Chapter 238 Credit Bladesman

Su Mu'an 's saber carried a violent saber intent and a heaven-reaching aura as it slashed straight towards Yan Qingshan's face.

The power contained in this saber was far beyond the limits an ordinary Three Elements Realm cultivator could possess. As the target of this saber, Yan Qingshan naturally felt this most intuitively.

A look of horror appeared on his face at that time. He did not dare to be arrogant. A violent True Essence surged out from his pylon at that time, forming a thick True Essence barrier between him and Su Mu'an. The saber in his hand was also raised high up, and he used all the strength in his body to try to block Su Mu'an's menacing slash.

However, in the end, all of this seemed to have turned out to be futile.

Su Mu'an 's blade was pure white, like the snow in the middle of winter, spotless. Wherever he passed, the boundless True Essence that blocked his path retreated like a tidal wave. It was like a flood dragon entering the sea. Without colliding with any power, the sea water automatically made way for his king.

Afterwards, the snow-white saber landed on Yan Qingshan's saber very smoothly.

Ding!

The collision between the two caused a soft sound to rise in front of the quiet Tiance Prefecture Manor.

Everyone held their breaths as they watched this scene. They thought, or rather thought, that what would happen next would be a fierce competition between the needle edges and Mai Mang.

In fact, apart from that soft sound, the blades of the two no longer intersected.

With a slight touch, the saber Yan Qingshan lifted shattered at that moment.

Yes, Yan Qingshan's saber shattered.

It was not broken, but shattered, like glass, from inside to outside, from point to surface.

It was as if there was some sort of power that spread out from the inside of Yan Qingshan's blade, and his blade suddenly turned into powder at that instant.

His expression changed from solemn to astonished, from astonishment to terror. These complicated changes only took less than a breath of time, and this time, it was enough for the saber in Su Mu'an's hand to cross the short distance between the two of them and land on top of his head.

At that moment, the aura of death enveloped Yan Qingshan's body. His body began to tremble and his pupils dilated.

Time suddenly slowed down, either because he was on the verge of death.

At least in Yan Qingshan's eyes, Su Mu'an 's movements seemed to have slowed down at that moment. He could clearly see the expression on the boy's face slowly turning from rage to surprise, as if the other party was also puzzled by the strange scene at this moment.

His saber hung above Yan Qingshan's head, but it did not land.

Yan Qingshan was unable to determine whether such a change was an illusion or a miracle. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to dodge this fatal blow, but he was horrified to discover that his mind could function as usual, but his body was unable to transcend this slow space-time. The orders given in his mind were slowly executed by his body, but it was difficult to dodge Su Mu'an 's saber strike.

If this continued, apart from prolonging the fear of death, this sudden miracle would no longer be of any help to his life.

But at that moment, a figure wrapped in a halo suddenly appeared beside the two of them.

Yan Qingshan realized the existence of the other party. He wanted to see the true appearance of that figure, but even with such a simple movement as his side eyes, he was doing it abnormally slowly.

"Although the Tiger Leopard Colt is unwritten, it has the aura of eating cattle. The Swan Cardamom has not yet completed its wings, but has the Heart of the Four Seas."

The figure wrapped in the halo clearly did not have any intention of caring about Yan Qingshan. His pair of eyes that shone with strange light landed directly on Su Mu'an. He looked at the boy who was almost frozen in midair and looked carefully, as if he was admiring a priceless treasure. After a while, he finally nodded and sighed.

The tone was filled with heartfelt admiration, as well as a cold judgement that was as cold as judging goods.

"The Su Clan owes me a knife. It has been more than 800 years. This knife can be used as interest." He said this again. Then, he raised his finger slightly and lightly tapped on Su Mu'an 's saber, like a dragonfly tapping on water. If he touched it slightly, he would retreat.

As a result, the stagnant time suddenly began to flow again at that moment.

Su Mu'an's saber continued to slash towards Yan Qing Shan's lintel with a violent aura, and Yan Qing Shan's embarrassed and somewhat funny evasion was obviously unable to dodge this saber.

Nothing seems to have changed.

But that's clearly not the case.

Just as Su Mu'an 's saber was about to touch Yan Qingshan's face.

The pale yellow rust suddenly covered Su Mu'an 's blade, bit by bit, extremely fast, like a locust that instantly covered his entire blade.

When his saber finally landed on Yan Qingshan's head, the snow-white saber turned into rust at that moment, striking Yan Qingshan's frightened forehead, leaving behind only a small bloody scar. Other than that, there was nothing else.

…

Commander Yan, who had survived the calamity, took several breaths to wake up.

The mysterious figure in front of him stood beside him and Su Mu'an like a ghost, reminding him that what had just happened was not an illusion.

He didn't dare to look up at the figure out of fear that even he couldn't tell the truth, but he could feel strangely that the other party's gaze seemed to have landed on him at a certain moment. It was an extremely cold gaze, like a giant looking down on a pitiful ant insect. Everything that happened was too strange. He didn't have the heart to celebrate this lucky life. After Yan Qingshan regained his senses for a few breaths, he raised his eyes to look at the people around him.

