Hundred Dynasty Mountain Opens, The Sword Saint Who Isn't Good with Words

Since the Nirvana Tablet test that day, the originally bustling Myriad Manifestation City had been shrouded in a strange atmosphere, and the several super dynasties, which had been fighting fiercely, had begun to settle down.

Sword Saint, the mere mention of this name brought a sense of pressure to the heart, let alone the real person's presence. Who would dare to cause trouble in Myriad Manifestation City? If they accidentally provoked the Sword Saint, the entire city might be buried with them!

God of Slaughter, that was a title forged by the geniuses of dynasty after dynasty, with mountains of corpses.

This scene shocked even Song Tai, a powerhouse from a super sect. As expected of the infamous Sword Saint, this deterrent power was even more effective than the rules of their super sect, saving them a lot of trouble.

However, what happened later made Song Tai's heart complicated.

Several days after the Nirvana Tablet test, an auction was held in Myriad Manifestation City, and the final highlight, a Heaven-Rank Spiritual Treasure, was actually bought by that little fellow named Lin Dong at the starting price.

On the day of the Nirvana Tablet test, everyone saw Lin Dong standing behind the Sword Saint, so as soon as he bid, no one dared to compete with him, forcing Song Tai to comfort himself with the excuse that it was like exchanging for the Nirvana Tablet.

Several days later, when the morning sun pierced through the clouds and sprinkled into Myriad Manifestation City, the atmosphere that had been suppressed for several days in the entire Myriad Manifestation City finally became lively again.

Because today was the day the Hundred Dynasty War truly began. Those geniuses who came from various other dynasties had experienced countless battles and killings in this Ancient Battlefield, cultivating bitterly here for a year, all for the sake of achieving good results here, so as to join a super sect.

Watching that ray of dawn tear through the darkness and illuminate this land, Lin Xuan retracted his gaze, and then, with Fu Zhu and Zhu Yan, walked towards the central area outside Myriad Manifestation City.

As the core area was opened, the Hundred Dynasty War entered the final stage of fighting. Almost every moment, people were fighting. The winner lived and the loser died. The Hundred Dynasty War only had victory and defeat, not life and death, but while determining the outcome, life and death were often determined as well.

However, all of this had nothing to do with Lin Xuan. While Lin Dong and the others entered the core area to fight, Lin Xuan was already leading Fu Zhu and Zhu Yan towards the Hundred Dynasty Mountain in the center.

Compared to the participants around him who were fighting fiercely, Lin Xuan didn't seem to be here to participate in the Hundred Dynasty War, but rather to be strolling in his own backyard. That kind of leisurely and unhurried demeanor was out of place with this bloody killing field, yet it was inexplicably harmonious.

No one attacked Lin Xuan, and no one dared to attack Lin Xuan. In fact, every time Lin Xuan passed by, all the battles would stop immediately. The original slaughter and chaos would disappear in an instant, and the warring parties would leave.

In this dark red space filled with blood and violence, that white robe and that fluttering silver hair were like a warm, blazing sun, dispelling the chaos and slaughter of this world.

"Dong!"

Several days later, an ancient and melodious bell sound spread from the Hundred Dynasty Mountain, vast and mighty, towards the surroundings, resounding throughout the entire core area, lasting for a long time!

Upon hearing this bell sound, the faces of all the participants changed instantly, and they looked up at the top of the Hundred Dynasty Mountain.

The top of the Hundred Dynasty Mountain, which was originally shrouded in clouds and mist, dissipated towards the surroundings at this moment, and a blazing sun rose from the top of the Hundred Dynasty Mountain. Immediately afterwards, a vast and majestic voice echoed continuously in the sky above the core area.

"The Hundred Dynasty Mountain opens, those who hold the Heaven-Rank Nirvana Seal may ascend the mountain!"

And after this voice fell, the competition and fighting in the entire core area became even more tragic. At the same time, many powerhouses who had already obtained the Heaven-Rank Nirvana Seal rushed towards the Hundred Dynasty Mountain.

The Hundred Dynasty Mountain was extremely steep, with mountain walls like blades, piercing straight into the sky. There were no other roads around it. If you wanted to climb to the top of the mountain, you had to fly straight up in one breath.

At the top of the mountain, there was a whole flat and smooth bluestone square. The sunlight shone on it, and even the ground would reflect some dazzling light, making the space blurred.

