Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 360 - 207: The Former Sword Saint!_2

Chapter 360: Chapter 207: The Former Sword Saint!_2

Actually, the secret chambers behind were pried open by Jiang Shouzhong in his search for treasures.

However, for the current dilemma, the other party will have to carry the blame.

Fang Maoshan kept wiping his cold sweat, "I’ve already sent people to investigate, it might... it might be some issues with the formation."

The situation at hand was unprecedented for Famous Sword Villa; completely at a loss, Fang Maoshan had no choice but to seek help from Mo Bailing, hoping to find a remedy from his father.

"The formation has problems? Or was it intentionally set to kill me?"

Jiang Shouzhong looked around and suddenly asked, "Where has your wife gone?"

Fang Maoshan defended, "My wife... has nothing to do with this matter."

Jiang Shouzhong pulled at the corner of his mouth, just about to speak, when suddenly an old and hoarse voice came from above, "Select five treasures from the Sword Storing Pavilion yourself. If Jiang is unwilling, Famous Sword Villa can only forcefully see the guest out."

"Father!"

Fang Maoshan looked towards the direction of the Blood Sword Pool, and his complexion changed drastically.

He then turned to look at Mo Bailing who said expressionlessly, "This is the master’s decision."

Fang Maoshan’s lips moved, but he said nothing more.

Jiang Shouzhong appeared stunned for a moment, then leaned over to Ran Qingchen and asked in a low voice, "What do you think? Is it acceptable?"

Ran Qingchen indifferently replied, "I fell into this predicament trying to save you; it’s my own doing, and Famous Sword Villa isn’t obligated to compensate me. He is compensating you; you should decide for yourself. However, Mr. Fang is rather temperamental, and he won’t bargain with you."

Jiang Shouzhong grunted and said to Mo Bailing, "Well then, add the two Divine Weapons you promised me earlier, which makes seven in total. Oh right... and there’s that stuff."

Jiang Shouzhong picked up a big hemp bag beside him, "Lord Ran just told me I could take the things scoured from the secret chamber."

Watching that big hemp bag, Fang Maoshan’s face twitched slightly, and he was quite pained.

Inside were many talismans and elixirs.

Mo Bailing nodded with a smile, "Indeed, you may."

Mo Bailing was not distressed, because what was truly valuable inside the Sword Cave wasn’t these items, but those sword zombies...

And the buried "Undying Sword" in the Sword Cave.

Wielding this sword, one could control the sword zombies.

Two thousand years ago, a famous swordsmith, Xiang Muzi, after a general slaughtered a hundred thousand enemies, refined all hundred thousand corpses and forged the "Undying Sword."

Anyone who touched this sword would immediately turn into a sword zombie.

Despite many years passing and the sword’s deathly aura fading somewhat, no one could hold it for long.

During the former dynasty, Famous Sword Villa nearly faced destruction; the villa’s master forcefully pulled out the "Undying Sword" and led the sword zombies to turn back the enemies, saving Famous Sword Villa.

But he also lost his life in the process.

After treatment failed, he eventually turned into a sword zombie himself.

Moreover, these sword zombies might only have the strength of a second-grade martial warrior, but once out of the formation, their cultivation would bind to the wielder’s, just one realm lower.

After agreeing to Jiang Shouzhong’s request, Mo Bailing led everyone towards the Blood Sword Pool.

At this time, only Jiang Shouzhong and Vajra Temple’s Master Yuantong qualified for the third challenge.

As they neared the Blood Sword Pool, an almost imperceptible stench of blood permeated the air.

Approaching the gate, Mo Bailing suddenly stopped, smiled at Jiang Shouzhong and Master Yuantong, and said, "Gentlemen, due to some reasons, the original third challenge ’Asking Sword’ has been canceled. The two of you will have a contest, and the winner may enter the Blood Sword Pool and take the Dragon Slaying Sword."

Jiang Shouzhong’s expression turned unpleasant, "Are you deliberately making it difficult for me?"

Despite Yuantong’s benevolent appearance, his strength was definitely much stronger than Murong Ququ’s.

He really wasn’t sure he could beat him.

Mo Bailing took out a Copper Coin, smiling as he said, "Seeking the sword also depends on luck. This Copper Coin has a character on one side and is blank on the other. You two can only choose one side; whoever guesses right sets the rules of the contest. Be it fighting or writing poetry, it’s the winner’s choice to decide."

Mo Bailing showed them the Copper Coin, which indeed had one smooth side and one with a character.

He turned his back deliberately, placed the Copper Coin on the back of his left hand, covered it with his right, turned back around, and said, "Gentlemen, please guess."

"Jiang, please."

Master Yuantong smiled and gestured with his hand for Jiang to proceed.

Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t be bothered with formalities and casually guessed a side, "I’ll guess the side with a character."

"Then this monk will choose the blank side."

Yuantong replied with a smile.

The others also gathered around anxiously to see the outcome.

As Mo Bailing slowly lifted his right hand, the Copper Coin revealed to the crowd showed the smooth, blank side.

Ran Qingchen and Yuan Anjiang looked disappointed.

"Master Yuantong wins."

Mo Bailing announced, "Now, please Master Yuantong to choose the form of the contest, and the winner may enter the Blood Sword Pool and claim the sword."

Jiang Shouzhong helplessly rotated his wrists, "Go ahead, Master."

If necessary, he would fight another battle.

Yuantong shook his head with a smile, "No need for a fight, I don’t quite enjoy violence. I’ll take a shortcut and discuss Chan Buddhism with Jiang. If you can convince me, Master Jiang, I will admit defeat."

Hearing the monk’s words, everyone knew the outcome then.

Being a monk from Vajra Temple, although not as skilled in debating as those from Wuchan Temple, he was still a professional, no match for the average person.

Yuan Anjiang teased, "You really have no shame, monk."

"I have no choice; this is all I’m good at,"

Yuantong replied with an apologetic smile.

Jiang Shouzhong didn’t hold too much resentment against the monk; after all, Zhang Yunwu’s master was a monk from Vajra Temple. He responded, "Fine, it’s all just babbling nonsense anyway."

Yuantong nodded gently and asked, "May I inquire, Master Jiang, what is the true sutra?"