Wine Sword Immortal: Divine Level Winemaker, Drunkenly Kills Tianmen!

Hearing the Sword Emperor's apology, Wang Xianxian's heart kept growing with various complex emotions.

Seeing this, the Sword Emperor continued.

“It’s not just blood that continues the family, it also requires faith and emotion.”

"Why would someone adopt a child? Why do they treat each other as if they were parents even though they know they are not related by blood?"

"Why do adopted children and adopted daughters who are not biologically related also support their adoptive parents?"

Speaking of this, the Sword Emperor's voice suddenly became louder.

"Because it is never blood that connects families, but emotions and bonds."

"The current Wang family has rotted from the roots. According to the rules, it should have been destroyed long ago."

"The reason why it continues to this day is just because of my remaining shadow."

"So, no matter what choice you make, I can't control what happens to the Wang family, let alone me."

Suddenly, the Sword Emperor laughed at himself.

"What's more, with my current situation, I can't control it even if I want to."

Wang Xianxian looked at the person who was supposed to be called Ancestor and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long silence, Wang Xianxian finally spoke.

"Where are you now, and who attacked you?"

Hearing this, the Sword Emperor's eyes suddenly turned murderous.

"The Gun Emperor..."

Wang Xianxian's face was filled with shock.

"Gun Emperor!"

How could he be the Gun Emperor!

The Gun Emperor, Yang Wudi.

The Great Emperor is a well-known and respected person, and he is even hundreds of years older than the Sword Emperor.

The relationship between the Wang family and the Yang family has always been very good.

According to family history, the Spear Emperor and the Sword Emperor have always been both teachers and friends.

Wang Xianxian couldn't help but ask: "The Gun Emperor is equal in strength to you, why are you like this..."

The Sword Emperor's expression showed a hint of sadness.

"Because that's not the real Gun Emperor..."

"The real Yang Wudi may have been imprisoned somewhere like me, and may have even died..."

The Sword Emperor's words were like depth bombs, one after another, setting off a storm in Wang Xianxian's heart.

The Sword Emperor continued to explain.

"I don't know what those things are, but I know they are definitely not human."

"Their disguise ability is very strong. Even I found out during a deadly battle that the other party was not the real Yang Wudi."

"Yang Wudi secretly invited me to explore the Ancient Sea Secret Realm. Out of trust and his powerful disguise, I went."

"When I arrived at the Secret Realm of the Ancient Sea, I discovered that I had been ambushed."

"If I only had Yang Wudi and the formation, I could still break out of the encirclement, but the other party has obviously been plotting for a long time."

"In addition to Yang Wudi, those who came to encircle and suppress me include the two Great Emperors of Goguryeo, the five Great Emperors of Japan, the seven Great Emperors of India, plus thirteen other Great Emperors who have hidden auras."

"I suspect that these foreign Great Emperors were unknowingly replaced just like Yang Wudi."

"Even I will be replaced soon..."

When Wang Xianxian heard this, his eyes widened suddenly.

"Wha...what...mean?"

The Sword Emperor smiled bitterly: "Literally."

"They separated my soul from my body and imprisoned my soul here."

"Continuously depriving me of everything including luck and Great Dao through secret methods."

"Three thousand years have passed, and they are about to succeed."

"From your memory, I see that Wang's luck experienced a big rise fifteen years ago."

"That's proof that my luck has been completely taken away and controlled by them."

"It's not just me, maybe other Great Emperors are also facing this situation."

Hearing this, Wang Xianxian spoke quickly.

"I will find a way to help you convey the situation to the Three Emperors."

"Excuse me, child." The Sword Emperor nodded lightly, "Besides, I have something else to ask of you."

Wang Xianxian said in a serious tone: "You tell me."

The Sword Emperor looked at Wang Xianxian's young face and smiled a little.

"Don't be so serious. It's not a big deal. Speak slowly."

“I often ask myself, as a Martial Artist, what else can I do in this desperate situation?”

"I've been thinking hard for a long time, but I still can't find the answer."

"I don't know what day it was, but I had multiple plans in my mind."

The Sword Emperor fell into memories, his tone was very calm.

"I have spent five hundred years trying to connect with my outlaw incarnation, relying on residual Sword Intent."

"But because I was too weak, I ended up connecting with the outlaw incarnations of the Blood Refining Realm and the Bone Tempering Realm."

“After the connection was made, I kept waiting.”

"Waiting for a descendant who has Wang's bloodline and can comprehend the Sword Intent in the Bone Tempering Realm or Blood Refining Realm."

"The boy who entered this world at the same time as you also has the blood of the Wang family, but he has not understood the Sword Intent."

"Only bloodline and Sword Intent work together to bring your Sword Intent projection here."

"After three thousand years, I have been waiting for you..."

Speaking of this, the Sword Emperor had a slight smile on his face.

"Please forgive me for being a bit verbose as an old man. No one has spoken for three thousand years, so it is inevitable that I will be a little excited."

