I Have Countless Legendary Swords!

“Bring them up,” Zhou Xuanji said. After Haotian Boar King left, he had Zhao Congjian take the disciples to train elsewhere.

Xiao Jinghong frowned and said, “How did Meng Tianlang come to know a Great Tribulation Scattered Immortal?”

Meng Tianlang was ranked second on the Great Zhou’s Hero Ranking. Han Shenbo was ranked first, and Xiao Jinghong was ranked third.

Now, Zhou Xuanji was not very interested in him.

“You’ll know once they come up,” Zhou Xuanji calmly replied. If there was a powerful enemy coming to attack, he would sense it.

However, right now he could not sense any danger.

This meant that the person posed no threat to them.

After a while, Haotian Boar King flew up with two people.

One of them was Meng Tianlang. He was not wearing any armor and was instead wearing a simple martial robe, and he had a reserved expression.

The other person looked like he was in his forties. He was dressed strangely, wearing blue clothes and a white cloak. There was a golden crown on his head, which was socketed with a red gem that was as big as a fist.

“Senior… Zhou…” Meng Tianlang said as he cupped his fists, looking quite awkward.

Back when he had first met Zhou Xuanji, Zhou Xuanji was still a tiny child and he did not take him seriously at all.

However, now, Zhou Xuanji had grown and become the Sword Emperor whose name shook the world. He now had to treat him as his senior.

“Sword Emperor, now that I’ve met you, you’re indeed quite elegant and mighty,” the man with the gold crown said as he chuckled, his tone neither overbearing nor servile.

Xiao Jinghong looked at him and asked in a low voice, “Who are you, sir?”

Meng Tianlang looked at Xiao Jinghong with a complicated gaze. He could tell that Xiao Jinghong’s cultivation had already caught up to his. In fact, he might have even surpassed him already.

“My name is Han Daozi, Tianlang’s forefather. I’ve been in hiding for thousands of years and everyone thought I had died, including my descendants,” the man with the golden crown said as he smiled. Hearing this, Xiao Jinghong and Zhao Congjian’s eyes widened, while Beixiao Wangjian looked quite confused.

Who was Han Daozi?

“Didn’t you die at Xian Xianghua’s hands?” Xiao Jinghong asked out of curiosity. Han Daozi’s name had been quite famous—he had once been ninth in the world and had wanted to fight with the number one person of the demonic path, Xian Xianghua, and had fallen in the snowy mountains in the north.

Han Daozi laughed and said, “If I didn’t die, the righteous sects would want to bring my whole clan to fight to the death with the Tanhua Sect. However, my death could protect my clan.”

Back when Xian Xianghua was first in the world, the righteous sects had started a war against her. Anyone who did not participate were listed as evildoers of the demonic path.

Zhou Xuanji and the others had heard of that war.

In Xian Xianghua’s words, a group of ants had overestimated themselves and tried to kill her. If it wasn’t for her magnanimity, she would have long since slaughtered all of the righteous sects.

After that war, the cultivators of the righteous sects madly slandered her, exaggerating her sins.

“Why have you come?” Zhou Xuanji asked calmly. He could sense the spirit energy within Han Daozi’s body—it was as powerful as Lu Tiange’s, meaning that he was also a Great Tribulation Scattered Immortal.

Han Daozi gave a restrained smile and said seriously, “I want to entrust the Han clan’s descendant to you. I’ve heard about you and that you have many geniuses under you; even the Exquisite Sword Mind is willing to follow you, which means that your skills in guidance and teaching are great.”

Meng Tianlan knelt to the ground with a plop and pressed his forehead against the ground.

“Wait! Isn’t his surname Meng? How is he the descendant of the Han clan?” Beixiao Wangjian could not help but ask. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, filled with negativity towards Meng Tianlang.

Back then, Zhou Xuanji had given Meng Tianlang a chance, but it was Meng Tianlang who had broken his promise to come.

Now that Zhou Xuanji’s name resounded throughout the world, he wanted to climb this tall branch?

“His mother was a descendant of the Han clan, and to date, he is the only remaining child of the Han clan. Before, this boy did not know his place and did not keep his promise; he was completely wrong. Hurry up and apologize!” Han Daozi slapped the back of Meng Tianlang’s head as he said in a low voice.

