Chapter 6, The Sunset Divine Sword

As the battle continued, the number of black-clad individuals diminished, gradually being encircled by the night patrol soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.

The Persian merchant immediately accepted the silver with a smile and said, "Just right, I often deal with him and have a slight idea of his whereabouts. If the news is not too tight, he will be taking on some business in the East Market."

"Impressive!" The Peng brothers immediately expressed their admiration for the military officer, "What a splendid axe technique!"

Ouyang Xizhao let out a sharp "Hah!" as he drew his four-foot-long sword, which slowly traced a circular arc. The broad blade of the sword suddenly emitted a resounding "Zheng," and the entire sword radiated a dazzling brilliance akin to the sun. In an instant, the figures of the three men in black seemed to melt into this sword light.

"We will talk about it later, we will talk about it later," Li said impatiently

Peng Wuwang was also good at storytelling, but at this moment he was in a hurry to leave, so he could only say: "Old Master Ouyang, during my next visit, I will certainly report the entire sequence of events truthfully."

Peng Wuwang hurriedly said: "Fourth brother, do not speak too much, lest we become a laughingstock. Let us go." The two brothers turned and left in a rush.

You will come to collect it tomorrow; I will keep the glass pieces here for now said Li with a look of impatience

The residence of the Guanzhong Sword Sect indeed exudes an imposing presence, with its grand gates and courtyards. The architecture is simple yet dignified, subtly revealing an air of solemnity befitting a sect leader. The main gate is entirely cast in brass, showcasing extraordinary grandeur. At the entrance, two bronze lions stand with bared fangs and claws, fierce and powerful, instilling a sense of reverence. The Peng brothers felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation as they stepped onto the steps leading to the dojo.

The furnishings in the low-roofed house are exceedingly simple, completely unlike the residence of the renowned master craftsman, Master Li.

"I never expected that you, a Persian outsider, would actually know the name of the Qingfeng Hall Master," Peng Wuju cleared his throat and said

Suddenly, a series of whistles sounded, and a dozen or so night travelers, wearing black hats and dressed in black clothing, with long swords at their waists, appeared on the surrounding walls

As they spoke, the group had already arrived at Yongyangfang, located in the southwest corner of Chang'an. Within the square, there were numerous taverns, but few merchants; most were residents, creating a lively atmosphere filled with the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking. Li Du arrived at an unremarkable courtyard, where a few towering white birch trees were planted in front, lending an air of tranquility. Li Du stood at the entrance for a moment, and everyone assumed he was about to push the door open. To their surprise, he turned to the side and walked into the low house adjacent to the courtyard.

The military officer with the surname Cheng did not pause for a moment, continuing to guard his chest with the left axe while extending the right axe forward, lifting the axe handle as if executing a move from swordsmanship known as "Antelope Horns" to stab at another man in black. The man in black attempted to block this move with his long sword, aiming to deflect it outside, but he missed entirely and was struck in the throat by the axe handle, dying on the spot

The military officer with the surname Cheng angrily shouted: "Grandsons, you run away so quickly; your grandfather Cheng will teach you a lesson another day"

"Guan Zhong Ouyang Xizhao is here, Qingfeng Hall, do not act recklessly!" A thunderous roar echoed in the ears of the crowd

At this moment, the quick-witted Peng Wuwang had already intercepted a Persian merchant selling exotic goods, and he awkwardly inquired in a Beijing accent: "May I ask, do you have any purple-black glass pieces for sale"

At this moment, the Peng brothers had already arrived in front of Ouyang Xizhao, and they clasped their fists together in unison, saying: "Thank you, esteemed elder, for your assistance"

Peng Wuju hurriedly snatched the purple-black glass shard from Peng Wuwang's hand and handed it to Li Du, saying: "Master Li, I hope you can cut this glass shard into two pieces and then create a silver frame so that I can wear it on my face"

Li's expression changed, and he said, "Is that all?"

Upon mentioning the Master of the Qingfeng Hall, everyone shuddered. The Master of the Qingfeng Hall is a mysterious figure with extraordinary martial arts skills. He once assisted Xue of Xiliang in an assassination attempt against Li Shimin, who was then the King of Qin and later became Emperor Taizong of Tang. It was only through the desperate protection of the fierce generals of the Tian Ce Mansion and the Shaolin monks who accompanied Li Shimin on his campaign that the attempt ultimately failed. However, this incident left Li Shimin severely injured, leading to the first significant defeat of his life.

