Chapter 61 – Sword Saint? Sword Demon?

The next morning.

In the lounge on the first floor of the library.

The book-borrowing patrons lowered their heads in quiet reading, the soft rustle of turning pages occasionally punctuating the silence. A few books lay scattered on the table, left haphazardly without being put away in time.

“Tch, could you have some basic decency?”

Qin Yang, who was on duty, furrowed his brow.

He slowly walked over to the desk, picked up the two books, checked their catalog numbers, and prepared to return them to their proper places.

Huu—

A soft snoring sound faintly emanated from his shoulder.

Xiaobai was curled up into a ball, her eyes tightly shut, her eyelashes trembling slightly with each breath. She had clearly fallen into a deep slumber.

“Fallen asleep again.”

Qin Yang glanced at Xiaobai, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Last night, Xiaobai and he had certainly not held back.

She had been so frustrated that she used every illusion technique she knew.

But what was the result?

They had kept at it until late into the night.

Yet Qin Yang’s mental energy showed no signs of depletion.

Instead, Xiaobai was the first to exhaust her mental energy, her eyes rolling back, her small tongue sticking out as she passed out…

Hence, the situation this morning.

Qin Yang checked Xiaobai’s mental state.

Nothing serious, but she would likely be groggy and listless for the entire day.

“With such weak mental energy…”

“What could she possibly use to compete with me?”

Qin Yang taunted shamelessly, feeling utterly satisfied as he walked to the bookshelf and put the books back.

His mental energy was now far more powerful and terrifying than before, easily enveloping the entire library.

With just a slight closing of his eyes.

Every movement within the library transmitted itself into Qin Yang’s mind.

The faint rustling of turning pages, the hushed conversations of patrons, the spider crawling under the table… everything in the world was laid bare before him.

After putting the books away, Qin Yang walked while listening to the nearby discussions.

At that moment.

The conversation in the southeastern section of the first floor caught his attention.

“I heard the Grassland Sword Saint and his disciple have already arrived in Jianghai City.”

“They just got off the plane yesterday. I wonder when they’ll come to challenge our academy…”

“That Huyan Jian looks really fierce. I’m not sure if Senior Sister Li can match him…”

“…”

“I heard the Sword Saint came all the way to Jianghai mainly to challenge Sword God Senior…”

Intermittent snippets of conversation reached him.

Qin Yang was slightly taken aback, unprepared for this news.

The Grassland Sword Saint was already in Jianghai City?

So early?

He had been busy decapitating the Soul Devouring Worm last night and hadn’t paid much attention to the news.

Thinking of this.

Qin Yang quickly pulled out his phone, unlocked the screen, and searched for today’s news.

As soon as he entered the webpage, a series of eye-catching headlines popped up.

[Warmly Welcoming the Grassland Sword Saint and His Disciple to Jianghai…]

The entire page was filled with news related to the Sword Saint. Qin Yang randomly clicked on a link and immediately saw an on-site photo.

In the photo, with an airplane boarding ladder as the backdrop.

All levels of Jianghai City’s leadership were present, their faces beaming with smiles as they surrounded a dark-skinned elderly herdsman in the center, as if surrounding a moon with stars.

Beside this elderly herdsman.

Stood a young man holding a longsword, his expression arrogant and unruly, exuding a fierce aura.

Qin Yang zoomed in on the picture with two fingers, focusing his attention on the center position.

One old, one young.

Without a doubt, these were the Grassland Sword Saint and his disciple.

“They look quite old.”Qin Yang studied the old herdsman in the photo, weathered by the harsh plateau climate, making it impossible to guess his true age.

“Yuwen Xuan, Huyan Jian.”

After glancing at their names, Qin Yang silently committed them to memory.

This Sword Saint had reached the Peak Grandmaster Realm—no one to underestimate.

With his own strength only at the mid-stage, it was best to proceed cautiously.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

After a brief survey, Qin Yang closed the webpage and prepared to slack off at work.

Unexpectedly—

Ding! Emperor-Class Sword Demon detected. Host, please evacuate immediately!

The system’s alert rang out again.

Like an urgent soul-summoning bell, it instantly halted his next move.

Huh?

Sword Demon?

“The system’s giving another risk warning?”

Seeing this, Qin Yang paused briefly, then opened his phone to scrutinize the old herdsman in the photo.

Every being who survived until five hundred years later was a top-tier existence.

And this Grassland Sword Saint, after a century…

Had actually become a Sword Demon dominating one region?!

“Wait, that can’t be right…”

Qin Yang reconsidered and suddenly realized he shouldn’t jump to conclusions.

After all, what appeared before him now were two people—master and disciple!

Was the Sword Demon five hundred years later referring to the current Sword Saint…

Or his disciple?

“True and False Monkey Kings?”

At this thought, Qin Yang couldn’t help cursing the damned system inwardly.

Both master and disciple were possibilities, each with a fifty percent chance—truly hard to say.

However.

This wasn’t a big deal.

After so many experiences, he’d long figured out the system’s quirks.

The so-called Sword Demon absolutely couldn’t be an Emperor-Class existence right now.

What he needed to focus on most was Yuwen Xuan, who was at the Grandmaster-level peak.

Strike while the iron is hot.

Even if it was Peak Grandmaster Realm.

If he used all his trump cards, killing a Peak Grandmaster Realm wasn’t impossible.

If he could defeat him now, he’d surely reap generous rewards!

“Good, old and young, regardless of which of you is the Sword Demon…”

Qin Yang looked down at the photo of the master and disciple, his eyes glinting as he murmured, “I’m definitely claiming these rewards!”

Originally, he hadn’t planned to bother with this Grassland Sword Saint.

But now that the other party had triggered a system alert, he had no choice but to act.

With this in mind, Qin Yang scrolled through his phone, recalling the students’ conversation he’d overheard.

In a few days.

It would be the day the Sword Saint’s disciple challenged Li Zixuan.

The event was crucial, so the Grassland Sword Saint would surely attend in person.

When the time came, he needed to go and properly assess the Grassland Sword Saint’s true strength.

Once the Peak Grandmaster Realm threat was eliminated.

Wouldn’t the rewards belonging to the Sword Demon be his for the taking?

……

……

Meanwhile, inside Sword Valley.

Towering cliffs flanked the valley, carved with crisscrossing sword marks. Fierce winds swept through, and terrifying Sword Intent filled most of the valley.

Two figures arrived with the wind, walking through the valley floor amidst the raging Sword Intent.

“Teacher, how strong is the Sword God?”

Huyan Jian followed behind the Sword Saint, asking quietly.

Under the pressure of the Sword Intent, his face was pale, his breath ragged, and he looked utterly exhausted.

“Very strong, my disciple.”

Yuwen Xuan’s expression was grave. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and sensed every strand of Sword Intent within the valley.”I have wielded the sword for so many years, yet it has been a long time since I last sensed Sword Intent of such caliber.”

After a long while.

He slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time, a fanatical expression appeared on his wooden face, tinged with a hint of madness.

“Excellent…”

“This person’s strength is no less than mine.”

(End of Chapter)