I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1485 - Chapter 1485 Chapter 3 Langhuan Sword Master

Chapter 1485: Chapter 3: Langhuan Sword Master Chapter 1485: Chapter 3: Langhuan Sword Master Ignorance makes one foolishly brave, only with understanding comes a sense of reverence. Often, even perceiving danger requires corresponding wisdom.

In Tang Luo’s eyes, the Nine-Tiered Sword Pavilion was like a giant Spiritual Sword embodying countless vigorous sword intents, suffocatingly oppressive even without looking directly at it.

Whereas Xu Changge, who was walking through the pavilion, seemed unaffected, babbling on and instructing, “Those who can cultivate in the Sword Pavilion are either Sword Saints or members of the Sword Sect; most are closely related to our family. If you meet some elders who give you a hard time, just bear it and avoid conflict… Alright, your second uncle has brought you this far. Someone will lead you inside to meet them when you enter the main door.”

Having finished his instructions without receiving a response, Xu Changge, already stepping up the pavilion’s stone staircase, turned back in puzzlement and saw Tang Luo lagging behind, looking up at the White Jade Sword Pavilion in awe, his sturdy body trembling slightly.

For the Xu Clan, the Sword Pavilion was their greatest pride, not only showcasing the clan’s might but also representing a legacy of inclusiveness and grandeur.

There are many sacred lands of the Heaven Sect, but how many Honored Kings are willing to preach their wisdom? Only the Xu Clan of Yuanzhou.

The kings who entered the pavilion selflessly imparted their swordsmanship to those qualified to enter, regardless of whether they were Xu swordsmen or others, treating everyone equally.

For this reason, every Sword Master willing to take charge of the Sword Pavilion was revered as deity-like in Yuanzhou, adored by the common people and sword cultivators from the bottom of their hearts.

Yet a sword is ultimately a portent of misfortune, exemplified by its edge, and the lack of city walls in Middle Ying City doesn’t mean an absence of defenses.

The Sword Pavilions of each city carry warnings from their respective Sword Masters and Sword Kings. So when visitors come to Yuanzhou, they often end up like Tang Luo, stiff and immobilized at the foot of the pavilion.

Most people might think this is out of admiration and respect, but only a very few understand that it’s because they can feel the message left by the Sword Kings and Sword Masters of various cities.

“But that can’t be possible…” Xu Changge felt a chill in his heart, his face changed dramatically, and he murmured to himself, “Impossible… impossible… how old is he?”

After a dozen breaths, the pressure lifted, and Tang Luo regained control of his body, though he could no longer look directly at the nine-tiered White Jade Sword Pavilion.

When the sword intent surrounded him, he actually had a way to escape, but fleeing in fear would have left a crack in his Dao Heart from the mighty sword intent, so he braced himself and did not flee, letting the sword intent wash over him.

And he knew that the being behind the billions of sword intents had sensed his presence.

In the ninth tier of the White Jade Sword Pavilion, a chaotic mass of sparkling, disorderly Spiritual Energy suddenly halted, condensed, and reshaped to reveal the vague shape of a person sitting with closed eyes.

As the figure emerged, the Sword Realm shone brilliantly, transforming the roaming sword intents into mythical beasts like the Qilin and Phoenix, Golden Lions and Jade Statues, Mysterious Apes and White Deer, Cranes and Dragon Serpents, their roars echoing across the land.

The figure in the chaos opened its eyes, emitting two beams of Divine Light that pierced the sky, dispelling all the chaotic energy. The shadow’s form rapidly grew, touching the heavens with its head and standing upon the earth with its feet. The creatures of the Sword Realm roared louder, ascending as Spiritual Light into the heavens, where their outlines intertwined like chaotic rainbows across the sky, as the giant figure donned a robe adorned with countless beasts.

The Divine Light in the figure’s eyes retracted, revealing a distinct and curious face with a hint of human-like expression. The eyes, deep like secluded pools, also showed a trace of curiosity, and a voice resonated throughout the Sword Realm, “His talent surpasses the rumors.”

With a flick of a finger, the decorum of the Sword Realm shattered like smoke, revealing the true form of the Nine-Tiered Sword Pavilion: an ordinary martial arts dojo where every cushion and lamp was symmetrically perfect. The Langhuan Sword Master’s cushion was positioned in the exact center of the dojo.

The Sword Master, sitting back on the cushion, now wore an expression rich with emotion, gazing playfully at the empty space before him, revealing a sword domain where Tang Luo stood motionless at the foot of the White Jade Sword Pavilion steps.

In front of the White Jade Sword Pavilion, Xu Changge finally regained his composure, patting Tang Luo’s shoulder with a complicated look, and asked, “Can you still make it up there?”

This question was reasonable; typically, those who could receive the messages of Sword Masters and Sword Kings were world-renowned powerhouses.

Yet many of these arrogant powerhouses ended up trembling like Tang Luo before the Sword Pavilion, then turning and leaving. Some, upon sensing the message, fled instantly, as if the Sword Pavilion were a dragon’s den or a tiger’s lair.

Once he asked his older brother Xu Changfeng why this was so, and the Changfeng Sword Saint replied, “A strong person isn’t necessarily proud, but they are always sensitive. Stepping into the Sword Pavilion is like surrendering control of one’s destiny. Hence most powerhouses, even knowing the Sword Master won’t trouble them, choose to leave.”

Clearly, Tang Luo was now faced with the same choice as those powerhouses who’d visited the Ying City Sword Pavilion before him.

“This feeling really is awful.”

Complaining to his second uncle, Tang Luo shook his head and stepped onto the pavilion’s stone steps.

With the presence of a godlike figure, he ascended several steps in one stride, quickly reaching the front of Xu Changge.

“Great-nephew!”

Xu Changge suddenly called out from behind, “If it really doesn’t feel right, you can come visit another day, the Sword Master won’t blame you!”

“Since I’ve come this far, I cannot turn back.”

Without looking back, Tang Luo waved his hand dismissively, “Just take me here, second uncle.”

Having said this, he took a deep breath, his gaze sharp as a blade, and without pausing, he ascended the tall platform in a few steps and entered the grand doors of the pavilion.