He had been lonely for a long time. He had fought many of the worldâs strongest, but many others, for various reasons, could not be fought. Perhaps this Little Immortal would be a worthy opponent.
But for now.
It was still too early.
Without reaching the Land Immortal realm, no matter how astonishing oneâs combat power, they could not be his match.
***
Beiliang Princeâs Mansion.
A middle-aged man with graying temples put down the document in his hand. After hearing his subordinateâs report, he sighed:
âOld Huang still couldnât let go in the end!â
âEven after so many years in my Beiliang Princeâs Mansion, the battle with Wang Xianzhi is still etched in his mind, perhaps even becoming a nightmare.â
Xu Xiao knew.
Back then, the Sword Monarch had challenged Wang Xianzhi, only to abandon his sword and flee, considering it a disgrace.
Now, after much reflection, he had gone to Wudang to challenge Ning Changge, hoping to take that final step under Ning Changgeâs pressure, and then go to Martial Imperial City for a final battle with Wang Xianzhi.
Without reaching the Land Immortal realm, he didnât have the courage to challenge Wang Xianzhi again.
In the end, he failed.
He died at Wudang, his remains buried in the Heaven-Man Tomb.
A fierce general, his eyes filled with killing intent, said:
âYour Highness, even so, Old Huang was one of us in the Beiliang Princeâs Mansion. Wudang shouldnât have killed him like that, disregarding our Beiliang. I request permission to lead an attack on Wudang and bring back Old Huangâs remains!â
Xu Xiao slowly waved his hand.
âThis was Old Huangâs own choice, it has nothing to do with Wudang.â
âThen⦠what about the heir?â
âThe heir has grown up. If he wants to go to Wudang to retrieve Old Huangâs remains after mastering martial arts, it will be up to him.â
Xu Xiao thought of his eldest son and felt a headache coming on.
He slowly stood up.
Looking at the map on the wall.
Liyan Dynasty is not peaceful, and neither is the Nine Provinces.
The chaos of the dynasty leaves little time.
Within the mansion.
A handsome young man downed a bowl of strong liquor, muttering to himself:
âOld Huang, I knew you were a master. Just wait, one day Iâll go to Wudang myself and bring you home!â
***
The death of the Sword Monarch caused quite a stir in the martial world. After all, he was a peerless Heaven-Man swordmaster, but the news mostly spread among those who knew him.
It didnât have the same grand impact as the destruction of the Dragon-Slaying Saber and the gathering of heroes from all over the world.
Even so.
The reputation of Wudangâs Heaven-Man Tomb continued to grow.
Four Heaven-Man experts were buried there.
The Sun Moon Sectâs leader, Dongfang Bubai, the Round Moon Villaâs master, Demonic Blade Ding Peng, the esoteric monk Dalzhi, and the peerless swordsman, the Sword Monarch.
Each one more formidable and famous than the last.
As a result.
The Heaven-Man Tomb took on a special meaning.
Namely: being buried in the Heaven-Man Tomb signified being among the top-tier Heaven-Man experts, remembered by the world. This was a significant temptation for aging Heaven-Man experts nearing the end of their lives.
Martial artists in the martial world, rising and falling, ultimately seek fame and fortune.
Even Heaven-Man experts are no exception.
For a time.
Many were tempted.
However, most of them were unworthy, with some even being old grandmasters daring to challenge.
Of course.
They naturally wouldnât meet Ning Changge.
Boom!
Jin Ling, in his twelve-foot true form, was incredibly fierce, forcing an old expert to retreat. The old expert, facing the giant monkey, felt fear and retreated repeatedly.
But Jin Ling showed no mercy.
If you come to challenge, be prepared to die.
Wanting fame without paying the price? Impossible.
With a few more punches, Jin Lingâs fists glowed, and the old expertâs eyes bulged as he spat blood and died, his bones shattered.
Jin Ling showed no emotion, reverting to his four-foot Daoist form, holding a broom as he returned to the Sutra Pavilion.
He left behind a series of shocked and speechless gazes.
To challenge Ning Changge, just getting past Jin Ling was no simple task.
Song Yuanqiao waved his hand, and the disciples behind him immediately collected the old expertâs body and buried it elsewhere.
With his mere peak grand