No matter if it's lamb meat, oil cakes, braised meat, or roasted meat, they have everything.

One of the vendors, a slender individual, was busily working, occupying an entire stall. On one side, a stove was burning with a large black iron pot on top, inside which big chunks of pork were boiling. They had been cooking for three hours, becoming tender and crumbly.

He placed the freshly baked sesame seed cakes on the table, golden on both sides, sprinkled with large black sesame seeds. With a vegetable knife, he sliced open the middle of the sesame seed cake, then used long bamboo chopsticks to lift out big pieces of pork from the pot, along with chopped green peppers, stuffing them into the cake.

Then he ladled a scoop of broth from the pot, gently pouring it into the cake, allowing the plain-tasting dough to absorb the long-simmered broth, making it soft and rich.

After delivering the ordered food to the customer, the shopkeeper finally caught a breath and knocked on his tense back muscles, suddenly feeling someone standing in front of his stall. His face instinctively broke into a smile as he greeted:

"What would you like to eat, guest? We have meat pies, stuffed cakes, lamb, and more. Although it's outside, the taste is no worse than those inns. Whatever you want to eat, feel free to order."

Smiling as he greeted, he had already raised his head, his smile suddenly freezing.

In front of him stood a tall young man, dressed in black, his face appearing somewhat pale, but it didn't affect the inherent hardness of his features. Or rather, the slight paleness of his face made his eyes appear even darker, like the cold stars in the night.

The shopkeeper's face stiffened, with a phrase rising in his mind.

Three white buns, one bowl of clear water.

While he was contemplating, the young man in black had already sat down.

The shopkeeper opened his mouth, with the ten copper coins also being copper thoughts, somewhat reluctantly went over to serve, and handed over the menu. Sure enough, the other party took the menu but did not flip through it, placing it back on the table with a backhand.

The smile on the shopkeeper's face was somewhat stiff as he said:

"What would the guest like to have?"

The young man in black said plainly:

"Hand-caught lamb and a serving of broth."

The shopkeeper almost thought he misheard, stunned for a moment.

Then he saw the youth in front slightly raise his chin, adding:

"Two servings of lamb."

......

At the city gate.

A martial expert from the Huangfu Family looked at the extraordinarily towering Qingyan city wall, smiled slightly, and called out to the defending general in a loud voice, then leapt up.

This place was already surrounded by many people, and with the appearance of the Huangfu Family expert, attempting to climb the city wall in front of the defending general, it naturally attracted more onlookers.

Ma Yihong was slightly startled, then realized something, his eyes suddenly narrowing.

The commanding general of the defending army sighed, feeling a bit sentimental.

The swordsman of the Huangfu Family soared several meters, lightly tapping his toes on the void, and leapt again, repeating this three times, he had already reached the peak of the city gate, standing in the air, with a shake of his wrist, a list flew out from his hand, fluttering in the wind with a clattering sound, and the double blades behind him unsheathed, nailing the list into the city wall.

To stand above the renowned masters and new talents.

Ma Yihong raised his eyes, squinting, seeing the list's name on one side, his heart surging, softly chanting—

"The Supreme List of the Land."

"Great Qin—Blade Madman."

Ma Yihong's heart suddenly brightened, he raised his eyes to look at the lines above, and the battle achievements below, with silence and calmness surrounding him, as if the previous disbelief had been completely crushed at this moment, like a winter cold worm.

"Blade Madman, emerged in the third year of the Great Yuan Era."

"With the might of a single blade, forced back the Immortal Pavilion of the major Fufeng sect, beheaded three Sixth Rank martial artists, and from fifty miles down the mountain from the Immortal Pavilion's main altar, bought wine and returned with heads."

"With the strength of one man, broke the Great Wilderness Stronghold."

"Burned mountains to make wine."

"Ten years of martial practice, suppressed twenty-one Sixth Rank county-level sect elders, five Fifth Rank elders of top sects within the time of burning one stick of incense, the blade technique domineering, fully grasping the essence of momentum."

"Twenty years ago, at the end of the Supreme List, Spring and Autumn Sword died outside the territory joining forces with the Two Old Men of Illusion; now Blade Madman, with his strength alone, forcibly breaks the joint force of the Two Old Men of Illusion, slaying one and leaving."

"His blade technique reaches heavenly secrets, causing a meteorological change within over two hundred and seventy miles with one strike."

"His internal strength martial body should have the pinnacle of Fourth Rank realm, within ten years, he will certainly step into the Grandmaster, leaping into the top thirty, and is hopeful to reach the pinnacle in this life."

"Three-day decision, Blade Madman replaces the original Grandmaster, Spring and Autumn Sword's rank."

The martial expert of the Huangfu Family stood in the void at the city gate, clasped his fists in salute from afar, and at the same time, the four main city gates, twelve auxiliary city gates, and three thousand city towers all had young martial artists, with straightened spines, clasping their fists in a distant salute to the void.

The four major gates of the Huangfu Family opened wide.

Disciples in white robes lined both sides, walking slowly, flicking their fingers on their blades.

The sound of the blade's cry was clear and resounding, as if gathered together, like waves, surging and rolling, filling the entire Northwest Xiong City, vast and magnificent.

"Congratulations to our Great Qin Jianghu."

"Congratulations to the predecessors, for slaying the foreign Grandmaster, becoming a supreme being of the world, unrivaled and free!"

"The Blade Madman of Fufeng, strike the Fufeng words, henceforth the Blade Madman of Great Qin."

Three thousand voices spoke simultaneously, gathering all the elite disciples of major sects and schools within the seventeen counties of the Northwest, shouting long and loud, echoing through the entire Tianxiong City, everyone could hear, this grand event of Jianghu, the supreme name, entered with the blood of the Grandmaster.

Vast and mighty, such was repeated thrice.

The head of the Great Qin Music Square, with a Fifth Rank body, led disciples to form a music formation, playing the Formation Breakthrough Tune.

Ma Yihong's mind surged, suddenly bursting into loud laughter, raising his hand to salute the city from afar, saying: