River Stream Sword Intent!

Half-Day Leisure was the largest inn in Hun City.

As the saying went, "Steal half a day of leisure from this fleeting life; the finest taste in the human world is peaceful joy."

No matter how busy or weary one was outside, once one entered this inn, one could find peace and leisure. That was the service creed of Half-Day Leisure Inn.

For someone like the man in white to directly draw his sword against another was something that had never happened since the inn's founding.

For Half-Day Leisure Inn's first guest had been the Xunyang Marquis.

No blades or weapons were permitted in Half-Day Leisure Inn. Though it was merely an unwritten rule, once enough people followed it, it became a rule in its own right. Even those who came later without knowing the reason followed local customs, and no one had ever broken it.

In truth, Half-Day Leisure Inn had no great backing. Encountering such a matter for the first time, it was no different from any ordinary inn and had no idea how to deal with it.

The innkeeper could only instruct the waiters to report the matter to the Garrison Headquarters on one hand and to Xunyang Marquis Manor on the other.

Jiang Wang had never imagined that when something happened at Half-Day Leisure Inn, they would actually come looking for him.

Watching the waiter's frantic, panicked plea for help, Jiang Wang secretly clicked his tongue.

So the clown was me?

He had intended to refuse.

But the Old Butler quietly told him that Half-Day Leisure Inn could barely be considered an asset of Xunyang Marquis Manor. When the inn had first been established, the Marquis had contributed money for its furnishings. And because of the Marquis's connections, the Garrison Headquarters had looked after the inn, allowing its business to flourish.

Though the manor was not Half-Day Leisure Inn's true owner, it received income from it every year.

If they allowed the inn's rules to be broken and its business to suffer as a result, the marquis manor's losses would be impossible to measure.

The words of refusal Jiang Wang had wanted to say were forcibly swallowed back down.

So this was why Xunyang Marquis Manor was so rich.

No matter what, he could not pick a fight with money.

Jiang Wang gritted his teeth and summoned the Green-robed Cultivator and White-robed Cultivator, ordering them to make a trip to Half-Day Leisure Inn.

Outside the marquis manor, Du Yanruo, who had watched the two green-robed cultivators leave before hiding herself away, was deeply puzzled.

She had planned to seize the chance to rescue her father and younger brother when Xie Wuxing came to trouble Jiang Wang. Why was there not the slightest commotion in the marquis manor?

Could Xie Wuxing have been subdued in a single exchange?

He could not be that useless, could he?

She crouched in the shadows until her waist ached and her back hurt. Just as she hesitated over whether to leave first, she saw the Green-robed Cultivator and White-robed Cultivator return.

Xie Wuxing was following behind them.

Half-Day Leisure Inn was on Pinglan Street. By the time they arrived, the two sides had just cleared up their misunderstanding and had not actually come to blows.

Moreover, after the temple fair ended, the Garrison Headquarters officers patrolling the streets had arrived at the inn first. Having learned the truth, Xie Wuxing was both ashamed and filled with burning rage.

Jiang Wang reclined in a wicker chair in the courtyard, looking at the remarkably identical expressions on the man in white and Shu Ni's faces. Ning Shisi still looked completely at a loss, and Jiang Wang secretly felt a headache coming on.

"So you are Jiang Wang. You actually deceived me!"

Xie Wuxing had now deeply understood the character of Jiang the Tyrant. Had the Garrison Office officers not arrived in time, he might have harmed innocent people. If word of this spread, he would lose face beyond all saving.

When his senior brothers had descended the mountain for the first time, every one of them had returned laden with success, their tales of vanquishing demons and exterminating evil told with vivid brilliance. Yet Xie Wuxing had been toyed with by a tyrant, thoroughly disgracing his sect.

Jiang Wang smiled and said, "It was just a joke. Why take it seriously? It also happened to teach you how treacherous the martial world is. Do not trust just anyone. As the saying goes, suffer a setback and gain wisdom. I was acting with painstaking good intentions—you ought to thank me properly."

Xie Wuxing angrily said, "Stop twisting words and forcing reason!"

