Section 5, the quality-assured Xuanyuan Sword

Long Yuntian was suddenly filled with a surge of confidence, feeling as if the pressure he faced had vanished without a trace. Instead, he raised his head, feeling an impulse to meet Long Zhantian's gaze.

"Li Hua, rest assured, before I die, I will definitely ensure that those who have harmed your family are reduced to ashes." Wen Siyuan sighed, "Consider it the reward for these years, how about that?"

"Yes, I am certain it was a kill, not a defeat," Wen Siyuan replied decisively. "The guards of the Wen residence witnessed it firsthand. Although Long Zhantian was masked at the time, the unparalleled dominance of 'I alone am worthy' was absolutely not something anyone else could possess. The characteristics of the Long family's Scarlet Flame Technique are simply too distinctive."

In the back garden of the literary mansion, a young girl dressed in purple strolls among the flowers, her beauty surpassing that of the blossoms, creating a harmonious interplay between herself and the flowers. Following her is another girl dressed in light blue.

Indeed, the age of one hundred is truly a prime time for a martial sage, with all aspects of the body in peak condition. Mu Lihua nodded.

I, Mu Lihua, wanted to speak but hesitated.

"Xing'er, Xing'er doesn't know either," the young maid replied, clutching the hem of her garment, her face filled with fear. "However, Young Master Long is quite pitiful; who would have thought that all of this was orchestrated by the master himself"

"Li Hua, are you really not a match for Long Zhantian?" Wen Siyuan gazed out at the scenery, casually inquiring of the shadow behind him.

He is a genius ... ... " the shadow added another sentence, seemingly to emphasize, seemingly to exclaim

Indeed, if it were not for Long Zhantian's covert assistance, the Wen family might not have developed such power. Wen Siyuan chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I can clearly see his schemes, yet I am utterly powerless; perhaps this is the sorrow of a scholar, being of no use at all, haha, it is indeed so." Wen Siyuan sighed, but the bitterness in his tone was something Mu Lihua could clearly perceive.

"It's nothing. Long Jiantian has not appeared for ten years; I thought he might be nearing the end of his life. It seems I was overthinking it. Long Jiantian should be less than a hundred years old." Wen Siyuan shook his head.

"Hehe, you underestimate Long Zhantian too much. Long Zhantian is calculating and astute; the Long family intends to take down the entire Wen family without shedding blood." Wen Siyuan chuckled self-deprecatingly, "In Long Zhantian's view, since I plan to destroy the entire Long family, he will certainly want to destroy the entire Wen family. An eye for an eye, blood for blood is the Long family's style. Do you know why I only have one daughter, Xiaoxing? Hehe, because Long Zhantian does not allow me to have other children. Everything in the Wen family will ultimately become Xiaoxing's dowry, becoming everything for the Long family." Wen Siyuan shouted hysterically.

Long Zhantian is a genius, a veritable genius. I am not as good as him, especially since he has been promoted to the Sacred Realm for a full ten years, while I have only been in it for less than five years. I am certainly not his match, and the gap will not be small. If luck is on my side, perhaps I could injure him at the cost of my own life, but there is over a 90% chance it would only be a minor injury. The shadow behind me fell silent for a moment before slowly responding.

"Innate, perhaps, Long Zhantian seems to have advanced to the innate stage at the age of twenty." The shadow pondered for a moment before responding, finally opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, yet feeling it was inappropriate, ultimately refraining from speaking.

The typical lifespan of a martial saint is one hundred and eighty years, what is the matter?

"But that family is still alive, isn't it?" Wen Siyuan seemed to see through Mu Lihua's thoughts, "For a Martial Saint, exterminating a noble family is not a remarkable feat, is it?"

Li Hua, I have an unreasonable request to make

Mu Lihua remained motionless, yet her eyes were filled with shock, seemingly astonished by Wen Siyuan's words

A promise is worth a thousand gold pieces. For Mu Lihua's promise, Wen Siyuan has the deepest feelings. Since he said this, it means that unless he dies, Wen Xiaoxing will absolutely be safe.

"The master has shown me great kindness; please feel free to give any instructions." Mu Lihua replied

When speaking, Wen Xiaoxing's beautiful brow furrows slightly, giving a sense of heartbreak

Just as Wen Xiaoxing lamented that her time was limited, Long Yuntian, the young master of the Long family, finally met his father, the Grand Marshal of the Zhuque Empire, the Martial Saint Long Zhantian

Long Zhantian had a robust physique, a square face, and eyebrows that arched like swords, exuding an imposing presence even without anger. Between the opening and closing of his eyes, it seemed as if a sword aura was surging and intertwining. Long Yuntian felt as though he was facing an insurmountable mountain, and an overwhelming sense of inferiority surged within him, accompanied by a hint of fear.

