Sword Monarch

Long Street, Yanmen Town.

The white-clothed young man with a long sword and a wine jug, beating his horse as if he were flying.

"Greedy for a happy moment, always greedy for all happy moment... Excuse me! I’m in a hurry!"

Horse caused people scream all the way, and pedestrians fled in droves.

A freshly set up tofu stand on the street was trampled over by a horse's hooves, and the fresh tofu fell to pieces.

"What a bastard! Are you in a hurry to eat my tofu?!"

The voluptuous Tofu Beauty had both hands on her waist, and she swore harshly.

The young man turned his head and laughed,

"Not for today, I am going to the sword trail."

"I haven't seen a single success of your sword trail for five years , if you can make it, I'll go to the marquis' house to serve you tonight!"

"Clean yourself up and wait for me."

The young man's bright laughter was far away.

The Tofu Beauty spat with a red face and threw the other slab of tofu in her hand to the ground as well.

"Add two more slabs of tofu for the Marquis, and pay me at the end the month!"

Just a few slabs of tofu, as Marquis, he never cared.

Everyone who lived in Yanmen Town knew that Marquis Hanshui, Yun Que, was a real loser.

The center of the town was fenced off an open space and was packed with people.

A wooden building rose from the ground!

The wooden building had a special name, the Sword Trial Building.

Every year, on the seventh day of the seventh month in lunar calendar, this kind of wooden buildings from the Sword Palace would appear in all the major towns of Country Yan.

Only by passing the test at the Sword Trial Building would one have the opportunity to worship in the Sword Palace and embark on the path of cultivation that the world aspired to.

The status of the Sword Palace was transcendent, and whenever the Sword Trial Building was opened, the entire Country Yan was in a great frenzy.

And this day was also known as, the Sword Trial Day.

"Look! Isn't that the Chu Family's eldest son, Chu Xi? I've heard that he's extremely talented in the sword path, he'll definitely be able to get a place in the Sword Palace."

"The second miss of the Han family is also here! She had a famous teacher to guide her, so this time she must be success."

The crowd of onlookers discussed the situation and the the atmosphere grew more and more lively.

This year, there were quite a number of kids from rich families who participated in the Sword Trial, and most of them had real talent and had practiced sword for many years. They only waited to become famous in one battle.

If they could not succeed at once, not only would they lose face, but their state of mind would also be greatly affected, this would be extremely unfavorable to their future cultivation.

Of course there were those who didn't care.

Like the white boy who just arrived.

Wow.

The crowd automatically parted to make way for a straight and spacious path.

They were not in the way of the Marquis' majesty, but were afraid that they would be tainted by the Yun family's bad luck.

"It's the fifth time, it's clear that he was not the cultivation talent, yet he still come to join for fun."

"If it wasn't for the fact that his father was guarding Hanshui City back then and didn't come out, letting the northern barbarians wreak havoc, we wouldn't have lost half of the northern part of the country, and would have been jokingly referred to as Southern Country Yan."

"The emperor changed the Yanmen Marquis to the Hanshui Marquis, is to let the Yun family remember the humiliation, but they do not care, and Yun Que causes trouble all day, simply likes a devil."

"His father Yun Changji is a coward, how could he be a good son? The old waste born a little waste. Just... ouch!"

Clunk!

The flying wine jug smashed the cursing guy into a daze, and followed by a heavy punch to the face, the blood ran from his nose and mouth.

Grasping that man’s neck, Yun Que said with a smirk,

"Insulting the Marquis in the street, you didn't get a bad beating, remember next time, you can scold me, but not my father."

Wiping the blood on his hands, the white-clothed boy crossed the crowd to the front of the Sword Trial Building.

"It is Marquis Yun who has lost many battles! You've come to test your sword again." Chu Xi, the eldest young master of the Chu Family, said in a conspiratorial manner.

His words caused the rich kids to burst into laughter.

"Marquis Yun, you must be successful, don't lose like before."

"Marquis Yun, your indomitable strength is truly a model for us, and I really admire the fact that even a loser has to fight hard."

Yun Que was accustomed to the cynicism of the rich family's children and smiled as he held a fist salute.

"Thank you all for cheering me up, I will definitely work hard so that when I enter the Sword Palace and become your classmate, I can continue to bully you all."

After hearing this, the faces of the rich families turned ugly.

Regardless of how wasteful he was, he held the title of a marquis, he could beat them up in the street, and the officials wouldn't care much about it.

They hadn't been beaten up by Yun Que for many times.

"It’s time, the sword test begins!"

The chants from the Sword Palace emissary were like sword whistles.

The rules were simple.

The Sword Trial Building was decorated with sword dao formations, and whoever could hold on to three baptisms of sword qi would pass the test.

If he wanted to resist the sword qi, he had to use a sword to do so.

In the Sword Trail Building, the competition was not only about techniques, but also about who has a better sword!

The better the sword, the easier it was to resist the sword baptism.

