The Empress’s Blind Consort: Invincible in Secret

Chapter 37 – Are you going up together or one by one?

The crowd was stunned, and the officials in the Golden Throne Hall fell silent, like ducks with their necks squeezed.

The entire capital was in an uproar, with countless eyes focused on the black-clad swordsman.

The Great Jin Dynasty revered martial prowess. Whether nobility or commoners, everyone had some understanding of the cultivation world.

The powerful aura emanating from the black-clad swordsman, with strands of Sword Sense of Time and Space distorting space and disrupting the flow of time, was a testament to his strength.

"The Minister Meng, rumored to have risen through the ranks by flaunting his looks, can actually teach a Sword Cultivator of the Sea Covering Realm!?"

"We underestimated him. Being favored by the Empress, how could he be ordinary?"

"Sword Sense of Time and Space... Could this person be the Nameless Sword Saint who left a strand of Sword Sense on Cool Breeze Mountain and injured the Empress!?"

"It must be him! The Nameless Sword Saint, renowned across the world, is actually Minister Meng's second disciple!!"

The Imperial Capital went wild. Hundreds of sword cultivators soared into the sky, riding their life-bound swords, paving the way for the black-clad youth.

To be honored with the title of Sword Saint, one needed not only strength but also an exceptionally profound understanding of swordsmanship.

Undoubtedly, the black-clad Sword Saint's Sword Sense of Time and Space was among the world's top-tier Sword Senses.

In the Golden Throne Hall.

The court officials were in shock. Compared to ordinary people, they, as cultivators, could more deeply feel the terror of the newcomer.

Though he was a cultivator of the Sea Covering Realm, the overwhelming pressure he emitted was no less than that of Qin Fenghuo of the Big Column Kingdom!

"Sword Saint!" Duan Wuchou's ugly face turned serious, sensing trouble.

Wang Teng's smile froze on his face. He stared in disbelief, his voice dry:

"How is it possible for a mere mortal to teach a Sword Saint!?"

The black-clad Sword Saint was absolutely formidable, no weaker than any young supreme.

Young supremes referred to the leading figures of the younger generation, known for being invincible in their realm and possessing absolute dominance.

Such outstanding individuals were incredibly rare, even if an entire forbidden zone's resources were exhausted.

It was evident how valuable and significant the title of young supreme was; it couldn't be easily cultivated.

"No wonder the Sage has unparalleled vision and knowledge. Though he can't cultivate himself, he can teach a formidable disciple." Qin Fenghuo unconditionally believed in the Empress and exclaimed in awe.

Jiang Canghai frowned, contemplating as he watched the black-clad Sword Saint:

"Sword Saint..."

The most intense reaction came from Jian Wentian of the Forbidden Zone of Sword Seclusion. His mouth gaped wide enough to fit an egg, his expression dazed.

"Sword Sense of Time and Space, the highest swordsmanship even the Hidden Sword Lord couldn't comprehend. This person..." Jian Wentian's Dao heart was in turmoil, his eyes vacant, as if thunder was crashing in his mind.

Jian Wentian knew all too well the terror of the highest swordsmanship.

The Hidden Sword Lord of the Forbidden Zone of Sword Seclusion had lived for thousands of years, with cultivation reaching half a step into the Morning Glow Realm.

The Hidden Sword Lord had secluded himself for hundreds of years, pursuing the highest swordsmanship, hoping to break through to a higher realm.

However, after three hundred years of seclusion, the Hidden Sword Lord suddenly went mad, suffering severe injuries from the Dao, damaging his foundation.

Since then, the Hidden Sword Lord had no hope of reaching the Morning Glow Realm and suffered lifelong pain from the Dao's injuries.

Thus, the Hidden Sword Lord set aside the pride of a sword cultivator, sending Jian Wentian to propose marriage, hoping the Empress would become the successor of the Forbidden Zone of Sword Seclusion and protect it.

"I don't believe it!"

Jian Wentian closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, releasing a divine light that shone upon the black-clad Sword Saint.

