Chapter 778: Sword Drawing Technique

Without using internal energy, without any sword glow, not even a whisper of wind—the young man’s sword, like a brilliantly blooming snowflake, pressed against the throat of the Emperor!
In that instant, the alley was utterly silent!
Everyone held their breath, staring in shock at what they saw…
The Emperor, threatened by a sword.
No one could see how the young man drew his sword—no trace of murderous intent, no discernible motion, as if the sword had always been there!
The Emperor’s narrowed pupils gradually relaxed…
“Such a fast sword.”
After a long while, he uttered these four words, then, under the gaze of countless martial artists, turned and left.
He had lost!
He had come to witness Ximen Chuixue’s sword skills and to understand the mysteries of the Ninth Sword…
But what he hadn’t expected was that a disciple of Ximen Chuixue’s could wield a sword so terrifyingly well! Truly one of the most godlike swordsmen in legend!
Snowflake!
As the Emperor turned to leave, the image of that instantly blooming snowflake lingered in his mind—unmatched purity and sanctity, yet containing a completely different kind of will!
Ximen Chuixue’s sword intent…
“…”
The young man seemed to have done something utterly trivial. He tilted his head slightly, sheathed his sword, glanced briefly at the stunned martial artists in the alley, stepped back two steps, and closed the gate.
With the gate shut, the courtyard seemed once again distant and isolated from the world…
In the alley, the stunned martial artists slowly exhaled in relief, turning their stiff necks to look at each other, their shock evident in their eyes.
Such a fast sword!
Such a steady heart!
The Emperor…
had lost to a unknown young boy.
“Am I dreaming?”
“Hit me to prove it.”
Chatter in the alley grew louder. As people finally accepted this fact, countless white pigeons took to the sky, swiftly spreading the news across the entire Central Plains.
The Emperor lost in just one move to a mysterious young man!
Ximen Chuixue’s sword drawing technique!
Who was this mysterious young man who had inherited his legacy?
The martial world was in shock! The internet was in shock!
The once legendary figure, who stood atop the rankings with his undefeated and proud swordsmanship, the invincible “Emperor,” had been defeated by an unknown young boy.
…

“Ximen Chuixue and Yan Shisan are both peerless swordsmen from Gu Long’s novels. Yan Shisan nearly defeated the Sword God Xie Xiaofeng with his ‘Thirteen Deadly Swords,’ while Ximen Chuixue made a living with the sword—sincere in his use of the sword and in his character, practicing a single sword technique for ten years… Drawing the sword, killing, spilling blood… reaching a state beyond the sword.”
“It seems another new face will soon appear on the Dragon List…”
“Mm.”
“At times like these… tsk tsk…”
In the martial world, as people discussed fervently, hidden turmoil brewed…
…
That day, countless martial artists gathered outside Ximen Chuixue’s courtyard, once again hearing the sound of the sword being drawn, day after day, cutting through the air…
Bosses of various factions in the capital all showed up, standing outside and loudly asking the young man inside to come out and join their factions, offering tempting promises.
Starting with full set equipment of level 4, the offers gradually rose to tens of millions in silver, with each wave exceeding the last. Countless people bid, hoping to secure this newly risen strong young man as a member.
Yet!
Their actions didn’t disrupt the rhythm of the sword being drawn inside the courtyard at all.
It continued methodically—drawing the sword…
The sound of the sword! Clear and melodious!
“Damn it.”
“This kid must be some unknown ordinary player. How can he stay so calm?”
“That’s right. With offers this high—rumor has it the Giant Whale Gang is even offering the position of vice boss and a low-grade divine weapon of level 3—to scare away many factions, yet this kid still remains silent…”
“What can we do? His sword is so fast that not even an emperor has time to react. Such a master must have great ambitions!”
“Just wait. The big-name factions haven’t even shown up yet.”
“He’s coming!”
As they spoke, a group of imposing men and women approached from afar. Wherever they passed, the masters of various factions nervously made way: “Tsk! Marquis of Asuras, Night Rain Asura… Tsk tsk, the leader of the Asura Sect, one of the top ten on the Dragon List. He wasn’t in the capital, but he arrived quickly! And he’s coming in person—seems determined to succeed…”
“I wonder what price Marquis of Asuras will bid.”
Amid the chatter, Night Rain Asura, striding with confidence, arrived at the steps of the gate with a steady gaze.
Someone quickly stepped out of the crowd and whispered in Night Rain Asura’s ear. He nodded.
“Great.”
“Someone’s even collecting our bids on the spot.”
Many faction bosses in the crowd sensed something strange and frowned secretly.
At that moment, another middle-aged man stepped forward loudly, fanning himself with a folding fan, exuding an air of charm and elegance:

“Brother Asura, I didn’t expect you to be interested in Ximen Chuixue’s disciple as well. Haha… I wonder what price the Asura Sect will offer to recruit this young master…”
“It turns out to be the leader of the Qinghe Gang. I’m not here to poach talents but to seek advice.” Yuye Asura glanced over briefly before turning away, ignoring the chatter of the crowd behind him. He bowed deeply and declared loudly, “Asura Sect, Yuye Asura, comes to seek guidance. I hope the senior from Ximen will send out a disciple to teach me swordsmanship.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of swords in the courtyard suddenly ceased!
The martial artists gathered in the alley were shocked.
They had shouted for a long time without any response, but Yuye Asura’s call immediately elicited a reaction from inside.
Many gang leaders’ expressions turned grim.
The invisible gap revealed made them feel inferior!
Well, indeed, a reply from inside came:
“During the sword fight with ‘The Emperor’ earlier, my master already taught me that our swordsmanship must be tempered with blood. Drawing a sword is to drink blood; refining the sword is to kill people—not to wave it around. You’d better go back.”
The people outside exchanged puzzled looks.
Yuye Asura also showed a serious expression!
Everyone present could tell that the young man meant that if they drew their swords now, it wouldn’t be for guidance but for killing!
…
At the same time, Kai Xin, who had come down from Tianshan, heard the news on his way back to Jiangnan that The Emperor was no match for Ximen Chuixue’s disciple, and he furrowed his brows deeply…
Swordsmanship…
Ximen Chuixue?
A young disciple?
This news surprised Kai Xin twice.
The strength of The Emperor was similar to that in his past life, but The Emperor easily disrupted the duel between Ximen Chuixue’s disciple and Ye Gucheng’s disciple, Zijin, killing both and solidifying his title as an invincible warrior.
It seems the butterfly effect had changed everything…
Not only had it delayed the emergence of Ximen Chuixue’s successor, but it had also changed Ximen Chuixue’s standards for taking disciples—the guy in his past life didn’t look like a young man and wasn’t that powerful.
While worried, Kai Xin noticed another piece of information closely related to him…
“It turns out Ximen Chuixue has gone to the capital.” This news surprised Kai Xin somewhat; he didn’t expect he would need to head to the capital again for this task.