Chapter 278 Encountering the Silver-Faced Swordsman in the Mortal World
On a night with the sky hanging low, people sitting by the bonfire by the stream are meditating with their eyes closed, listening to the symphony of insects around them and feeling the power of nature.
An evening breeze blew by, and the fragrance of grass and wood mixed with a faint smell of blood hit my face.
Rongzhen opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the wind. His face, disguised by the magic weapon, was calm and peaceful under the reflection of the campfire.
The next moment, the sound of fighting came, getting closer and closer to where she was.
The person who came had bad intentions, so to avoid being involved in the karma of mortals, Rong Zhen flew directly onto the tree and hid herself among the green leaves.
Except for the bonfire still burning under the tree, it was as if no one had ever been there.
"Where are the people?" The two groups of people who had been fighting for their lives came over and saw it, and suddenly they couldn't pretend anymore.
"He must have heard the noise and ran away. Chase him!"
"Chase her! She's a woman who dares to walk around alone. She must have someone to rely on. Brothers, kill this fat sheep and you'll be happy for a long time."
The two groups then joined together and chased in the direction they had identified, coming and going in a hurry.
The noisy campfire soon returned to silence.
Rong Zhen did not go down, because not long after the gang of robbers left, they heard the sound of approaching footsteps not far away.
A few moments later, two men with extraordinary aura came. They looked like a master and a servant. They were well-dressed and looked a little disheveled, as if they were running for their lives.
The two of them looked troubled.
It is even less likely that Rongzhen will show up.
They then took over the campfire, and the fire and stream became the tools for the two to take a short rest.
Perhaps considering that the owner of the bonfire might return at any time, the master and servant treated the wound very quickly, while always being alert to the dangers around them in the dark.
Fortunately, the surroundings were relatively peaceful from beginning to end. Apart from the chirping of insects and the sound of streams, there were no attacks from wild beasts and no sneak attacks from enemies, which made people involuntarily want to relax.
But tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, and the temporary peace is just a sign of the coming storm.
The master and servant by the campfire probably realized this as well. They were covered in wounds and had no time to relax before they had to be alert again and look back the way they came with caution.
Rongzhen followed their gaze and heard footsteps again at the end of the path.
Unlike the previous two times, only one person came back this time.
The other party walked towards him slowly, as if he had no ill intentions at all.
However, the master and servant beside the campfire were both on high alert. If the situation did not allow it, they would have wanted to leave here immediately and run away.
But not only were they injured, it was also very dangerous to walk around in the mountains and forests at night. They had no choice but to look around to see who was coming.
In the dark night, the man's figure gradually appeared in the firelight. The first thing that caught the eye was half of a silver mask, followed by the other person's tall figure and the huge sword on his back.
It is obvious that this is a swordsman.
There was not a single sharp aura on his sword, yet no one would mistake him for a swordsman.
Because his swordsmanship has reached perfection and returned to its original state.
The master and servant by the campfire saw his expression tense up, and then relaxed. They obviously recognized the identity of the visitor and felt that the other party should not have any ill will towards them. Even if they did, there was room for negotiation.
One of the servants wanted to say something, but was stopped by his master, who bowed to the swordsman and said, "So you are the Silver-faced Swordsman, nice to meet you..."
Before he could finish his words, the man he called the Silver-faced Swordsman stopped and suddenly looked at the big tree beside the campfire.
To be precise, he was looking at the treetops.
Rongzhen is there.
She believed that she had not revealed any traces. Although she did not set any restrictions due to the rule that one cannot use too much spiritual power in the mortal world, she also hung a defensive array around her body to block her aura.
Unexpectedly, his location was still discovered by this person. You can imagine how advanced his martial arts or swordsmanship has become.
I'm afraid he has reached the innate realm and is about to enter the Tao.
But this is the mortal world. If he wants to break through the barrier that is like a natural chasm, without a suitable opportunity and a senior to lead the way, he may never enter the real world of cultivation in his lifetime.
But he was lucky enough to meet Rongzhen.
Rong Zhen is not a nosy person, nor does he want to be involved in too many causes and consequences here, but when he met this person, he saw a familiar trace on him.
It could be the shadow of a swordsman from a previous world, or it could be something else.
The past is past, and she didn't want to look back on the past, so she didn't think about it in detail. She only considered whether she should give this opportunity and whether the other party was worthy of her effort.
Finally decided to let nature take its course.
If the other person has good character and his talent and behavior are enough to impress her, then she is not impossible to give him the opportunity to introduce him to the sect and become Ling Hanfeng's junior brother.
Since the eldest senior brother can accept disciples on behalf of the master, why can't she?
After all, this person is the one who can inherit the master's mantle.
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Rong Zhen's mind, and when he looked up, he was faced with a casual probing move from the swordsman.
A true swordsman doesn't need to draw his sword to fight; even flying flowers and picked leaves can be used as swords.
What is important is not the sword itself, but the sword's intent.
For example, the leaf that rushed towards Rong Zhen's face in an instant was soft and thin, but the sword energy attached to it was as sharp as a knife, and most people would be hurt if they touched it.
Fortunately, Rong Zhen is not an ordinary person, and the other party is also aware of this, so he used a killing move. The main purpose was to test what kind of person she is who can become invisible.
