There is a master of the Sword Path in the martial arts world who may be about to achieve a breakthrough, go a step further, and even modify the Sword Path with his own power.

Even Han Feiyu, who was known as the All-Knowing Scholar and who spent his days running around causing trouble and telling stories, had heard about this big news in the martial arts world.

"This is big news! We have to go see what's going on; we might even find something unexpected."

As a modern storyteller, he finally remembered his old profession: watching the show and enjoying the spectacle.

Every storyteller in the world is a bloodthirsty audience member. If they can see some exciting and thrilling scenes, then it's worth dying for.

Now, it is unknown when that powerful figure will emerge from seclusion. His faction, the Myriad Swords Pavilion, has already begun sending out invitations to heroes from all over the world.

"I'm not even on the list! I'm so sad, so incredibly sad. Is it really okay to treat a harmless storyteller like this?"

No one called him the increasingly famous know-it-all. Han Feiyu picked up a handkerchief and wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of his eye.

"Do you look down on me, or do you have some misunderstanding about me because of my previous actions?"

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Am I some kind of bad person? There's no one in the world more kind-hearted and skilled than me."

While expressing his regret, he had already figured out how to join in the fun.

On a certain road leading to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, a hero was fighting a bloody battle against several masked men who had suddenly appeared and surrounded him.

He wielded a silver spear with great force, repelling several opponents who attempted to attack his vitals.

"Who are you? Do you know that I, Liu Yong the Silver Spear, am a first-rate expert?"

Having distanced himself from his opponents and caught his breath, he now wanted to know why these people were targeting him.

He was just walking down the street when he was suddenly surrounded and beaten by a group of people. If he hadn't had bad luck so often that he had developed a strong intuition, he might have been killed in a sneak attack.

"Who are we? I'm also looking for the answer to that question."

As for why we're targeting you, we need an invitation, and you were just unlucky enough to run into us. That's all.

"What the hell?"

The masked man, or rather Han Feiyu, was not lying. Since the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion had not invited him, he had no choice but to attend the banquet using his own methods.

Find a qualified expert to replace his identity; it's simple and easy.

This silver-spear was the very person Han Feiyu had just devised a plan to take action when he encountered him.

He was missing an identity, and it just so happened to be provided by the other side—that's fate!

"Is this just bad luck? No, do you have any other reason to believe me?"

“No problem, buddy. Look at the knife in my left hand, I call it reason. And look at the sword in my right hand, I call it truth.”

So, I'm not some unreasonable person; isn't this just trying to reason with you?

I'm telling you!

Silver Spear Liu Yong was thinking nothing but "Damn it!" What the hell was going on? He had run into these masked men; it was truly a stroke of bad luck.

There's nothing about the path of their spears that reduces luck, so what kind of mystical power is this?

No matter how wronged he felt, Han Feiyu would not let him off the hook.

The list of names in the martial arts world that I collected back then included this Silver Spear Liu Yong.

He wasn't exactly a great philanthropist; he was about the same as the higher-ups in the Heavenly Fire Sect. He wouldn't feel any guilt if he killed him.

"I'll fight you to the death!"