Chapter 291: Your Opponent Is Not Me

The Fifteenth Sword? There is still a Fifteenth Sword after his Swordsmanship?

“The Fifteenth Sword?” Yan Shisan said blankly.

Yu Xian’s lips curled up, “It seems you have already grasped the Fourteenth Sword, but unfortunately, you are not worthy of me drawing my sword.”

“Hmph! Whether you are worthy or not is not for you to decide!” Yan Shisan was extremely annoyed by Yu Xian’s condescending attitude, so he directly drew his sword and attacked Yu Xian.

Yu Xian said he was not worthy to draw his sword, so he would force Yu Xian to draw his sword! He could be underestimated, but his sword could not be looked down upon!

However, before Yan Shisan could get close to Yu Xian, he was forcibly stopped mid-stride by an immense pressure descending from the sky, rendering him unable to move. He looked at Yu Xian in disbelief. Yu Xian hadn’t moved at all, yet he knew this oppressive aura was released by Yu Xian!

Yu Xian’s cultivation was far beyond his imagination!

He still wanted to force Yu Xian to draw his sword, but now he didn’t even have the ability to walk up to the man! How could he speak of drawing his sword! Yan Shisan was deeply struck!

He thought his sword was sharp enough, but he never expected he was actually so poor.

Yu Xian smiled slightly, increasing the pressure he exerted, directly forcing Yan Shisan to kneel on the ground. The sword in his hand stabbed straight into the ground. Yan Shisan desperately held onto his long sword, fighting with all his might to keep himself from collapsing.

“How is it? Do you feel you are worthy of me drawing my sword now?” Yu Xian asked, looking at the struggling Yan Shisan.

Yan Shisan did not answer; he didn’t have the strength to answer.

The answer was already obvious.

Just as Yan Shisan was about to give way, Yu Xian dispersed the pressure and looked at Yan Shisan with a smile.

The moment the pressure vanished, Yan Shisan collapsed, drenched in sweat. It was too terrifying! He couldn’t even withstand the mere pressure. What Realm was Yu Xian at? Forget the Fifteenth Sword, even the Sixteenth or Seventeenth Sword might not be Yu Xian’s match.

Yu Xian looked at Yan Shisan’s state, seeming to have been greatly struck. Could such a Yan Shisan still comprehend the Fifteenth Sword?

Would his Dao Heart already be shattered?

However, whether he comprehended it or not didn’t matter, because once the Fifteenth Sword appeared, he would commit suicide, preventing the Fifteenth Sword from existing in the world.

If Yan Shisan failed to grasp it later, he would essentially have saved Yan Shisan’s life.

But thinking that Yan Shisan was a martyr who pursued the Dao of the Sword above life, he still said one sentence to Yan Shisan: “Your opponent is not me.”

After Yu Xian finished speaking, he walked past Yan Shisan with Murong Qiudi.

Hearing this, Yan Shisan couldn’t help but be stunned, then he clenched his fist tightly. He understood that he was not yet a match for Yu Xian.

Yu Xian and Murong Qiudi walked in the direction of the Murong Family.

“Was it you who helped him comprehend that Fourteenth Sword?” Yu Xian asked.

Upon hearing this, Murong Qiudi trembled all over and stopped in her tracks, unsure how to answer Yu Xian.

“Husband, I…” Murong Qiudi hesitated to speak.

“Hmm? What’s wrong? I have no intention of pursuing it. Back then, you told Yan Shisan the flaw in Xie Xiaofeng’s Swordsmanship in order to take revenge on Xie Xiaofeng, allowing him to comprehend the Fourteenth Sword from it, right? That’s all in the past. I just wanted to confirm it,” Yu Xian also stopped walking.

“Yes, back then, in order to get revenge on Xie Xiaofeng, I used every means necessary,” Murong Qiudi admitted frankly.

She had no way to deny what she had done. If Yu Xian wanted to detest her or abandon her, she would accept it.

Yu Xian looked at Murong Qiudi, who seemed to be awaiting his judgment, and couldn’t help but find it amusing.

“What are you doing? Didn’t I say I was just confirming and not pursuing it?” Yu Xian asked with a smile.

“Isn’t Husband confirming what kind of person I was and what I have done? Husband…” Murong Qiudi left the rest unsaid.

“Husband what? After confirming what kind of person you are, are you going to execute me?” Yu Xian was still smiling. Had Murong Qiudi, after being in the Small World for so long, still not understood what kind of person he was?

“Is that not the case?” Murong Qiudi looked at Yu Xian, without evading his gaze.

With a “slap” sound.

Murong Qiudi immediately looked around, then lowered her head in shame. Fortunately, no one around saw it.

Normally, when they were in bed, Yu Xian had hit her quite a bit, but this was in broad daylight…

“Still thinking nonsense?” Yu Xian asked with a smile.

“Husband, you are mean! In broad daylight!” Murong Qiudi pouted angrily.

“I confirmed with you just to see how accurate my calculation was,” Yu Xian shook his head, then took Murong Qiudi’s hand and continued walking forward.

Only then did Murong Qiudi realize what he meant. So that’s how it was.

She knew Yu Xian’s abilities; he knew the fate of many of them and understood the secrets of Heaven. She firmly believed this; the Small World was the best proof! Yu Xian was an Immortal!

“I was overthinking things,” Murong Qiudi lowered her head in shame and let Yu Xian lead her.

Yu Xian said nothing more.

Afterward, the two arrived at the Murong Family.

From the outside, the Murong Family seemed unchanged, but upon closer inspection, it felt much more desolate. Was this due to the destruction of the Murong Clan of Gusu? Shouldn’t they be doing better without the restraint?

“Did something happen to the Murong Family?” Yu Xian asked Murong Qiudi.

Murong Qiudi noticed it too. There were no guards at the main gate, and they hadn’t seen anyone upon entering. Had something really happened?

Murong Qiudi quickly led Yu Xian to her father’s residence.

After passing through several courtyards, they reached the main courtyard and heard continuous coughing sounds from afar. This person was ill, and it seemed serious!

“That sounds like my father’s voice!” Murong Qiudi said.

“Let’s go take a look quickly,” Yu Xian said to Murong Qiudi.

Then the two followed the sound of coughing and found the room where someone was. Without hesitation, they walked right in.

Upon entering, they saw an old man with white hair half-lying on the bed in the inner room, with only a young page boy attending to him with medicine.

Murong Qiudi looked carefully and realized that it was her father!

“Father,” Murong Qiudi called out before walking forward. She almost didn’t recognize her father’s appearance.

Yu Xian was surprised from behind. Was that Mu Rong Zheng?

The TV version seemed to show that the father and daughter had a bad relationship, and Murong Qiudi even killed him herself. But this didn’t seem like the TV version! Murong Qiudi clearly cared a lot about Mu Rong Zheng.

Moreover, Murong Qiudi had asked him to spare the Murong Family of Qixing Pond back then, clearly showing affection for her father and the Murong Family.

Yu Xian was a bit unclear about the situation, and he didn’t know the original story very well.

However, since Murong Qiudi and Mu Rong Zheng’s relationship was still acceptable, and Murong Qiudi cared about Mu Rong Zheng, he needed to find out what exactly had happened to the Murong Family now.

But this wasn’t the most important thing. The most important thing was that this Mu Rong Zheng didn’t look like he had much time left!

Murong Qiudi checked Mu Rong Zheng’s pulse and examined his condition, her brow furrowing deeply.