"I created a divine power to observe a person's bone age. I don't believe you're only twenty!"

After a long while.

Jian Wentian's face turned increasingly grim, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his expression defeated as if he had suffered a setback.

"No deception, really only twenty..." Jian Wentian murmured in pain, "How can there be such a monster?"

At this moment, Jian Wentian's pride was shattered and ground to dust.

A Sword Saint at only twenty years old, while Jian Wentian was already fifty-three and had yet to touch even a hair of the highest swordsmanship, let alone comprehend and master it.

Seeing Jian Wentian's reaction, everyone else was shocked.

The personal disciple of the Hidden Sword Lord of the Forbidden Zone of Sword Seclusion, just by looking at the black-clad Sword Saint from afar, was struck into such a state.

Su Qingqiu, full of admiration, looked at Meng Qingzhou, who stood calmly with a cane in the hall, and whispered:

"Your Majesty! The Empress' Husband is so powerful, he really summoned a Sword Saint with just one word! And it's the Nameless Sword Saint who once appeared briefly on Cool Breeze Mountain and injured you with a strand of Sword Sense!"

"The Empress' Husband is truly unfathomable!"

Dongfang Liuli: .......

The Empress silently glanced at Su Qingqiu, somewhat speechless.

"You should be glad I'm a wise ruler. If it were any of my predecessors, just for your words, I could sentence you to sixty strokes."

"Your butt would be beaten to a pulp."

Su Qingqiu shrank her neck, stuck out her pink tongue, and made a face: "Bleh, bleh, bleh..."

Dongfang Liuli rubbed her forehead, helplessly saying:

"Which blind fool gave you the title of Cold and Gorgeous Sword Immortal and spread it across the world."

At this, the Empress paused, deeply looking at Meng Qingzhou, murmuring to herself:

"However, my husband is becoming more and more extraordinary."

Meanwhile.

The black-clad Sword Saint walked along a path formed by a hundred thousand spirit swords, finally stepping onto a throne of swords created by the swords of countless sword cultivators in the Imperial Capital, smoothly entering the Golden Throne Hall.

"My name is Qian Yuan, a reclusive swordsman. I left home in my youth and met my master by chance, who enlightened me and supported me all the way to this day."

"To me, Master Meng has the grace of rebirth. I can never repay him, no matter what."

'Qian Yuan' walked through the civil and military officials, carrying a long sword on his back, his steady steps and calm voice resonating throughout the Imperial Capital.

It boomed in everyone's ears!

"Now, someone is bullying Master Meng, and I cannot tolerate it."

As he spoke, Qian Yuan's tone turned murderous, cold as the depths of winter, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Sword Sense of Time and Space spread, entwining around Qian Yuan.

With the black-clad Sword Saint at the center, within a radius of dozens of meters, all colors turned gray and white, the flow of time slowed, and even began to reverse!

Qian Yuan approached Meng Qingzhou, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Disciple is late, please punish me, Master!"

Meng Qingzhou chuckled, "Not late, not late! Someone just got itchy and wanted a fight, and you, being naturally combative, were specially called over."

Qian Yuan nodded. Though his expression was hidden by a smiling mask, everyone could feel his intense killing intent.

"Greetings to the Empress of Great Jin." Qian Yuan slightly nodded to the Empress on the throne, not showing much deference.

The Empress didn't mind, waving her hand to indicate he could do as he pleased.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The black-clad Sword Saint slowly turned, facing the seven young supremes.

"Are you all coming at once, or one by one?" Qian Yuan asked, gripping the sword on his back.

"What's the difference?" Qin Fenghuo's eyes gleamed, timely responding as the setup guy.

This was a Sword Saint!!

Who knew the Empress had such a trump card!!

He must be recruited to serve in the Great Jin Dynasty!!!

Qian Yuan smiled coldly, saying:

"The difference is, if you all come at once, I'll knock you down with one sword, and you'll lose face and struggle to survive."

"Because with so many people, it's hard for me to hold back."

"If you come one by one, I'll knock you down one by one. It'll be less humiliating, but the process will be very painful."

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