Suddenly, three piercing screams were heard, and the three advancing assassins fell from the wall, spinning in the air, their bodies drenched in blood, unaware of how many swords had pierced them

After the leader of the Qingfeng Hall unleashed his sword energy, realizing that the situation was beyond salvage, he immediately retreated calmly. However, three to five of the Thirteen Staff Monks had already been injured under his sword, and countless fierce generals from the Tian Ce Mansion had also suffered casualties

"Good, good, good, heroes emerge from youth. After this escort mission, the Flying Tiger Escort Agency will gain fame in the martial world, which is not far off. hetushu.com.com." After Ouyang Xizhao finished speaking, he waved his hand and added, "Quickly bring it here."

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"What is it, is there a problem?" Li Du immediately asked, puffing out his cheeks and glaring.

Peng Wuju felt indignant in his heart, yet he did not dare to defy his elder brother's words, so he had no choice but to hand the flying money to the Persian merchant

There is no other choice but to take a look at the East Market

A waiter approached briskly, holding a tray. Ouyang Xizhao took a flying note of five hundred taels of gold from the tray and said: "The five hundred taels of gold flying note from the Zhenguan Bank is the remainder of the escort silver. Please accept it graciously"

The group of black-clad individuals couldn't help but exclaim in unison. The single-edged sword in Peng Wuwang's hand suddenly surged with a brilliant light, causing the black-clad opponent he was engaged with to let out a terrible scream, collapsing weakly to the ground, exhaling a breath with a "poof" sound, and falling over. It turned out that he had been struck on the crown of his head by the back of Peng Wuwang's sword, rendering him unconscious.

"Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship!" shouted the warrior with the surname Cheng, who was engaged in battle. "Damn it, I have opened my eyes today."

"No, no, hehe. We just want to ask you to make a silver rack for us." Peng Wuju, fearing to offend Master Li, quickly changed the subject

The Peng brothers returned to the Feihu Escort Agency's Chang'an branch to tend to their injured comrades and purchase medicine. In the blink of an eye, three to four days had passed. During these days, everyone's condition had improved, and spirits were high, as they had successfully protected the cargo on this trip, earning a total of one thousand taels of gold in escort fees, with each person receiving a substantial bonus. Having finally arrived in Chang'an, how could they let this opportunity go to waste? On this day, with clear skies and gentle breezes, Peng Wuwang and Peng Wujue, accompanied by twenty to thirty escort members, were guided by local permanent escorts to explore the streets and alleys of Chang'an.

"Elder brother, what should we do?" Peng Wuju asked

In Yongyangfang, a blaze illuminated the night, and Li Du's low house had already become an inferno. In the courtyard beside the house, several black-clad figures lay sprawled on the ground, some riddled with countless arrows, while others were foaming at the mouth, their faces ashen, clearly victims of a potent poison. Numerous night patrol soldiers, led by a burly general wielding dual axes, were engaged in a desperate battle against dozens of skilled black-clad assailants.

Peng Wuwang felt a surge of spirit upon hearing the sound, swiftly spinning his single knife to block the fierce attacks from three black-clad men working together. Then, he leaned forward, transferring the knife to his left hand, and with a flick of his left index finger, the knife began to spin rapidly. The cold glint of the blade flashed between the waists of the three black-clad men, simultaneously severing their belts. Amid a series of startled cries, the three black-clad men found themselves in a state of utter disarray, and within a short time, they fell victim to the blades of the military officer and Peng Wuku.

"Silver frame, hmm, how big?" Li Du assumed the demeanor of a master, "I see that you have been searching for me tirelessly all day. With sincere effort, I have finally come forward. I believe this silver frame must be of great use. Rest assured, I, Li Du, am not a difficult person. If it is for urgent needs, I can consider reducing the fees accordingly"

The Peng brothers instructed the local resident bodyguards to lead the escort team back to the Chang'an branch. The two brothers, accompanied by their capable subordinates Xia Biao and Liu Jinsong, swiftly navigated through the crowd following Li Du.

