Chapter 675: Going to Mount Tai for a Duel!

At the summit of Mount Tai!
A man dressed in a brocade robe with purple and black trim sat alone on the edge of a cliff. The rocks ahead were as smooth as if cut by a blade, forming a platform-like surface. On it lay two wine cups and a blue-and-white porcelain wine bottle.
He drank alone, looking quite content.
After several months apart, this cold and taciturn man now carried a hint of weariness on his face. The highly coveted Three-Stage Divine Weapons, coveted by countless martial artists, were casually placed on the stone platform. He stared expressionlessly at the scenery beyond the cliff, pouring wine into his cup from time to time. His clothes fluttered in the strong wind, as if they might be blown off the cliff at any moment.
In the distance, many people had already arrived…
But no one dared approach.
Yesterday, someone tried to approach and speak to him. With just a simple motion of drawing and sheathing his sword, that person fell into a pool of blood before even having time to activate his defensive skills.
In that instant, many people failed to catch the movement of the “Emperor of Swords”…
His long sword remained on the stone platform, as if untouched; the Emperor of Swords himself seemed unchanged, still holding his cup. All that changed was the appearance of a sword glow in the air…
A sword glow like black lightning!
Then, the Emperor of Swords simply said coldly, “Before facing Happy in a duel, I have no objection to those who come to challenge me.” In other words, anyone who approached would be regarded as an opponent.
Good…
So since yesterday, no one has dared take another step, fearing becoming collateral damage—after all, by this point, even a single death for a somewhat famous expert is a heavy loss.
Time seemed to pass. Happy still hadn’t shown up.
Yet the “Emperor of Swords” wasn’t anxious at all. He simply waited quietly in place, calm and composed.
…
On the third day!
Happy finally arrived as promised. His robe’s hem was stained with fresh blood, seemingly just applied. Carrying a highly conspicuous black sword scabbard, he stepped steadily and calmly through the path created by the parting crowd to stand across from the “Emperor of Swords”…
“Sky Crystal?”
“Mm.”
Happy casually placed the Sky Crystal sword scabbard on the stone platform, just like the Emperor of Swords’ Three-Stage Divine Weapons.
The countless martial artists in the distance saw this and their eyes immediately burned with excitement!
What was supposed to be a life-or-death duel between two top experts turned out that even before fighting began, the two weapons had already stirred the passion of everyone who came to watch this peak confrontation to a boiling point.

The divine weapon in the hands of Emperor Yi was named “Sword Seven.” Not long ago, it suddenly made it to the list of divine weapons, surpassing many first-class weapons of the fourth tier. With its status as a top-tier divine weapon of the third tier, it far exceeded countless other famous weapons, ordinary divine weapons, and demonic weapons, becoming the top item on the list!
In the market, many renowned merchants estimated its value at: one billion taels of gold! Worth hundreds of millions of RMB. Although it seemed exaggerated, given that there were fewer than five top-tier divine weapons in the martial world at that time, this figure wasn’t particularly outrageous—many lucky ones didn’t even dare to forge divine weapons, let alone take three consecutive risks.
The moment Happy removed the Celestial Crystal Sword Scabbard, Emperor Yi also seemed extremely curious about it. Seeing Happy deliberately pour himself a drink and drink it down, admitting ownership of the scabbard, a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes. “Rumors in the martial world say that the ancient divine weapon ‘Celestial Crystal’ is the most sacred among divine weapons, possessing its own sword spirit. Among today’s divine weapons, only the demonic weapon ‘Tiger Soul’ can compare to it. I wonder if I could see it?”
“Whatever,” Happy replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. Under Emperor Yi’s surprised gaze, he explained, “Actually, I’ve only seen it from afar. It’s very deadly. I’ve carried it for three days without even opening it to take a look…”
“Then better not,” Emperor Yi said, his expression turning serious. He knew quite a bit about divine weapons. Obtaining a top-tier divine weapon was already extremely difficult. If it was truly as rumored—so powerful that even experts at the mythic level couldn’t subdue it, and Happy didn’t even dare to open the scabbard—then this Celestial Crystal probably wasn’t that impressive.
“What plans do you have for this troublesome asset?”
He downed the third glass in one gulp. Happy put down the glass and replied bitterly and helplessly, “We’ll discuss it once I reach the Liberation Realm.”
“Can’t it be put in the Cosmic Bag?” Emperor Yi asked suddenly, as if having an epiphany.
Happy looked utterly helpless. “It says I can’t put it in the Cosmic Bag for ten days. I can’t log off for more than twelve hours a day, and it drops immediately if I die. I’m already fed up with it.” Yet his tone didn’t show any emotion.
Emperor Yi remained silent, naturally understanding. Surely, many people had coveted the Celestial Crystal along the way!
“As for our duel…” Emperor Yi had been full of confidence, but now, seeing Happy carrying such a burden, he frowned.
“It’s fine,” Happy said without hesitation. “Just leave it here. Whoever wants it, let them take it.” Hearing Happy’s carefree reply, Emperor Yi was momentarily stunned, but soon understood.

Happy had a good relationship with Yi Di. With Tianji Inkstone around, tracking down the Tianjing wasn’t difficult at all. The person who took the Tianjing had to stay in the martial world within ten days and couldn’t hide—could they escape the surveillance of the Mu family?

Thinking this way, Yi Di became relieved.

After several rounds of drinking, both of them’s faces turned red, and they spoke more freely.

“How many swords have you mastered so far?”

“One question at a time. Let me answer first: seven swords. I seem to have hit a bottleneck with the eighth sword. No one below the Mythical realm can stimulate me to master it. That’s why I came here early, hoping to learn the eighth sword from you!” After a pause, Yi Di added, “Do you know why I named my sword ‘Sword Seven’? It’s for this reason! If I can master the eighth sword in our duel, this sword will be yours.”

He said this with great sincerity.

Happy immediately became serious.

He understood.

Yi Di’s words meant a high evaluation of him.

His sixth sword was mastered through life-and-death struggle against Linghu Chong. Now, Yi Di hoped to master the eighth sword from him—clearly, his expectations for him were high!

“Your sword is very valuable. For your divine weapon, I’ll work hard.”

“Me too,” said Yi Di, smiling as he glanced at the Tianjing lying nearby. “What you just said made me suddenly interested in the Tianjing. If I win, I’ll definitely open it and take a look.”

Hearing this, Happy laughed heartily. “Haha, great! You can take it without any problem… It’s your turn to ask. What do you want to know?”

“During the Battle of Hantian Fort, did you ever confront a master at the Mythical realm head-on?”

“No. Otherwise, would you be seeing me standing right in front of you?”

Yi Di seemed relieved and laughed humorously. “That’s good. Otherwise, I wouldn’t fight you in this battle and would just admit defeat.”