Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 6265: I Heard There’s an Immortal in the North Sea

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jian Wushuang did not agree directly and used Wang Lun to dodge the question.

“Wang Helmsman!” Wu Xing murmured, his tone somewhat strange when calling Wang Lun’s name.

If an ordinary person were to listen, they would definitely sense something off.

He was practically saying it directly.

What was Wang Lun to him?

Wouldn’t it be more satisfying to kill and establish himself as king, rather than working under a small-time crook?

But Wu Xing was smart; he didn’t say it outright but hinted subtly instead.

He started talking about the ranking order of Qingshui Mountain.

“Brother Wushuang, you are a man of both literary and martial talents. Even in our Qingshui Mountain, you have the demeanor of a mountain lord. Moreover, my brother has always trusted people without a doubt, and those capable always have more work without a second word. To be honest, we currently lack someone like you in Qingshui Mountain, and the position of deputy mountain lord has been vacant for a long time!”

Jian Wushuang feigned interest and said, “Really? That’s not what I heard. Everyone in Binhai County knows that Qingshui Mountain has no shortage of capable heroes, how could they lack talent!”

Such probing and temptation were of little use to him.

An ordinary person might be tempted at this moment and, even if they didn’t join Qingshui Mountain, would at least get rid of Wang Lun.

But Jian Wushuang wouldn’t do that.

Who the boss was didn’t matter to him; what mattered were the chips in his hand.

The meal was rich in flavor.

Aside from trying to win him over, they also discussed their worldview.

Although there were some conspiracies at the beginning, they ended up chatting like kindred spirits.

From the situation in Jiang Country, they talked about the structure of this world.

Before drinking, they were just a bunch of petty thieves in Binhai County, Jiang Country.

But after drinking, the entire South Seven Countries were nothing to them.

Their conversation extended to the other side of the sea.

The prosperous Tang Dynasty!

That was the pinnacle of a nation.

Having finally met a well-read and talented person, Jian Wushuang asked many questions about how vast this world was.

He only knew that the Tang Dynasty was large.

But he didn’t know more details.

Wu Xing not only understood geography but also knew astronomy.

After hearing his words, he pondered for a while and, after a slight pause, said, “Don’t laugh, what I say might be subjective, but besides these scattered continents, I guess there is definitely a supercontinent deep in the ocean, and on that continent, there are definitely the rumored immortals!”

“Immortals?” Jian Wushuang’s eyes widened.

Even though it was just speculation, he wanted to hear more about such things.

“That’s right. I studied under Yannan Mountain. My master once had the fortune to travel to the South Sea Immortal Island. It was called an immortal island because there were some Daoist priests on the island. However, one of the islands did have a Qi cultivator who could control a sword with Qi. It was extremely mysterious. It was said that he learned his immortal techniques from that supercontinent!” Wu Xing spoke eloquently.

Jian Wushuang asked a few more questions.

Unfortunately, it was all based on his master’s early experiences, which had now turned to dust, at least a whole cycle of 60 years ago.

It was impossible to find it now.

But this gave Jian Wushuang confidence.

It showed that there were indeed immortals in this world.

Although he didn’t know how strong they were, as long as he could cultivate, it was enough.

From these fragmentary pieces of information, Jian Wushuang also found a clue.

That was, all these rumors were related to Qi cultivation.

Whether it was the Qi cultivators of the Tang Dynasty, the Qi cultivators of the Immortal Island, or the Qigong of King Xiaoliang.

It seemed that everything was related to energy.

This was different from the cultivation systems in the outside world.

But there were still traces to follow.

He had been to many worlds and could even create worlds, forging new cultivation systems.

Night fell.

He arranged for Wu Xing and the other to stay at an inn, as they had to leave early the next morning.

He decided to stay at the inn himself.

In the room.

Without a trace of sleepiness, he came to the window, gazing at the bright moon, his mind filled with thoughts.

He wasn’t thinking about the day’s events but pondering over this world.

When he first entered, demons surrounded him, desperately trying to escape.

He remembered that beneath the black fog was a vast ocean.

Initially, he thought that ocean was where they had come from.

But now he no longer thought so.

This world couldn’t contain those demons.

Back then, the monsters in the black fog were all incredibly powerful, reaching the level of Universe Gods, with some even at the six-star Universe God level.

Such powerful beings could shatter his current world with a single move.

“This world is probably a multiverse, with an upper and lower realm, and this place is most likely the lower realm!” Jian Wushuang sighed inwardly.

If that was the case, it would be even harder for him to leave.

He had been brought here, his consciousness cut off.

He didn’t know how long it would take for someone to discover him.

Although Huiqing and the others often contacted him, the intervals were too long for his current mortal body.

The last contact was a hundred thousand epochs ago.

If he had to wait another hundred thousand epochs, he didn’t know how many times he would reincarnate.

Even if he contacted them early and they discovered his isolated consciousness and came to rescue him, where would they start?

Finding the Realm King or even the Great Realm King might be useless.

His true strength in the outside world, at his peak, was stronger than the Realm King God.

He could be considered the number one person under spacetime.

Even he could be isolated.

This world was far from simple.

Moreover, the girl named Xing Luo carried the aura of Wanliu.

Her name had the word “star,” reminding him of Star Spirit.

The Wanliu Divine Tree had been taken away long ago.

Yet its aura appeared in this world.

Jian Wushuang couldn’t figure it out and fell into a deep sleep on the reclining chair.

In his dream.

He saw that figure again.

Facing away from him.

This time he was calm, just watching.

Suddenly, a name appeared in his mind.

“Prophet!!!”

Just as he remembered this name, he was awakened by someone.

Jian Wushuang felt a bit helpless, shaking his head, trying to reconnect his consciousness to that scene, but it didn’t reappear in his mind. He even muttered “Prophet” a few times to himself.

The surrounding world remained unchanged.

In the end, he gave up.

Outside the door, Xiang Yang knocked a few times, and seeing no response, he pushed the door open.

“We’re rich, this time we’ve hit it big!”

Xiang Yang strode into the room, holding a cloth bag.

Clatter!

He poured out the contents of the bag, revealing gold and silver jewels.

But Jian Wushuang didn’t care at all; he was still brooding over the dream.

Xiang Yang lowered his voice and said, “This is just a small part. I exchanged the silver notes this time, and on the way, I robbed ten carts worth ten thousand taels!”

“Oh!” Jian Wushuang still didn’t care, merely giving a slight response.

This puzzled Xiang Yang, who asked in surprise, “What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you curious whose hands I took all this money from?”

“Who?” Jian Wushuang asked cooperatively.

“Qingshui Mountain!”

Upon hearing this, he immediately widened his eyes in astonishment, “What did you say, this is from Qingshui Mountain?”

“No, no, it’s that Qingshui Mountain didn’t get it; I intercepted it!” Xiang Yang said proudly, “You don’t know, I only had a dozen men with me, and we snatched the food from the tiger’s mouth…”