The Flying Tiger Escort Bureau set sail northward, and after three to five days of traveling by water, they arrived at the world-renowned city of Chang'an. At this time, Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, had established the White Horse Alliance with the Turkic Khagan, temporarily alleviating external threats. Chang'an had also reduced its taxes for another year, flourishing in various industries, with the people living in peace and contentment, and the streets bustling with prosperity. Although Emperor Taizong advocated frugality and strictly prohibited large-scale construction, since the era of Emperor Gaozu of Tang, Li Yuan, including Emperor Wen of Sui, Yang Jian, and Emperor Yang of Sui, Yang Guang, many palaces had been built in Chang'an. Chang'an was home to many renowned craftsmen, and as the capital of multiple dynasties, each emperor had devoted considerable effort to its construction, making Chang'an's splendor unparalleled in the world. Since the Tang dynasty, the architectural style had shifted from the simplicity and elegance of the Wei and Jin dynasties to a more passionate, flamboyant, and exquisite style, creating a scene of joyous revelry in Chang'an, making one feel as if they were in paradise. Since the Tang dynasty, the architectural style had shifted from the simplicity and elegance of the Wei and Jin dynasties to a more passionate, flamboyant, and exquisite style, creating a scene of joyous revelry in Chang'an, making one feel as if they were in paradise.

"You dare to cause trouble in the Qingfeng Hall of Rini Bird? Do you think this is a lawless time in Chang'an? Today, I will let you experience the three axes of your grandfather Cheng. We will settle both new and old accounts together" the leading military officer bellowed.

"Where is Li?" A gloomy voice emerged from the mouth of a killer from the Dragon Subduing Sect, who was holding a *picture* book.

Peng Wuju shouted, "It can't be that expensive, right? Ten taels of gold is something we earn with great effort. How about this! What if we settle for five taels?"

As the crowd was reveling and drinking heartily, the usually quiet and orderly city of Chang'an suddenly erupted like a boiling pot, with panicked cries echoing everywhere: "Fire! Fire!" Moreover, the patrolling soldiers shouted loudly, "The Qingfeng Hall has entered the city, the Qingfeng Hall has entered the city!" Then, from the southwest corner of the city, a thunderous roar suddenly resounded, and the astonishing flames illuminated the Chang'an substation, instantly overshadowing the bright candlelight within.

"Where are we going?" Peng Wuwang asked repeatedly

The leader of the black-clad men, engaged in a fierce battle, immediately exclaimed upon their arrival, "Brothers from the Dragon Subduing Hall, just in time, come quickly to support us"

The crowd had circled around the East Market several times, yet they could not gather any news about Li Du. It was only when the sun began to set in the west that they decided to return home. Just as the Peng brothers were walking out of the East Market, feeling dejected, a thin, short man with a protruding belly approached them and whispered, "Are you all looking for Li Du?"

"Mr. Li, do you live here?" Peng Wuju asked, his face filled with disbelief

"Yes!" The dozen or so killers from the Dragon Subduing Sect responded in unison, leaping down from the wall together to join the fray

The Persian merchant immediately smiled broadly, quickly stowing away the flying money. He took out a piece of exquisite glass from the deepest part of his goods pouch and said: "This piece of glass is a treasured gem of mine. If you can find the skilled craftsman Mr. Li Du, he can split it into two pieces and then create a silver frame to wear on your face. Not only will it conceal your identity, but it will also add an air of sophistication"

"Are you Mr. Li Du?" Peng Wuwang asked hastily

The seven-star swordsmen were astonished by the miraculous axe techniques of the military officer, hastily brandishing their swords to protect their vital points. The military officer, seizing the advantage, raised both axes and struck down at one person. Midway through the attack, he suddenly flicked his wrist, and the axes astonishingly changed direction, transforming from a downward strike into a sweeping motion, resembling the dual peaks striking the ears in boxing, aimed at the neck of the man in black. With a sound of "puff," a head the size of a large bowl was severed. The military officer, seizing the advantage, raised both axes and struck down at one person. Midway through the attack, he suddenly flicked his wrist, and the axes astonishingly changed direction, transforming from a downward strike into a sweeping motion, resembling the dual peaks striking the ears in boxing, aimed at the neck of the man in black. With a sound of "puff," a head the size of a large bowl was severed

Peng Wuju let out a startled cry as a sword struck his shoulder. Peng Wuwang hurried to his side, wielding his long knife in the defensive technique of Mist Concealment and Cloud Dragon, desperately parrying the sword strikes coming from all directions.

