Chapter 1: The Steward, Qiu Tian

At this moment, Qiu Tian's gaze no longer held the urgency it once did, for he had already realized that with just these three individuals, he himself likely had no chance of making it out.

"The monk from the northern wilderness, I did not expect you to be here as well," Qiu Tian said coldly, looking at the monk.

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"Dragon Slayer, I didn't expect that your Ming Dynasty would also have its eyes on this Sword Rain Technique," said Shangguan Mu, tugging at his somewhat sharp voice.

With so many powerful forces involved, I, as a solitary individual, find myself feeling somewhat lonely

The dragon-slayer took a step forward, facing the monk who could not be understood, his rugged eyebrows furrowed together

I never expected that, for the sake of the martial arts manual of my Sword Rain Tower, three major forces would intervene all at once. Today, I, Qiu Tian, will fight to the death and must leave some unforgettable marks for the three of you.

In recent years, Sword Rain Tower has consistently engaged in the business of buying lives, offending numerous individuals. In the past, dealing with some minor characters was inconsequential; killing them was merely a matter of course. However, this time they may have kicked a hard board, offending someone they should not have.

Are there still people in the martial world whom even the Sword Rain Tower should not offend? You must be joking

As Qiu Tian spoke halfway, his body suddenly soared into the air. With a push of his foot against the table, he executed a series of rapid movements, "deng deng deng," as he unleashed the Rainfall Without Shadow technique. This technique emphasizes a swiftness akin to a hare in flight. With a twist of his body, energy surged like a spring, and he felt a sudden lightness beneath his feet, propelling him explosively towards the window

The second floor of the Bafang Inn is much quieter compared to the first floor, as there are only two tables occupied, or rather, just two individuals. Although one can still hear the occasional cheers and noise coming from the first floor, these two seem unaffected by it. They quietly sip their drinks. The atmosphere is somewhat stifling in its tranquility.

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Suddenly, a loud and rough voice echoed, accompanied by the sound, a bald man ascended the stairs. This man stood over two meters tall, with a robust muscular build, his chest exposed. When he stood there, he resembled an iron tower. A massive steel knife rested on his shoulder, exuding a fierce aura

In the inn, there was a big-bearded man who, noticing the interest of those around him in his words, eagerly plopped down at the table. Holding a large bowl of wine, he gulped down a few mouthfuls, then wiped his mouth with his large hand, disregarding the wine that clung to his beard, and began to speak animatedly about the so-called "inside information" he claimed to know.

This dragon slayer can be considered a person who appears rough on the outside but is delicate on the inside. When speaking, he knows how to involve the other two major forces to bolster his own confidence

Shangguan Mu sneered and said: "Since you have already discovered it, I will not waste any more words. Hand over the Sword Rain Heart Method, and I will leave you with a complete corpse"

At this moment, Shangguan Mu had already risen, crossing her legs in the air. With both palms forcefully thrust downward, her figure was abruptly elevated by a notch in midair. Then, executing a backflip, her feet landed on the beam of the roof, and her body swiftly flew towards Qiu Tian.

The so-called "Unkillable Monk" refers to someone who cannot die, cannot be extinguished, and cannot be empty. He is a particularly troublesome eccentric in the martial world. Without any sect or affiliation, he possesses a set of skills that are both strange and unpredictable. The number of people who have died under his iron beads in the martial world is countless.

Qiu Tian's lips curled slightly: "Many things, you all..."

"Hehe, Qiu Tian, you truly deserve your position among the Twenty-Four Masters of the Sword Rain Tower. Your insight is indeed sharp, and I admire you for it." The speaker was dressed in a black tight-fitting outfit, remarkably lean, with a face that seemed like human skin stretched over a skull, devoid of any flesh. Qiu Tian glanced at this person and surprisingly revealed a hint of a smile: "So it is Shangguan Mu from the Flying Phoenix Fortress. No wonder you can keep up with me. I suppose the only one in this martial world who can match my Sword Rain Tower's 'Rainfall Without a Trace' lightness skill is your Flying Phoenix Fortress's 'Snow Treading Without a Trace.'"

The saying goes that a desperate soldier is bound to win. Having pushed the enemy to this extent, he has also resolved to go all out, fearless and undaunted

Hehe, this humble monk is quite curious about the secret sword technique of the Sword Rain Tower. Therefore, if you, the benefactor, are willing to hand over the Sword Rain technique to me, I will ensure your safety today. What do you say?

However, Qiu Tian was still dissatisfied with his own speed, thinking to himself, "If it weren't for my injury, I would definitely make that Shangguan Mu unable to keep up with me"

Haha, although I, Chou Tian, am injured, you think you can come here to demand the Sword Rain Heart Method? That is rather a delusion. My Sword Rain Tower has claimed one hundred seventy-three lives, and today, it will begin with you to comfort their spirits in the afterlife. " Chou Tian suddenly rose, channeling his internal energy, and an overwhelming aura surged towards Shangguan Mu. Shangguan Mu's eyes were fixed on Chou Tian, revealing a hint of agitation; in truth, he had long known that this matter would not be so simple.

Damn it, you've only been out here for a few days, what do you know? How many of the real major forces in the world do you recognize? In their eyes, Sword Rain Tower is merely a slightly larger ant.

If the monk does not truly participate today, then it is indeed uncertain whose hands the deer will fall into

For instance, the individual before us hails from another power that is on par with the Flying Phoenix Fortress, known as the "Great Ming Prefecture." Like the Flying Phoenix Fortress, the Great Ming Prefecture is also a formidable force involved in the bloodbath at the Sword Rain Tower.

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Although it lasted for such a long time, it was completed in an instant. Even the monk felt a surge of emotions, thinking, "This rain falls without a trace and this snow treads without a mark truly represents the supreme lightness of skill. Ordinary lightness skills are far inferior."

