Eccentric people with eccentric habits were hardly rare, and Xue Zihou did not mind them. Yet this old farmer-like man possessed martial arts enough to rival, perhaps even surpass, his own father's. That was something he could not ignore.
What Xue Zihou knew of him had mostly come from his father, the Purple Lightning Saber Lord, and from his mother's side.
According to the two elders, this old farmer-like figure was not a rogue cultivator, but a supreme expert from the Hidden Sword Palace. His cultivation had long since reached the transcendent realm of no sword and no self. Even within the Hidden Sword Palace, he ranked among the very best, and had once been expected to take charge of that Sacred Land of swordsmanship.
Yet he had encountered another fortuitous opportunity and accidentally obtained a peerless divine art. For reasons unknown, he crippled his own sword cultivation and switched to this divine art instead, creating a rift with the Hidden Sword Palace. He subsequently left and settled here in Yanzhou, the territory of the Divine Saber Hall, to avoid being found by the Hidden Sword Palace.
After all, the Divine Saber Hall and the Hidden Sword Palace were old rivals. Kings did not meet kings; unless necessary, both sides generally made a point of avoiding each other's territory.
As for the old farmer, it was not that he feared the Hidden Sword Palace causing him trouble. When he had left the Hidden Sword Palace, there had been no life-and-death battle, no blood feud between them. It had simply been a dispute of differing ideals.
Though the old farmer had crippled his sword cultivation and turned to this mysterious peerless divine art, in the Purple Lightning Saber Lord's eyes, his martial arts had not retreated but advanced.
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