Upon raising my eyes to observe his face, I could not help but be slightly taken aback. I saw that Ouyang Xizhao was less than five feet tall, with a round head and a round face, white hair yet a youthful appearance, a charming smile, and a face glowing with health, which was quite comical and amusing, completely devoid of any semblance of the dignity and grandeur expected of a senior elder.

"Is this the Sunset Sword Technique?" the military officer with the surname Cheng asked in surprise

"Kill!" With a sharp whistle from the leader of the Dragon-Slaying Sect, three assassins charged towards Ouyang Xizhao from three different directions. The three swords gleamed brilliantly, leaving a dazzling trail, which was indeed a sight to behold; however, the sword techniques they unleashed were as fierce as a tiger descending the mountain, extremely ruthless.

"Third Brother, what should we do?" Peng Wuju asked anxiously

"Hehe, I have been living in the capital for several years, completely enchanted and forgetting my homeland. The culture of the Celestial Empire has deeply penetrated my heart, deeply penetrated my heart." After saying this, the Persian merchant hurriedly turned and left.

The Peng brothers stared at each other in astonishment, left speechless by the scolding

Peng Wuju had long been captivated by the beauty of the Persian woman; had it not been for his fear of the might of Third Brother, and the recollection of the sternness of Elder Brother Peng Wuji, he would have already spent all his gold to purchase several beautiful women.

The Persian merchant turned to leave, but was abruptly stopped by Peng Wuwang: "Trying to slip away? At this moment, he is being pursued by the Qingfeng Hall, and you still say the situation is not urgent? Want to earn my money for nothing? Dream on!"

Peng Wuwang carefully tucked the flying money into his bosom and secretly sighed: This escort mission has finally been completed, and this money was earned with my life. Several of the porters suffered poisonous injuries and nearly lost their lives. Just for this reason alone, these five hundred taels of gold are truly well-deserved.

"Listen, Qingfeng Hall is conducting business here. Those who are unrelated should quickly step aside, otherwise there will be no mercy under the sword." A man in black, who appeared to be the leader, shouted sternly.

The Peng brothers suddenly turned around and looked at the man, unable to suppress their astonishment: this fellow has an exceptionally large head. It turns out that although this man is of short stature, he possesses a head as large as a pumpkin, which is quite striking

Such a powerful sword aura! Although not at the forefront, Peng Wuwang still felt the overwhelming and majestic sword energy that filled the heavens and the earth

"Good." Faced with this master, Peng Wuju no longer dared to negotiate the price.

Peng Wuwang exerted all his strength to barely fend off all the incoming sword strikes, breaking out in a cold sweat. The sword techniques of these men in black were not only astonishingly fast, but their sword lights flashed like lightning, dazzling the eyes and leaving one utterly defenseless. The assassins of the Qingfeng Hall and the Dragon Subduing Sect truly lived up to their reputation.

Ouyang Xizhao said kindly: "The two young brothers must not have had their meal yet. Why not have it here before you leave"

Ouyang Xizhao smiled and said: "Indeed, indeed, loyalty comes first, and it should be so. This young man must be visiting Chang'an for the first time; when you have time, I will have a few of my disciples take you around. By the way, by the way, this escort mission has resulted in your escort agency losing personnel; it must have been fraught with danger. I am getting old and seldom venture into the martial world, but I do enjoy hearing about the extraordinary tales from the Jianghu. When you have the opportunity, I must invite you two young brothers to recount the details of this escort mission."

Peng Wuju still wanted to argue his case, but Peng Wuwang intervened and said: "Forget it, Fourth Brother, ten taels is no big deal, just give it to him and let it go. This is not Qingzhou, let's not cause any trouble."

Peng Wuwang said to his fourth brother: "Old Four, didn't Second Brother give you twenty taels of gold to buy that glass piece? Don't forget."

However, this military officer once again brandished his double axes in a wild dance. After a short while, he executed these three moves again, and after another short while, he repeated them once more. At first, these three moves were indeed marvelous, but soon after, the group of black-clad individuals had already taken note of these three moves, rendering them ineffective. The military officer immediately found himself in a predicament.

