Supreme Sword Exalt

Fatty nearly spat blood. They exchanged a glance, cursing each other out in their hearts.

Bastard!

Fucking Fatty!

That Feather Transformation cultivator laughed sinisterly, his gaze fixed tightly on Chongming. “Gu Han? Fu Yulin? Take them all back and kill the rest!”

Chongming swaggered out, looking at the crowd sideways. “Bastard, you bullied me, so none of you are leaving today!”

The old blind man nodded. “Indeed. I can’t just let you go after bullying Master Rooster.”

Having spent ten years with Chongming, Fatty had some understanding of the old blind man. Nevertheless, seeing the old man’s trembling and frail figure, as if he would fall over at the slightest breeze, Fatty still felt a bit worried. “Old master, can... you do it?”

The old blind man smiled. “Easily.”

Fatty grew even more worried.

A Saint realm cultivator sneered. “Natives will be natives! With one foot in the grave, how can you be so arrogant, old man?! Is everyone on this continent this conceited?”

The old blind man shook his head. “Certainly, I’m about to die, but I’ve never been conceited.”

Slowly, he raised his wooden stick, pointing it threateningly in an empty direction. “If you think I’m easy to bully, feel free to try.”

Fatty wanted to cry but had no tears. “Old master, here! Over here! You’ve got the wrong direction!”

The old blind man changed the direction of his wooden stick slightly, still not pointing at anyone.

Fatty’s heart seized. It’s over... He is even less reliable than Master Rooster!

Just then, a Saint realm cultivator flashed behind the old blind man, full of ridicule and impatience. “Boring! Why so much nonsense when you’re dying? I’ll let you hit the road early!”

With a fierce Saint might, he slapped down at the old blind man’s back. The force of the impact scattered the eerie mist for a thousand zhang in every direction, shaking Gu Han and forcing him back repeatedly.

And yet, the old blind man didn’t budge. Just as the large hand was three cun from his back, the Saint realm cultivator froze. He abruptly turned into a spray of blood mist, staining the ground a deep red.

The crowd was greatly shocked. What?! Who did that?! How did he die?!

From beginning to end, they hadn’t been able to detect even a trace of vital qi.

The old blind man smiled. “Kid, watch carefully. All methods return to one. You don’t have to define the so-called Ultimate, Transformation, and Kill so clearly.”

Gu Han’s spirits lifted. The old blind man was about to instruct him in swordsmanship!

Just then, the old man’s wooden stick lightly tapped the ground. Endless eerie mist gathered in the sky, condensing into a hundred-zhang-long gray sword, hovering above everyone’s heads.

With a tremble, it split into a sword projection, which split again into four. In just a moment, it split into hundreds upon thousands of sword shadows, their tails connected, forming a sword wheel thousands of zhang in circumference.

Gu Han frowned slightly. He couldn’t feel the slightest trace of the old blind man’s previously unmatched, domineering sword intent from it. The large sword wheel seemed to be nothing more than an empty shell.

A Feather Transformation cultivator sneered. “What is that thing?! He’s just playing tricks!”

No sooner had he spoken, the sword wheel gave a soft hum and shrank to three cun in size. In an instant, it arrived before him, leaving a black spatial rift along its path. Under extreme compression, the supposedly “empty” sword wheel could still easily tear space apart.

It vanished before the man could even react, leaving only a small blood-red dot on his brow.

“What happened?!”

The crowd hadn’t even reacted. The sword wheel reappeared, once again beginning to multiply—one becoming ten, ten becoming a hundred, a hundred becoming a thousand... The sky was filled with three-cun sword wheels, their connections forming a huge sword net, enveloping everyone within.

Feeling the razor-sharp sword qi so close at hand, Fatty trembled. “Old master, p-please don’t hit us by mistake!”

The old blind man comforted. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

Fatty nearly cried. At least face me when you say it!

By now, how could those people not understand the old blind man’s power? He was more fearsome than anyone they had ever seen! They simply couldn’t figure out why such a terrifying expert was hidden on such a small continent.

The leading Feather Transformation cultivator grabbed Fatty, his tone terrified. “Go! This old blind man is not simple—“

With a squish, the sword net contracted into a small sword wheel, passing through everyone. Everyone froze as if time itself had stopped. Even their expressions remained the same.

A trace of weariness appeared on the old blind man’s face. “Did you understand?”

Gu Han pondered.

Within the sword wheel was a trace of killing intent, making it a Kill Sword. Then, as it underwent high-speed rotation and oscillation, it also carried a trace of the Ultimate Sword’s characteristics. As for that sword net, it was the Transforming Sword principle of separating and combining sword qi. By incorporating the strengths of all three, the unremarkable sword wheel displayed unexpectedly great power!

Gu Han marveled inwardly. He hadn’t expected that, after only watching him once, the old blind man had already seen through the essence and achieved unity of the three swords.

The old blind man appeared somewhat pleased. “Good that you understand.”

As his voice fell, the sword wheel exploded, once again turning into endless eerie mist. At the same time, except for Fatty and the other two, everyone else completely disintegrated.

Chongming grew smug again. “You dare bully me with Little Yun here? You must be tired of living!”

Gu Han appeared a little embarrassed. “Master Rooster, they probably came for me. I killed their people a few days ago. These people should be the guardians of those few.”

Fatty wished he could slap himself twice. See! This bastard is trouble the moment he appears! I was out of my mind to impersonate him!

The old blind man nodded. “I see. Then where is your guardian?”

Gu Han smiled bitterly. “Senior, I don’t have a guardian.”

No matter how strong a person was, they all had a time when they were weak. Even prodigies blessed with exceptional talent and fortune were still vulnerable before they matured. And precisely because of their special status, they faced far more crises than ordinary people, making them prone to dying young. The role of a guardian was to ensure they grew up safely.

Of course, Gu Han had no guardian, or he wouldn’t have faced death so many times.

The old blind man smiled. “I can see that you’re quite good at causing trouble.”

Fatty nodded fervently. “Old Master, you have keen eyes! This bastard could’ve gotten anyone else killed eight times—no, eight hundred times over!”

Gu Han glared at him fiercely.

The old blind man asked, “Why not take a step back?”

Gu Han’s expression turned serious. “Senior, there are just some matters that you can’t avoid.”

In Tianwu City, had he retreated, he could have lived a more peaceful life. The same went for the imperial capital, the secret realm, the Profound Pill Pavilion, and even in Wangxiang Village. In fact, had he kept his head down, he wouldn’t have faced life-and-death crises and could have even had a fairly bright future.

The old blind man was silent for a moment. “What do you think of me?”

Gu Han didn’t react. “What?”

The old blind man gently rubbed his wooden stick, his tone no longer as gentle as before, taking on a hint of dominance and arrogance. “I will become your dao guardian.”

Chongming was overjoyed. “Little Yun, you’ve seen reason?!”

The old blind man shook his head. “Just a dao guardian, Master Rooster. Nothing else.”

There was a world of difference between a dao guardian and a guardian.

Before Gu Han could speak, Fatty had already scurried over, his face solemn. “Old master, I, Fu Yulin of the Central Continent, am also a first-rate troublemaker! Look, protecting one is the same as protecting two... Why not protect both?”