Book 1: Chapter 4: A Good Day

It’s a good day, a long journey with song and wine.

Every time he went down the mountain, Bai Qiuran felt a lot more relaxed.

Although he was already aloof, he always felt a bit above Qingming Sword Sect. Now he left the sect and stayed away from the mountain, Bai Qiuran was finally able to be a pure Bai Qiuran, not Bai Qiuran the ancestor of Qingming Sword Sect.

There were ten kingdoms in the Gu Province, and the kingdom which the Qingming Mountain located was called Shangxuan. All the materials Bai Qiuran ưas looking for this time could be found in the territory of the Shangxuan Kingdom.

After going down from Qingming Mountain, Bai Qiuran bypassed the Hanging Sword town and then walked towards the area controlled by the royal family of the Shangxuan Kingdom. Although he could not ride the sword, by his own strength, Bai Qiuran could still achieve the same speed as sword flight, but he did not like that.

For three thousand years, Bai Qiuran has already lost the feeling of hurriedness or impatience to complete the task. This time he went down the mountain not only as a trip to collect materials but also as a journey.

So instead of rushing to get on the road, he went to the nearest town under Qingming Mountain, bought a horse, and then leisurely traveled along the official road of Shangxuan Kingdom.

But after a short walk, Bai Qiuran was blocked on the road by a group of bad-looking gangsters.

“Excuse me …”

Facing this group, he quickly analyzed and knew their strengths were about the middle of the Forging stage, the strongest was the man in the late Forging stage. He asked with a gentle smile:

“Why do you stop me here? Is there any request?”

“Request?”

Several big men surrounded him in groups, and the one headed out showed the big sword with the copper ring in his hand and licked his tongue greedily.

“That is, when we see you, we think you are the son of a noble family, thus we want to borrow some money.”

“Is this robbing?”

Bai Qiuran said with a smile:

“Everyone, if I remember correctly, this is the official way of Shangxuan Kingdom.”

“What about official ways?”

Those robbers laughed:

“The Emperor is now in critical condition. The soldiers stationed in this official way have long been transferred. If you don’t give money to us, even the immortal can’t save you today.”

Does the situation in the Shangxuan Kingdom become so serious nowadays?

Looking at the bandits who were laughing around, Bai Qiuran thought silently in his heart.

He remembered that when he came down the mountain hundreds of years ago, Shangxuan Kingdom was still a peaceful country, and the people lived in harmony.

The Gu Province and nearby areas were all protected by the Qingming Sect, and there was no sect that would dare to come to attack the Qingming Sect.

The local breeds of demons and monsters were generally dealt with by the Qingming Sect disciples who traveled down the mountain, so generally, there were only two reasons that could make Gu Province fall into chaos.

Mutual wars between the ten nations, or chaos caused by battles for power among nobles.

Things like this are generally ignored by Qingming Sword Sect. After all, as a cultivation sect, Qingming Sword Sect was still seeking the ascension, not the power of the mortal world. The changing of the rulers was something that the Qingming Sect did not need to pay attention to, and tried their best not to pay attention to it.

“Cultivators do not involve the struggle of mortal forces” This was the teaching of Qingming Taoist to Bai Qiuran and others, which he passed down all along.

However, encountering robbers and thieves on the road was a different matter. The battle between the powers of Shangxuan’s nobles was their own business, but these bandits would harm every innocent who passes this road, thus when encountering such people, disciples of Qingming Sword Sect have always done their best.

Thinking of this, Bai Qiuran still kept a smile on his face, but his right hand quietly held the sword handle around his waist, and his thumb gently pushed out a blade.

The blade has not come out the scabbard, yet everyone felt chill. Seeing Bai Qiuran’s movements, the gangsters realized his intention of resisting, so they also raised the weapon in their hands.

But at this moment, someone suddenly sounded.

“Stop it!”

A figure flew over from behind, kicked the closest bandit, then landed on the ground.

The bandits were frightened apart, and they were alert to Bai Qiuran and the coming person, while Bai Qiuran looked at the person who came.

That was a teenager about 15-16 years old, with fair skin, a handsome face, and black hair. He had a man’s hair bun behind his head and tied it with a white square scarf. He was wearing a white knight’s gown embroidered with a flowing cloud pattern, holding a three-foot sword in his hand, looked like the child of a noble family.

At this moment,