A warm current surged from his mind, flowing throughout his body. In Long Yuntian's mind, a short sword measuring one foot in length appeared, radiating brilliant light that illuminated all directions

A faint shadow slowly appeared behind Wen Siyuan, an indistinct figure that obscured its features, revealing only a flowing blue robe.

By the way, what is the theoretical lifespan of the Martial Saint?" Wen Siyuan suddenly recalled a question.

The Xuanyuan Sword, that is the culprit behind Long Yuntian's time travel, the Xuanyuan Sword

"Lord Xiangguo, perhaps you should first articulate your requirements." Mu Lihua shifted the topic, neither directly addressing Wen Siyuan's request nor outright rejecting it

"One strike to kill three Grand Masters?" Mu Lihua could no longer conceal the astonishment within her heart, her voice trembling slightly. "Are you sure it was a kill and not a defeat? The difficulty of dealing with a master-level assassin far exceeds that of an ordinary Grand Master. They especially understand the essence of retreating a thousand miles after a failed strike. How could he possibly have obliterated three of them in a single move?"

"The clever abacus?" Mu Lihua seemed to not understand his meaning, frowning slightly. She thought to herself that it was already remarkable that such a bitter enemy had not exterminated their entire family, yet he was still here spreading rumors. However, considering that the Wen family had indeed shown kindness to her, she chose to remain silent.

Indeed, I never expected that all of this was orchestrated by my father. Initially, I thought the Long residence was being excessively domineering, but it seems there are reasons behind it. Wen Xiaoxing chuckled self-deprecatingly, saying, "Let's tidy up a bit before we head out for a stroll. I don't have much time left."

Xiaoxing was born exceptionally intelligent, renowned as the genius beauty of Zhuque City. At the age of fourteen, she began to take over the family business, and within a mere three years, she quadrupled the wealth of the Wen family, achieving the legendary status of a genius beauty and establishing the Wen family as the foremost commercial family in Zhuque City. But do you know? In this short span of three years, Xiaoxing encountered at least eleven assassination attempts, two of which even involved the shadow of a Martial Saint. Yet in the end, Xiaoxing remained unscathed. The greatest credit for this is not due to the guards of the Wen residence, but to Long Zhantian, as those two Martial Saints were driven away by him. I even know that three master-level assassins were obliterated in a single strike by Long Zhantian during the assassination attempts. " Wen Siyuan smiled bitterly.

In Wen Siyuan's view, although Mu Lihua cannot defeat Long Zhantian, a Martial Saint would certainly be able to rescue an individual, and Long Zhantian would definitely be unable to stop him

The Xuanyuan Sword truly lives up to its reputation as the Sword of the Sacred Path, crafted in Huaxia and produced by the Yellow Emperor, ensuring its quality. As it sensed the oppression of its master, Long Yuntian, waves of warmth flowed from the blade.

"Which of the Long family members is not a genius?" Wen Siyuan curled his lips, appearing to be both bitterly smiling and enviously reflecting, "If Long Yuntian is not a natural fool, then he might also be a genius. At the age of nineteen, he is probably also striving for innate talent. If that is the case, marrying him would not be a bad choice for Xiaoxing..."

"What, do you think I am indulging in self-pity through my writing?" Wen Siyuan asked self-deprecatingly, "I gave him a foolish son, and he returned me a foolish son-in-law, haha, Long Zhantian, what a clever calculation."

I do not harbor any resentment, after all, it was the Prime Minister who saved my life at that time. Moreover, the true culprit from back then has already been punished. Mu Lihua sighed softly, though it was unclear what she was sighing about

"An'er, do you think it was right or wrong for me to poison Long Yuntian?" Wen Xiaoxing asked An'er, glancing back at her.

It seems that we must think more highly of Long Zhantian; to kill three master-level assassins in a single strike, one must at least be at the intermediate level of a Martial Saint. I originally thought he was at the peak of the beginner level of a Martial Saint. Mu Lihua sighed, "The Wen family's caravan has never encountered bandits during transportation, which is probably also due to Long Zhantian's contributions, isn't it?"

"Indeed, I will not allow the young lady to come to harm." Although Mu Lihua spoke little, Wen Siyuan still sensed his sincerity

After Xiaoxing married into the Long family, everything belonging to the Wen family would ultimately be transferred to the Long family. By that time, Long Zhantian would likely take my life himself, as I would no longer have any meaning or value in existence. Instead, I would pose a threat to the Long family's successful acquisition of the Wen family's wealth. My death is inconsequential; what I fear is that after the Long family successfully takes over everything from the Wen family, they might turn against Xiaoxing. At that time, I hope you can save her life. " Wen Siyuan looked at Mu Lihua, already implying a request for guardianship.

"Great grace?" Wensi Yuan chuckled self-deprecatingly, "If it weren't for my interference, you would probably have avenged your great grievance by now. Do you hate me?"