"Let's get right to the point. I want you to kill me."

The words that were like a joke fell into Wang Xianxian's heart and caused waves again.

"Why... why..." the young man asked.

The Sword Emperor smiled calmly and said: "They deliberately used the civet cat to exchange for the prince. They are just targeting Sword Dao."

"The reason why they imprisoned my soul instead of killing me is entirely because they need to use my soul to control Sword Dao."

"Kill me and they will lose the means to control Sword Dao."

Wang Xianxian couldn't help but say: "But the three Sovereigns will definitely save you."

The Sword Emperor shook his head slightly.

"Making yourself look like a loser is already causing trouble for the Human Race."

"We can no longer hold back the Human Race."

"If in order to save me, I put other Great Emperors, or even the Three Emperors, in danger, then my sin will be great."

"Killing me is the easiest and least labor-intensive way."

"I have no regrets about dying at your hands."

"Forget me, old man, please..."

The Sword Emperor's pleading eyes had an unimaginable psychological impact on Wang Xianxian.

The young man stood there blankly for a long time.

With a slight cough, the Sword Emperor spoke softly.

"Kid, I want to see you up close."

Hearing the Sword Emperor's pleading tone, Wang Xianxian did not refuse and slowly stepped forward.

Looking at the young man close at hand, the Sword Emperor carefully studied his face.

"The Sword Intent you comprehend comes from your mother..."

"This is probably why your Sword Intent projection is so clear."

"She loves you very much..."

"When I am in the family, the happiest thing is witnessing the birth of a new member."

"Because this will remind me of those tribesmen who chose to sacrifice themselves to protect me."

Looking at the wounded Sword Emperor, Wang Xianxian felt a little sad.

The Sword Emperor saw through the young man's inner thoughts.

"The disguised me will eventually find Wang, and he will turn Wang into a butcher knife wielding towards China."

"I established the Wang family to continue the glory of my ancestors. I don't want my family and I to become sinners."

"It's up to you to decide how to deal with the enemy's weapons."

"And you don't need to bear useless shackles. The continuation of the family is the continuation of the relationship."

"The spark is never extinguished, and the firewood remains forever."

"Whether the Wang family thrives or dies, as long as someone inherits my will, it can continue forever."

The Sword Emperor looked at Wang Xianxian with eyes full of expectation.

When he was actually facing death, he understood what kind of hope his family had in sending him away.

"Child, can you let me pinch your face?"

Seeing the Sword Emperor's arm being pulled into the air by the chain, Wang Xianxian flew with his sword.

He pressed his face against the Sword Emperor's dirt-covered hands.

Feeling the warmth between his palms, tears suddenly filled the Sword Emperor's eyes.

Thousands of years ago, his favorite thing to do was to pinch the little faces of children.

His uncontrollable love ultimately changed the nature of this family.

"If my sword could be faster, maybe I could go back."

"If I could restrain my descendants better, maybe the outcome would be different."

"Son, I'm sorry. It's my incompetence and I couldn't take care of my family well."

"If possible, I really want to hug you as a child..."

"I'm sorry that you have to live in a family like that."

Feeling the moisture in his palm, the Sword Emperor smiled softly.

"Child, be happy."

Wang Xianxian nodded, and then came to the Sword Emperor...

Raised the sword...

"I am the 1999th generation disciple of the Wang family, Wang Xuanjian."

The Sword Emperor's voice suddenly became loud.

"Inherit the sword's karma and pay it back today!"

Looking at the trembling sword in Wang Xianxian's hand.

The Sword Emperor smiled in relief.

“A swordsman’s hand holding the sword must be strong.”

"My child, I go with hope, as long as you can survive."

"Even if you change your name, as long as you recognize me as your ancestor in your heart, you will be my continuation."

Looking at the hopeful, free and easy eyes, Wang Xianxian suddenly thought of his mother.

The young man gradually tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the Sword Emperor could no longer restrain his inner emotions. He smiled happily.

"Don't be burdened, this is my choice, come on."

"The hatred in your heart starts from me."

"When the dust settles, you will also start your own family."

"Until then, don't imitate me..."

Seeing the kindness that could not be concealed by dirt, the young man finally let go of the sword in his hand.

"My hatred has nothing to do with you."

"You asked me to help, and I can only do one thing."

"Then I'll help you deal with the Wang family."

"As for your life, I don't want it, because it would be the destruction of the ancestors."

The Sword Emperor looked at the young man in front of him kindly.

"You are a sensible and kind-hearted child, but there are some things that you cannot be emotional about."

"If I don't die, they will take away Sword Dao. At that time, the holder of the sword vocation will lose everything..."

"No." The young man replied calmly.

The Sword Emperor was a little stunned.

The young man stared at the Sword Emperor and spoke word by word.

"No one can take Sword Dao away, because..."

"That's my way."

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I kept everyone waiting for a long time.

This chapter has been revised many times.

In the end, I got a bit excited and wrote 3,000 words.

Just think of it as compensation for the late update. Good night.