Swallowing Mountains and Rivers" had first appeared in the battle against Tan Ji!

What was going on...

"You're all talk. If you want to die, just say it—why beat around the bush?"

Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand. "Attack!"

The people behind him showed no fear, bursting with spiritual mist as they charged forward.

This group looked like a bunch of lambs, and they'd encountered plenty like them in the White Cavern.

Ling Gong disciples?

Hah, their outfits were certainly flashy!

But fledglings were still fledglings—no matter how glamorous the exterior, if they lacked strength, they'd end up in the wolves' jaws.

"Kill!"

A wave of shadows rushed in, and the Ling Gong team braced for the assault.

"Hold!"

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly shouted, raising his hand.

This cry made the black-robed group's hearts skip a beat unexpectedly.

Even his own Ling Gong teammates felt their heartbeats falter.

The surging killing intent stalled, and everyone's steps froze.

"Ah?"

Xu Xiaoshou was delighted.

So, a single emotional shift from "Qi Swallowing Mountains and Rivers" could have such an effect?

If he unleashed this in battle, couldn't it make someone drop dead on the spot?

"This is an interrupt skill..."

As he pondered, he momentarily forgot to continue speaking.

"What are you babbling about now?"

Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou was equally discomforted by the shout.

But the young man opposite seemed no simple foe, so he waved his hand to hold his people back.

"It's nothing, just returning the courtesy." Xu Xiaoshou snapped back to attention.

"You introduced yourself, so by courtesy, I should introduce myself too—that's polite for opponents."

"But I'm really not the leader."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded sincerely, pointing at Rao Yin Yin. "She is."

Rao Yin Yin: ???

"Under suspicion, passive value: 1."

"Do you know who she is?"

Without waiting for a response, Xu Xiaoshou continued: "This is the inner court senior sister of the dashing and charming Xu Xiaoshou from the Tian Sang Ling Gong you mentioned—Rao Yin Yin."

"And this one!"

He pointed at Su Qianqian. "She's the outer court junior sister of the elegant and talented Xu Xiaoshou you spoke of—Su Qianqian."

"And this one!"

As he pointed at Mu Zi Xi and opened his mouth...

"Xu Xiaoshou, have you no shame?" Mu Zi Xi's face darkened like charcoal.

"Ahem."

Xu Xiaoshou cleared his throat and ignored her, continuing: "This one's surname is Mu, and we can call her Mu Tan."

Mu Zi Xi: ???

"Under curse, passive value: 1, 1, 1, 1..."

Everyone listening couldn't help but laugh.

Even the Ling Gong people, who had their differences, found themselves intrigued under this external influence.

This real and fake Xu Xiaoshou...

How entertaining!

Truly entertaining!

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

Mu Zi Xi's voice was low, but the black-robed Xu Xiaoshou's side heard it clearly.

"Boss, this..."

The black-robed second-in-command grew anxious, leaning in to communicate.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, the black-robed leader threw his head back in laughter, as if tears were about to stream down.

The black-robed second-in-command: ?

Even he, as a close ally, didn't understand the meaning behind this.

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

"What a Xu Xiaoshou!"

The black-robed leader raged: "Daring to impersonate Xu Xiaoshou in front of me—you're the twenty-seventh person I've seen do it in the White Cavern!"

"For your coordinated act..."

He swept his gaze over people like Mu Zi Xi and nodded.

"I admit, it's strong!"

"At least, among those twenty-seven, you're the most convincing one."

"But..."

"Hold on!"

Before black-robed Xu Xiaoshou could finish, Xu Xiaoshou interrupted smoothly.

"You're misunderstanding—I haven't impersonated Xu Xiaoshou at all. I don't think I'm worthy of matching Xu Xiaoshou's outstanding and heroic image."

"Don't say that. I haven't impersonated him—Xu Xiaoshou is too great; I'm not deserving."

Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou: ...

He extended his hand, his lips twitching, suddenly at a loss for words.