Stepping into the wooden building, Yun Que lightly occupied a corner and removed the long sword behind his back.

The blade of the sword was razor sharp, and a row of intricate runes was engraved on the sword.

"Wow, Marquis Yun actually got a magic weapon! It seems that you can't judge a person by his appearance, and a loser should not be underestimated."

Chu Xi said teasingly and drew out an azure blue long sword, and in a flash the sword light dazzled throughout the wooden building.

"Middle-grade magic weapon, Blue Magpie Sword!"

"With this sword, Master Chu doesn't even need to do anything, he can easily pass the test just by standing still!"

The rest of the rich children were envious, their long swords were all lower-grade magic weapons just like the one Yun Que was holding.

Only the second miss of the Han family, Han Jiao, also took out a middle-grade magic weapon not weaker than the Blue Magpie Sword, and her sword sparkled.

The whistling sound in the wooden building grew, and the sword baptism began!

A ring of sword qi appeared from the void and gradually descended above the heads of the crowd.

Facing the cyclone, Yun Que decisively swayed the long sword in his hand.

The first few tests to the Sword Trial Building weren't for nothing. It's just that he didn't have a good sword, he survived the first sword qi at best, and each time it ended in failure.

This time it's different!

With a real magic weapon, Yun Que was certain that he would be able to hold on until the end.

At this time, Chu Xi on the opposite side of the room suddenly made an evil move. Relying on the fact that he had a middle-grade magic weapon, he forced the sword qi above his own head towards Yun Que's side.

"You can’t enter the Sword Palace in your life! Have the guts to come bully me now!" Chu Xi shouted and cursed recklessly.

He was just getting complacent when he suddenly saw the Hanshui Marquis on the opposite side of the room drop a slate out of his sleeve, followed by a cloud of black shadows splitting his face.

There was a crunching sound and a bloody head.

"You cheated! No other weapons are allowed in the Sword Trial Building!"

"What kind of weapon is a slate, there's no such thing in our country’s law."

"Just wait!"

Chu Xi broke through the cyclone in anger and drilled into the small room for people to rest to bandage his wounds.

The second time the sword qi washed over him, Chu Xi made a shocking move and directly chopped at the ground with the Blue Magpie Sword.

"You're crazy! Attacking the Sword Trial Building will increase the power of the Sword Formation!"

"Stop! We can't carry the cyclone when it gets stronger!"

The crowd was alarmed.

Chu Xi didn't care and pointed at Yun Que, "You still want to enter the Sword Palace? Dream on!"

The power of the cyclone had obviously more than doubled, and with this level of sword qi, it would be difficult for a lower-grade magic weapon to withstand it.

Yun Que used all his strength to break down the cyclone, and in the end, although he persevered, many more cracks appeared on his long sword.

During the second baptism of sword qi, many people's weapons were broken, and the people who failed hurriedly exited the Sword Trial Building while cursed Chu Xi.

If they didn't have a sword, they absolutely couldn't stay inside, or they would be strangled by the sword qi and die!

Yun Que returned to the hut where he was temporarily resting.

With a gentle break with his hand, the long sword snapped in half.

"My Mansion..."

Yun Que was helpless.

This sword was exchanged for him with the entire mansion, including the servants and maids, even the two kennels and three big black dogs were packaged together.

"It was so close, it would have been nice to have a sword."

Yun Que sighed heavily.

The fifth attempt to test the sword was going to end in failure again.

The barbarians were good at fighting, and there were a lot of cultivation experts among them. Ordinary people were no match at all, even Country Yan's army was defeated. Let alone an idle marquis like Yun Que who didn't have a single soldier.

If he couldn't pass the test at the Sword Trial Building, he won't be able to go to the Sword Palace, and step on the path of cultivation.

Without cultivation, it would be impossible to clear his father's reputation and find out the truth about the 100,000 soldiers buried in Hanshui City.

A penny was enough to trouble a hero, he knew at this time.

And he, the Hanshui Marquis, was troubled by a sword.

Just as Yun Que was fretting about the sword, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the side.

"I have a sword, would you like to try it, young master?"

Yun Que turned his head and saw a short man squatted at the corner of the house at some point. He had a face full of wrinkles, and a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"You have a sword? Show it to me."

Yun Que never judged people by their appearance, let alone the fact that this was the time when the sword was needed the most.

The short man took out a sword box from his back as if he was doing a trick, and opened it up, inside lay an ancient long sword.

The body of the sword was flushed with green, and there was a cold light flowing from the blade like drops of water, and two words were engraved on the sword.

Nine Disasters.

"This is... dad's sword!"

Yun Que rose up in alarm.

The long sword in front of him was incomparably familiar to him. It was his father's ancestral treasure blade that never left his body, the Nine Disasters Sword!

"You work for my father?"

"Exactly, hey. The Old Marquis ordered me to deliver the sword, and I've been trudged for five whole years."

"How did you get in here, can't they see you?"

"Of course they can't see me." The short man squeezed out a strange smile and said, "Because I'm a ghost."