Rongzhen is not a fairy, but she cultivates immortality.
The small flying sword blade was unstoppable, yet she easily held it between her fingertips.
Then her figure appeared, and she gracefully landed aside under the tree in the shocked and wary gazes of the master and servant.
“Nice sword!”
This is definitely a compliment from the heart.
The silver-faced swordsman's gaze fell on her, "Not as agile as you, young lady."
Rong Zhen's ability to easily block his sword move was more than just agility.
The swordsman and the master and servant all had an idea of Rong Zhen's strength, and their first impression was that she could not be treated lightly.
Rongzhen didn't care.
Since she has been exposed, she should just show up. She was the first one here.
"I wonder which school the young lady studied?" The master among the masters and servants wanted to talk to Rong Zhen. His face was eager but hesitant, as if he wanted Rong Zhen to ask him something so that he could continue with his plan.
Unfortunately, Rongzhen had no curiosity about him, but was more interested in the Silver-faced Swordsman.
The silver-faced swordsman saw that she was also carrying a sword, and he answered almost every question about swords, telling her everything he knew. It was obvious that he loved swords very much and could be called a sword fanatic.
The more Rong Zhen learned, the more she understood what it meant to be excited about the prey.
She was right. This man was truly a genius in swordsmanship. If the original owner's master could see him, he would definitely not let such a person become his disciple.
If the eldest senior brother accepted him as a disciple on behalf of the master, Rong Zhen would not have any objection.
However, even though the other party was very outstanding, Rong Zhen still suppressed the idea of taking in a disciple on behalf of his master, and decided to wait and see, and not act impulsively.
If the other party really has a destiny with immortality, if he can meet her again in the future and has enough strength to seize this opportunity, then she will take him back.
Even if such a genius cannot become Ling Hanfeng's junior disciple, he can still become the next generation of outstanding disciples of Tianyan Sect.
When the bonfire burned out the last branch, the night completely retreated, a ray of morning light rose in the sky, and the red sun quietly peeked out.
Today is a good day for traveling.
The three parties spent the night peacefully around the campfire, and were wary of each other all night, finally waiting until dawn.
Rong Zhen was nourished by spiritual energy and had been meditating for half the night, so her mental state was the best among the few people.
Next was the Silver-Faced Swordsman. When he stood up, he still looked as relaxed and at ease as he did last night, not at all like he had slept outdoors.
The ones who looked the worst off were the master and servant. Even though they had cleaned up carefully, one could still see how miserable they looked after waking up in the morning.
The master of the group once again sent a friendly signal to Rong Zhen, and with a wry smile, invited her, "I'm going to the capital. I wonder if you could come with me? I'll definitely reward you handsomely!"
He wanted her to be their bodyguard.
Rongzhen was not interested. "I have my own things to do. Maybe you can ask the person next to you." Then he turned and left.
"Silver-faced swordsman..." The master and servant turned to the swordsman eagerly.
The swordsman's gaze remained fixed on the retreating woman. He revealed the identities of the two men and said bluntly, "I don't think the dignified Prince Rong would fall into such a state. If you want to recruit me, this small formation is not enough."
The expressions of the master and servant changed at the same time, and their pitiful looks disappeared immediately, revealing helplessness and regret.
"I told you that these little tricks couldn't fool you, but they insisted on trying it." Prince Rong put the blame on the attendant beside him with a few words.
The attendant who acted as a servant immediately knelt down and apologized, his face full of guilt, which was boring to watch.
The swordsman simply ignored their annoying behavior and tried to catch up with the man who was about to disappear in front of him.
Prince Rong tried to persuade him to stay, "Yinmian, do you really not want to lend a hand to me?"
Don’t refuse a toast and then drink the forfeit!
Anyone intelligent could understand the hidden meaning behind Prince Rong's words.
The follower quietly looked up at the swordsman, then lowered his head again.
The silver-faced swordsman turned a deaf ear and followed his heart to catch up with the figure that had already gone far away.
Prince Rong's expression changed, but in the end, the greater cause in his heart outweighed the anger of being slapped in the face. He called his followers to follow him, "I don't believe he is invincible!"
Since Yinmian has taken a fancy to the girl who is also good at fighting, why doesn't he try to win her over, and then use her to restrain Yinmian, so that they can both be used by him?
The idea was good, but Rong Zhen didn't fall for his tricks, and she traveled much faster than them, so he couldn't catch up with her, let alone anything else.
The silver-faced swordsman was able to catch up and politely kept a certain distance from Rong Zhen.
Rongzhen noticed it but didn't stop him, wanting to see how long he could chase her.
Rong Zhen's destination was a county town a hundred miles away, where the secular family of a disciple of the sect lived. The Mission Hall assigned her the task of delivering a letter of safety from that disciple to the family.
There are many small tasks like this that can be done during the training period in the Mission Hall, and they are basically randomly assigned to disciples who want to travel to the corresponding places.
Rong Zhen now has several of them in her hands. She plans to make them along the way according to the route she takes to find the location of group member Passerby A. Once she finds Passerby A, she can immediately return to the world of cultivation.
The silver-faced swordsman continued chasing for a while and suddenly stopped.
Rongzhen looked back and left.
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