987 Winter Solstice (1/2)
A building that looked like a garden was located on East City Street, a place where land was as valuable as gold. It was a quiet place located in a busy and noisy place, hidden within the hustling and bustling of a city while segregated from the secular world.
This was the location of the headquarters of the Wulin Express. Its rise was quick and shocking. It changed the habits of the people, widening their horizons and perspectives.
Most people of Jianghu did not know the real owner of the Wulin Express, and they also had no idea how to investigate how it could so quickly spread the teleportation circles across the land. Only a small number of people who were either overbearing or were amazing at currying favor knew about the three characters of a name, Shang Jiuming. One should know that he came from a dying sect, and it was a coincidence that he obtained the immortal's relic and suddenly rose to power. After that, his smooth rise was unbelievable and incredibly mysterious to everyone.
On East City Street, the Faceless Killer God was strolling about casually, trying on theatrical masks occasionally while trying products from the South and North at other times. There was no difference between him and ordinary citizens.
He had been staying there for three entire months, all just to await Shang Jiuming's appearance, and he believed he could still continue waiting.
Patience was a trait he was born with. Once, to learn sword fighting, he used three years to get a teacher. Another time, to kill a target, he disguised himself as a beggar for nine whole months. Sometimes, even he himself would be touched by his patience.
In truth, earlier last month, he had already encountered Shang Jiuming, but he chose not to make his move back then as the encounter was too sudden. They were too far apart, and before closing the distance, if he were to brandish his sword, the success rate would be less than fifty percent. As such, he chose to continue waiting, not feeling anxious at all.
He was confident that he would most definitely take the opportunity the next time.
”Are these really Sandalwood Beads from the Southern Sea?” the Faceless Killer God grabbed a string of beads before asking.
As he spoke, he glanced at a man standing opposite the Wulin Express headquarters. He had a cold demeanour, and in between his eyebrows was a very deep scar that made it look like he had opened the Heavenly Eye.
”Gao Fuchen?” the Faceless Killer God was no stranger to the names of people from Jianghu.
Gao Fuchen held his longsword behind him as he gazed closely at the main entrance of the Wulin Express, measuring up the crowd going in and out of the door as he waited for the appearance of an editor.
During the past few days, Gao Fuchen had been rather upset. The fact that Master Zhen Ding did not exist was not important, more important was the attitude of the newspapers like the Wulin Express. Gao Fuchen himself had hired a scribe who put his views into words and strongly refuted the evil and illogical theory stating that the Awakening Celestial Sword was the reincarnation of the Demon Lord. But after he sent the article to the newspaper agencies, nothing came back, and he never heard back from them. Although every newspaper would make it seem like they published the opinions and views of both the affirmative and opposing sides as they looked neutral, the articles of the affirmative side were always rubbish, they only used repeated arguments every time, how could they convince someone?
Moreover, similar articles in recent times had been mostly used to intimidate, ridicule, and criticize people with different views as evil heretics and demons and that these people should be punished using cruel and torturous methods. These extreme words pushed the neutrals to the opposing side, added to that, many people liked to give masters and experts background so that they may feel reassured psychologically. It wasn't because they themselves were incapable, it was simply that they were unlucky when reincarnating, so the Awakening Celestial Sword being the reincarnation of the Demon Lord fit right into this attitude of the people, so it gradually resonated with the people.
Many of Gao Fuchen's friends started believing this as they lamented the unpredictability and peculiarity of the Demonic Sect. To be able to transform one's primordial spirit into a demon spirit seed before hiding it inside a human's body to germinate, ultimately bidding farewell to the secular world to become an extraordinary being. There was no wonder the Awakening Celestial Sword could stun the world even at such a young age. It was as if he had been training in martial arts ever since he was still inside his mother's belly. There was no wonder he and others like him did not have any achievements at that age…
No wonder, no wonder!
Gao Fuchen's peers' perception of the Awakening Celestial Sword gradually changed. Gao Fuchen tried his best to prevent it but to no avail. Gradually, he felt more and more disheartened.
”The world is so big, just how many like me are left? Just how many are like me, wanting to have my voice heard but are unable to do so?” Gao Fuchen's gaze while looking at the main entrance of the Wulin Express became sharper. ”We've already reached this stage. Words have already become useless, then I'll just use the sword in my hand to make my argument then.”
”Since you won't allow me to speak, then don't you think you can speak, too!”
Gao Fuchen was very confident with the sword. Even if he lost against the Sad Godly Palm, he was not shaken in the least. He was certain that one day, he would be able to wield a sword strong enough to stun the heavens and rid all the evils in the world.
”The editors of the Wulin Express are all masters of the pen, but they have forgotten that the most important trait in Jianghu is strength. Today, I will make sure to make them remember that!”
To destroy all enemies in five steps, words and tongues could never compare to the sword!
Ta, ta, ta. A horse carriage exited the Wulin Express. Its decorations were simple, and yet it also carried a sense of dignity. The carriage driver looked very energetic, his eyes hiding a sense of power while his movements were smooth and slick.
”An expert not weaker than me…” Gao Fuchen made a firm judgment.
To have an expert like this drive the carriage, this person must be an important person in the Wulin Express, it might even be the mysterious owner!
”There's nothing sweeter than killing the person I hate after defeating an opponent whose strength is of my equal!” Gao Fuchen's heart suddenly raced as he burned with passion. It was as if he had returned to his youth, the first time he held a sword while facing danger.
The horse carriage turned to the North. Gao Fuchen began moving, and at that moment, he saw a wonderful and extremely concise glow of a sword bursting forth from the hands of an ordinary person passing by the horse carriage.
It was the darkness of the past that brought out the brightness and brilliance of today!
Gao Fuchen suddenly felt ashamed, ”I can't swing the sword like this. My swordsmanship still has flaws!”
”Who is this? Why haven't I heard of him before?”
There was a profound sense of inspiration and affection in the Faceless Killer God's gaze. This was his most perfect slash. It was a slash so perfect that it could compete against the Southern Sea Heavenly Sword's slash.
No matter how nameless he was in the past, his future would only be enveloped in unlimited brilliance!
The sword pierced through the carriage door window before the driver could block it, tearing the curtains to pieces.
Suddenly, the Faceless Killer God saw a sword, an ancient looking longsword.