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The elderly mute man moved very slowly.

His flight speed was much slower than that of ordinary cultivators.

As the old servant of the master, his exact age was unknown to anyone. He had been slow for so many years, ingrained into his bones, and it had long become a life habit.

Or could it perhaps be said, this was his nature?

Ping Shanhai was not an impatient man. As the Swordsman of One Sword Mountain, he continued to wait in mid-air for the challenger who was slow to

appear.

Await as he may, he finally saw an extremely hunched figure slowly drifting

over.

The silent old man held his walking stick in his right hand and carried a small lantern in his left.

Since he had not been to the back mountain prior, what he filled in the small lantern was not the magical fireflies from the mountain, but rather a small red candle.

The old man seemed to enjoy carrying a small lantern at night.

Just as in the mundane world, the old servants would always carry a lantern at night to provide light for the master or young master.

Perhaps also aware of his tardiness, he raised the corners of his mouth very slowly, expressing an apologetic smile.

Outside of Lead Peak, including Ping Shanhai, no one expected the Demon Sect to dispatch an old man this time.

In previous years, the representative of the Demon Sect in sword questioning was a cold Taoist nun. She was notably thin and detached, hardly uttering a word.

It was said that she was the second disciple of the master, the junior sister of Yan Li. Despite wielding a wooden sword, she easily defeated her opponents.

It seemed that as long as Yan Li remained in seclusion, she was the world’s leading Sword Cultivator.

All the sword sects thought that this time the envoy would be that Taoist nun again, who would have thought that it would be a slow-moving old man.

In fact, even the Demon Sect disciples on Lead Peak were somewhat dumbfounded.

Isn’t this the Mountain Guardian at the foot of Hidden Mountain?

Is the mute old man a Sword Cultivator?

Apart from the people on the back hill and Shen Yan, even the Inner Sect Disciples did not know the old man’s identity. They did not know that the master once had such an old servant, and he was the master’s book boy in the earliest days.

Nor did they know that the patriarch of the Demon Sect, Yan Li, was raised by him alone.

All they knew was that this old man controlled the seal of Hidden Mountain, and without his permission, the disciples could not enter.

He seemed to be the guardian of Hidden Mountain, guarding both the mountain and the grave.

Of course, no one considered him an ordinary old man. After all, the mute old man had been old decades ago, and he remained unchanged decades later.

What was surprising was just, was there such a slow Sword Cultivator in the world?

As for the people on the small hill, they were even more puzzled.

Looking at the mute old man, Ping Shanhai was also confused.

But since the man was sent as a representative by the Demon Sect, Ping Shanhai would not take him lightly. Seeing that he was an old man of an unknown age, he salutes him in mid-air.

Holding the sword in both hands, he proceeded with the sword salute.

The mute old man chuckled and lifted his lantern slightly, signaling that there was no need for much ceremony.

He then motioned to his mouth and waved his hand in mid-air, indicating that he was mute and unable to register a response verbally.

He seemed to be just a gentle and kind-hearted old man.

After performing this gesture, he conveyed a puzzled look to Ping Shanhai, as if asking, “May we begin?”

Ping Shanhai nodded, and the sword questioning thus began at this moment!

He made his move, pulling out the divine sword, the sword drawing style!

The old man also moved, doing so only when the sword Qi was inches away from him.

Many were curious about where his sword was. They didn’t know the walking stick he was holding was actually his sword.

His movement was similar to that of Ping Shanhai, but slightly different.

Up on Lead Peak, Lin Chan’s eyes lit up slightly.

She had seen this move before!

It was also a sword drawing style!

Before her climb on Dengcang Mountain, the mute elder had taught her this swordsmanship, which she had deeply memorized.

Today, the mute elder, performed this sword technique in front of her in a very serious manner.

Seemingly slow, yet extremely fast in actuality.

There wasn’t any outward manifestation of Sword Qi, nor was there any earth-shattering display. It was as if the elder casually lifted his cane, happened to strike the Sword Qi, and coincidentally neutralized the threat.

However, no one would think it was a coincidence.

This is the swordmanship that Ping Shanhai used to dismantle the half-way Sword Qi in the mountain!

But this hunched old man, holding a small lantern, resolved it leisurely and easily.

What’s more, the small lantern that he held in his left hand didn’t sway at all the entire time!

Watching from the side, Lu Xun felt waves of shock in his heart.

“Is Elder Gui this strong?”

This was the first time he witnessed the mute elder taking action. He only knew before that the elder was very powerful in Artifact Refining, reaching the Grandmaster Level, and that even the sword sheath in his hand was refined by the elder.

Moreover, Elder Gui was able to temporarily increase someone’s Luck Value, bestowing blessings on others.

Unexpectedly, he was such a formidable Sword Cultivator!

“No wonder Third Brother told me to prepare well, it seems he has great confidence in Elder Gui!”

He glanced at Lin Chan, who had a thoughtful look in her eyes. It seemed that she had gained insights from the swordplay just now, and was absorbing the lessons.

Lu Xun, another “Natural Sword Embryo”, felt the need to study along. He immediately showed a similar expression, going from a puzzled look to an enlightened one, as if after watching this swordplay, he had figured out some perplexities in cultivation.

Lu Xun has always set high standards for himself. He had committed to a lifetime of pretending to be a Natural Sword Embryo, so it’s crucial not to miss any details. There’s no room for slacking off!

When it came to the self-cultivation of a fake Sword Embryo…

Just at this moment, the second sword began in mid-air.

The third brother, Zhuge Lai Fu, whispered, “The outcome is about to be decided.”

Lu Xun was surprised, “So soon? The second sword will determine the winner?” Ping Shanhai was still using the ‘Sword Drawing Style’, but even though it seemed to be the same move, it had subtle differences.

One Sword can manifest myriad changes!

But the elder’s moves had clearly changed.

At the New Year’s Eve, the elder once told Little Gui that he made progress only in taking blows.

The mute elder grinned and held up two fingers, indicating that he had two swords which were quite good.

Everyone knew that Yan Li was the world’s finest sword cultivator and that Yan Li was most skilled with three swords. But they didn’t know that two of those swords were learnt from the mute elder.

While Yan Li indeed excelled beyond his teacher, it didn’t mean that the mute elder was not strong-

His second sword was a “Sting”.

Just a simple sting.

The elder’s cane pierced through Ping Shanhai’s Sword Qi, shattered his Sword Intent, and in the blink of an eye, was pointed at his brow!

The old cane hovered in front of Ping Shanhai’s forehead, marking the end of the elder’s attack.

Even so, the surrounding airflow made Ping Shanhai’s hair flutter backwvard!

The sword reached the forehead, the hair-band broke, and hair was flying wildly!

If this move had gone a little further, if the elder had been a little slower to retract it, Ping Shanhai would be dead.

With just two swords, the swordsman of One Sword Mountain would lose his life!

In his hand was a divine sword.

And in the elder’s hand…

—It was merely a walking cane.