Then please tell me quickly

It was a sword made of jade, entirely pure white, resembling not a weapon but rather a work of art. At this moment, the sword's edge was pointed directly at the recently retreated Qiu Tian.

Upon seeing this person, Shangguan Mu's expression instantly darkened. The master of Feihuang Fortress had instructed Shangguan Mu before his departure to make use of his unparalleled lightness skill to follow Qingtian without making a move, with the aim of shaking off those who sought to share in the spoils.

That was a flash of sword light, behind which stood a handsome young man dressed in a white shirt. A hawk flipped into the second-floor hall, holding the sword that had just emitted a dangerous signal.

Who would be so bold as to dare to carry out a bloodbath at the Sword Rain Tower

Upon hearing this, the monk Buliang also retracted his earlier smile. Indeed, he could afford to offend these three individuals for the sake of the Sword Rain Heart Method, which could be considered worthwhile. However, the forces behind these three would be a different matter altogether

The monk looked at Qiu Tian with a smile, but his words caused a wave of unease among the other three present

Qingcheng Pavilion! Tulong glanced at the person who had arrived; it was indeed Xiaoyuer from Qingcheng Pavilion. The people of Qingcheng Pavilion, true to their name, are as beautiful as a country and a city.

Upon seeing Qiu Tian's fierce appearance, Shangguan Mu and the other two could not help but frown

Unless absolutely necessary, Master Niao would not choose to become enemies with these three major forces. Master Niao shifted his gaze to Qiu Tian, clearly wanting to see how Qiu Tian would choose.

At noon, the scorching sun bakes this northern border town, with its blue bricks, green tiles, and gray earth roads, while the cicadas' cries disturb the peace. At this hour, the sweltering streets are nearly devoid of pedestrians. A few scattered fruit vendors lazily recline on bamboo chairs behind their stalls, dozing off.

I cannot speak for the monk; matters must be prioritized. If you truly wish to intervene in this affair, then you will have established enmity with both my Ming Prefecture and the Feihuang Fortress, as well as the Qingcheng Pavilion

At a table deep inside the second floor sat a peculiar individual, completely wrapped in a gray garment, with their head also covered, making it impossible to discern their features or age. Only a narrow slit was left open at the top, through which a pair of eyes, bearing a hint of weariness, scrutinized the lean man across from them with a gaze filled with murderous intent. Despite the weariness in their eyes, they were remarkably spirited, as if capable of penetrating into the depths of a person's soul. On the table lay a bowl of wine and a sword, with nothing else present.

The bald man before him was none other than the chief enforcer of the Ming Prefecture, known as the Dragon Slayer. Faced with the sudden appearance of the Dragon Slayer, Qiu Tian's eyelids involuntarily twitched. If it were just Shangguan Mu, he still had some fighting spirit left in him, but with the addition of the Dragon Slayer, Qiu Tian himself had lost much of his confidence.

The monk shouted loudly. However, at this moment, Qiu Tian had already reached the window; as long as he leaped out, among these few people, only Shangguan Mu would be able to keep up with him.

"Hehe, this Sword Rain Heart Method is the supreme internal cultivation martial art in the martial world. Otherwise, how could he, Jian Wushuang, establish the Sword Rain Tower and make numerous forces in the martial world wary of him with just a mere hundred people? Moreover, isn't it precisely this intention that you, Fei Huang Fortress, also have?" Tu Long glanced at Shangguan Mu and said

Feihuang Fortress establishes its presence in the martial world through its unparalleled lightness of foot, moving like a shadow on snow without leaving a trace. In contrast, the Ming Dynasty relies on its domineering and peerless swordsmanship, the Fiery Cross Slash. With grand movements and after achieving mastery, its power is sufficient to split mountains and shatter stones, causing landslides and earthquakes

"You have managed to stay with me for three days, which is quite commendable." The man in the gray shirt suddenly spoke, his voice as weathered as his eyes, yet laced with a hint of menace. He slowly removed his headscarf, revealing a somewhat aged face marked by a striking scar, and his grayish-white hair was somewhat disheveled at that moment

Today is indeed quite lively A charming woman's voice suddenly echoed in the inn

As soon as a voice fell, another person entered through the window. The newcomer was a middle-aged monk, standing nearly two meters tall, yet surprisingly thin, resembling a bamboo pole. He held a long string of prayer beads in his hand, which were made entirely of pure iron. This person was none other than the monk known as Buliang.

Do not let him pass

Qiu Tian simultaneously placed both feet on the window frame, intending to use the leverage to leap into the air once more. However, an unexpected chill suddenly enveloped him, causing Qiu Tian to instinctively retreat, pushing against the door frame with both hands, and he returned to the main hall.

Qiu Tian widened his eyes and stared intently at the enchanting man. Almost everyone present recognized the owner of this sword; in the entire martial world, there was only one person who wielded a pure white jade sword, and that was this individual

Suddenly, a captivating woman, as delicate as if she had no bones, floated in through the window on the second floor. She held a pair of plum blossom thorns in her hand

The Bafang Inn, the only inn in this small town. The first floor of the inn is surprisingly lively, frequented mostly by people from the green forest and rivers. Almost every table is enthusiastically discussing the events of that night three days ago, when the renowned force in the martial world, Sword Rain Tower, was bloodily wiped out.

Upon witnessing this scene, Shangguan Mu was filled with confusion, vaguely sensing that there was some danger at the window. However, he swiftly turned his body, stepping on the wall beside the window, performing a somersault to land on the ground, and suddenly looked up.

Haha, the Sword Rain Tower is indeed imposing; even if it is now left with only you, Qiu Tian, its grandeur remains undiminished from its former days.

A streak of white light flashed past the window, moving with astonishing speed