Zhang Song challenged the Demon-Suppressing Pass to a contest of swords.
The news spread through the Demon-Suppressing Pass like a thunderclap. Before long, the entire Nine Provinces would probably know about it.
In fact, before this happened,
they had never even heard of anyone named Zhang Song in the Nine Provinces.
As for his reason for issuing the challenge, that was even more outlandish.
It was said that he had challenged them on someone else's behalf.
The master who had taught him swordsmanship had died at the Demon-Suppressing Pass. Because someone had framed him, his sword had never entered the Sword Pavilion.
Zhang Song had gathered evidence and spent more than twenty years running from place to place, all to no avail.
In the end, left with no other choice, he had challenged the Demon-Suppressing Pass.
He had paid with his life.
Storytellers rather liked this tale.
Heroes and beauties, settling love and grudges with abandon.
Zhang Song's body was placed on the city wall, awaiting someone to claim it.
That day, almost every cultivator at the Demon-Suppressing Pass who knew about the matter came to look.
Some secretly regretted his death, some gloated over his misfortune, some seethed with indignation, and some quietly grieved...
A man wearing a bamboo hat led an ox onto the city wall.
Li Ping'an had heard the news and thought he could not leave Zhang Song's body here for everyone to gawk at.
So he came. Everyone watched the scene in silence.
Li Ping'an walked up to Zhang Song.
Zhang Song was wearing the handsome outfit he had borrowed money from him to buy.
He had said that he was going to stir up trouble, so naturally he had to dress decently. He could not disgrace himself.
Li Ping'an could not help smiling, then