Chapter 137: You Are No Gentleman!

"You have a sharp eye, Master!"

Zhang Jiao was even more delighted to hear this. He had wandered abroad for over a decade, and not a single soul had been able to recognize this sword. Yet, here was Ye Tian, who had called it by its true name at a single glance!

Indeed, what he held in his hand was the Pure Yang Sword.

The Ancestor Lu, known fully as Lu Dongbin, had carried this precious blade during his journey of cultivation. It was also known as the Gentleman's Sword.

This sword possessed a spirit of its own, imbued with a magnificent and righteous aura. Those who practiced evil arts or harbored impure intentions could never draw it from its scabbard. Conversely, a person of justice who wielded it could unleash its true potential to the fullest.

Legend had it that if the heart of the wielder was sufficiently righteous, the Pure Yang Sword could even cleave rivers in two. While the rumor might have been an exaggeration, it served to show the incredible amplification the sword provided to those with a pure heart. At the same time, it indirectly proved that Zhang Jiao was, at the very least, a man of integrity.

"It is not so much a sharp eye, but rather that I happened to see it once long ago," Ye Tian said honestly.

What he called "seeing it once" was actually a memory from Ye Changsheng, dating back more than two hundred years. Later, when the Japanese invaders provoked and invaded the Dragon Kingdom, this precious sword was plundered by them and had since gone missing. Who would have thought that after a hundred years of change, this Gentleman's Sword would return to the hands of a descendant of the Dragon?

"You've seen it before?" Zhang Jiao was stunned. The young master before him couldn't be more than thirty years old, could he? Yet, before he had obtained this sword, it had sat gathering dust in the dark, sunless vaults of the Superpower Federation for fifty years! Since then, it had been by his side! So, when exactly had this young master seen it?

Could it be... that he was one of those immortal beings who had undergone reincarnation to attain longevity?

A jolt of electricity ran through Zhang Jiao's heart, leaving him horrified. If that were the case, it all made sense. Don't joke—what genius could reach the Big Dipper Realm in their twenties? And what was even more unbelievable, he had reached a peak in internal alchemy that ordinary people could never hope to attain. Unless he was a reincarnated immortal, it was simply inexplicable!

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiao could not help but feel a sense of awe. If the person before him was a former immortal, was there even any point in fighting him? The legendary terrestrial immortals were said to transcend the three realms and exist outside the five elements. In other words, immortals were unaffected by material elements, let alone life and death. He could never kill an immortal, no matter what.

"Why are you standing there stunned? Hurry up." Ye Tian checked the time on his phone; he had already been waiting for several minutes. He hadn't expected that a casual remark would leave the man before him frozen for so long.

"Very well, then let us fight." Zhang Jiao snapped back to reality and hurriedly nodded to accept the challenge. As his long sword left its sheath, it struck toward Ye Tian's face like a swimming dragon!

The latter immediately looked surprised. "Quite fast!"

Forced to retreat dozens of yards by that brilliant sword energy, Ye Tian couldn't help but clap in praise. He was indeed a Second-Tier Peak Martial King; his strength was on an entirely different level from the two pathetic losers before. This sword technique alone, so fast that it left no room for evasion, was enough to give him a headache.

"A fine sword!" Ye Tian exclaimed while dodging the storm-like attacks. Since he had entered the Dao-Union realm, he could sense the heavens and the earth, allowing him to lighten his own body. While he couldn't perfectly shed gravity and fly, he could tap his toes on the ground and travel miles in an instant. His speed was terrifyingly fast! This was also why he had been able to rescue Gu Qing'er before the Gu family could react.

*No, it's too fast!*

Zhang Jiao swung the Pure Yang Sword with all his might, forcing Ye Tian back, but the more he pursued, the more he broke into a cold sweat. He simply couldn't touch his opponent. It was incredibly frustrating!

"Master, will you only hide and dodge, not daring to fight me head-on!" Zhang Jiao let out an indignant roar.

Ye Tian found this amusing. "You are quite something, criticizing someone else's fighting style." He added, "However, you are right—I am in a hurry to get back and have no time to waste on you!"

With a sudden pause in his steps, the Gentleman's Sword, which had been impossible to catch, suddenly struck straight at his face.

*Got him!* Zhang Jiao was overjoyed, but the next second, he could no longer be happy. A slender palm, without any protection, grabbed the blade of the Gentleman's Sword out of thin air, forcibly halting it. It was the "Mysterious Jade Hand," the ultimate technique of the Bashu Tang Sect!

Looking at those porcelain-white, jade-like fingers, Zhang Jiao's heart sank. He struggled to pull the Pure Yang Sword out, but he found that the tip of the sword seemed embedded in Ye Tian's hand, immovable.

"The Pure Yang Sword suits you well, but you should not use it to strike the people of the Dragon Kingdom," Ye Tian said calmly, exerting a slight pressure with his five fingers. Zhang Jiao immediately felt he could no longer control the hilt, watching helplessly as the precious sword was flicked from his grasp.

"Your sword is mine now." After seizing the Pure Yang Sword, Ye Tian held the hilt and easily spun it in the air with a flourish. Then, with a wide sweep of his sleeve, he used the "Universe within the Sleeve" technique to store it away.

"Well? Do you still want to fight?"

"Give me back my sword!" Having lost his blade, Zhang Jiao was frantic. He lunged forward, throwing fierce punches at Ye Tian, looking as though he would fight to the death. "Master, you are cheating and being far too deceptive!"

"I am being too deceptive?" Ye Tian smiled at this. He tapped his toe on the ground, and an invisible Bagua diagram spread out with him at the center. Zhang Jiao suddenly felt as if his legs were filled with lead, unable to take another step.

"I can tell you pride yourself on being a gentleman," Ye Tian stopped and stood within an arm's reach of Zhang Jiao, speaking calmly. "But a gentleman seeks harmony without uniformity. You and I serve different masters; I represent the Dragon Kingdom, while you stand with the Superpower Federation. In principle, I should use every means to wipe you out, and you should do the same to me!"

"As it happens, your colleagues did exactly that to me. They did their jobs well and honored their master and country." Ye Tian's tone suddenly became serious, his burning gaze fixed on the other man. "But you, the Touring Envoy! As the Touring Envoy of the Superpower Federation, you clearly had the best chance to kill me, yet you chose to watch your colleagues die at my hands and even allowed me to release the hostages!"

"How can you face your master after doing this? Is there any righteousness in your heart? What kind of gentleman are you?"

These words struck Zhang Jiao to the core. *Indeed, what kind of gentleman was he?* He had thought that being upright, open, and avoiding sneak attacks meant being a gentleman. But in reality, what was a gentleman? The first requirement of a gentleman was loyalty! He had been disloyal to his master; he was not worthy of being a gentleman at all...

Zhang Jiao's Dao-heart collapsed in that instant! Looking at Ye Tian's towering figure, he gave up his resistance.

"Master, just kill me."