I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

Chapter 196: My Name is Jian Xuan

Fu Yan wished he could strangle Yan Xuanwang right then and there!

This guy was so audacious as to threaten others to steal and cheat them out of such a dangerous thing. It turns out he wasn't stupid; he was just utterly ignorant!

Right now, the most troublesome thing isn't this lamp.

Rather, it is the owner of this lamp.

How could he not know just how terrifying this thing is, given that it once caused a cataclysmic disaster in the primordial era?

If someone dares to keep this lamp by their side, how powerful must its owner be?

He is by no means merely a Mahayana stage cultivator, nor even a simple Saint stage cultivator. He is very likely the strongest being at the pinnacle of this era! Anyone who dares to harbor evil intentions towards such a person may face annihilation.

Yan Xuanwang not only had thoughts about it, but he also took action. Now, the Primordial Soul Lamp is right in front of Fu Yan. The only thing he feels is not the pleasure of having a supreme treasure in his hands, but absolute fear.

Don’t say anything else.

Fu Yan absolutely refused to believe that the reclusive powerhouse would be so shallow and foolish as to allow a mere piece of trash like Yan Xuanwang, whom he looked down upon, to trick him out of his Primordial Soul Lamp.

Therefore, there is only one possibility.

King Yan Xuan believed his actions were flawless.

Actually.

He had long since become fish on someone else's chopping board, with nowhere to escape!

Fu Yan took a deep breath, unable to suppress the fear and anger within him. King Yan Xuan's soul had been searched, and his head was throbbing with pain, but now was not the time to worry about the pain; it was time to save his life.

He quickly kowtowed and begged for mercy, saying urgently, "Elder, I am willing to offer this gift with both hands! I ask for nothing in return!"

Although it was unclear why the Grand Elder had suddenly become so enraged, as if his deepest fears had been touched, and he had launched an attack, King Yan Xuan reacted quickly. His chances of leaving alive today were probably very slim.

Forget about dignity and prestige.

The only way to quell Fu Yan's anger is to adopt the most humble and submissive attitude.

However, his words made Fu Yan laugh in anger.

Good heavens, this "stolen" Primordial Soul Lamp is being handed over to him with both hands?

Does this idiot really have no idea what a huge mess he's made of...?

When the owner of this lamp comes to kill, not to mention King Yanxuan, even Fu Yan can already foresee the miserable state of the entire Tianfu Sect trembling under the pressure of that soul lamp owner!

Fu Yan looked at Yan Xuan Wang with a cold gaze: "You, I thought you were a fool whose abilities didn't match your ambitions, and that you wouldn't do such a thing."

"But unfortunately, I underestimated your arrogance and audacity!"

"No, I..."

"Shut up!"

Fu Yan interrupted Yan Xuanwang, his tone growing increasingly chilling. He stared coldly at Yan Xuanwang: "You should know very well that the reclusive expert is no ordinary person. If he really wants to investigate, do you think you can escape his pursuit?"

"Moreover, if that powerful figure truly intends to reclaim this item, do you think you'll still be alive?"

"How dare you bring this extremely ferocious creature here!"

"..." Upon hearing Fu Yan's words, King Yan Xuan was shaken to his core and collapsed to the ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Yes!

When he did this, King Yanxuan didn't think much about it. He was blinded by the joy of getting the treasure and the success of his plan.

How could the owner of that clinic possibly be someone he would harbor any wicked intentions about?

Just because someone lives a secluded life in the city doesn't mean they're ignorant of right and wrong.

It's even quite possible that there's some kind of mark left on this lamp, and the owner of the clinic has already arrived. Judging from the elder's expression, he clearly knows that this lamp is anything but simple, and may even be terrifying. So, wouldn't the person who possesses it be even more dangerous to mess with?

And that's exactly what he did—provoke them.

"Elder, what should I do?"

King Yan Xuan tried to grasp at the only straw, but Fu Yan's aura surged, blasting King Yan Xuan to roll several times on the ground. "Too late!"

Fu Yan's gaze gradually darkened, filled with murderous intent: "You have no way out, and now I've been dragged into this mess by you!"

"Do you know that if that powerful figure finds out about this, not only you, but the entire Heavenly Talisman Sect would be no match for him!"

Fu Yan's calculations were much faster than Yan Xuan Wang's.

He had already decided to distance himself completely and never have any further involvement with this King Yanxuan.

Especially this Primordial Soul Lamp!

It must be sent back.

Furthermore, the "culprit" who plotted to steal the Soul Lamp must be taken back and handed over to that reclusive expert for punishment.

Otherwise, the Heavenly Talisman Sect will be in grave danger!

"I……"

King Yanxuan was completely dumbfounded. He never expected things to turn out this way.

He only wanted to use that reclusive expert to gain some rewards, but it ended up causing this crisis.

As for King Yanxuan, Fu Yan was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore and didn't want to say anything more.

He disdained to get entangled with such a fool. Although he had to admit that Fu Yan himself was too clever for his own good, and now he had not only failed to get what he wanted, but also had a hot potato in his arms.

"Hehe, it seems I've seen a good show this time."

Within the Primordial Soul Lamp, a white light flickered, startling all three present. Then, Jian Xuan left the Soul Lamp, appearing in his complete soul form.

The moment he appeared, his sword intent surged, and a fierce wind of sword energy suddenly arose within a hundred miles of the pavilion on the mountaintop!

Fu Yan's pupils dilated.

A fifth-level Mahayana cultivator, and a soul at the fifth level of Mahayana! This person's face was quite unfamiliar, but even his soul possessed such sword intent and pressure. How strong must he have been when he still had a physical body in life?

Fu Yan immediately understood.

This is an even more powerful figure than him!

Moreover, it came from the Soul Lamp... By the way, this Primordial Soul Lamp contains its own small world!

If he lives inside, doesn't that mean that this soul belongs to that reclusive expert?

"My name is Fu Yan, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Talisman Sect. May I ask your name?"

Fu Yan flicked his sleeves, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and bowed respectfully to the white, illusory figure.

Fu Lou immediately knelt down, not daring to raise his head.

In terms of fear, he was even more afraid.

After all, back in the Sunfire Dynasty, he had simply refused to let Yan Xuan King leave, and this trouble wouldn't have happened. Once they return to the Heavenly Talisman Sect, the Grand Elder might take his anger out on him, especially if they manage to get back alive…

"My name is Jian Xuan."

"People also call me 'Master Purple Sword,' but I'm afraid not many people remember this title nowadays."

Jian Xuan replied calmly, his voice resounding through the sky like the cries of thousands of swords, deafeningly loud.

"Master Zijian?"

Fu Yan gasped.

True Man Zijian, a tenth-level Mahayana cultivator, is the Grand Elder of the Myriad Swords Immortal Sect who disappeared for over two thousand years, whose life tablet was shattered, and whose cause of death remains unknown.

He's still alive?