The martial world.
Many people spent their entire lives fighting for fame and fortune.
Since ancient times, countless powerful figures had died for their reputations.
But to Jiang Jingnian, all the empty fame he had recently gained, all the clamor outside, was merely passing clouds and smoke.
Say a thousand things, say ten thousand.
In the final reckoning.
He still had to improve his own strength.
Inside the top-floor suite of the Vickery Grand Hotel.
In a study wreathed in sandalwood incense.
The Withering and Flourishing Martial Saint's disciple, Xu Shangqing, a peerless prodigy of the previous generation... overshadowed newly advanced Grandmasters Jiang Jingnian, Tong Shaoxuan, and Jiang Nianci? His fame shook the southern sects?
...The Minor Overlords of the martial world in Qing and Tuo provinces suffered a devastating blow and withdrew from the arena to enter seclusion, attempting to set foot on the Grandmaster Path?
These newspapers really would print anything for a sensational headline. Even the major papers were no exception!
Tong Shaoxuan did lose to this man, but Jiang Nianci and I didn't seem to have even met this Xu fellow, did we?
And Tong Shaoxuan had concealed his brilliance for years before descending the mountain to test his sword against the heroes of the world. He defeated countless prodigies and enjoyed boundless acclaim, only one step away from forming a True Astral Divine Ability. Later, he drew an external Grandmaster tribulation upon himself and was forced onto the Grandmaster Path, but surely he couldn't have become this pathetic?
Could the Life-Slaying Sword's destruction have caused a problem with his martial arts...
After reading several recent newspapers, Jiang Jingnian wore a speechless expression and casually tossed them onto the desk before him.
At this Southern Martial Gathering, the newly advanced Grandmasters who had appeared publicly, including