Chapter 86: The Sword’s Blade Emerges

Yang Dianfeng arrived with his men, bringing a housewarming gift for Gu Xiangnan—astonishingly, it was a Mercedes sedan.

“Brother-in-law, you know I don’t know how to drive,” Gu Xiangnan said, looking at the luxury car, both amused and helpless.

Yang Dianfeng patted his shoulder and laughed, “Little brother, that’s not a problem. Let Wang Ke teach you—just get a driver’s license, and that’s it. Living in this villa, it’s really inconvenient to get around without a car.”

Wang Ke chimed in warmly, “Exactly, Nan, leave it to me. I guarantee you’ll learn in a month—no, half a month!”

Gu Xiangnan could only accept.

Yang Dianfeng wandered through the house, appraising it, “It’s a fine house, but with just you living here, it’s way too empty.”

“Wang Ke says you’ve run into some trouble lately,” Yang Dianfeng looked at Gu Xiangnan. “I should send some brothers over to guard you.”

Gu Xiangnan was deeply moved. “Brother-in-law, you really care about me. But there’s no need—whoever comes won’t be able to beat me anyway.”

Yang Dianfeng had seen Gu Xiangnan’s skills, but the opponent this time was a mercenary hired by America—a professional killing machine. Even if Gu Xiangnan refused, Yang Dianfeng was determined to send people to protect him in secret.

Night fell. Gu Xiangnan went to the master bedroom, which he would sleep in from now on. He searched the room, looking for a place both hidden and secure to stash his belongings.

A painting on the wall caught his attention. He gently lifted it and, sure enough, found a small cabinet behind it. Delighted, he took out the Shennong Cauldron from his bag and carefully placed it inside—the fit was perfect.

He picked up the Infinite Sword, intending to put it away as well, when suddenly he heard the sounds of battle downstairs.

Alert, he stepped out to investigate.

Downstairs, a blond, blue-eyed man was engaged in fierce combat with Yang Dianfeng’s men, wielding a firearm.

Bang!

The intruder drew a pistol and fired at one of the men’s legs. The victim collapsed in agony.

Gu Xiangnan leapt from the second floor, descending like a heavenly warrior. The mercenary, startled, quickly regained composure and aimed his gun at Gu Xiangnan.

Two clicks resounded.

The first was Gu Xiangnan disarming the mercenary.

The second was him wrenching the mercenary’s arm from his body.

“Fuck!” the mercenary cursed.

As Gu Xiangnan moved in to disarm him further, the mercenary swiftly drew a sharp dagger from his waist and stabbed toward Gu Xiangnan’s chest.

Gu Xiangnan reacted instantly, grabbing the knife and wrenching it away. Yet, as he seized it, the blade’s tip nicked his finger, drawing a few drops of bright red blood.

Expressionless, Gu Xiangnan seized the mercenary’s collar, lifting him off the ground with ease, as if he were picking up a chick.

The mercenary was burly, weighing at least two hundred pounds by estimation, but in Gu Xiangnan’s grasp, he was utterly powerless. No matter how strong, he could not break free.

“Who sent you?” Gu Xiangnan demanded.

“I can’t say,” the mercenary replied.

He was a blond, blue-eyed foreigner, clearly American.

Taoyao emerged from somewhere, saying, “If he won’t talk, just kill him! We already know who’s behind all this.”

“Good point,” Gu Xiangnan replied. He suddenly slammed the mercenary’s head hard against the floor.

Thud!

The mercenary’s head exploded like a watermelon—blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, a gruesome sight.

“Ugh, disgusting! The floor’s all dirty now,” Gu Xiangnan complained.

Taoyao inhaled deeply over the corpse, which shriveled quickly and turned to a pile of ash.

A few of Yang Dianfeng’s men came in, carrying away the injured brother.

Gu Xiangnan picked up the Infinite Sword and turned to head upstairs, Taoyao following behind. The blood on his hand stained the sword’s scabbard.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Taoyao, unable to halt in time, bumped into his back.

“Master, what…” she began to complain, but noticed Gu Xiangnan’s strange expression.

Gu Xiangnan could clearly feel the sword in his hand trembling ever so slightly, as if it were alive.

Impossible.

It had to be an illusion.

But the sword’s tremor grew more pronounced, even emitting a low, resonant hum.

He raised his hand, eyes fixed on the scabbard, trying to discern the cause.

“Master, what’s happening?” Taoyao asked curiously, leaning closer.

The sword’s trembling intensified, as if struggling to break free of the scabbard’s restraint.

A faint light seeped from the gap between scabbard and blade.

Gu Xiangnan sensed a powerful force quietly gathering.

“Taoyao, step back,” he said softly.

Taoyao obediently retreated several steps.

Gu Xiangnan resolved to draw the sword.

He gripped the hilt, took a deep breath, and gently unsheathed the Infinite Sword.

Instantly, a blinding golden light burst forth from the blade, illuminating the room.

The Infinite Sword had revealed its blade.

Its body was neither steel nor iron.

It was a sword of light.

The blade was crystal-clear, dazzling as the stars, like a golden beam.

“Wow, incredible!” Gu Xiangnan exclaimed in delight.

Taoyao was stunned. “Master, this is a divine artifact! Quick, test its sharpness!”

Gu Xiangnan raised the Infinite Sword, ready to swing and hack at a few targets to try it out.

But the sword seemed to possess a force of its own—it lunged left and right through the air, dragging Gu Xiangnan about, nearly knocking him off his feet.

“Master!” Taoyao cried in alarm.

Gu Xiangnan could sense the sword’s intense resistance.

Helpless, he released his grip, letting it soar freely.

The sword floated in midair, its golden radiance coalescing and then forming a human figure.

This figure wore ancient armor, his physique imposing—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and an aura of gallant vigor.

His features were resolute, sharply defined.

Between his brows, authority and dominance radiated.

He stood silently in the air, wielding the sword ablaze with golden light, as if he had crossed time from a battlefield of old.

A general!

“Who are you?” the general intoned.

“I am Gu Xiangnan. Who are you?” Gu Xiangnan replied.

“I am Han Fei, General of the Northern Frontier under the Song Dynasty.”

Gu Xiangnan’s heart surged with excitement and joy. This was a legendary figure from Chinese history—a hero who defended the homeland against invaders, only to be falsely accused and killed.

“I’ve long admired your name! Forgive my disrespect,” Gu Xiangnan immediately cupped his hands in salute.

“You know me?” Han Fei frowned, puzzled.

Gu Xiangnan replied solemnly, “Every child of China knows you. You are our great hero.”

Hearing this, Han Fei’s expression softened. He asked, “Why have you summoned me today?”

Gu Xiangnan said, “I am the new master of this sword.”

“New master?” Han Fei’s gaze was sharp as a blade. He spoke gravely, “Your abilities must be tested by my hand before you can claim such a title. Only in battle can one’s worth be revealed.”

With that, he swung his sword at Gu Xiangnan.

The blade, wrapped in a howling gale, shot toward Gu Xiangnan.

Gu Xiangnan’s reflexes were swift; he leapt back, narrowly dodging the fierce attack.

“Young man, your movements are quick!” Han Fei commented.

Taoyao began to inhale rapidly, trying to drain his energy. But no white figure appeared on Han Fei.

“He has no life force—this trick won’t work!” Gu Xiangnan shouted.

“Take this!” Han Fei lunged again, thrusting his sword straight at Taoyao’s chest.