Mundane Saint-Chapter 33 – Unlucky guy - Purple Sword True Immortal

Gu Heng sneered.
As expected, all that mystique was just a shapeless mass of white mist, easily dispersed by him.
He shook his head, collected his thoughts, and walked to the bronze door engraved with complex patterns and symbols. The door was severely rusted, and with a gentle push, it fell, raising a cloud of dust.
Entering the Grand Hall, a sense of decay and desolation hit him.
The dome of the hall was shattered, and the surrounding stone pillars had all collapsed. The only reason this place still stood was likely because the hall was almost embedded into the mountain itself.
The place wasn't large.
He had thought there might be something in this hall that could reveal the origins of this Tomb of the Nameless Emperor, but after circling the hall, Gu Heng found it was almost empty.
The identity of the tomb's owner remained a mystery.
"Who are you?"
Suddenly, a voice came from the direction of a fallen stone pillar. Gu Heng looked over warily and shouted, "Who's pretending to be a ghost now?"
Then, a wisp of white smoke floated up from behind the pillar, gradually forming into a glowing white orb.
Like a ghostly fire.
"…Seems like it's really haunted."
Gu Heng shook his head. He should have known this place was eerie; after all, it was a tomb, and hauntings were normal.
Back in Greenwood City, many people had gone to the wild outskirts to chop wood or hunt, accidentally stumbling into mass graves, and ended up half-scared to death by lingering spirits. They would then come to him for some calming medicine to get a good night's sleep.
In this world, hauntings were nothing unusual.
Moreover, these spirits posed little threat beyond scaring people. Even some non-cultivators who practiced martial arts could drive them away.
Of course, there were some malevolent spirits, said to be wicked people in life, rejected by the Netherworld after death, lingering to wreak havoc. Such spirits naturally needed to be eradicated by cultivators.
But as Gu Heng looked at the hazy white orb, he immediately concluded.
This wasn't even a ghost. The one outside earlier at least looked like a ghost. This one didn't even qualify as a special effect in a horror movie.
"Who are you? How did you enter this place?"
The white orb floated over to him, its voice surprisingly robust, as if it had been in its prime before death.
"Well... if you want to know my name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"
Gu Heng glanced at the orb, retorting coldly.
He never thought he'd be chatting with a ghost one day.
"Me? Hmph, I have quite the reputation. Have you heard of 'Purple Sword True Immortal' Jian Xuan?"
"Purple Sword True Immortal? Never heard of him."
Gu Heng chuckled.
"What!? How could you not have heard of me? I am—"
The white orb seemed to flare up, its light flickering, but Gu Heng interrupted it unceremoniously, "What are you? You're just a useless ghost now, can't even scare people. You don't even qualify to be a ghost!"
"So stop making a fuss in front of me, you embarrassing thing."
He waved dismissively.
This place was already creepy, and he had been startled outside. Coming in, he was almost scared again. Gu Heng was getting annoyed.
Why did ghosts these days love to seek attention from mortals?
"You, you, you!"
The white orb... no, Jian Xuan, was now furious.
He, Jian Xuan, known as "Purple Sword True Immortal," was the Grand Elder of the Ten Thousand Sword Immortal Sect, a formidable Great Ascension stage cultivator! Upon hearing about the "Tomb of the Nameless Emperor," he rushed here, believing there was an opportunity.
Jian Xuan was overjoyed because there was a wall of sword intent at the mountain cave entrance!
He knew this sword intent was just a barrier, with the real opportunity inside. So, using his powerful cultivation and self-realized sword force, he painstakingly dispersed it for a moment and squeezed through the tiny gap.
Then, outside the Grand Hall, he was besieged by thousands of remnant souls, each with Tribulation Crossing stage strength!
To pass the first trial, Jian Xuan expended a great deal of effort. By the second trial, he was utterly defeated. Desperate, he fled into the Grand Hall, only to be killed by the ancient formation inside.
Leaving behind only a dying remnant soul.
Who knows how many years ago that was.
Only in recent years had he gathered enough strength for this remnant soul to perceive the outside world, move, and even regain Body Fusion stage strength!
But the ancient formation in the hall was still active, leaving him nowhere to go, unaware of the outside world.
"Wait! How can you walk around here unharmed!?"
Perhaps he had been dead too long, numbed for too long, and Jian Xuan hadn't noticed this at first.
How did this person, who seemed to have no aura at all, get in here?
The sword intent wall at the mountain cave seemed eternal, reforming after being dispersed. Even at his peak, Jian Xuan found it incredibly difficult to pass. How did this mortal...
No!
This guy wasn't a mortal!
A mortal couldn't pass through the sword intent wall, couldn't even clear the first trial.
"Hmm? You're asking why I can... walk around unharmed?"
Gu Heng looked at Jian Xuan, puzzled, "Have you been dead too long to think straight? Is there anything in this hall that can stop me from walking around?"
After speaking, he took another lap around the hall, returning to the white orb with a face full of "What nonsense are you talking about?"
This Grand Hall had been abandoned for so long, not a living soul, just two dead ones. Could there be something else here?
Gu Heng didn't see anything, and he thought this... Purple Sword True Immortal might really be a bit confused.
Can't blame him, he's dead after all, what more can you expect?
But Jian Xuan finally saw clearly.
The ancient formation couldn't even be triggered!
This person walked right into the formation's killing range, and the formation only operated for a moment before completely stalling!
Jian Xuan knew this person hadn't made a move, and the formation couldn't have failed. There was only one possibility: his very presence rendered the formation ineffective!
Was there such a terrifying existence in the world?
Someone who could easily kill a Great Ascension stage cultivator like him, yet couldn't touch this guy?
What kind of terrifying being had come to this place?
"May I ask, what is this senior's name?"
If Jian Xuan still had a body, he would have bowed respectfully, but he didn't.
"My name is Gu Heng, and why do people keep calling me senior or mister lately? It's so unpleasant."
Gu Heng pouted.
"Then, how should I address you?"
Jian Xuan asked cautiously.
"Young Master Gu sounds nice, doesn't it? Even though you're a ghost, meeting here is fate. Consider me your friend, and I'll call you Old Xuan from now on."
"Whatever makes you happy..."
Jian Xuan thought for a moment. He had never met such a strong person with this kind of temperament.
Pretending to be young.