Shu Ni immediately followed with an angry cry, "Even if you wanted to deceive someone, why drag us into it? You could have said anything, yet you specifically named Half-Day Leisure Inn. You clearly did it on purpose!"

Jiang Wang had not expected to provoke public outrage.

I am the wronged one here too.

He had mentioned Half-Day Leisure Inn offhand. How could he have thought that much about it?

Could he just let someone pick the flower for free?

Thinking of this, Jiang Wang also angrily said, "If this fellow had not harbored filthy thoughts and tried to violate my innocence, why would I have deceived him? I am the most aggrieved one here, all right? What are you yelling for!"

Shu Ni froze.

Ning Shisi was shocked.

The Green-robed Cultivator and White-robed Cultivator were also left dumbfounded. They immediately stepped in front of Jiang Wang, staring at Xie Wuxing with faces full of vigilance.

Who would have thought? This man looked refined and fair, but he was actually such a vile fiend!

Even if Mr. Jiang was good-looking, he could not harbor such thoughts!

Xie Wuxing was so enraged that he laughed.

He had truly never seen anyone so brazen and shameless.

He had actually come up with such an excuse.

Did Jiang Wang take everyone for fools?

He looked at the others.

What?

You all believed him?

Ning Shisi hid far away.

Shu Ni looked at Xie Wuxing with utter disgust. This truly broadened her horizons.

Xie Wuxing immediately flew into shame and rage.

But rather than looking for a crack in the ground to crawl into, he directly drew his sword.

Sword intent surged with chilling majesty!

The Green-robed Cultivator nearly dropped to his knees.

The White-robed Cultivator said in shock, "River Stream Sword Intent!"

Xie Wuxing coldly said, "You do have some knowledge, to recognize this sword intent."

Ning Shisi also said in surprise, "Rumor has it that River Stream Sword Intent was the Sword God's signature ultimate art. With a single sword strike, he once made the Sea of No Return flow backward. Among Sui Kingdom's swordsmen, none surpassed him. You are actually a successor of the Sword Pavilion?!"

The two green-robed cultivators were terrified. A true Sword Pavilion disciple had appeared!

Anyone able to cultivate River Stream Sword Intent had to be a direct disciple of the Sword God. Compared to the Qingxuan Bureau, the Sword Pavilion, which suppressed all of Kutan, was the most revered by Kutan cultivators.

They feared the Qingxuan Bureau, but toward the Sword Pavilion, they held supreme reverence.

Jiang Wang curled his lip. "So what if you are a Sword Pavilion disciple? Does being a Sword Pavilion disciple mean you can pick flowers at will?"

The entire scene instantly fell silent.

That was right.

If a Sword Pavilion disciple had such a penchant, it would be tantamount to slapping the Sword God in the face.

Though the vice of severed sleeves was not uncommon, coming from the Sword Pavilion made it difficult to speak of and even uglier to hear.

They only hated themselves for being here. If this matter spread, the few people who knew the truth would likely be unable to clear themselves even with a hundred mouths, needlessly offending the Sword Pavilion.

Xie Wuxing's face turned the color of fermented bean paste. His eyes were wide as he stared fixedly at Jiang Wang and said through clenched teeth, "To humiliate me like this—you are truly hateful!"

River Stream Sword Intent suddenly turned wild, directly pressing the two green-robed cultivators to their knees. Had Ning Shisi not stood in front of Shu Ni, she too would likely have been left in a sorry state.

Ning Shisi was a martial artist, and his cultivation was not low. He endured through sheer physical strength, but he could do no more than that. His whole body stiffened, blood rushed into his face, and veins bulged across his skin. He seemed on the verge of bursting apart the next instant.

Jiang Wang's hair flew wildly, and even the wicker chair showed signs of lifting into the air. If that sword intent had not been so powerful that it instantly caused the Divine Kingdom to emerge from his mind, he too would likely have made a complete fool of himself.

He pressed both hands onto the wicker chair, and everything returned to calm.

Judging from sword intent alone, Xie Wuxing was even far stronger than Tan Lao Liu.

Jiang Wang could feel a faint stinging pain on his face.

This was the first time such a thing had happened after the Divine Kingdom's power emerged.

