Legend of Swordsman

Jian Wushuang glanced at the soaring price and felt a sense of relief in his heart.

This was significantly higher than he had anticipated.

Soon, the price of the Deep Sea Pearl reached the two trillion mark.

Xue Yang excitedly said, “This should be more than enough. With the immortal crystals we already have, over three trillion, purchasing that Life Flower will be easy!”

“Indeed,” Jian Wushuang nodded in agreement.

The Deep Sea Pearl was now being fiercely contested by two major families.

Both of these families were Emperor families within the Ancient Court.

After receiving instructions from their ancestors, they were told to sell their treasures to raise funds. As long as they secured the Deep Sea Pearl, the family would buy back the treasures they sold and reward them further.

Naturally, they were willing to go to any lengths, even borrowing money to win the bid.

Treasures from the third stage of the auction were not something everyone could afford, and many had already left the venue.

Both families reached out to friends among the departing crowd to borrow more money.

Ultimately, a burly Dao Lord won the bid, with the final price coming to 2.4 trillion immortal crystals.

Once the Deep Sea Pearl was handed over, Jian Wushuang also received 2.4 trillion immortal crystals.

Adding what he already had, his total amounted to 3.8 trillion.

“This can be considered a little meeting gift for that girl, Jiang Ni,” Jian Wushuang mused, fiddling with the storage ring.

Now, they awaited the appearance of the Life Flower.

The third stage of the auction had a total of ten treasures, and the Life Flower was the final one.

The three of them waited idly for the last treasure to be revealed.

After an hour had passed.

The auction entered its final stage, and the Life Flower was introduced.

The starting price was set at one trillion immortal crystals.

Once the Life Flower appeared, many who were about to leave returned to the venue.

They didn’t know what treasures would follow this one.

Only Jian Wushuang and Emperor Duobao were aware.

When the Life Flower was announced, many people lamented their poor timing.

They had already spent all their money.

However, a few wealthy individuals, who had the foresight to prepare in advance, had conserved a large amount of immortal crystals just for such a treasure.

At this point, the price for the Life Flower quickly soared to two trillion.

But there were only a few bidders.

Just three.

These three were all peak Dao Lords.

Though they weren’t as powerful as Yang Dingtian with his ten thousand times divine power, their talent wasn’t lacking.

They were all at the cusp of achieving the Dao.

Moreover, they had only cultivated a single Divine Eye technique.

With the assistance of the Life Flower, they had a high chance of successfully merging with the Dao and becoming Emperors.

Their paths were not weak either—if they succeeded, they would immediately become second-rank Emperors and, with a little cultivation, could ascend to the third rank.

Given their strong backgrounds, they also had the wealth to support this endeavor.

As the price continued to climb, Jian Wushuang calmly raised his hand and said, “3.8 trillion!”

He remained composed. This was all of his immortal crystals, and if anyone bid higher, he would have no choice but to sell some of his divine power.

Once that price was declared, the entire venue fell silent.

After a long pause, just as Emperor Duobao was about to begin the countdown, someone placed another bid.

“Four trillion!”

The person who spoke seemed to have staked everything, as if this bid was their last breath.

Jian Wushuang observed the remaining immortal crystals in his opponent’s storage, then calmly raised his hand and said, “I bid four trillion, three hundred and eighty billion!”

Hearing this price, the Daoist’s expression turned to one of surprise. The new bid surpassed theirs by only thirty billion immortal crystals. But that additional thirty billion was enough to crush their hopes. They had already borrowed more than they could handle, and borrowing again seemed impossible—especially since the other party could just keep borrowing too.

The cost was simply too high.

After all, the auxiliary treasure for reaching the Dao could only assist the process. It wasn’t something that would directly make someone an Emperor. There was a huge risk involved, and if the process failed, they might not only lose their life but be crippled, all while still being in debt. The pressure was overwhelming.

In the end, they gave up on the bidding.

Jian Wushuang successfully won the Dao Flower.

The auction, too, came to a conclusion as the voice of Emperor Duobao announced its end.

Afterward, Jian Wushuang decided to stay in the residence arranged by Huang Yue’er since there wasn’t much else to do in Tian Tan City. He had purchased the necessary treasures and gathered all the information he needed. There was no point in wandering the city aimlessly anymore.

Once he entered the temple that Huang Yue’er had prepared, Jian Wushuang began researching soul-secret techniques. His goal was to further enhance his combat power. With his current strength of fifty thousand units of divine power, it wasn’t enough—especially since even his subordinates had reached the same level of divine power.