Strangely, these men in black kill anyone they encounter, sparing not even their own people who were originally here. In the blink of an eye, all the assassins from the Cheetah Guild were killed by their own. Many died with their eyes wide open, unaware of why they had fallen victim to such treachery

Li was so angry that he pounded his chest and stamped his feet, shouting: "You could just find an ordinary craftsman for such a trivial skill! Why call on me? Do you have any idea how much danger I face by showing myself? Right now, I am being hunted by the Qingfeng Hall, and you want me to come out to make a pair of sunglasses—no, no, that is, a glass mirror? The young people nowadays really do not understand the gravity of the situation."

"Very well, we will discuss these matters later. There are many ears here; let us talk in my place in detail" Li Du said hurriedly

Returning to the Chang'an branch, it was already the second watch of the night. The local bodyguards in Chang'an were hosting a grand banquet to celebrate their successful escort of the world's number one cargo. The bodyguards who participated in the escort sat in the center, animatedly recounting the heroic deeds of the Peng brothers, while the bodyguards from the Chang'an branch listened with rapt attention. Witnessing such a lively scene, the Peng brothers were naturally excited. Peng Wuwang quickly took over the storytelling role, vividly narrating the sights and experiences from this escort mission. Meanwhile, Peng Wuju was voraciously eating at the table, his exaggerated mannerisms causing those who saw him to burst into laughter. Witnessing such a lively scene, the Peng brothers were naturally excited. Peng Wuwang quickly took over the storytelling role, vividly narrating the sights and experiences from this escort mission. Meanwhile, Peng Wuju was voraciously eating at the table, his exaggerated mannerisms causing those who saw him to burst into laughter.

Mr. Li has had an accident! Peng Wuwang suddenly stood up

The Persian merchant hurriedly smiled and said: "My lord, please spare my life. Mr. Li possesses extraordinary abilities, and ordinary assassins from the Qingfeng Hall cannot approach him at all, unless... unless it is the chief assassin of the Qingfeng Hall, or one of the four elders, or perhaps the leader of the Qingfeng Hall"

Peng Wuju wielded his dual blades with a flourish, exuding an aura of ferocity. However, it was Peng Wuwang's swordsmanship that immediately captivated the audience. With a single sweep of his blade, he executed the move "Dancing Dragon and Phoenix" with such grace that he engaged each of the black-clad figures present in a continuous exchange of strikes. His movements were indeed swift as the wind, rapid as lightning, light as a feather, and steady as Mount Tai, embodying the essential principles of the Cloud Dragon Sword Technique: precision, speed, and lightness.

Peng Wuju did not hesitate to reach into his pocket and pull out one or two silver coins, tossing them into the palm of his hand: "Speak quickly!"

"Hmph, worthless. The members of the Cheetah faction are truly a disgrace to the organization. Kill them all, leave not a single one!" said the leader in a cold, grim voice.

This is merely one of the many outstanding deeds of the leader of the Qingfeng Hall. In the world of rivers and lakes, anyone who hears the name of the Qingfeng Hall leader cannot help but change color. It is said that in the marketplace, the mere mention of the Qingfeng Hall leader's name can stop a child from crying at night, which illustrates his formidable power

"Let’s go!" Peng Wuwang shouted loudly and charged forward. Peng Wuke closely followed behind, joining the fray

At this moment, the mention of this name by the Persian merchant still evokes a chilling sensation

Although this battle was the only failure of the leader of the Qingfeng Hall, it nonetheless greatly enhanced his reputation. In order to appease the hearts of the guards, Emperor Taizong Li Shimin strictly ordered the historians not to record this incident in the annals. However, the legends surrounding this battle circulated widely in the martial world

Before long, only the Peng brothers and the military officer with the surname Cheng remained in the arena, while the others had all been slaughtered.

