Atop Mu Yu Tower, a striking young Daoist stood before a short poem Yun Muyu had written years ago, studying it intently.
Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, but unlike others who had studied the poem, he did not lose his composure. Instead, excitement gradually kindled in his eyes.
"Yun Muyu truly deserves his name as a Sword Immortal. Even this piece of calligraphy he left behind contains sword intent. I've understood only a fraction of it, but I'm confident my swordsmanship will improve greatly. At this year's sect competition, I'll take first place..."
He had barely reached that point when a calm voice sounded behind him. "You won't get the chance."
He turned to find a middle-aged Daoist who had appeared in the tavern at some unknown point. Holding a flask of wine, the man poured himself a drink.
"I could have killed you just now, but I disdain striking someone from behind. You've finished looking, and now you've turned around. Any last words?"
The young man went on guard. At the middle-aged Daoist's manner, the sense of danger in his heart soared wildly. "Who are you?"
"This humble Daoist is Lu Yuanzhen of the Primordial Yang Church."
Lu Yuanzhen?
The young Daoist's face changed drastically when he heard the name. "True Person Lu, you..."
"Bai Ruhui of Whitehead Island personally pursued my martial nephew to kill him. That puts me, his martial uncle, in a difficult position. I can't kill Bai Ruhui, an Earth Immortal and True Lord, but since you've done the first, don't blame this humble Daoist for doing the fifteenth!
"I'll borrow the head of a talented Whitehead Island disciple like you and show Bai Ruhui what rules are!"
Lu Yuanzhen spoke without a ripple of emotion, but the young