This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 188 Meng Fan

"Benefactor, please tell me the details. Is the Silent Temple I am looking for related to the ancestral temple?"

The young monk Miaowu followed closely behind and asked a question.

Seeing everyone's gaze fixed on him, Xiao Xingchen felt extremely uneasy, as if sitting on pins and needles. The matter of the ancestral temple involved the deepest secrets of the Great Qian Dynasty. If he were to reveal everything here, the Martial Emperor would certainly not let it go easily, and he feared he would not be able to withstand his wrath.

However, if they remain silent, how can they justify the fabricated stories they made up earlier?

This truly put him in a dilemma, leaving him caught between a rock and a hard place!

"That night at the Great Qian Ancestral Temple, the Dragon Pattern Army was alarmed, and even the Martial Emperor was alerted. I am truly curious about what happened. If you know the inside story, you might as well tell me."

The Crown Prince's words surprised Xiao Xingchen, and he subconsciously glanced at the Crown Prince.

Then he slowly uttered two words: "Immortal Descends!"

"What?" Everyone was shocked and speechless.

That night, immortals descended to the mortal world!

He repeated himself. The Silent Temple, which suppressed evil spirits, was an absolute taboo. He didn't want to court death, so he had to find another way to replace it.

The arrival of an immortal was undoubtedly a groundbreaking piece of news, enough to captivate the attention of everyone present and also to extricate themselves from their predicament.

"An immortal descending to earth? How absurd! How could this be? Why is this happening?"

Wu Xie was the first to show an incredulous expression, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.

What a joke! For immortals from the Nine Heavens to descend to the mortal world is no easy feat.

If there were no earth-shattering events, why would they dare to come into the world? "Is what you say true?" The war commander's eyes narrowed slightly, sharp as a hawk, as if trying to discern the truth from his face.

Xiao Xingchen helplessly shrugged.

"Otherwise, why do you think the Martial Emperor would come in person? That celestial being was like a goddess descending to earth. Though hidden in the mist, he was like a war god descending to earth, looking at me as if I were an ant."

"woman?"

The war commander frowned, his gaze sharp, as he looked at the Left Prime Minister.

"There are only a handful of women in the Jade Heaven who are qualified to descend to the ancestral temple. Could it be one of them? But why would they descend to the ancestral temple? Do you know the reason? What secrets does this ancestral temple hold?"

The Left Prime Minister shook his head.

"I know nothing about this. His Majesty is very secretive about matters concerning the ancestral temple. I didn't even step into the temple gate that day. At that time, we did feel an aura that transcended the mortal world. I thought I was hallucinating. If it really was a celestial being descending, then we had really made a huge mess of things."

"Xiao Xingchen, what brings this celestial being here? Where are my men?"

Seeing this, Wu Xie continued to press for answers.

"How would I know anything about this? The reason I know your people is because they were searching through the Scripture Pavilion. I ran into them there by chance. Everything was calm at the time, but your people somehow triggered something that caused the celestial beings to descend."

This answer left Wu Xie uncertain. Only Xiao Xingchen was present at the time, and his words were the truth, impossible to verify. While everyone discussed the arrival of the immortals, the others held their breath, listening silently, for matters involving the immortals were no small matter. It seemed this ancestral temple definitely had a serious problem.

"Have you seen the Silent Temple, benefactor?"

"The ancestral temple is right there. If there were truly a Silent Temple that worships demons, I think you would have already seen through it. Obviously, there is no temple here that you are looking for, little monk."

"Sure?"

"Absolutely true!"

Xiao Xingchen solemnly assured him, and Miao Wu nodded slightly. After thinking for a moment, he felt that what he said was true. The ancestral temple was only a small place. If it really worshipped demons and evil spirits, it was impossible for so many people not to notice.

"If that's really the case, then wouldn't the ancestral temple be completely safe and sound?"

The Fourth Prince suddenly spoke up. As a prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, he naturally did not want so many people to covet the ancestral temple. In an instant, the scene seemed to be divided into two distinct factions: one was the people of the Great Qian Dynasty, and the other was the people of the various countries.

"The problem certainly exists, but it is not as serious as you think. Perhaps our understanding is flawed. As for the map that Manghuang is looking for, he can go directly to the ancestral temple to look for it. His Majesty will not stop him. Moreover, we do not believe that there is a map of the gods' relics there."

The Left Prime Minister took over the conversation, speaking earnestly and even personally inviting Mang Huang to browse the Sutra Repository, which made Wu Xie and the others frown.

Seeing that their attention was beginning to shift to him, Xiao Xingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, at that moment, a figure descended from the sky like a shooting star, heading straight into the Flower Language Pavilion. With this figure's arrival, a voice boomed like thunder: "You're all wrong! That man lied!"

Before everyone could react, a figure with flowing robes appeared before Xiao Xingchen like a ghost.

This man had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a tall and straight figure like a pine tree, a round cyan belt hanging from his waist, and wore a light blue robe. His hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall. When he stormed in, it was as if countless waves were being stirred up.

"Who?"

Everyone was shocked, because before this person appeared, none of them had noticed him.

Xiao Xingchen clenched his right fist. He had never met this person before, so how could he see through his lie so easily?

He stood up with a solemn expression, met the man's gaze, and prepared to attack.

"Who are you?"

Huangfu Lingxue's beautiful eyes flashed, and she blurted out, "Shuyu, Meng Qianfan!"

"Water area?"

