Strongest Immortal Emperor in City

0The old man's name was Xiao Fu. His real name had long been forgotten. His surname and name were given to him by the old patriarch after he joined the Xiao Family.    0

    

In terms of age, he was a few years older than the patriarch. Xiao Fu became a servant in Xiao's Mansion when he was seven years old. It had been more than ninety years since he became a servant. No matter how the empire changed, he was the steward of Xiao's Mansion. Never wavered.    

    

There was no story about him in the Pugilistic World, and not many people had heard of his name. Because he had never challenged the martial arts world.    

    

Xiao Fu's martial arts skills were all thanks to Xiao Yijue's father. His talent was not high, and as a servant, even if he was really talented, he was not qualified to become a disciple of the Xiao Family.    

    

However, Old Master Xiao had been secretly instructing this young man all those years ago. When Xiao Yijue was practicing his sword, he had Xiao Fu sweep the floor beside him. He had even deliberately read out some of the mental cultivation methods, and even specially arranged a quiet residence for him. He wanted Xiao Fu to secretly practice martial arts at night.    

    

The Xiao Family's Heavenly Questioning Sword Technique and Tyrannical Qin Divine Art were the best in the entire Z Country. Besides, hard work could make up for one's incompetence. Although Xiao Fu's talent was average, when he was thirty years old... He had stepped into the Saint Realm. After that, he went to the Xiao's Mansion's steward and married a wife and had children. To Xiao Fu, this was the happiest period of his life.    

    

A few years later, Master Xiao passed away, and Xiao Yijue inherited the family business. He allowed Xiao Fu's son to become a disciple of the Xiao Family. He became an official disciple. Unfortunately, this child was competitive at a young age. When he was 16 or 17 years old, he had yet to learn anything. He fought fiercely outside and died a violent death. Xiao Fu's wife also died of illness not long after.    

    

After losing his family, the sense of loyalty he had for the Xiao Family had become all of Xiao Fu's spiritual sustenance and pursuit. It could be said that Xiao Fu had always been grateful and loyal to the Xiao Family.    

    

Therefore, even though he was already a peak Martial Saint and it was hard to find a worthy opponent in the world, he had never stepped out of the Yanjing. Every day, he would either guide his disciples in the Xiao's Mansion or make delicious food for Young Master and Xiao Yao.    

    

But today, with a solemn expression, he hurried to the backyard.    

    

There were few people in the backyard, especially a small door in the corner. Behind it was the forbidden area of the Xiao Family. Except for Xiao Fu, who was the most trusted old butler, all the other intruders would only end up dead!    

    

Xiao Fu took out a bronze key from his pocket and opened the lock on the small door. He took a deep breath and walked in.    

    

He had only crossed the threshold, but to Xiao Fu, it was like he had come to a new world. Behind this small door was a faint lake, a few messy fake mountains, lush trees and flowers. More importantly, the density of Spiritual Qi in the air. Surprisingly, it was dozens of times higher!    

    

The density of the Spiritual Qi here was even higher than the density of the the Dragon-Turning Array in the Cloud Peak Villa. It could be seen that the Xiao's Mansion was full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons.    

    

Xiao Fu, however, did not immerse himself in the Spiritual Qi Banquet. Instead, he walked quickly to the side of the fake mountain and knocked three times cautiously. He said respectfully, "Master, it's me."    

    

A few seconds later, a deep voice suddenly came from the inside of the fake mountain. "Is it Ah Fu? Come in."    

    

After that, the fake hill suddenly split into two, revealing a secret passage. Xiao Fu slowly walked down the stairs. Compared to the outside where the Spiritual Qi was abundant, this place was as barren as hell. Not to mention cultivating in this place, even living was an extravagant hope.    

    

Even Xiao Fu felt dizzy after taking two steps forward. He hurriedly held his breath and focused his mind, using the astral aura to protect his body. Only then could he continue walking downwards.    

    

At the bottom of the stone stairs was a space the size of a football field. Looking at it, there was only one thing in his eyes...    

    

Sword!    

    

Tens of thousands of swords, it was simply impossible to count the exact number of swords!    