This guy—why doesn't he play by the rules?

Every sentence praises him, and none repeat.

How did you come up with so many words to describe Xu Xiaoshou?

If he hadn't seen Xu Xiaoshou's portrait, the black-robed one admitted he might have been fooled by this fake Xu Xiaoshou number two.

This guy never once says, "I am Xu Xiaoshou."

But his manner and words...

They really match!

They're spot-on!

"Kid, don't think flattering me will get you out of this." Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou's expression shifted unpredictably, and he decided not to waste more words. "Attack! Wipe them out!"

No matter how convincing the act, as long as it wasn't the real one, that bunch of nobodies without a single Grandmaster-level cultivator could never withstand his specially assembled forces.

"Charge!"

At the command, everyone charged again.

"Hold!"

Xu Xiaoshou shouted once more.

In that moment, everyone's hearts jumped again.

Once could be a coincidence.

But feeling it twice meant it wasn't.

"Boss?"

"This guy seems off—maybe we should..."

The black-robed second-in-command whispered to his leader, eyeing the young man whose cultivation he couldn't see through, feeling panicked.

Is this another Xu Xiaoshou?

Damn it, could this be the real one?

"What kind of spiritual technique is this?"

Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou's unease grew stronger.

Seeing his subordinates hesitate midway, he knew he had to show something.

Otherwise, the other side wouldn't give up.

"Very well."

"Xu Xiaoshou? Very well!"

"It seems you won't stop until you see the famous sword."

With that, black-robed Xu Xiaoshou flipped his hand, and a long box appeared in his palm.

"Pa da."

The box opened with a click.

Instantly, sword intent soared skyward.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

It was as if they had encountered the lord of all swords; the weapons of many sword cultivators present trembled uncontrollably.

"This is?"

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank.

He had thought this was just a naive impostor.

But in that long wooden box, lying quietly, seemed to be a genuine famous sword?

A long sword!

"Damn, are famous swords that common now?"

"Even someone like him can have one?"

He was stunned for a moment.

"A famous sword?"

Su Qianqian exclaimed in surprise, sensing the familiar fluctuations in the void, and blurted out: "Qing Lin Ji!"

"Hmm?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the girl.

Su Qianqian explained: "Qing Lin Ji, forged from innate dragon bone, ranked fifteenth on the Famous Sword List, titled the Dragon Sword."

"Hiss."

Goodness.

Now that's a proper sword wielder!

Xu Xiaoshou praised inwardly, confirming his feeling was correct.

But how did a famous sword end up with someone like this?

This wielder was far too weak, wasn't he?

"Where did you get your sword from?" Xu Xiaoshou demanded.

"You mind your own business about where it came from. And what Qing Lin Ji? This is Yan Python!"

Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou sensed he might have encountered an expert.

This confident demeanor, even citing the Famous Sword List ranking, almost had him convinced.

"Kid, that thing in your hand could get you killed. You know that?"

Xu Xiaoshou wasn't in the mood for jokes anymore. He stepped forward, his overwhelming aura pressing down as he interrogated: "Qing Lin Ji—from where?"

With a boom, the ground sank slightly.

Everyone felt as if they were in a gravity field, making movement sluggish.

"Again, this move?"

Rao Yin Yin frowned as she watched.

This strange spiritual technique was the second time she'd seen it, and she still couldn't figure it out.

Clearly, no spiritual energy was released.

How did Xu Xiaoshou make his aura so tangible?

"What Qing Lin Ji!"

Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou was truly flustered.

His Grandmaster cultivation was suppressed in one step by the young man opposite.

How could that be?

"Die!"

With a roar, he grabbed "Qing Lin Ji" from the wooden box and swung it fiercely.

This time, Innate Sword Intent enhanced the strike.

The long sword swept through the air, unleashing a massive green sword glow toward the Ling Gong team.

Everyone panicked.

Innate Sword Intent alone was extraordinary.