It was obvious that he had not witnessed the series of events before. Everyone present had witnessed such a change, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends. At this moment, the shock on their faces was the best proof.

Yan Qingshan forcefully cupped his scalp and cupped his hands towards the figure who did not know the enemy or us, but his head was still lowered. For some reason, the figure gave him a great pressure, making him not dare to look up and look at him.

"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life." As he said this, his voice carried an obvious tremor.

"Save you?" Hearing this, the figure sneered. His deep voice was incomparably thick, carrying a strange and profound rhythm, as if it was right in front of him, as if it was far away from the horizon. "It's none of your business. Get lost."

That person said this without any obvious anger or disgust, but it caused Yan Qingshan's heart to feel a chill. He did not dare to disobey that person's intentions at all. At that time, he repeatedly nodded and berated his subordinates, dozens of Greed Guards. He ran away from the Tian Ce Mansion in a very sorry state.

…

This process took dozens of breaths of time, but Su Mu'an, who had previously been filled with killing intent, kept her head lowered. She stared blankly at the rusty blade in her hand and remained silent.

After berating Yan Qingshan, the figure covered in a halo turned to look at Su Mu'an.

At that moment, Xu Han's heart skipped a beat. He naturally sensed the strange situation before. Although this mysterious figure did not reveal the slightest fluctuation of true essence, it gave Xu Han a tremendous pressure. This pressure seemed to be even stronger than the immortal in the Exquisite Pavilion.

He also couldn't figure out whether this figure was an enemy or a friend. Seeing that he was looking at Su Mu'an again, Xu Han instinctively stepped forward.

However, at that moment, Su Mu'an, who had been lowered her head and kept silent, suddenly said, "The saber… is rusted…"

His voice was as tender and clean as ever, but under this tenderness and cleanliness, it was similarly wrapped in unconcealed or unconcealable sorrow.

They didn't know where the sadness came from, but at that moment, they could clearly feel the existence of that thing.

"People will die, sabers will rust. It's hard to say what's happening in this world." After hearing this, the figure spoke like this. Compared to his cold attitude towards Yan Qingshan, his tone was gentle at the moment. Of course, this kind of gentleness was only relative.

"But I'm going to save him soon. Why won't he wait any longer?" Su Mu'an asked again, her sad tone still carrying a dense confusion.

Xu Han and the others on the side were also stunned when they heard this. Most likely, they had guessed who Su Mu'an was referring to at that time. However, this kind of thing happened too suddenly, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but be gloomy.

"The world is unpredictable, and so is the Heavenly Dao."

"Even an immortal can't break through the changes, let alone him?" The silhouette was surprisingly patient as it enlightened Su Mu'an.

"What about you? Who are you?" Su Mu'an raised her head, her eyes turning red, but the sparkling thing wrapped inside was forcefully endured by him, not dripping down.

"I'm a debt collector. Your father owed me a knife. This" The figure said, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Su Mu'an sheng.

"I owe you a knife? Then when did I borrow this knife?" Su Mu'an raised her head and asked.

He smiled and said, "Eight hundred years ago, your ancestors borrowed a knife from me, and it hasn't been returned to this world. Now that your father is dead, it's naturally your turn."

Hearing this, Su Mu'an lowered his head again. He pondered for a while before raising his head again.

"I understand. Father, I will repay this debt. I will repay this saber for my father!"

Su Mu'an 's decisiveness exceeded the figure's expectations. He was slightly stunned, then raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "Aren't you worried that I'm lying to you?"

Su Mu'an looked at the figure up and down, seemingly feeling that his question was very ridiculous. He used his tender voice to ask, "Do you have to lie to me?"

The strength displayed by the human figure was naturally obvious to everyone. Not to mention other things, it was just that one move of his that caused space and time to be almost static that was enough to make everyone present drink hatred at his hands. Naturally, there was no need for such a powerful existence to deceive them.

The figure seemed to have figured this out at that time. He took a deep look at Su Mu'an and sincerely said, "You're very good. I'm starting to like you a little."

When he said this, his tone was extremely arrogant, as if those praises were great kindness to Su Mu'an.

"Unfortunately, I won't like you." However, Su Mu'an did not appreciate this. He shook his head and said, "Say, what do you want me to return to you?"

"Don't worry, you can't return this saber now. What I want you to return is the saber after cultivating into an immortal." The silhouette laughed and said, not showing the slightest bit of anger at Su Mu'an 's attitude, which was not respectful at all.

Hearing this, Su Mu'an frowned, "This is not right…"

No matter how simple Su Mu'an 's thoughts were, he understood that the current Saber and the Immortal's Saber seemed to be two different concepts. Moreover, the world was so big that several trillion creatures dared to claim that they could cultivate to become Immortals.

"When your ancestor borrowed the saber back then, he laid down the rules. He cultivated to return the saber to an immortal. Unfortunately, he was destined not to be an immortal, so you have to pay off this debt. This is a rule, a rule even greater than the heavens."

"What if I can't cultivate an immortal?" Su Mu'an asked.

