Xue Yiren enjoyed great prestige in the army, but he was low-key by nature. Moreover, as a member of the Xue family, he later used his connections to have himself transferred away from the front-line troops. Twenty years passed just like that, and his former fame gradually faded. His name was no longer prominent, and even fewer people in the martial world knew of him.
Fortunately, Song Qingshu had encountered him. Anyone else probably would not have known just how formidable he was, but Song Qingshu was different. Having read Gu Long's novels, he knew that Xue Yiren was absolutely comparable to Ximen Chuixue after he had reached great mastery. In the novel, a single thrust had left Chu Liuxiang, whose lightness skill was Number One Under Heaven, with no time even to dodge—and Xue Yiren had not even used his full strength.
Song Qingshu did not actually know whether the Xue Yiren before him was the same person as the one in Gu Long's novels. But judging from the move the other man had just made, this man's cultivation was absolutely no weaker than Feng Qingyang of Mount Hua back then. Dongfang Muxue had been so skilled, yet after her battle with Feng Qingyang, she had been unable to fight for ten years...
With Song Qingshu's current cultivation and discernment, he had a fairly objective judgment. In terms of the intricacy of swordsmanship, Feng Qingyang might have surpassed the Xue Yiren before him. But in terms of the purity of sword intent, Xue Yiren surpassed Feng Qingyang. After all, Feng Qingyang practiced Dugu Qiubai's swordsmanship, while Xue Yiren had created his own.
Xue Yiren slowly raised the sword in his hand, his eyes full of nostalgia and sorrow. "It has been a long time since I last drew my