NOVPUBTyrant Sword City had existed for a very long time.
The ancient city walls stood silently on the earth, with the iron-blue city gates seemingly recounting their lifetime of experiences without words.
The twilight sun, accompanied by crimson afterglow, spilled over the city from the edge of the sky, shrouding the entire city in a hazy hue.
As the sun sets in the west, hearts are broken at Heaven Edge!
Xu Zimei entered Tyrant Sword City; its prosperity and expanse were comparable to those of Mixed Yuan Ancient City he had visited before.
On the streets, people bustled about, nearly everyone wearing a sword at their side.
The location where the Jiang Family had once been now had turned into a marketplace.
This was also the largest marketplace in Tyrant Sword City.
Normally, residents of Tyrant Sword City would buy and sell goods here, sometimes even bartering items.
…
Xu Zimei inquired about the location of the marketplace and decided to take a look inside.
Continuing down the main street and after several hundred meters, a storefront appeared not far ahead.
This storefront was more than three meters tall, constructed with a flushed red color.
Xu Zimei walked through the entrance to the marketplace, only to discover that it was even more bustling than he had imagined.
Both sides were lined with various shops, mostly dealing in goods, with few being wine houses.
Moreover, on both sides of the broad road, many people squeezed together, setting up small stalls on the ground.
"Dear customer, come take a look as you pass by.
Direct Disciple swords of Heaven One Sword Sect for sale at low prices!"
Xu Zimei passed by, with all sorts of hawkers’ cries coming from both sides of the road.
The crowd moved back and forth, strolling through the streets, creating a thriving scene.
He wandered around the marketplace until dusk was about to fall before finally leaving and finding a wine house.
This round turned up nothing; it felt a bit like looking for a needle in the ocean.
Xu Zimei had dinner and left the wine house at midnight.
…
Xu Laosan was a beggar who had begged in Tyrant Sword City for nearly ten years.
Usually, he barely survived by picking up other people’s leftover food.
He was already quite old and had taken in a young beggar a few years ago.
Treating him as his own son and raising him, perhaps because he was growing older, he felt that having company in his later years was a pleasant feeling.
The weather in early summer was hot, and recently, the young beggar had fallen seriously ill.
His life was hanging by a thread, not far from death.
He didn’t have money to take the young beggar to see a doctor and could only watch helplessly as the young beggar grew weaker every day.
In the evening, when the summer heat had somewhat subsided, a breeze began to blow through the space.
He leaned against the wall at the end of an alley in Tyrant Sword City’s poor district, slowly feeding water from a broken bowl into the young beggar’s mouth.
Hoping against hope that fortune would favor the boy and he would pull through this ordeal.
Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from not far away.
The old beggar hurriedly looked toward the outside of the alley, a resting place for beggars.
Filthy and stinking, ordinary people avoided it, and few ever came here.
He looked outside the alley, where a purple-robed youth slowly made his way over.
The youth carried a Curved Blade on his back, his eyes dominant and profound. The old beggar found it hard to describe the aura surrounding the youth.
Perhaps the youth was more memorable than any noble or dignitaries he had seen in his lifetime.
"Do you need something?" the old beggar asked cautiously.
"Spread a message for me throughout the city; this Spirit Crystal is yours," said the purple-robed youth indifferently.
As his words fell, a transparent Spirit Crystal was tossed over.
The old beggar, still stunned with the Spirit Crystal in his hand, then suddenly snapped to attention.
He began to kowtow, pleading, "My lord, I am willing to spread any message you ask.
I don’t need the Spirit Crystal, just please save him."
The old beggar pointed at the young beggar by his side, who was at death’s door, earnestly begging the youth.
Xu Zimei frowned slightly, glancing at the young beggar.
The life force of the Tree of Life in his hand surged as he waved his right hand, the green breath of life flowing into the young beggar’s body.
"Old Xu, am I about to die?" the young beggar slowly opened his eyes and asked, bewildered.
"Kid, what inauspicious things are you saying!
You won’t die; we’ve met a noble person, a great noble person," the old beggar laughed heartily, clearly in high spirits.
That night, Xu Zimei traversed all the beggar gathering spots throughout the entire Tyrant Sword City.
Then, as the sky began to lighten, he returned to the wine house and shut himself in.
...
The sleeping Tyrant Sword City resembled a ferocious beast, roaring silently.
Dawn broke with the purpling east and the sun shining high.
The streets were already crowded, with people from all walks of life continuing with their daily routines.
It seemed as if nothing had changed, but that day in Tyrant Sword City, suddenly a certain topic of conversation arose.
"Old Zhang, do you remember the Jiang Family from back in the day?"
"Of course, I do. When the Jiang Family ruled our Sword Domain, it was a time of peace and prosperity.
With the Jiang Family gone, the constant strife among these three great forces really makes one yearn for the past!"
"Do you know, it seems a descendant of the Jiang Family has appeared in our Tyrant Sword City.
It is said that he has even received the legacy of a Sword Immortal."
"No way, is it true?"
"I’m not sure myself, but it’s what the whole city is talking about now—you’re the only one out of the loop.
They say he’s staying at the Luck And Fortune Wine House, back to pay homage to his ancestors."
...…
People were skeptical, but such discussions spread across the entire city in no time.
And they grew more intense, even reaching other cities within the Sword Domain.
The imprint of the Jiang Family was indeed too profound for people.
Without any exaggeration, it’s said that it was because of the Jiang Family that the Sword Domain even exists.
And their sudden disappearance years ago remained the greatest mystery in many people’s hearts.
Located to the north of Tyrant Sword City, the Divine Sword Sect’s Sect Gate was erected on nearby Divine Sword Mountain.
This part of Tyrant Sword City was only a branch of the Sect.
At this moment, inside the Sect’s inner hall, an elder dressed in a grey-white robe sat on a chair, his brows tightly furrowed as if pondering something.
Just then, a disciple walked in and respectfully said.
"Sword Elder, the Sound Transmission Wall has responded."
"I know," the man known as Sword Elder quickly got up and hurried towards the Sound Transmission Wall.
He was in charge of the Tyrant Sword City branch of the Divine Sword Sect, and this Sound Transmission Wall was their method of communicating with the Sect Gate.
He had reported the rumor of the Jiang Family’s descendant to the Sect Gate the moment it had emerged.
As he approached the Sound Transmission Wall, he saw only three characters pulsing with spiritual energy on the wall.
"Kill without mercy!"
He slightly raised his head, looking out the window towards the sky, and finally walked out of the room, his body swirling with spiritual energy.