Was Xie Wuxing simply too strong, or was it because of River Stream Sword Intent?

The Night Roaming God's voice emerged. "How did you provoke such a powerful enemy in the time it took me to sleep?"

Jiang Wang asked inwardly, "You think he is strong too?"

The Night Roaming God said, "He is indeed not weak, but what is truly formidable is this sword intent. He has clearly learned only the outer skin of it. If it were complete sword intent, even at the height of my strength, I fear I would find it difficult to withstand."

Jiang Wang recalled Ning Shisi's words. River Stream Sword Intent was that Sword God's ultimate art. A disciple who had merely learned its outer skin was already so terrifying. If the Sword God himself drew his sword, what kind of sight would that be?

This human world really was dangerous!

Jiang Wang was quite glad that he had not become too arrogant after all. There were many great figures in this world who could kill him as easily as turning over a hand, but this only deepened his desire to grow stronger.

The Night Roaming God said, "If there is nothing else, I am going back to sleep. Watch yourself."

Jiang Wang frowned tightly.

Xie Wuxing truly seemed to be a troublesome fellow.

He lightly waved at the Green-robed Cultivator and White-robed Cultivator, and the sword intent's suppression quietly vanished. "You should fix that habit of dropping to your knees at every turn."

The two green-robed cultivators felt deeply ashamed. They had not wanted to kneel either, but their opponent had simply been too powerful.

Then a thought suddenly struck them. Could there be some deeper meaning in Mr. Jiang's words?

Was he trying to guide the two of them?

Only by becoming stronger could they change such a situation!

They immediately became somewhat excited.

Jiang Wang glanced at them in bafflement. Was being pressed directly to one's knees somehow a good thing? What were they so happy about?

"Mr... Mr. Jiang, I cannot hold on anymore!"

Ning Shisi's face had already turned purple from holding his breath.

Jiang Wang waved his hand again, and Ning Shisi dropped onto the ground with a thump. He gulped in air, feeling an indescribable lightness and joy throughout his body.

Though Ning Shisi had shielded Shu Ni, she had not been entirely unaffected. Now that the pressure had suddenly dissipated, she looked at Jiang Wang with deep uncertainty.

"What did you do?" Xie Wuxing was greatly shocked.

Jiang Wang smiled and said, "Even if you have that sort of preference, it is a pity you picked the wrong person. I am very straight, and I am very strong. I am not discriminating against you, but if you truly cannot hold it in, go find someone of like mind. If you dare set your sights on me, I will definitely beat you to death."

Xie Wuxing was beside himself with anger. So this matter was never going to end, was it?

He could not be bothered to explain any further and directly attacked with his sword.

River Stream Sword Intent instantly became even more powerful.

The wicker chair creaked before shattering apart in an instant.

Jiang Wang nearly fell flat on his backside.

Two wicker chairs had already been destroyed in recent days. If a few more were ruined, he would have no wicker chairs left to lie on.

Jiang Wang was very angry.

The Long Night Saber left its sheath, and the entire night sky seemed to deepen.

Seeing this, Xie Wuxing said, "Let me see how capable you really are."

He stepped forward, and his sword tip was already before Jiang Wang's eyes.

The Long Night Saber slashed out as casually as ever.

But when saber and sword collided, neither gained the upper hand.

Xie Wuxing shifted to gripping his sword with both hands. His sword intent passed through Jiang Wang, piercing straight through the house behind him as rolling smoke rose up.

The Old Butler and Xiaoyu soon appeared one after the other.

Jiang Wang's robes snapped in the wind. Feeling the sting on his face, he narrowed his eyes slightly and held his saber horizontally before him. With a bang, Xie Wuxing was smacked into the air, but he immediately circled to Jiang Wang's side in an instant. His sword slashed upward from below. The Long Night Saber intercepted it in time, and the two weapons collided again.

A fierce gale swept through the courtyard. Apart from the Old Butler, everyone else was forced back several steps, and the entire courtyard was left in utter ruin.

Jiang Wang lowered his head to look at his slightly trembling hand. He had truly encountered a powerful enemy.