    

Some of these swords were long, some were short, some were completely intact, some were broken in half, some were divine weapons forged from natural treasure, and some were blunt swords forged from ordinary mortal iron.    

    

These swords had different shapes, and their positions were also different. There was only one thing that was the same.    

    

It was that they were all dull and dull. This was not to say that they were rusty, but to say that these swords did not have any life force. Perhaps some people would be confused. Swords were inanimate objects, so how could they have life force?    

    

This kind of thing, of course, was not understood by ordinary people. Even the vast majority of Fighters and Warlocks did not understand. The only one who could see through it was the person who understood swords.    

    

Perhaps it was a peerless swordsman or a master swordsmith. Only they could see the life force of a sword. As for Xiao Fu, he could be considered an outstanding swordsman.    

    

In his eyes, these swords were like human corpses. Although they didn't seem to be damaged, if they were used against enemies, they would probably turn into dust the moment they were waved.    

    

To describe this place with two words, it was the Sword Tomb, the tomb of countless swords.    

    

In the Sword Tomb, everything seemed to have lost its original color and could only reveal a deathly gray color of despair. There was only one exception.    

    

It was a white-robed swordsman, the master of Xiao's Mansion, Xiao Yijue.    

    

When Xiao Fu saw the white robe, his eyes revealed a gratified expression. He bowed and said in a low voice, "Master."    

    

"Yes."    

    

Xiao Yijue did not open his eyes. He sat cross-legged in the deepest part of the Sword Tomb and said faintly," Is there anything important that requires my presence? "    

    

He was very clear that if it wasn't for something very important, Xiao Fu would absolutely not disturb his cultivation. Now that the other party had come, it meant that something troublesome must have happened that required him to leave the mountain urgently.    

    

Xiao Fu took out a letter from his pocket, raised both of his hands above his head, and said in a deep voice, "Master, the man from R Country has come out of seclusion. He has already entered the Deity Realm, and has issued a challenge to you once again."    

    

Hearing this, Xiao Yijue's eyes, which had been tightly shut, suddenly opened. At the same time, the swords in the Sword Tomb suddenly vibrated, as if they had their own life.    

    

"Good, good Ito Musashi. In the past, when the two of us fought in Peak of Mount Hua, I could only beat him by half. Today, he has advanced to the Deity Realm before me. Good, good, good, he is indeed a good opponent!"    

    

"Old master?!"    

    

When Xiao Fu heard these words, he was instantly shocked. He knew that Deity Realm was as difficult as ascending the heavens, but he firmly believed that if there was anyone in this world who could break through to the Deity Realm, it would definitely be Xiao Yijue!    

    

However, at this moment, Ito Musashi had already broken through to the Deity Realm, but Xiao Yijue didn't. Didn't this mean that the other party's potential was even greater than his master's?    

    

Seeing Xiao Fu's expression, Xiao Yijue laughed and said, "Ah Fu, what kind of expression is that? Do you think I'm afraid of a mere Ito Musashi?"    

    

After saying that, he suddenly stood up. At the same time that Xiao Yijue stood up, the dark grey color in the Sword Tomb suddenly retreated. All the swords began to glow with the luster of life.    

    

"Old, old master!"    

    

Xiao Fu trembled with excitement when he saw this scene. The owners of these swords had all died under Xiao Yijue's hands. If they had feelings for each other, they would hate him to the bone.    

    

However, the moment the old master stood up, all these swords bowed their heads. Didn't this mean that he had conquered all the swords in the Sword Tomb?    

    

Just like how Ye Chen could conquer the boundless sea water after he had the Glazed Body of the Sea King. Xiao Yijue had cultivated his Sword Dao to the extreme and could also command thousands of swords.    

    

He slowly waved his hand and the Clear Sky Sword hanging on his waist suddenly came out of its sheath. At the same time, all the swords in the Sword Tomb rose into the air and circled around Xiao Yijue.    

    

With one sword, ten thousand swords surrendered!    

    

Xiao Yijue stood with his sword in hand, and said slowly, "Ten years ago, I was able to break through to the Deity Realm, but I never stopped advancing. I wanted to use my mortal body to prove my swordsmanship."    

    

"Now, the Great Dao has been completed. Ten thousand swords have returned to the sect. I... am Sword God!"