Amplified by a famous sword, this casual slash likely surpassed most Grandmaster spiritual techniques!

"Swoosh!"

Xu Xiaoshou was about to move when he saw Su Qianqian shoot forward.

"Ah!"

She drew a massive white greatsword from her ring and slammed it down on the incoming green sword glow.

"Boom!"

The greatsword struck, as if splitting the void itself.

The green light shattered into countless points.

The greatsword was blunt, not even manifesting sword energy.

But in the distance, the wooden box in black-robed Xu Xiaoshou's hand exploded with the boom.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"

What followed was his clothing tearing apart, and the mask on his face cracking and falling off, revealing a panicked, somewhat dull face.

It was a man with a square jaw, his temples thick with stubble.

He should have been domineering with a famous sword in hand.

Yet, facing the girl in white attire before him, his entire face turned green.

"Grandmaster Sword Intent?"

Black-robed Xu Xiaoshou felt his mind go blank.

The real Xu Xiaoshou hadn't even shown up, and a random girl could unleash Grandmaster Sword Intent?

"What a joke!"

Refusing to believe it, he gripped "Qing Lin Ji" and slashed again.

"Buzz!"

At the same time, a sword energy pierced straight through black-robed Xu Xiaoshou's body from top to bottom.

Xu Xiaoshou had struck.

Treating the man as the sword, he immobilized him.

With a beckoning gesture, white sword energy enveloped the entire "Qing Lin Ji," pulling it back despite the famous sword's fierce resistance.

"Does a famous sword have an owner?"

Seeing such strong resistance, Xu Xiaoshou turned to Su Qianqian and asked.

"Yes."

Su Qianqian nodded, a hint of doubt on her face.

"But this guy's so weak—Qing Lin Ji is so proud; how could it obey him?"

"He's not the sword wielder!"

Xu Xiaoshou stared at the famous sword and suddenly declared.

"Hmm?"

Everyone looked on in shock, and even black-robed Xu Xiaoshou's face twisted in terror.

These two...

They were the real ones!

"Under awe, passive value: 1."

"Under fear, passive value: 1."

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

Xu Xiaoshou gripped the famous sword, examining it closely.

This "Qing Lin Ji" was exceptionally long.

Its blade was green with dragon scale patterns, truly otherworldly.

The guard was narrow but sturdy, like a coiled dragon body.

In the center was a patch of golden reverse scales, shimmering under the crimson sky.

The hilt was the dragon's head.

As Xu Xiaoshou grasped it, he held half the dragon head.

"What a sword!"

Intense spirituality emanated from the blade, drawing an involuntary exclamation from Xu Xiaoshou.

Every time he saw a famous sword, he couldn't help but marvel at nature's wonders.

How could the heavens forge such a spiritual weapon?

It was unbelievable!

"Buzz..."

The vibrations came wave after wave.

This "Qing Lin Ji" resisted too fiercely.

Even as a Grandmaster, Xu Xiaoshou felt his palm crack open.

"This sword—I think I've seen it before?"

A flicker of confusion crossed his face; Xu Xiaoshou felt the sword was familiar.

He tilted his head in thought for a moment, then realized.

Yes!

He had seen this sword before, but never clashed with it.

When "Yan Python" had emerged, three sword cultivators he paid special attention to had appeared.

Two were Gu Qing Er and Gu Qing San.

The other was a boy wrapped in a mask, armed to the teeth in an almost suspicious way.

This sword had been a fleeting glimpse on his back.

"Red Clothes?"

He recalled that at the end of the Yan Python incident, Shou Ye had called out to the boy, but he had run off on his own.

So, had he come now?

Xu Xiaoshou said nothing.

His "Perception" scanned all the black-robed people present.

Sure enough, not far behind the black-robed leader, among the few still guarding, he spotted a slender, heavily wrapped figure.

"Hah!"

"Still pretending?"

Xu Xiaoshou held "Qing Lin Ji" and sneered. "Even now, you won't show yourself?"