"Hmm? Then continue to hand it over to your son. Live your son's son … Anyway, I can owe you a debt, but no one in the world can repudiate it." The figure said indifferently, but his calm tone carried an unquestionable certainty.

"What if I have no descendants?" Su Mu'an was obviously a person who was at a disadvantage, so he asked again at that time.

"Good question, but you don't have to worry." However, the figure was not angry at this. Instead, he smiled valiantly. Then, he pointed to the top of his head and said meaningfully, "If there was no back, wouldn't there still be a predecessor? In the end, this debt can't be defaulted on."

"Is that so?" Su Mu'an did not suspect the figure, but felt somewhat regretful.

"What's on your mind?" The other party asked again when his expression landed in the eyes of the figure.

"I have to cultivate into an immortal." Su Mu'an replied without thinking.

"Why?" These words aroused the interest of that person once again. He was very curious about Su Mu'an 's sudden determination.

"I don't want my son to live in this world with debts. The Su Family's machetemen don't like to owe people things." The boy, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, said seriously. His appearance looked somewhat funny.

"Su Clan's macheteman" The figure murmured these five words. The indifferent expression in his eyes seemed to be in a trance at that moment, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to his original appearance. "Are you so sure that your son is a macheteman?"

"Of course, my father is a macheteman, and I am a macheteman. Naturally, my son must also be a macheteman." Su Mu'an did not doubt this, and then changed the topic. "Besides, the Su Family does not like to owe people things, but they never like others to owe us things."

"Zhu Xian killed my father. This vengeful son has to avenge me. But if I want to kill him, I have to cultivate to become an immortal. Therefore, I have no choice."

"You are much more sensible than your father." The silhouette laughed. His hand suddenly reached out and pointed at the rusty blade. The rusty blade actually released a dazzling light at that moment. The rust on the blade retreated like time flowed back, revealing the snow-white blade that was wrapped around it once again.

Su Mu'an obviously did not expect such a change. At that time, he looked at the figure doubtfully, as if he was asking him what he was going to do.

"This isn't a loan. This is just a small gift." The silhouette said, and at the end of the sentence, she didn't forget to add, "Just treat it as if it was for the sake of seeing it again. I don't want to wait for your son to live in the future …"

Su Mu'an looked at the saber in her hand and was silent for a while before saying sincerely, "Thank you."

"You have quite a bit of his temper." The man sighed. Then, he seemed to have gained some interest and said, "Shouldn't I show you a clear path?"

"Huh?"

"What you've done today has entered the ears of your enemies. You can't stay in Chang'an City. You can go to the Lunar Temple at the border of Jizhou. There may not be any chance for you." The man said slowly.

Hearing this, Xu Han, who had not spoken for a long time, frowned. His impression of the Lunar Temple's Xu Han was not too good, but this mysterious man had let Su Mu'an go there. What kind of schemes did Xu Han have that made him somewhat uneasy? Although he had the intention to warn him, he remembered that his opponent's level had already surpassed his. Even the Lunar Temple was more than one level. Not only could being smart not help Su Mu'an, it might even cause him unnecessary trouble. At least, it seemed that the opponent had no chance of harming Su Mu'an. Hence, after a slight hesitation, Xu Han finally put away his thoughts.

"But …" Su Mu'an hesitated at that time. He looked sideways at Xu Han, who was not far away, as if he wanted to ask for his opponent's intentions.

"If you leave, you will help him. Only then will he be able to get rid of his involvement in today's matter." But before Xu Han could respond, that person's voice sounded again.

Hearing this, Su Mu'an gritted her teeth and finally made up her mind.

He turned his head to look at Xu Han who hadn't schemed against him, but his gaze suddenly froze at that moment and stopped on Xu Han's body. At that moment, the halo around him began to flicker irregularly, revealing the intense fluctuations in his heart at this moment.

"You!" He pointed his hand at Xu Han, wanting to say something, but he seemed to have some misgivings, so he suddenly stopped talking.

Xu Han naturally felt the other party's gaze at that time. He was stunned and looked at the other party doubtfully.

"I never thought that there would be such a thing as you in this world." That person also seemed to have calmed down the peculiarities in his heart in this gap, and his tone became somewhat calm.

"What do you mean?" Xu Han could not help but frown when he heard what he said.

"It's not interesting … It's just that your life won't be too good." When that person said this, he lost interest in talking to Xu Han. He turned to look at Su Mu'an, who was standing beside him, and said, "Little fellow, don't forget our agreement. When you become an immortal, it will be the day you return my saber."

As the man spoke, his voice suddenly became ethereal and uncertain. At that time, his body gradually became blurry and disappeared into the night.

"But who exactly are you?" Su Mu'an asked loudly before that person's body completely dissipated.

The entire process from the appearance to the disappearance of this figure was truly too strange, which made Su Mu'an very strange.

"Kunlun Immortal Realm."

"Zongbu Ghost King Sect."

"Autumn ends and winter comes."

"World Credit Bladesman."

At that time, the figure had long disappeared, and only a long voice sounded in the ears of the crowd.

His tone was long and endless.

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