Remould the Glory of Sword Art

About the identity of Xie Zhen.

Tang Fengshu actually harbored doubts, and she remembered very clearly that upon their first meeting, Xie Zhen had called her "Pavilion Master".

But this suspicion really made no sense.

She was the dignified Master of World Pavilion.

Being recognized by others was nothing out of the ordinary.

However, once the seeds of doubt in Tang Fengshu's heart were sown, they never settled. She even asked Chen Jingxuan before parting...

Chen Jingxuan had given her a detailed profile of his identity.

This Xie Zhen had nothing special about him, just a mountain-dwelling loose cultivator with above-average talents, and that was all.

"I..."

Deng Baiyi was silenced by the sharp rebuke.

For a moment, she didn't know how to explain herself.

After a short pause.

Deng Baiyi sincerely said, "Regarding 'Xie Zhen,' I truly know very little; I do not know where he learned his magic nor why he would rescue the Deng Family... All I know is that he has done me a great kindness."

Tang Fengshu stared at Deng Baiyi.

For a long time.

Master Tang withdrew her gaze.

She could see that Deng Baiyi knew nothing; this was a "fledgling" who had just begun her cultivation journey less than a hundred days ago. From this point of view, Deng Baiyi's acquaintance with Xie Zhen must have been very brief. How much time had passed from Yuzhu Town to Lichao City? If Xie Zhen truly had any secrets, how could he have possibly let Deng Baiyi know?

"Master of the Pavilion."

At that moment, Deng Baiyi mustered up her courage.

She stepped forward and asked earnestly, "Do you think... that Xie Zhen is Xie Xuanyi?"

With that question.

Tang Fengshu was taken aback.

Master Tang furrowed her brows, looking at her disciple who had yet to be formally taken under her wing, and thought to herself, could this be a fool?

"Take a careful look..."

Tang Fengshu pointed to a wooden stele in front of her and asked seriously, "What is this?"

Deng Baiyi carefully replied, "This is... Xie Xuanyi's cenotaph?"

"This is his grave."

Tang Fengshu spoke slowly, "Ten years ago, countless people watched him die in the North Sea. How could someone who has already died still be alive?"

"It's just that Xie Xuanyi, throughout his life, never bothered following rules."

Master Tang raised her eyebrows and said deadpan, "Who knows what he left behind before his death, who knows whether he took on disciples, who knows if he secretly had a child with someone?"

"???"

The last line.

Was somewhat beyond Deng Baiyi's expectations.

"Master."

Deng Baiyi spoke with a mix of laughter and tears, "Have you been listening to some bizarre tales circulated among the people again?"

"Absolutely not."

Saying this, Master Tang seemed to think of something amusing.

She stroked her smooth jaw, murmuring, "However, you're not entirely wrong... I once heard a rumor that Jiang Miaoyin bore Xie Xuanyi a child, hence she stayed out of public view for ten years. Such a rumor was indeed outrageous."

Deng Baiyi's emotions could no longer be described simply as complicated.

"As for Xie Zhen, he looks to be around sixteen or seventeen years old."

Master Tang shook her head, saying, "Even if Xie Xuanyi did leave offspring, he wouldn't be of this age... It's more likely the probability of being a disciple is higher."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested.

The word "disciple" fell into the lake of Deng Baiyi's heart, and she clenched her hands silently; the confusion that had been haunting her for days seemed to have found an answer...

Indeed, Deng Baiyi had always been curious about Xie Zhen's true identity.

After waking up in Yuzhu Town, the first information Xie Zhen sought was not about other forces, but about Da Sui Sword Palace.

Whether it was his swordsmanship or Taoist talismans, both now perfectly matched the rumors of "Xie Xuanyi".

"So, Xie Zhen... turns out to actually be Xie Xuanyi's disciple?"

Deng Baiyi murmured to herself, somewhat dazed.

So that was it.

No wonder Xie Zhen was unwilling to reveal his identity.

The identity of Xie Xuanyi's disciple was indeed problematic, easy to be hated by the world and easy to be hunted.

"It's just a guess, after all."

Tang Fengshu raised an eyebrow, and then said seriously, "Remember, you must not divulge this matter."

The Master of the Pavilion also had an inkling as to why Chen Jingxuan had told her not to "dig too deeply".

If the identity of Xie Xuanyi's disciple was exposed...

Xie Zhen would probably have endless troubles coming his way.

No sooner had she spoken.

The leaves in the forest began to sway abruptly.

A gust of wind swept past, and from above the trembling sounds came, like the ringing of bells or the beating of drums.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

After three tremors, Deng Baiyi looked up, only to see in the distance where the clouds flowed, an elegant snow-white carriage drawn by two majestic snow-white horses with wings on their backs, pulling the carriage to land at the entrance of the woods.

In the Dachu Dynasty, royal relatives, nobles, and aristocratic families generally breed demonic beasts.

Among them, the descendants of dragon blood and phoenix blood are the most treasured and sought after.

The winged white horses pulling the carriage were known as "dragon horses," so called because they contained a trace of dragon blood within them.

It was precisely because of the dragon blood that the white horses had grown wings, and with the combination of talisman array patterns, they were capable of traveling thousands of miles in a day.

Dragon horses were highly valued, and given their wild nature and stubbornness, taming them was an even greater challenge.

Those who rode in dragon horse carriages.

Were none other than the Dachu elite.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the carriage appeared—

Tang Fengshu's expression turned icy cold suddenly, she stood with her hands behind her back, a surge of energy protecting the forest leaves, guiding Deng Baiyi slowly back to the front of the creek.

The dragon horses raised their heads, exhaling fiery breaths, and descended gently across the creek.

A magnificent white array pattern enveloped the carriage, swirling around it upon landing, and it did not disperse immediately.

Two Protectors who drove the dragon horses dismounted first.

Deng Baiyi pursed her lips.