Hengyun Hammering the City He Lives Up to the Title of Sword Immortal

At the summit of the Sword Tower.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

Li Mo stared at the sword mark—no, the hammer imprint—on the mystical stone, lost in deep thought.

Most likely, barring any accidents, the technique he had just comprehended, Heaven Overturned, Earth Upended, Humanity’s Slaughtering Hammer, was at the very least a divine-level martial art.

And coincidentally, the sword mark on the stone had just been erased by the ice-cold girl.

So the Pangu’s Star-Shattering Hammer had left its own mark on the stone instead.

The hammer treasure was currently nestled within the World Seed, quite pleased with itself.

Young Li was also rather pleased, given how overwhelmingly powerful this hammer technique was.

He just didn’t dare laugh out loud for fear of getting beaten.

"Hammer technique..."

Ying Bing gazed at the hammer imprint, her jade-like face lost in thought.

She couldn’t help but recall the scenes from the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm.

No... that wasn’t right.

The essence of this hammer strike was different—on an entirely different level.

Above peerless techniques, there were only divine arts.

She had never seen Li Mo practicing hammer techniques before, so how...?

Zhong Zhenyue’s scalp tingled. He would never have imagined that their "Sword Immortal" Li had been holding back that day.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Zhong Zhenyue noticed Huang Donglai pulling out a notebook again, sweating profusely as he scribbled something.

Huang Donglai shook his head. He had intended to cross out the first entry but, after some thought, added a "zeroth" entry above it instead.

Wu Chushu, meanwhile, was breaking out in a cold sweat, finally beginning to understand Bai Jinghong’s actions.

"Why didn’t you say so earlier?"

"You didn’t ask."

"If you don’t tell me, how can I ask?"

"If you don’t ask, how can I tell you?"

...

The elders were utterly stunned. After a long moment of dazed silence, they slowly regained their senses.

"Our sword mark... is gone?"

"Can we still call ourselves the Hengyun Sword City after this?"

"I’m thinking about the next Martial Arts Summit—what will people see when they climb the Sword Tower?"

"I’m too old to switch to hammer techniques now!"

......

The elders muttered among themselves.

"Hah, I must still be dreaming."

Elder Zeng laughed heartily, then yanked hard at his own beard, pulling out a few strands of gray-white hair.

Then he froze.

It hurt.

This wasn’t a dream. He hadn’t misseen it—the Hengyun Sword Mark was truly gone.

Replaced by a hammer imprint.

"Jiang—Li Mo! What have you done?!"

Elder Zeng’s face twisted in agony—whether from heartache or the pain of his pulled beard was unclear.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done to us?"

"My apologies, deepest apologies!"

Li Mo bowed sincerely.

Admittedly, he had accidentally obliterated the Sword City’s most iconic symbol.

According to their legends, this sword mark had existed since ancient times—a sacred emblem of their sect and a source of pride for countless disciples.

In his past life, this would be the equivalent of smashing a company’s brand image with a single hammer strike.

Like replacing Snow King’s ice cream cone with a pack of cigarettes...

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done to your fans?!"

"Huh?"

"Jiang Chen’s persona is that of a refined gentleman, and yet you use a hammer? Refund!"

Elder Zeng seemed far more furious than the other elders.

Li Mo: "..."

So you don’t actually care about the sword mark at all?

Well, after venting his personal grievances, Elder Zeng finally panted out:

"What do we do now?"

The elders fell silent, their expressions complicated.

This kid had just helped them avert a major crisis.

Who could have guessed that while saving Hengyun Sword City, he would also remove the "Sword" from its name?

"Was this sword mark truly ancient?"

Ying Bing suddenly spoke up.

The elders nodded.

Ying Bing’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. The sword mark she had erased felt oddly familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

"Could Lady Ying perhaps erase this hammer imprint and leave a new sword mark in its place?" Elder Zeng asked.

Ying Bing shook her head with a complicated expression.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to—she simply couldn’t.

Even if both were divine arts, her sword technique was less complete than Li Mo’s hammer technique.

"I... I have an idea..."

A timid voice piped up.

Everyone turned to look—it was Jiang Chulong.

Under so many gazes, she shrank back slightly, nervous.

"What’s your idea?"

"I can... try..."

"You?"

The elders exchanged glances. This girl’s swordsmanship talent was unparalleled in their experience—perhaps there was a sliver of hope?

At this point, they had no other options.

With their permission, Jiang Chulong gathered her courage and stepped forward.

Thud—

She scampered over, kicked the mystical stone, then immediately dashed back to hide behind Li Mo.

Everyone: "!"

The elders felt as if their hearts had been kicked.

"Em..."

Li Mo was the first to react, giving her a thumbs-up. Clever girl—clearly influenced by his genius.

Jiang Chulong pursed her lips and timidly pointed:

"If we... flip the stone over... no one... no one will see it."

The elders: "..."

Such a simple solution.

But an empty surface was still better than displaying a hammer imprint for all to see.

They had already tested it.

The hammer imprint didn’t interfere with comprehension—those meant to learn sword techniques from the stone would still do so.

"Then let’s just say that Ying Bing’s sword technique was so earth-shattering," Li Mo suggested, "that it caused the stone to flip. That should explain it."

The elders’ lips twitched. After a deep breath, they had to admit this was the only way to preserve the "Sword" in Hengyun Sword City.

What a disaster!

"Perhaps this was predestined—the stone’s own fate."

A voice rang out.

The Gray-haired Youth and the silver-haired elder who had earlier upheld the Sword City’s heavens arrived together.

"This stone has always belonged to the world. Who’s to say it didn’t bear something other than a sword mark in ancient times? Perhaps our ancestors simply happened upon it when it bore a sword technique."

The Gray-haired Youth glanced at Li Mo, his eyelid twitching slightly.

It was unclear how much of this speech was sincere.

"Come with us," the silver-haired elder said.

He addressed all the prodigies who had comprehended the stone’s secrets—though primarily Li Mo and the others.

After some discussion, they accepted the reality of the situation.

Elder Zeng stepped forward and announced loudly:

"Ying Bing has comprehended a divine sword technique from the mystical stone!"

"As for Li Mo... his comprehension was equally extraordinary, on par with Ying Bing’s."

"But there can only be one Sword Hero, so he has graciously conceded the title."

"I hereby declare her the Sword Hero of this Martial Arts Summit!"

They had to sell the lie convincingly.

If they actually awarded Sword Hero to Li Mo, the elders would wake up in the middle of the night, haunted by the thought of being eternal traitors to their sect.

Their ancestors would be rolling in their graves.

......

The announcement reached the crowds below, sparking endless whispers and debates.

"Lady Ying’s brilliance is undeniable, but..."

"Exactly! Didn’t Li Mo cause a far greater reaction from the stone earlier?"

"Right, this feels unfair to the Sword Immortal."

"Fools. You’ve clearly never had a girlfriend."

"You wanna fight?"

"Am I wrong? Li already has the title of Sword Immortal—what does Sword Hero matter to him?"

"It seems Young Master Li not only regards wealth as mere dirt, but also holds little regard for fleeting fame. He... truly lives up to the title of Sword Immortal."

"The vision has expanded—his swordsmanship stands above all other swordsmen!"