During these few days, apart from his own cultivation, Jian Wushuang also assisted the four Guardians in performing the self-sacrifice ritual, helping them become golden puppets. With this, he now had five supreme battle forces by his side. In addition, he transformed the remaining nine True Immortals, including Fairy Ziyu, into silver puppets.

However, Jian Wushuang wasn’t omnipotent. As he hadn’t yet recovered his status as a Universe God, he could only manage the creation of five golden puppets. The primary issue was the lack of additional silver divine arts. If there had been more, he could have continued enhancing his forces. Furthermore, once his divine power surpassed one hundred thousand units, he would even be able to help Guardian Yunhai and the others increase their power.

After completing these tasks, the appointed day finally arrived.

Emperor Yue Ying had already gathered everyone in the main hall. Aside from Jian Wushuang and his two companions, there were nine Daoists present. These individuals weren’t disciples of Emperor Yue Ying but rather unfamiliar faces with distinct auras. It seemed they were Daoists who ventured through the chaotic void in search of adventure.

Why Emperor Yue Ying hadn’t used his own disciples remained a mystery.

Once everyone was assembled, Emperor Yue Ying began to speak, “I’ve located Yang Dingtian and that Sword Immortal. I’ll initiate the spatial transmission, and in an instant, we’ll arrive near them. I’ll conceal your auras, and once we’re close, wait for my command before taking action!”

“Yes!” Everyone responded in unison.

Emperor Yue Ying nodded and began activating the formation.

Spatial transmission wasn’t true teleportation, as Emperor Yue Ying couldn’t achieve such a feat. He had to rely on the teleportation array, though this particular formation was a mobile one, which made it almost as efficient as teleportation. The only downside was that it was a bit more cumbersome.

Buzz!

As the formation activated, everyone instantly disappeared from their original location.

They arrived at the Ancient Region of Fuhai.

The name “Fuhai” was derived from the ancient figure known as Saint Fuhai, an ancient demon whose name gave the region its title. This was a well-known fact, though why Saint Fuhai chose this name remained unclear to most. It was said he named himself after the hidden ocean beneath the land. The ocean lay deep underground, invisible from the surface, hence the name “Fuhai”—meaning “buried sea.”

There were many entrances to Fuhai, but without using those pathways, it was impossible to enter. Of course, teleportation could bypass the terrain since Fuhai only isolated the physical geography, not space itself.

Ordinary cultivators who ventured into Fuhai were mostly in the Nascent Soul or Great Dao stages, and while the region appeared mysterious, it held few treasures. Most who entered were there to hunt the demon tribes within Fuhai. It was rumored these demons possessed ancient demon bloodlines, and by absorbing their essence, one could strengthen their body, which attracted many mortal cultivators.

Without this allure, even fewer people would risk entering Fuhai, as the subterranean environment held little promise for treasure or a conducive place to cultivate.

Yang Dingtian and Jiang Ni had chosen this place to hide. With its many passageways, it was difficult to be surrounded, making it an excellent stronghold.

At that moment, deep within Fuhai, on a coral-covered island, there was a small, sunlit hill. Sitting atop the hill was a figure, with an ink-green sword stabbed into the ground nearby. A turtle shell and a skinned stone snake were hanging from the sword, strung together like a mortal’s trinket.

The owner of the sword, dressed in a flowing white robe, had their long hair neatly tied into a crown, exuding an air of heroism. Despite this, the sword’s owner was a woman—Jiang Ni, who hadn’t seen Jian Wushuang for many years.

Over the millennia, she had relied on her own strength, mastering the ultimate swordsmanship, and had now reached the threshold of becoming a Daoist.

In the ancient world, she had gained tremendous renown and earned the title of Quasi-Emperor, a Sword Immortal capable of fighting against Emperors, and even wounding Daoists. Her brilliance overshadowed even Yang Dingtian and most Daoists in the ancient world. The Emperors of the Ancient Court treated her as an equal, though for reasons unknown, Jiang Ni harbored deep enmity toward the Ancient Court. Several attempts at reconciliation had been thwarted by her ruthless swordsmanship.

She opened her eyes suddenly.

“Hmm?”

She frowned slightly and sent a message to Yang Dingtian.

“An Emperor has arrived. Be cautious.”

“What? An Emperor?” Yang Dingtian jumped in surprise, quickly exiting his cave and rushing toward the hilltop.

“Jiang, which Emperor is it?”

Jiang Ni remained calm, her voice indifferent. “I don’t know, and I don’t care.”

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