This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

Zheng Zhuang's words sounded incredibly profound, but in reality, he was just boasting.

He does know swordsmanship, but it's not that fancy. However, his description makes it sound incredibly sophisticated.

At least that's what the sword of the primordial spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness thinks.

Zheng Zhuang absorbed a trace of primordial spirit power released by the Primordial Spirit Sword, and immediately felt refreshed. He looked at Wu Dang with great satisfaction.

When it comes to showing off, it's obviously not enough to rely on just one person to do it, and that would be too deliberate.

However, randomly pointing out a few talented people and letting them act pretentious can indirectly highlight one's own brilliance, which is also a good approach.

He came to the mountain god temple because his divine sense detected a strange aura.

This aura came from Qin Ming. He was clearly human, but his body was filled with demonic energy, yet he was clearly not possessed by a demon.

According to Zheng Zhuang's understanding, although there are many cultivation systems in this world, cultivating immortality and cultivating demons are still the mainstream.

But Qin Ming's situation is truly unusual. What is this? Cultivating demonic powers?

As for Wu Dang, it was a completely unexpected surprise.

As he himself said, his talent in martial arts was indeed amazing, especially in swordsmanship.

When it comes to the exquisiteness of his moves, Zheng Zhuang felt that he might not even be able to match him.

It should be noted that although he had not been cultivating for long, the inheritance he received was extraordinary.

He speculated that Dongfang Wuming was not far from being a true immortal.

Based solely on this talent, Zheng Zhuang felt that even though Wu Dang had passed the optimal age for cultivation, there was still a possibility of him making further progress.

Based on the fantasy novels he had read in his previous life, Zheng Zhuang had a bold idea: he felt he could guide Wu Dang down a completely new path.

This is also why he asked Wu Dang if he wanted to learn swordsmanship.

At this moment, everyone in the mountain god temple was stunned by Zheng Zhuang's three-sword theory, so even Qin Ming did not immediately make a move against Zheng Zhuang.

However, Qin Ming didn't really believe Zheng Zhuang's seemingly mysterious explanation.

Since his fortuitous encounter, his strength has increased dramatically. He feels he can fight not only martial artists but also those high-ranking immortal masters.

"Does Your Excellency think you have me cornered?" Qin Ming finally couldn't hold back and said dismissively.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Zhuang still ignored him, but instead smiled slightly at Wu Dang:

"Have you thought about it?"

Enraged by Zheng Zhuang's repeated disregard, Qin Ming disregarded his initial fear and lunged at Zheng Zhuang with his sharp claws.

"Senior, be careful..."

Just as Wu Dang was about to give a warning, everyone witnessed a bizarre scene.

Zheng Zhuang stood there motionless, yet Qin Ming couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Qin Ming's claws seemed to be deliberately reaching for Zheng Zhuang's side, but seeing his angry and ferocious expression, everyone felt that this idea was absurd.

However, everyone was overjoyed. It seemed that the white-clad swordsman in front of them was a true master, and they were saved.

Wu Dang knew that the reason his senior hadn't made a move was because he was waiting for his answer.

A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by a resolute expression. He respectfully addressed Zheng Zhuang:

"I am but a mere warrior. After the deaths of my family, wife, and daughters, all that remains for me is my sword. I have no grand ambitions; I only wish to use my sword to slay those who deserve to die. Even in death, I will have no regrets!"

Zheng Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief. If he had chosen the Emperor's Sword, he wouldn't have known it either, and he couldn't teach a mortal martial artist anything about the Immortal's Sword.

Zheng Zhuang then smiled and nodded:

"Just you wait and see!"

Without any fancy moves, Zheng Zhuang simply drew his sword.

But the moment he grasped the sword, everyone felt that the world had changed—no, it was the sword that had changed.

It seemed to come alive, and everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to it; it seemed to have become the only one in the world.

"Shh!"

A flash of sword light appeared, and when everyone came to their senses, they saw Qin Ming lying on the ground, lifeless.

Qin Ming is dead, from a single sword strike!

As he died, the demonic aura around him dissipated, and he gradually returned to human form.

Old Wang and the others exchanged glances, and they all saw the joy of surviving a disaster in their companion's eyes.

"Thank you so much, hero... no, thank you so much, immortal, for saving our lives!" Old Wang led the traveling merchants in repeatedly expressing their gratitude to Zheng Zhuang.

Zheng Zhuang waved his hand slightly, then looked at Wu Dang and asked:

"Do you understand?"

Wu Dang was still immersed in the wondrous artistic conception of that sword strike. That artistic conception was indescribable. He felt that he had comprehended something, but he didn't know what it was.

He said a little embarrassedly:

"I understand a little bit, but it also seems like..."

"That's enough!" Zheng Zhuang smiled and tossed the sword in his hand to Wu Dang. "It's yours!"

Wu instinctively caught it, then waved his hands repeatedly:

"Senior saved my life and even taught me swordsmanship, how could I possibly..."

Zheng Zhuang didn't let him finish speaking, pointing at the sword and saying:

"Since it has chosen you, you should accept it!"

In fact, Zheng Zhuang was also very surprised, because just now, he felt the sword in his hand tremble slightly, as if it was about to break free from Wu Dang.

He had already examined this sword. Although it was made of special material, it was just an ordinary weapon and had no spiritual power.

That can only mean that Wu Dang really did understand something, and it was something even more extraordinary than he thought.

Although Wu Dang did not understand Zheng Zhuang's meaning, he did not refuse again.

He was a sword enthusiast, and it was hard for him to refuse such a fine sword.

With a gentle tug, Wu Dang drew his longsword. The blade was entirely silver-white, with faint, mysterious patterns engraved on it, as if it were covered with a layer of light.

He exclaimed in genuine admiration:

"What a sword!"

"Zheng!"

To everyone's surprise, the longsword emitted a sword cry on its own, as if responding to Wu Dang's praise.

But at that moment, Wu Dang, with strength he didn't know he possessed, suddenly knelt down at Zheng Zhuang's feet, his expression trembling as he said:

"I have no way to repay your kindness, senior. I have another request, and I wonder if you would grant it to me..."

Zheng Zhuang stopped Wu Dang from saying anything more; he knew what Wu Dang was about to say.

What a joke! I don't have time to take on apprentices right now.

However, seeing Wu Dang's disappointed look, I felt a little sorry for him.

Wu Dang also felt that he had been too reckless. This senior was clearly no ordinary person. He had not only taught him swordsmanship but also given him a precious sword. He should be content.

"I do not yet know your esteemed name, senior. If you ever need my assistance in the future, I will gladly risk my life!"

Seeing the sincerity in Wu Dang's gaze, Zheng Zhuang pondered for a moment, then smiled freely:

"It is fate that we met. So be it! If one day you surpass that sword and understand your own path."

"I hereby grant you permission to present yourself as my disciple. My surname is Zheng, and you may address me as Mr. Zheng... Until we meet again!"

As soon as Zheng Zhuang finished speaking, his whole body emitted a dazzling light that made people afraid to look directly at him.

When everyone opened their eyes, Zheng Zhuang had already vanished without a trace...