Yan Yi suddenly stood up, her face filled with disbelief. Meng Qianfan slowly turned around, his eyes flashing with cold light, staring directly at Xiao Xingchen like sharp blades.

Under the oppressive force of this cold light, it felt as if a raging storm was crashing directly onto his body.

The power of the sword within Lingtai was unleashed like a volcanic eruption, and an invisible sword aura swirled up from beneath his feet like a whirlwind, instantly filling the air with a chilling and murderous aura.

The two exuded auras like two icebergs about to collide, an invisible yet fierce clash beginning. Xiao Xingchen snorted coldly, secretly pondering that this person's intentions were not good. He racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't understand why Meng Qianfan would show such great hostility towards him.

You have to understand, this person was a very famous figure in his previous life, this really doesn't make sense!

"It really is you. Where is she?"

Upon seeing the power of the battle sword, Meng Qianfan's aura surged like a raging sea, instantly creating a turbulent upheaval within the Flower Language Pavilion, as if countless giant beasts were roaring.

Before Xiao Xingchen could react, a towering wave crashed down like a tiger descending a mountain, directly shattering the defensive swords surrounding him.

His expression changed drastically. This person's strength was beyond his imagination. He was like a fragile piece of paper in front of him, utterly vulnerable.

With a single strike, his battle sword shattered like fragile porcelain; this was an absolute suppression in terms of realm.

This only shows that Meng Qianfan's level of understanding is as high as a mountain, far beyond his comprehension.

Everyone else was also astonished. Everyone present had hidden strength. Wu Xie was even a fourth-level sword immortal and a war general. The Left Prime Minister's fingers trembled slightly, but he quickly restrained the urge to attack.

Yan Yi and Li Jinxian unleashed a powerful aura far exceeding the first level of the Heavenly Realm. This was due to the influence of Meng Qianfan's power, which, like a magnet, attracted the power of everyone present.

Huangfu Lingxue was completely out of control. A dark shadow flashed behind her like lightning. Although it was only for a moment, it was still caught by Meng Qianfan's keen eyes.

However, the instant he shattered Xiao Xingchen's defense, countless sword flowers bloomed like dazzling fireworks, and countless petals fell from the sky like dancing butterflies.

"Falling Flower Sword Rain, Break!"

Invisibly, sword energy bloomed like flowers, poetic and picturesque. Facing the overwhelming force of the surging waves, sword blossoms filled the air, and the two forces collided directly like sparks colliding with Earth.

The control of the two forces was seamless, with no leakage whatsoever. The sword flowers stood in front of Xiao Xingchen like an impregnable wall. The collision between the waves and the sword flowers was like a collision between Mars and Earth, constantly shattering in the void until the waves disappeared without a trace, and only then did the sword flowers begin to fall aside like withered flowers.

Meng Qianfan's exclamation of surprise was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, ringing out for the first time: "A peak fifth-level sword immortal?"

As the rain of swords poured down, Ruoxue's figure appeared before Xiaoxingchen like a fairy descending to earth.

She still smiled radiantly, her lips parted slightly, and her soft words exploded in everyone's ears like thunder: "My Flower Language Pavilion welcomes men, but men who dare to draw their swords right away are not welcome here. If you dare to draw your sword again, I guarantee you will not be able to escape today. Do you believe me?"

She spoke in a gentle tone, yet delivered a domineering threat, causing Meng Qianfan's eyes to narrow sharply like a startled rabbit.

His Thousand Waves technique had acted like a demon-revealing mirror, exposing the true nature of everyone present. At most, the people here were only at the fourth level of the Heavenly Realm. However, he never expected that an inconspicuous courtesan would actually be a peak fifth-level sword immortal. Such strength, and such age, made him gasp. He himself had only just entered the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm and was already the number one young sword immortal in the Water Realm. He never expected that such a person would exist in a small brothel in Yong'an.

Meng Qianfan wasn't the only one stunned into silence; Ruoxue had been by Xiao Xingchen's side like a shadow ever since she entered.

Considering Xiao Xingchen's past behavior, everyone regarded her as a courtesan who used her beauty to please men, and their eyes were filled with contempt when they looked at her.

But the precise control of that falling sword intent, the display of strength above the fifth level, was like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, leaving them momentarily dazed.

When did a courtesan become able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the young prodigies of various countries?

"My apologies, my apologies. I never expected to find such a master in this small Flower Language Pavilion. You have given me a wonderful surprise."

The Left Prime Minister's expression was grave. Ruoxue's sword strike felt like a heavy hammer blow to his heart. There was someone like this hiding right under the noses of the imperial city.

Could there be more? The thought made him feel uneasy. Were all these people gathered here really just for a brothel?

"The Great Qian Yong'an is truly a bottomless pit. A sword immortal at the peak of the fifth level is hidden in a brothel. It is truly unacceptable that Yan Yi and her sister failed to see through it on their first meeting!"

Yan Yi suddenly stood up and, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, slowly walked to Ruoxue, a smile as beautiful as spring flowers blooming on her face, and respectfully bowed.

Ruoxue, like an unapproachable fairy, accepted it so naturally. She merely nodded slightly, then, like a queen surveying the world, looked around.

"You can all go about your business. I have absolutely no interest in you. After all, I am..."

"Stop!"

Xiao Xingchen hurriedly interrupted, and the moment he saw Ruoxue approaching him, he was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, unable to restrain himself any longer.

If these people found out that Ruoxue was working as their maid, wouldn't they go crazy?

Who could be so wealthy as to dare to have a fifth-level sword immortal as a maid?