Fortunately, the Shaolin staff monks formed a staff formation, trapping him in the center. Master Wuliang engaged him fiercely with a purple bamboo staff, while Duke Wei, Li Jing, assisted with a long spear, attacking from behind. The thirteen staff monks and Li Jing exerted all their strength to halt the sharp offensive of the Master of Qingfeng Hall. However, the sword energy of the Master of Qingfeng Hall had already penetrated through all the experts, striking King Qin, Li Shimin, causing him to spit blood and become injured, rendering him unable to command the army

He fled outside the city. This fellow is ruthless, having injured over twenty of our brothers with the concealed weapon in his hand

"Li Xiaotian! Lei Yechang! Gu Tianya? ... This. ..." While Ouyang Xizhao was in a daze, the Peng brothers had already walked far away

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Peng Wuwang's heart was like an arrow longing to return; he did not wish to say much. Just as he was about to take his leave again, he was abruptly pushed aside by Peng Wuju. In a flash, Peng Wuju darted in front of Ouyang Xizhao and said: "To let the esteemed elder Ouyang know, this escort mission has been fraught with dangers and is extremely perilous. Ah, by the way, San Ge tells stories the best; let him share one."

"Ten taels of gold, a fixed price," Li Du said indignantly

Peng Wuju said: "Exactly."

"Alright, I see you are still stubborn!" the leader in black shouted angrily, "Seven Star Sword Master, draw your seven swords and finish him off first." Immediately, the light of the swords surged, and seven men in black surrounded the military officer.

"Good, good, good, hahaha! The escort I've been waiting for has finally arrived." Ouyang Xizhao did not utter a single polite remark, yet everyone could feel his warmth and enthusiasm, "Hurry, hurry, hurry, let me take a look, let me take a look"

Peng Wuju slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Yes! How could I forget such a good thing! Third Brother, let's go right away to that place, what was it called? That's right, it's called Yongle Square!"

Peng Wuwang shook his head and said, "This time, several brothers were injured and are bedridden. We still need to go and take care of them, so we must part ways here."

Peng Wuwang hurriedly asked, "How can I find the skilled craftsman Li Du?"

The military officer shouted in anger, disregarding the dazzling sword lights all around him, and suddenly executed a move called "Force Splitting Mount Hua" with his axe. This move reminded Peng Wuwang of a similar technique used by Gu Tianya with a willow branch. The axe technique was indeed fierce and powerful; with just one strike, it split a Seven Star Sword wielder in two.

Peng Wuju said: "Indeed, next time, we must thoroughly recount the heroic deeds of Third Brother's battle against Li Xiaotian, Lei Yechang, and Gu Tianya."

At that time, the leader of the Qingfeng Hall, dressed in a green robe and wearing a green handkerchief to cover his face, held a Qinghong sword in his hand. He appeared as if a demonic god had descended to the world. His strikes were as swift as thunder and lightning, as fast as the wind, as fierce as a tiger, as precise as a measurement, and as steady as a mountain. Among the generals of the Tiance Mansion, only Duke Wei Li Jing, the Red Whip Woman Zhang, Cheng Zhijie, and Qin Shubao could barely withstand one or two of his moves during their confrontation, while the others were defeated immediately upon contact.

The wind was tense? At that time, apart from himself, no one knew where he was.

The Persian merchant nodded slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, ten taels of gold"

"I already have such a strong feeling here, I wonder how those assassins will... ?" Peng Wuju quietly bandaged his wounds and said softly, "Third Brother, I didn't expect this old man to seem inconspicuous, yet he is so formidable!"

As they entered Chang'an, the members of the Feihu Escort Agency, who hailed from the countryside, were truly amazed; everything they saw and heard was a rare spectacle in their lives. Peng Wuju was somewhat accustomed to it, having visited Chang'an a few times before. However, Peng Wuwang was utterly dazzled, lost in a daze and unaware of his surroundings. The escort agency relied solely on Peng Wuju to lead the way, pointing and discussing along the route, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the Zhen Guan Bank in Chang'an. Opposite the Zhen Guan Bank was the Mingxia Martial Arts Hall, the training ground of the Guanzhong Sword Sect, which was the destination requested by Ouyang Xizhao of the Sunset Sword. Peng Wuju instructed his subordinates to unload the one million taels of silver from the wealthy merchant Duan Baiwan at the Zhen Guan Bank, and then he, along with Peng Wuwang, proceeded to the Mingxia Martial Arts Hall.

The Yongle Square was teeming with people, filled with peculiar individuals from foreign lands dressed in strange attire. There were merchants from the Great Food region, itinerant traders from the South Sea, wandering samurai from the Eastern Japan, and traveling merchants from Persia. Many Persian merchants brought enchanting and captivating Persian beauties from their homeland, loudly advertising them in the slave market. The goods of the South Sea itinerant traders were particularly eye-catching, consisting of South Sea pearls that could only be harvested by the pearl divers of that region. The exotic treasures of the Great Food merchants were also a dazzling array, overwhelming the senses.

