Terrifying swordsman, who can stop him?

Listening to Yi Lin recount the incident where the Nameless Swordsman killed Tian Boguang, Abbess Dingyi and the others felt a sense of shock.

If it were anyone else who had died, it would be one thing, but who had died this time? It was Tian Boguang, who roamed alone for miles, a top-tier lecher renowned in the martial world for his Qinggong and survival skills.

If he had focused on escaping, even peak Minor Grandmaster experts would have had difficulty killing him, wouldn't they?

Yet, now, he heard news of his death from Yi Lin's lips, and for a moment, everyone found it hard to believe.

Abbess Dingyi looked at Yi Lin with a distant gaze and asked again, "Yi Lin, are you certain that everything you just said is true?"

Yi Lin nodded. "Master, you taught me that a person of faith does not lie. Everything I said just now is true."

Seeing Yi Lin's earnest expression, Abbess Dingyi finally chose to believe her.

The shock in her heart intensified.

She, as one of the Three Dings of Hengshan, had long ago reached the Minor Grandmaster realm in martial arts cultivation, making her a considerable expert in the martial world.

However, if she were to face Tian Boguang, she couldn't guarantee she would win.

The Nameless Swordsman who had rescued Yi Lin and Linghu Chong had, within five moves, slain the infamous lecher Tian Boguang.

How strong must that individual be? Could it be a Grandmaster-level expert?

But if they were truly a Grandmaster-level expert, their age seemed inconsistent.

According to Yi Lin, the Nameless Swordsman's age was similar to hers and Linghu Chong's.

Could someone of that age truly become a Grandmaster-level expert?

Abbess Dingyi was filled with doubts but dared not jump to conclusions.

Daoist Tianmen and Liu Zhengfeng also wore expressions of shock.

Their thoughts were similar to Abbess Dingyi's, both amazed by the Nameless Swordsman's formidable strength and his age.

Among those present, only Yue Buqun's expression was one of shifting moods, as if he were contemplating something.

"Black-clothed, short-haired, ring-pommel saber. This description is remarkably similar to the swordsman who killed Yu Canghai, as described by Lin Zhennan. Could these two be the same person?"

With this thought, Yue Buqun looked at Yi Lin and asked, "Niece Yi Lin, think carefully, did the swordsman have any other distinguishing features?"

Driven by his urgent desire to know if the swordsman who rescued Yi Lin and Linghu Chong was the same one from Fuzhou, Yue Buqun's tone carried a hint of impatience, almost an interrogation.

Faced with such a Yue Buqun, Yi Lin couldn't help but feel a bit scared, instinctively taking a step back and hiding behind Abbess Dingyi.

"Brother Yue, what is the meaning of this?" Abbess Dingyi asked, frowning at Yue Buqun.

At that moment, Yue Buqun realized he had lost his composure. He quickly offered an apologetic smile and explained, "It was my mistake. I just wanted to confirm something with Niece Yi Lin."

Then, he looked at the people present and slowly said, "When we arrived yesterday, it was already late, and there was something I forgot to tell you all."

"Oh? What did Brother Yue forget?"

"Yu Canghai is dead!" Yue Buqun uttered the news word by word.

Instantly, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

After a long while, Liu Zhengfeng and the others came back to their senses, looking at Yue Buqun in disbelief.

"Brother Yue, the Yu Canghai you speak of, is he Yu Canghai, the master of Songfeng View of the Qingcheng Sect?"

Yue Buqun nodded in confirmation. "That's him."

"This..." Everyone fell silent again.

Yu Canghai was a peer of theirs, possessing the same Minor Grandmaster cultivation level. With his formidable skills in Heart-Shattering Palm and Pine Wind Swordplay, he was considered a capable figure in the martial world. Such a person had died so quietly.

Moreover, based on Yue Buqun's demeanor, Yu Canghai's death was significant and likely not a natural one; he had probably met a violent end.

How could this not shock them?

"Brother Yue, please tell us exactly what happened." Abbess Dingyi urged.

Yue Buqun shook his head. "I don't know many details about this matter. I only know that the one who killed Yu Canghai was also a black-clothed, short-haired swordsman."

He then looked at Yi Lin. "Therefore, after hearing Niece Yi Lin describe the swordsman who saved them, I subconsciously connected the two and wanted to verify it."

Upon hearing this, everyone understood, and their expressions turned solemn.

If the swordsman who killed Yu Canghai and the one who killed Tian Boguang were the same person, then the situation was far from simple.

Within just two or three days, that swordsman had successively killed two experts at the Minor Grandmaster level.

Such a person was truly dangerous. If they couldn't get to the bottom of this, they wouldn't be able to rest easy.

"Yi Lin, you've heard it too. This matter might not be as simple as it seems. Think back again, see if you've missed any details," Abbess Dingyi asked.

Facing everyone's gaze and questioning, Yi Lin felt a surge of nervousness. "I... let me think."

As she spoke, a thoughtful expression appeared on Yi Lin's face.

"I remember, before that swordsman left, he seemed to say he was going to collect the bounty."

"That matches! Exactly!"

Upon hearing the words "bounty," Yue Buqun suddenly became agitated and exclaimed.

Daoist Tianmen, Liu Zhengfeng, and Abbess Dingyi were all startled by Yue Buqun's reaction.

Yue Buqun, the Gentleman Sword of Mount Hua, had always maintained a demeanor of a refined gentleman, as gentle as jade. When had he ever been so flustered before?

"Senior Brother Yue, what exactly has been matched?"

Yue Buqun took a deep breath, calming his restless emotions, and then said, "Back in Fuzhou, I heard from Chief Escort Lin Zhennan that he had paid ten thousand taels of silver to hire that swordsman to kill Yu Canghai."

"So, when Junior Nephew Yi Lin mentioned earlier that the swordsman who saved them both had also brought up the matter of the bounty, I deduced that these two individuals must be the same person."

Listening to Yue Buqun's account, everyone fell silent again.

For ten thousand taels of silver, he had killed Yu Canghai, and for a bounty, he had slain Tian Boguang.

Such a thing sounded somewhat fantastical.

After all, based on their estimations, that Nameless Swordsman was most likely a Grandmaster-level expert, or at the very least, a powerful Minor Grandmaster.

Would such an expert really act for mere silver and attack two other Minor Grandmasters?

As the saying goes, "poverty in scholarly pursuits, wealth in martial arts."

Martial artists, especially experts, were generally not short of money.

The people present here, though not outwardly showing it, were all quite wealthy. Liu Zhengfeng, in particular, who had established such a vast enterprise in Hengyang City, could not be simply described as rich.

Ten thousand taels of silver was not a small sum for them, but it certainly wasn't a large one either. At the very least, it was not enough to compel them to launch an assassination against a Minor Grandmaster expert.

Putting themselves in his shoes, they felt they wouldn't do it, and therefore, they naturally assumed the Nameless Swordsman wouldn't either.

If there were other reasons, it would be better.

If that person was truly just a swordsman who killed for money, the situation would be even more difficult to handle.

In the martial world, who could claim to have no enemies?

Although the individuals present were all from prestigious righteous sects, over the years of traversing the martial world, they had killed and offended quite a few people.

If the Nameless Swordsman truly killed for money, and someone were to hire him with money, who among those present could confidently say they could withstand an assassination attempt from such an expert?

Therefore, a sense of unease inexplicably settled upon everyone's hearts.