THE TRUE MONARCH

Long Street, Yanmen Town.

The white-clothed young man with a long sword and a wine jug, beating his horse as if he were flying.

"Greedy for a happy moment, always greedy for all happy moment... Excuse me! I’m in a hurry!"

Horse caused people scream all the way, and pedestrians fled in droves.

A freshly set up tofu stand on the street was trampled over by a horse's hooves, and the fresh tofu fell to pieces.

"What a bastard! Are you in a hurry to eat my tofu?!"

The voluptuous Tofu Beauty had both hands on her waist, and she swore harshly.

The young man turned his head and laughed,

"Not for today, I am going to the sword trail."

"I haven't seen a single success of your sword trail for five years , if you can make it, I'll go to the marquis' house to serve you tonight!"

"Clean yourself up and wait for me."

The young man's bright laughter was far away.

The Tofu Beauty spat with a red face and threw the other slab of tofu in her hand to the ground as well.

"Add two more slabs of tofu for the Marquis, and pay me at the end the month!"

Just a few slabs of tofu, as Marquis, he never cared.

Everyone who lived in Yanmen Town knew that Marquis Hanshui, Yun Que, was a real loser.

The center of the town was fenced off an open space and was packed with people.

A wooden building rose from the ground!

The wooden building had a special name, the Sword Trial Building.

Every year, on the seventh day of the seventh month in lunar calendar, this kind of wooden buildings from the Sword Palace would appear in all the major towns of Country Yan.

Only by passing the test at the Sword Trial Building would one have the opportunity to worship in the Sword Palace and embark on the path of cultivation that the world aspired to.

The status of the Sword Palace was transcendent, and whenever the Sword Trial Building was opened, the entire Country Yan was in a great frenzy.

And this day was also known as, the Sword Trial Day.

"Look! Isn't that the Chu Family's eldest son, Chu Xi? I've heard that he's extremely talented in the sword path, he'll definitely be able to get a place in the Sword Palace."

"The second miss of the Han family is also here! She had a famous teacher to guide her, so this time she must be success."

The crowd of onlookers discussed the situation and the the atmosphere grew more and more lively.

This year, there were quite a number of kids from rich families who participated in the Sword Trial, and most of them had real talent and had practiced sword for many years. They only waited to become famous in one battle.

If they could not succeed at once, not only would they lose face, but their state of mind would also be greatly affected, this would be extremely unfavorable to their future cultivation.

Of course there were those who didn't care.

Like the white boy who just arrived.

Wow.

The crowd automatically parted to make way for a straight and spacious path.

They were not in the way of the Marquis' majesty, but were afraid that they would be tainted by the Yun family's bad luck.

"It's the fifth time, it's clear that he was not the cultivation talent, yet he still come to join for fun."

"If it wasn't for the fact that his father was guarding Hanshui City back then and didn't come out, letting the northern barbarians wreak havoc, we wouldn't have lost half of the northern part of the country, and would have been jokingly referred to as Southern Country Yan."

"The emperor changed the Yanmen Marquis to the Hanshui Marquis, is to let the Yun family remember the humiliation, but they do not care, and Yun Que causes trouble all day, simply likes a devil."

"His father Yun Changji is a coward, how could he be a good son? The old waste born a little waste. Just... ouch!"

Clunk!

The flying wine jug smashed the cursing guy into a daze, and followed by a heavy punch to the face, the blood ran from his nose and mouth.

Grasping that man’s neck, Yun Que said with a smirk,

"Insulting the Marquis in the street, you didn't get a bad beating, remember next time, you can scold me, but not my father."

Wiping the blood on his hands, the white-clothed boy crossed the crowd to the front of the Sword Trial Building.

"It is Marquis Yun who has lost many battles! You've come to test your sword again." Chu Xi, the eldest young master of the Chu Family, said in a conspiratorial manner.

His words caused the rich kids to burst into laughter.

"Marquis Yun, you must be successful, don't lose like before."

"Marquis Yun, your indomitable strength is truly a model for us, and I really admire the fact that even a loser has to fight hard."

Yun Que was accustomed to the cynicism of the rich family's children and smiled as he held a fist salute.

"Thank you all for cheering me up, I will definitely work hard so that when I enter the Sword Palace and become your classmate, I can continue to bully you all."

After hearing this, the faces of the rich families turned ugly.

Regardless of how wasteful he was, he held the title of a marquis, he could beat them up in the street, and the officials wouldn't care much about it.

They hadn't been beaten up by Yun Que for many times.

"It’s time, the sword test begins!"

The chants from the Sword Palace emissary were like sword whistles.

The rules were simple.

The Sword Trial Building was decorated with sword dao formations, and whoever could hold on to three baptisms of sword qi would pass the test.

If he wanted to resist the sword qi, he had to use a sword to do so.

In the Sword Trail Building, the competition was not only about techniques, but also about who has a better sword!

The better the sword, the easier it was to resist the sword baptism.

Stepping into the wooden building, Yun Que lightly occupied a corner and removed the long sword behind his back.