In the mid-air of the square, countless rays of light intertwined into a light table and light chairs. On those light chairs, there were figures with extremely powerful auras sitting upright, and an invisible pressure enveloped this world.

Lin Dong, who had rushed to the top of the mountain, saw the figure of Wu Dao Old Man sitting on the far right of the first eight seats at first glance. However, before Lin Dong could begin to size up the others, he received Little Marten's voice transmission in his ear.

"Lin Dong, pay attention to the old man in the very center. His strength is very likely to be Death Profound Realm!"

After hearing Little Marten's words, Lin Dong subconsciously looked at the middle of the first row of eight seats, or rather the fourth seat. However, Lin Dong could see that the fifth seat, the beautiful woman, and the seats of the other six people were obviously slightly behind, as if that person was alone in one seat, and the other seven were side by side.

Sitting on that fourth seat was a gaunt old man with black and white hair scattered behind him. The eyebrows above his eyes were strangely one black and one white. He wore a black and white Taoist robe, and there was a black and white Yuan Gate symbol on his chest.

Unlike the upright posture of the others, the old man leaned casually on the seat, his eyes slightly closed, but the surrounding space was faintly distorted.

"This is going to be bad. That guy's strength is simply not something that fellow can withstand. Lin Dong, hurry up and call for backup. If the Dao Sect experts don't come, that guy might be directly suppressed and killed by Yuan Gate on the spot!"

Yan's voice suddenly rang in Lin Dong's heart, startling him slightly and adding a touch of worry to his expression. Lin Ke'er, who had already joined him, noticed that Lin Dong seemed a bit tense and gently grasped his hand, saying softly.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Dong shook his head slightly upon hearing this, but his expression remained somewhat heavy. He quickly questioned Yan in his heart.

"Yan, can you tell what that old man's strength is?"

"If there are no surprises, it should be no worse than that stinky rat's peak, Death Profound Realm peak!"

Upon receiving Yan's answer, Lin Dong felt his breath catch in his throat. The hand holding Lin Ke'er's unconsciously tightened, causing her hand to turn pale.

"Lin Dong, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but the Young Clan Leader might be in danger. I hope he doesn't go up..."

Lin Dong said in a solemn voice, but before he could finish speaking, he saw the old man sitting in the middle suddenly open his eyes, his voice like thunder.

"Good aptitude, truly unparalleled talent!"

The sudden voice startled everyone on the top of Hundred Dynasty Mountain. Hundreds of participants all subconsciously looked in the direction of the old man's gaze.

At the edge of the mountain top plaza, a white figure landed on the plaza and was walking slowly. The noisy wind at the top of the mountain blew up his waist-length silver hair, shining with a stunning and brilliant light in the sun. Behind him, a four-horned spirit deer carrying a little monkey closely followed.

"Sword Saint!"

Looking at that peerless and ethereal figure, many people couldn't help but murmur. The gazes they cast on that figure involuntarily carried a hint of awe.

Behind Wu Dao Old Man, there was a pretty girl in green, craning her neck to look at that stunningly beautiful figure, her eyes filled with a bit of amazement.

The girl considered herself a great beauty. Her sister was equally stunning, and so was that cold woman she disliked. Although she didn't like her, she had to admit that the woman was definitely a peerless beauty.

However, when she saw the silver-haired, white-clad figure, the girl still felt her heartbeat slow down. It was a truly incomparably stunning beauty. Even a woman who was extremely confident in her appearance couldn't help but exclaim when she saw that figure that there was such absolute elegance and stunning beauty in the world.

The elegance and purity of snow, untouched by dust, the aloofness, persistence, and unwavering determination of plum blossoms, the vigor, humility, and tenacity of bamboo...

It seemed that all the beauty in the world could be found in him, as if he were the embodiment of beauty in the world.

Such a man actually possessed beauty that made the women of the world feel inferior!

The green-clad girl's eyes flickered. After suppressing the strange sense of amazement in her heart, a touch of worry welled up again. She had a feeling that Yuan Gate would not give up easily this time. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent the Yuan Gate Grand Elder at this time.

Under everyone's gaze, the white-clad youth slightly raised his eyes, but only slightly, and responded softly.

"Lin Xuan is just of average talent, unworthy of such praise!"

