Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"Xie Zhen?"

The Pavilion Master of Incense Fire House had a subtly complex expression, his lips curling into a faint, elusive smile.

Now, throughout the entire Da Sui Sword Palace, rumors were circulating that Xie Zhen would contend with Prince Jiangning at the Sword Qi Ceremony, and snatch the last Xuanshui Cave Heaven!

"This man is but a commoner, hardly a concern."

The Pavilion Master of Incense Fire House shook his head and said, "His Highness is born under the dragon sign, does he still worry about losing to a mere Dark Child of the library?"

Xie Sheng remained silent upon hearing these words.

"I took a glance during the daytime."

The Pavilion Master of Incense Fire House said with a smile, "Just a brief one, too lazy to delve deeper, this person's life line is fractured, which signifies an utterly 'miserable' fate, indicating he must have led a very bumpy life. Managing to 'survive,' retaining his life, must have exhausted a great deal of energy."

This speech greatly reassured Xie Sheng.

For it matched the image of Xie Zhen that his investigators had found.

A young man of humble origins, fortunate enough to embark on the path of cultivation, favored by the library, and thus, luckily saving his life.

"Being able to 'survive' with a destiny of nine deaths against one life indicates that this young man has some luck, but that is all it is."

The Pavilion Master of Incense Fire House said with implied meaning, "If the library really wanted to create momentum for him... then it would have filled in the details of Qing State case files meticulously much earlier. Your Highness might consider, within just a few hours, the 'misunderstanding' at the mountain gate was blown out of proportion. Does that seem like the handiwork of the Little National Master?"

"You mean, this news came from within the Sword Palace?"

Prince Jiangning instantly understood.

"Such sensation could only be achieved by the Sword Palace."

The Pavilion Master of Incense Fire House said with a smile, "It seems there are some who disapprove of Your Highness, wishing to suppress your spirit before the Sword Qi Ceremony... Poor Xie Zhen, I wonder if he even knows that he's being used as a pawn."

"..."

Xie Sheng shook his head. Though he felt somewhat reassured, he always felt that this matter might not be as simple as the Pavilion Master of Incense Fire House had described.

"Have you heard any 'whispers' circulating within Da Sui Sword Palace?"

Xie Sheng spoke again.

Today, Huang Su declared at True Hidden Peak that before the Sword Palace Master entered seclusion, he had left a prophecy.

The Xuanshui Cave Heaven at Lotus Peak would be left to someone with the Xie surname who was fated for it.

"Xie Zhen managed to quell the chaos at Beihai Ling, which shows he does possess some capabilities..."

The Pavilion Master of Incense Fire House respectfully said, "But, pardon me for speaking plainly, compared to Your Highness, he is like a firefly to the bright moon, hardly worth mentioning."

Xie Sheng's expression was complicated, his head bowed in silence.

"If Your Highness is really not at ease..."

The Pavilion Master of Incense Fire House said with a smile, "I do have a plan."

...

...

True Hidden Peak, midnight.

Sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, Si Qi, who had been breathing slowly, suddenly awoke and saw at the far end of the night, a light suddenly illuminated the front of his mansion—it was not a candle, but Sword Qi.

Si Qi's back broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked, as if seeing a ghost, at his junior sister who appeared silently in front of him. The crane used to guard the gate, now trembling as its slender neck was gripped, dared not even squeak.

"Senior brother, don't be afraid, it's me."

Huang Su began with a smile.

These three words, when taken individually, could all be comforting.

But, paradoxically, at this moment, coming from Huang Su, they sent a chill down the spine.

"Junior sister, if it's you... how can I not be afraid?"

Si Qi began to wipe his sweat with his large sleeves.

In the middle of the night, the junior sister just came in like this?

The array patterns of his mansion didn't even make a sound, and the protective mountain spirit beast proved completely ineffective...

"I've told you before, your crane shouldn't be used for mountain guarding. In times of danger, it's no different from a domestically-raised goose in a village."

Huang Su slowly released her grip, giving the crane a look that said, "Go play by yourself," and it shrank its neck, pretending as if nothing had happened, and silently took large strides away.

"Junior sister, you came to find me... What's the matter?"

Si Qi suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Actually, I was planning to wait a few more days, but you know my personality,"

Huang Su slightly waved her sleeve, and from inside the grotto heaven, pulled out several jars of wine.

Clang, clang, clang.

The jars of wine shook the courtyard's banyan tree, causing a rustling of falling leaves.

"Junior sister, have you faced some displeasure and wish to drink a couple of cups with your brother?"

Si Qi silently looked at the jars of wine, moved back slightly, and sincerely said, "You know, senior brother can't hold his liquor very well."

"Drink a couple of cups?"

Huang Su shook her head, sat down in front of Si Qi, "It's because I know senior brother can't hold his liquor... Tonight, we're prepared to drink a couple of jars."

"???"

Si Qi turned to flee, but suddenly, a heavy pressure surged throughout the entire mansion.

Whoom!

A fierce wind gathered, converging above the mansion, forming a massive barrier.

"If you try to escape, it won't just be two jars."

Huang Su said indifferently, "Si Qi, senior brother, you've known for many years why you haven't ascended to the position of sect leader—your strength is the main reason."

Si Qi's talent in cultivation was mediocre, otherwise he wouldn't have been picked up by Xuanyi without the chance to be apprenticed to Zhao Chunyang.

But the path of cultivation isn't just about talent.

Moral character, aptitude, and even destiny... all are important measures.

Si Qi's destiny naturally favored him more than others.

Being picked up by Xuanyi along with Huang Su actually side-confirmed this point.

"Junior sister, what madness is this?!"

Si Qi angrily said, "Release me now, or I will get angry!"

Huang Su calmly said, "Ten years ago, before brother Xuanyi met his demise, did you meet with him?"

Just one sentence.