I am a swordsman in a strange city

Chapter 59 Dean
He Hong continued walking in the mirrored corridor, his eyes slightly closed, but the mirror in his hand always faced the doorway.

He felt somewhat agitated.

The child who had previously been powerless against him was now posing a threat to him.

What surprised him even more was that he actually killed Hua Qianlang.

Hua Qianlang was not someone like Xiu Niang who had no real combat experience. He was a descendant of the Hwarangdo sect from Goryeo, a direct descendant of the Hwarangdo sect, and someone who had experienced real combat in the Spirit Realm. Yet he died under the sword of such a young swordsman.

He couldn't help but recall the scene of the young man piercing through his quagmire of nothingness with a single sword strike.

"Could it be that the Dragon Soaring Kingdom is about to produce a true swordsman?"

He Hong was a native of Longxiang Kingdom. He knew the glory that swordsmen had once enjoyed in the ancient history of Longxiang Kingdom. It was precisely those occasional glimpses of glory that made the people of the entire Longxiang Republic yearn for swordsmen. Even though swordsmen were the lowest class and had been reduced to a performance profession, everyone still had a vague expectation for this profession.

The thought flashed through his mind, and just then, a bad premonition arose in his heart. A picture appeared in his mind: a boy was squatting on the roof, and at the same time, the people of the town were frantically surrounding the outside of this house.

This was a momentary, instinctive perception of danger brought about by his mirror visualization technique.

Pei Ju originally intended to smash the roof and destroy the mirrored corridor as before, but now he stopped because he also saw so many crazy people rushing towards this side.

He immediately realized that it must have been summoned by the mountain king.

He didn't hesitate any longer. No matter how others tried to stop him, that was their business. These people had come in and disrupted the spiritual realm, preventing him from leaving. Whatever they wanted to do, he would not let them succeed.

With a single swing of his sword, he severed a row of small beams, causing the already rotten beams to immediately collapse.

He Hong, however, remained expressionless, as if he had been prepared all along. The mirror in his hand emitted a burst of light, which became even more intense. He then shouted, "Dean, come quickly!"

As he shook the mirror in his hand, one of the many figures that had been trudging through the mirror immediately separated from the other.

The person who was originally illusory and small like a cartoon character suddenly emerged from the mirror and quickly became real and larger.

As soon as he came out, he raised his hand and waved it. The piece of rubble that had fallen from above his head suddenly turned back, revealing a hole in the roof. Pei Ju, who had been on the roof, had disappeared.

The person didn't chase after them, but instead watched as the figure that should have been walking in the Mirror Corridor had vanished without a trace.

"Dean," He Hong called out, bowing his head.

The dean looked old, but it was hard to say exactly how old he was; he just felt that he was not young, but the skin on his face still looked tender.

"He Hong, look at how you handled this." The dean's words sounded more like a complaint than a reproach.

He Hong lowered his head further: "Dean, once we get out, I will do everything I can to find them."

"The world of the mirror is vast and a natural labyrinth, where countless vengeful spirits are hidden. Those who are lost within it are in great danger."

"Yes, Dean, I will do my best," He Hong added.

“Okay, but that’s for later. Let’s get the current matter done first. We just don’t have enough manpower. What do you think we should do?” The dean strolled outside.

He frowned upon seeing the two corpses lying on the ground and said, "It seems the Pei family has produced a good man in this generation." "Yes, I underestimated him," He Hong replied immediately.

"Swordsmen are either mediocre or exceptional. Even in the last hundred years, with frequent exchanges between nations around the world and the rapid updates and iterations of powerful professions, swordsmen still enjoy such high popularity among ordinary people. Besides the fact that it's easy to join and everyone can understand it, another reason is that this profession can produce surprises."

“My subordinate Ming had already trapped him with the Void Swamp, but he was able to break through the confinement with his swordsmanship. He is indeed quite extraordinary,” He Hong said.

"It's alright. I've seen countless geniuses, both obedient and disobedient. In the end, they're either my people or dead. Let's go out now." The dean didn't look at the two dead men lying on the ground any longer and headed outside.

When I arrived at the entrance, it was already crowded with people.

With a flick of his wrist, he produced a mirror case.

The mirror box had two intertwined flowers on it, forming a seemingly yin-yang pattern. The roots and leaves were wrapped around other parts of the box, as if they had been sucking blood.

Upon seeing the mirror case in the dean's hand, He Hong immediately averted his gaze, as if he dared not look at it any longer.

He knew very well that this was the Dean's most treasured item, called the Yin-Yang Double Flower Mirror Box.

He opened the mirror box, and in an instant, the entire void seemed to be bathed in the light of a blazing sun.

It was as if a sun had been locked inside his mirror case.

A blinding white light filled the air, and He Hong had already closed his eyes.

Those who had been silently surrounding them covered their eyes in anguish the moment they were bathed in this dazzling white light.

For some people who are slow to cover their eyes, you can see that their pupils look as if countless tiny glass filaments have been pierced into their eyes.

Their action of covering their eyes seemed instinctive, because after covering their eyes, they fell down silently one by one, as if their souls had been scattered and they had died completely.

"A group of people who should have died long ago, this academy has freed them from their bonds. If there is reincarnation, they will repay my kindness by serving me as beasts of burden in their next life." The academy director said calmly as he closed the mirror box.

“Yes, the dean is their great benefactor, and they should repay him.” He Hong stood behind them and said firmly.

If the embroiderer and Hua Qianlang were to see this scene, they would know that the person they needed to flatter and fawn over was surprisingly adept at flattering others as well.

"Take those mirrors with you, and we'll go straight to the temple." The dean, seemingly used to being flattered, tucked his hands into his sleeves and walked out of the town.

He Hong quickly returned to the house to tidy up the mirror, then caught up with the dean. Looking at the dean's ancient robes, he felt as if he had traveled back to ancient times with the dean.

In ancient times, a figure like the Dean would naturally be a top-tier cultivator, and one who was both monstrous and wicked, seemingly indifferent in his actions, but in reality, unbridled and reckless.

He thought of a phrase—"Do as you please."

As for whether he oversteps the bounds or not, that depends entirely on his mood.

(End of this chapter)