Faced with Lin Xuan's reaction, the old man's black and white eyebrows furrowed at the same time, and the smile on his face faded a bit. However, he still said politely.

"Good, you have pride. This old man likes it. I wonder if you are willing to join my Yuan Gate? The three grandmasters of my Yuan Gate are extremely fond of you, and are even willing to teach you alone, with a status even above the Three Little Kings of my Yuan Gate."

"Hiss!"

After hearing the old man's conditions, countless participants below couldn't help but gasp. The three grandmasters of Yuan Gate accepting a disciple at the same time was an unprecedented honor.

Those were the three grandmasters of Yuan Gate. Each of them was a Revolving Wheel Realm powerhouse who shook the Eastern Xuan Region. If they stomped their feet, the entire Eastern Xuan Region would tremble.

If one could be accepted as a disciple by the three grandmasters at the same time, it could be said that they could almost walk sideways in the entire Eastern Xuan Region. Except for the grandmasters of the eight super sects, everyone else would have to give way.

Not to mention, his status is above the Yuan Gate's Three Little Kings.

The Yuan Gate's Three Little Kings have always been the personal disciples of the Yuan Gate's three Grand Masters since the sect's establishment, with a status equivalent to the senior disciples of other factions.

To have a status even above the Three Little Kings, almost comparable to the Young Sect Master of the Yuan Gate, such conditions cannot be described as merely generous; they are absolutely unprecedented.

However, once one considers that the person in question is the Sword Saint, everything becomes reasonable again.

That's the Sword Saint! The Sword Saint! In this world, there are only conditions unworthy of the Sword Saint, never a Sword Saint unworthy of any condition! With such qualifications, even directly appointing the Sword Saint as the successor, directly inheriting the position of Grand Master in the future, would be acceptable.

Standing in the crowd, Lin Dong and Little Marten were equally astonished by these conditions. Immediately following, a sense of worry surged into Lin Dong's heart. The higher the price the Yuan Gate offered, the more determined they were to obtain Lin Xuan. And if they failed to obtain him, their methods would inevitably be even more ruthless and merciless.

The Yuan Gate is very likely colluding with Otherworldly Demons. With the Young Clan Leader's temperament, he would never pretend to cooperate and then try to escape. In other words, today is truly going to be dangerous!

Lin Xuan paid no attention to the gazes around him, his eyes fixed on the Yuan Gate elder in mid-air. Lin Xuan held his right hand behind his back, his left hand gripping his long sword tightly. His tone was like a deep pool, calm with a hint of profound coldness. His voice, though not loud, echoed throughout the entire plaza.

"Although Lin Xuan is a sword practitioner and not skilled in words, he also knows that he cannot associate with those who are petty and opportunistic."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere above the entire plaza instantly froze, and everyone's eyes looking at Lin Xuan became strange.

Is the Sword Saint rejecting the Yuan Gate's invitation? This is not just a rejection; this is directly pointing at the Yuan Gate's nose and scolding them, isn't it?

After hearing Lin Xuan's response, Wu Dao Old Man couldn't help but reveal a complicated expression on his face. He indeed admired Lin Xuan's temperament, but this sentence of yours is directly offending the Yuan Gate to death? When the time comes to lend a helping hand, I'm afraid it will be extremely troublesome.

Hidden in the dark, Bo Xuan, after hearing Lin Xuan's response, had a smile on his face, but his brow furrowed slightly. He still had a good understanding of Lin Xuan's temperament.

That guy, the statement about not being good with words is true. He has never liked to talk much, and for him to speak, there must be a special reason, but Bo Xuan couldn't detect what was wrong for a moment.

Chen Kui, following behind him, showed an expression of incomparable admiration in his eyes as he looked at Lin Xuan. Daring to directly scold the other party's sect in front of a Death Profound Realm peak expert, and still scolding a force like the Yuan Gate, it must be said that this demeanor alone is enough to be admired.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The Yuan Gate elder, who was almost being pointed at the nose, laughed in anger upon hearing this, uttering three "good"s in a row before staring at Lin Xuan with a grim expression.

The elder never expected that this guy's temper would be so bad. Their Yuan Gate had already shown such sincerity, yet this guy was not only not polite but even scolded them on the spot. He was simply a stone in a latrine pit, smelly and hard.

"What a 'not skilled in words'! But how does this old man feel that the Sword Saint is not only not unskilled in words but is quite eloquent!"