“I apologize…” Meng Tianlang said gloomily as he knelt.

Zhou Xuanji frowned. Despite this, he was not moved.

Perhaps Meng Tianlang’s talent was very good, but he did not like people who did not keep their word.

“I won’t hide this from you—this boy’s Fate is to be the Ten Thousand Year Prince. If this wasn’t the case, I wouldn’t be able to divine his whereabouts. In this world, you have the greatest talent, and if you take him as your disciple, he will be able to soar into the sky and serve your sect in the future,” Han Daozi continued to speak, his tone sincere.

Ten Thousand Year Prince!

Everyone’s expressions changed!

“How is this possible? He’s the Ten Thousand Year Prince? What proof do you have?” Beixiao Wangjian cried out. This entire time, they had thought that Zhou Xuanji was the Ten Thousand Year Prince. How could they easily believe Han Daozi?

Han Daozi smiled as he said, “If you don’t believe it, you can ask Xian Xianghua and Daoya Old Man to come here. With their skills, they will be able to see Tianlang’s Fate. It is like an ocean, completely unrivaled in this world.”

Zhou Xuanji glanced at Xiao Jinghong, signaling him to invite Xian Xianghua and Daoya Old Man.

At that moment, Xian Xianghua appeared next to him out of thin air, followed by Daoya Old Man.

Both of them stared at Meng Tianlang.

“Such boundless Fate… could it be true?” Xian Xianghua’s expression was strange. Back then, she had thought that Zhou Xuanji was the Ten Thousand Year Prince, which was why she had paid so much attention to him. In the end, she had been won over by his charm.

If the Ten Thousand Year Prince had appeared from the start, she might not have ended up following Zhou Xuanji.

Daoya Old Man frowned and said in a low voice, “This boy’s Fate is indeed unbelievable. Even Jihuang Demon Lord did not have such powerful Fate.”

As for Zhou Xuanji, his fate had been changed when he was young, so his Fate did not manifest and was difficult to view.

“If he’s really the Ten Thousand Year Prince, why would you hand him to me?” Zhou Xuanji asked as he looked at Han Daozi.

Because of Xian Xianghua’s appearance, Han Daozi’s expression had become somewhat unnatural, but he covered it up well.

He laughed and said, “In the future, the world will fall into chaos, and I’m aware that I cannot protect him, so I can only leave him to you. Don’t worry, this boy is filled with respect towards you and does not have any ulterior motives.”

Hearing this, Meng Tianlang became red to the ears.

In Great Zhou, the vast majority of people worshipped and revered Zhou Xuanji, including himself. It couldn’t be helped—Zhou Xuanji was too much of a legend.

When a person was stronger than you, you might be jealous, but when he was far stronger than you, to the point that you could barely see his back, you could only feel respect and admiration.

“Let’s go to the summit. I have some things I want to ask you,” Zhou Xuanji said as he got up. After hearing that Meng Tianlang was the Ten Thousand Year Prince, much of his discontent with Meng Tianlang disappeared.

Indeed, the heavens were ‘fair.’ As long as one had good talent, any door would be opened.

If he properly nurtured Meng Tianlang, perhaps he would become a peerless genius like Yang Di in the future.

A blueprint for the future had appeared in his mind.

Just like that, Meng Tianlang joined Skyfall.

Night fell, and Zhou Xuanji, Jiang Xue, Xiao Jinghong, Zhao Congjian, Fenyu Dragon King, and the others were sitting in a stone pavilion, and Meng Tianlang and Han Daozi sat opposite Zhou Xuanji.

“So it’s like that, the Ten Thousand Year Princes need to be awakened as well. However, even if he doesn’t awaken, with his Fate, it’s very difficult for him to die. No wonder he did not die at Master’s hands back then,” Zhao Congjian said as he stroked his chin, and hearing this, Meng Tianlang looked quite awkward.

Lin Changge crossed his arms and coldly harrumphed as he said, “You can’t take him as a disciple. So what if he’s a Ten Thousand Year Prince, he can only be a sword slave. Am I, the Exquisite Sword Mind, any inferior to him?”