Chapter 90: Tomb Name City Snow

The intelligence brought by Su Qianqian was invaluable.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized that his enemies were far beyond just the level of Feng Kong and Shao Yi; they included the thirty-three individuals in the Inner Court...

This was still within Ling Gong; if he left Ling Gong, he would likely face the Zhang and Wen families of Tian Sang Jun.

Xu Xiaoshou felt his head throbbing painfully; he had never imagined that a simple arena match could bury such a massive disaster for him.

“It's all that damned Wen Chong's fault...”He covered his forehead, his mind wandering.

Su Qianqian watched him with a face full of worry. After thinking for a while, Xu Xiaoshou could only set the matter aside for now.

Since it had come to this, he might as well face it calmly. These problems would have to be dealt with eventually, and who knows, as he grew stronger, even greater hardships might be waiting.

“Nothing.”

After signaling to Su Qianqian to relax, he turned his gaze to the massive sword on the little girl's back. His mind flashed back to the masked person from last night and Sang Lao's words...

“May I take a look at this sword?”

“Sure.”

Su Qianqian didn't hesitate and drew the sword, handing it over. “But it recognizes its owner, so it might not like you.”

“Oh?”As soon as Xu Xiaoshou touched it, the sword blade trembled violently. He pulled his hand back as if electrocuted. “That's so strange?”

Su Qianqian smiled. “That's its spirituality. The more powerful the sword, the more attuned it is.”

Xu Xiaoshou pondered this thoughtfully. He took out his own “Zang Ku” and said happily, “So, that means my sword has spirituality too.”

Su Qianqian became interested at once. She knew that her little beast brother's black sword was only ninth-grade.

How could a ninth-grade sword possibly have spirituality?

“Watch this!”

Xu Xiaoshou flipped the sword around, pointing the tip at himself, and without any extra movements, the black sword started trembling.

“Buzz!”

He flipped it back, and the trembling subsided.

“Buzz...”

Su Qianqian stared in astonishment. What kind of spirituality was this? How could it be so bizarre?

“Suspicion received, passive value +1.”

“Not convinced?”Xu Xiaoshou snorted. “That's just because your knowledge is limited!”

He flipped the black sword back and forth.

“Buzz!”

“Buzz...”

“Buzz!”

“Buzz...”

Su Qianqian was completely stunned. This...

“Suspicion received, passive value +16.”

“Suspicion received, passive value +37.”

“...”

Now it was Xu Xiaoshou who was shocked. How could there be so many passive values?

Glancing around, he realized that after they landed, the nearby people practicing had all been drawn to the scene.

Moreover, some had recognized Su Qianqian—the outer court champion and the inner court's Su Qianqian on a trip to E Hu. This was big news.

As word spread from one person to ten, and ten to a hundred, the crowd gathering around grew larger.

Su Qianqian didn't mind; she was used to being watched, as geniuses always attracted attention wherever they went.

Xu Xiaoshou was even more unfazed—the more people, the easier it was to gain passive values!

He ignored the crowd and forcibly took hold of the trembling massive sword.

Before he could examine it closely, the sword suddenly flew up into the sky and returned on its own to the sheath on Su Qianqian's back.

Xu Xiaoshou was momentarily stunned. Looking at his “Zang Ku,” he suddenly felt a sense of disappointment, as if it were useless iron.

Look at this one—that's real spirituality. Yours is just desperately trying to turn against its master!

Su Qianqian chuckled and drew the massive sword again, handing it to Xu Xiaoshou.

“No misbehaving!”

As soon as the words were spoken, the sword blade, which had started to tremble, quieted down.

Xu Xiaoshou was full of admiration as he carefully examined the sword.

The massive sword was entirely snow-white, with an unusually thick and heavy blade, unlike typical massive swords—it was more like a solid stele.

Even with his innate physical body, Xu Xiaoshou could feel its considerable weight.

“What a sword!”

He praised it sincerely. This sword was superior to his “Zang Ku” by an unimaginable margin.

No, the two shouldn't even be compared.

Upon closer inspection, he could sense a hint of desolation and sorrow from the now-quiet snow-white sword.

Xu Xiaoshou found himself immersed in it. It was as if he could see an endless desolate wasteland, beneath unchanging layers of white snow, a massive stele that had stood since ancient times.

Loneliness, isolation, weariness...

His vision blurred, and the scene vanished, leaving only the sword in front of him.

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and looked up.

“Suspicion received, passive value +64.”

“Awe received, passive value +89.”

Hmm?

What was going on?

Glancing sideways, he saw that the surface of E Hu had frosted over with ice!

Damn!

This was summer, with the sun blazing in the sky!

As his senses returned, he heard Su Qianqian's anxious voice: “Little beast brother?”

But there was more noise from the crowd:

“Whoa, it just got icy— I felt like my soul froze!”

“Quick, look— the lake surface is frozen?!”

“This is so weird— it must be Xu Xiaoshou's doing! But what exactly happened?”

“Is there anyone who can explain this? I'm totally confused!”

No one responded; everyone looked baffled, and Xu Xiaoshou was just as confused.

Only Su Qianqian's face showed full surprise: “You can see it?”

Then it suddenly dawned on her, “Oh, right— little beast brother has Xian Tian Jian Yi too!”

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hide his inner shock. Was this what a famous sword was like?

Just one glance, and it could pull someone into its world.

“Mu Ming Cheng Xue... a tomb stele?”

“Mm-hmm.”Su Qianqian didn't deny it.

“Can you tell me its story?”Xu Xiaoshou felt that this sword must have a story.

Su Qianqian smiled happily. She hadn't expected anyone besides her grandfather to want to hear her stories.

She took the sword and gently stroked it; the blade trembled slightly with a soft hum, as if enjoying the touch.

“In ancient times, there was a sword saint named Cheng Xue.”

“He had a close friend, also a sword saint, who followed the path of killing and was called the Killing Sword Saint.”

“One day, he turned demonic by accident and killed Cheng Xue. When the Killing Sword Saint came to his senses, he was filled with regret and stood Cheng Xue's sword as a tomb stele to suppress it for eternity.”

Xu Xiaoshou waited for a while, but Su Qianqian didn't continue.

“Is that it?”

“Hmm?”Su Qianqian looked up in confusion. “That's the story of ‘Mu Ming Cheng Xue.’ Did I miss something?”

“...”

Xu Xiaoshou was at a loss for words. You make a good point— the story is indeed finished— but it just feels like...

It shouldn't be this straightforward!

Where are the details?

The fall of a sword saint should be epic and tragic, right?

You're just sipping water here— this story is way too simple and direct!

“It's told really well!”

“Very concise!”

Xu Xiaoshou praised insincerely, then continued, “In Tian Sang Ling Gong, is there any sword more precious than this?”

Hearing the compliment, Su Qianqian smiled with dimples, shaking her head casually. “No.”

“Think carefully— is there another sword that's even more powerful?”Xu Xiaoshou said seriously.

Su Qianqian's smile paused, and she tilted her head in thought before replying earnestly, “No.”

“Really none?”

“Mm-hmm!”

Xu Xiaoshou's heart sank. He had a feeling there wasn't, but there had to be!

If there wasn't, then the sword the masked person was after must be Su Qianqian's “Mu Ming Cheng Xue.”

That guy hadn't even been able to take down the major figures in Tian Sang Ling Gong. If he set his sights on Su Qianqian now, what would happen to her?

“It's over!”Xu Xiaoshou was frantic with worry.

Su Qianqian's eyes darted around, and she quickly figured it out. “Is little beast brother worried about that masked person from last night?”