Yinshan Record

Chapter 260 The Fourteenth Ancestral Weapon
This was indeed a premeditated scheme by him, designed to force He Wuji to show himself.

Otherwise, it would have taken an unknown amount of effort to force this person out of the White Deer Cave Heavenly Stable.

He Wuji held the knife in both hands. He was not tall, and the blades were long and narrow, making him look rather ridiculous.

Do you know why I'm ranked at the bottom in the Heavenly Stables Academy?

He Wuji sneered, but his eyes were incredibly resolute.

"It's all because I treat your moral principles and ethics as nothing but nonsense, so the teachers in the academy all give me a poor rating for my character."

Upon hearing this, the tiger demon suddenly smiled.

"In that case, all my arrangements have not been in vain."

As the thug spoke, he channeled his inner energy, his body swelling to nearly four zhang in size. His body was covered in colorful fur and shrouded in a dark mist. Four white, malevolent eyes appeared on his ferocious tiger head, sweeping across the surroundings with an uncontrollable evil aura.

In an instant, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the howling wind sounded like the wailing of ghosts.

His body was covered in bulging muscles, and he wore a crimson stone armor. He licked his tongue.

"Gentlemen, please watch the battle for now and see how I take down this kid."

As they spoke, the estate and guests vanished into thin air, revealing their true forms as demons and monsters.

The Prince of Wuling shuddered as he watched the tables, chairs, plates, and dishes before him vanish into nothingness, the hearty dishes dissipating like clouds and mist. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch his stomach.

What did I just eat?
Madam Xie's expression was solemn. Her maid, Zhu'er, looked at the tiger on the other side, but with a slight exertion of her magic, a flash of light directly separated Prince Wuling and Madam Xie from the battlefield.

Zhu'er's body was surrounded by a tangible red aura that spread out like two ribbons, each carrying layers of magical power. As it rolled along, it casually shattered several demons and monsters blocking its path.

"Oh dear, I misjudged you. I didn't expect my brother to be so unassuming. Even a maidservant by his side has such cultivation."

He looked at Su Che as he spoke.

"To be able to conceal one's demonic aura so skillfully, I wonder what kind of background they have?"

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know?"

Su Che glanced at Yan Qi: "They've started fighting here, shouldn't we take cover?"

"I just sprained my ankle, so it's inconvenient for me."

Su Che ignored him, and rode a gust of yin wind, soaring directly into the air.

However, it floated upwards.

"This sword is six feet seven inches long and is called the Moon-Severing Blade. It is one of the fourteen ancestral weapons of the Heavenly Horse Academy. To use this sword to kill you today would be an insult to its reputation."

It's actually the Fourteenth Ancestor's Weapon?
Since Bailudong was Su Che's enemy, they naturally tried their best to gather relevant information, and the fourteen ancestral weapons of the Shangsi Academy were indeed renowned.

Since Tian Si Yuan was the place in Bai Lu Dong where people practiced combat techniques, Su Che estimated that most of his future enemies would come from there, so he paid special attention to it.

There's nothing particularly remarkable about Tian Si Academy; it's not much different from the other academies in Bai Lu Dong. However, Tian Si Academy contains fourteen divine weapons, which are said to be the weapons of the sages of the Martial Confucian lineage throughout the ages.

The third rank of the Martial Confucian lineage is called a Sage, which is roughly equivalent to the True Person of the Xuanmen and the Arhat of the Buddhist sect in terms of rank. However, in terms of skills, they are indeed a level below the Xuanmen and Buddhist sects. However, the Sages of the Martial Confucian lineage have another kind of supernatural power, which is that after their death and the dissipation of their Dao, they leave behind something that is called a vessel.

These objects of veneration themselves embody the principles and cultivation of sages. As long as one proceeds step by step, one can ascend to higher levels. They can be considered the most excellent classic texts.

Sometimes, a pair of straw sandals or a paper fan can guide future generations to attain immortality and enlightenment. The mystery behind this is truly worth pondering.

A martial arts sage may leave behind many things to cherish, but in the cultivation world, the most valuable thing is their arsenal.

The Martial Confucian lineage uses martial arts to attain enlightenment. Even those with martial arts supernatural powers often use weapons. These divine weapons, which have been assimilated and refined by their martial arts over many years, are no less powerful than any magical treasure in this world.

For example, the Imperial Academy collected the Spring and Autumn Blade, the weapon of a martial saint named "Mr. Chongning," which could emit light every night, as if another moon had appeared in the sky.

Demons and evil cultivators passing by the Imperial College often disturbed this sword and were instantly killed with a single strike.

After years of operation, Bailudong Academy has collected fourteen weapons belonging to the sages who attained immortality through their sect's cultivation. These fourteen weapons are collectively known as the Fourteen Ancestral Weapons.

In order to deal with potential enemies who might wield weapons in the future, Su Che had already memorized the names of the fourteen ancestral weapons.

This Broken Mountain Blade is about six feet long. It was once the weapon of a sage named Sun Duyu from Bailudong. This blade can absorb the earth's power for the use of the wielder. Holding it is like holding a country, hence it is called the Divine Blade of the State.

Back then, Sun Duyu wielded this blade and fought against the combined attack of the Five Sacred Mountains Gods. These were truly remarkable deities from ancient times, far from the mere oddities of today. Sun Duyu single-handedly slew five gods, cutting off half of the dynasty's fate, hence the blade's name, the Mountain-Severing Blade.

But unexpectedly, one of these items ended up in the hands of He Wuji right in front of them.

Su Che naturally knew that the objects entrusted to these Confucian martial saints were not just some random cabbage. Otherwise, the Fourteen Ancestral Weapons would have changed their masters every year, and in less than a hundred years, White Deer Cave would have become one of the forces with the most fifth-rank soldiers in the world.

The person who takes over must first gain the approval of the object on which it is entrusted, otherwise they will be attacked by these ancestral weapons.

Secondly, one must follow the path of the ancient sages. To put it bluntly, whatever the military strategist practiced back then, you must practice the same. If Sun Duyu had castrated himself to practice swordsmanship, then He Wuji would have had to cut himself as well.

Therefore, it is generally quite difficult for the military leaders in the Heavenly Stable Academy to attain immortality.

To put it bluntly, no one can step into two identical rivers, nor can two identical leaves. "Those who learn from me will live, those who imitate me will die"—this is indeed an irrefutable truth.

Su Che remained hidden in the air, but his pair of lightning-fast eyes had already locked onto the old ox. This simpleton had taken off to escape as soon as the two sides started fighting, but he hadn't gone far and was still circling around, seemingly lost in thought.

However, Su Che was even more curious about the appearance of the weapon master of Bailudong. Weren't the people of Bailudong worried that such a divine weapon had slipped out?

Compared to the old ox below who seemed hesitant to leave, Su Che was more concerned about whether there were other people standing behind He Wuji.

He Wuji stood with his sword drawn, determined to advance rather than retreat.

The tiger demon's body was surrounded by layers of oppressive power, as solid as gold and iron, making it extremely difficult for He Wuji to take each step forward.

As the demonic aura descended, his face was devoid of color, yet he held the knife in both hands, the back of the blade resting on his right shoulder, and stepped forward.

The tiger demon, its four pairs of evil eyes shrouded in white, looked at him mockingly, yet stood there as imposing as a mountain.

"Kid, don't say your uncle is bullying you. I'll stand still and let you slash me first."

(End of this chapter)