Parrot Bites Tongue

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters.
Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia?
The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms...
Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening.
Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

The Lord who use immortals as food

Jiang Yin'er turned around and gently closed the door. There was a quietness in the old Book Building, aged through the years. Jiang Yin'er sat down properly beside Pei Ye, exactly half a head shorter than him.


"So many letters." The young girl whispered, looking at the table.


"Yes, they all came from Bowang City." Pei Ye smiled, "This one is from Master Chang of Feng Huai, and this one is from my master in the martial arts hall when I was a child..."


Jiang Yin'er leaned in to look, noticing on one letter several long paragraphs about Pei Ye's martial arts principles, pointing out various aspects, the letter had an authoritative tone. The young girl, not daring to disrespect, said, "Brother, who is this master? An esteemed expert?"


"What esteemed expert? Just a Third Level old man in his forties," Pei Ye laughed, "I could knock him down with one punch now."


Chapter 146: Settling Accounts