Ouyang Xizhao did not keep the Peng brothers waiting for long. Upon hearing that the person who held the title of the best in the world had arrived, he immediately set everything aside and rushed over. As soon as he entered the room, Peng Wuwang felt a chilling sword aura rushing towards him. This was not due to any murderous intent harbored by Ouyang Xizhao, but rather the undeniable presence of a swordsman. Peng Wuwang immediately felt a deep respect, for this fierce and profound sword aura indicated that the master possessing it had already reached the innate realm, where heaven and man are in harmony, moving with ease and grace.

"I am getting old, getting old," Ouyang Xizhao sighed, "These grandsons run faster than rabbits, and with my old bones, I really can't keep up anymore"

"Damn it, what a mess. Here I am, single again today." The military officer with the surname Cheng muttered incessantly.

Then what if the wind is strong? asked Peng Wuwang

The Persian merchant, enraged, said: "Five taels? You may keep it for yourself! We Persians have traveled thousands of miles, enduring great hardships to deliver the goods to the capital. We are also working tirelessly to earn a living. Ten taels is already very fair!"

A diminutive figure, standing less than five feet tall, appeared atop the western wall, wielding a broad sword measuring four feet in length, exuding an imposing presence; it was Ouyang Xizhao

"Today, in light of the Golden Mask of the Divine Sword of Guanzhong, what does it matter if we let them go?" The leader of the Dragon Subduing Sect shouted, and a dozen assassins executed a coordinated attack with a sword technique characterized by interwoven beams of light. Before long, a net of light formed by the long swords ensnared the Peng brothers and the military officer surnamed Cheng at the outer gate. Ouyang Xizhao recognized this sword technique as a formation specifically designed to deal with experts, and did not dare to recklessly pursue them, instead watching helplessly as the assassins vanished from sight.

As if a nightmare had descended, the long swords in the hands of the more than ten assassins emitted a dazzling and blinding light. The numerous swords wove a veritable net of death, descending upon the crowd. The patrolling soldiers, momentarily dazzled and disoriented, fell one after another under the ruthless and vicious swordsmanship of these assassins

Such pure sword energy! Peng Wuwang thought to himself, Ouyang Xizhao, as a senior member of the Guanzhong Sword Sect, truly lives up to his reputation

The Persian merchant glanced around a few times and whispered, "Mr. Li has recently offended the assassins of the Qingfeng Hall and is currently hiding from them, making it difficult to find him." After speaking, his shifty eyes darted around quickly

Peng Wuwang respectfully took the "Number One Record in the World" from Peng Wuju and handed it to Ouyang Xizhao, saying: "We, the younger generation, are fortunate not to have failed our mission and present the original item. The Number One Record in the World has not been touched by anyone since the day it was entrusted to the bodyguard until now"

"Mr. Li may have been attacked by the people from Qingfeng Hall, and it might be related to us. Mr. Li is a good person; we cannot stand by and do nothing. Let us go." Peng Wuwang grabbed a single saber and rushed out the door. Peng Wujue quickly armed himself with dual sabers and followed him out.

A few disciples of the Guanzhong Sword Sect, stationed at the gate, saw the two approaching and quickly came forward to greet them. After exchanging a few words, upon realizing they were from the Pengmen Escort Agency, they promptly treated them as esteemed guests and extended a warm welcome. Several of them hurried inside to inform the leaders of the Guanzhong Sword Sect. Before long, the two brothers were led into the inner hall, the reception room of the Mingxia Daoist Temple, where they sat in chairs made of sandalwood, savoring the fine tea served by the attendants, patiently awaiting the arrival of Ouyang Xizhao.

The prosperity of the East Market is even more exhilarating. Not only are there all kinds of peculiar and rare items available, but there are also famous snacks from various regions and luxurious restaurants specializing in local delicacies, truly a paradise for the wealthy. Peng Wuwang desperately held down Peng Wuqu's hands to prevent him from spending recklessly. However, the bodyguards under him could no longer resist the various temptations, and large amounts of silver were carelessly thrown into this largest den of iniquity in Chang'an City