Yinshan Record

Chapter 921 Enlightenment Through Sword-Splitting Water: A Startling Moment (Part 2)
Three months later.

"Mr. Ye must have had a long and arduous journey from the Central Plains."

In the newly renovated Honglu Tower of the Changsheng Sect, Lü Zheng carefully served tea to the martial arts scholar in front of him.

The first-rate figures of Bu Xu, who were once the gods he imagined, are now people he can see frequently.

Having seen so many deities, it's easy to become desensitized to them.

"It's true, I have indeed been quite worried lately."

Ye Yin served hot tea to slightly relieve his fatigue.

Bailudong has been having a tough time lately.

The incident at the Wanling Sect caused a bloodbath. Several righteous sects in the Southern Wilderness of the Central Plains, led by Yuyang Mountain and supported by Qingwang Valley and the South Sea Sword Sect, asked the East Sea Sword Palace for help. Several longevity sword cultivators flew through the air like lightning and began to investigate.

Many private matters were immediately brought to light.

The fact that the Wanling Sect has been buying people from the Central Plains for so many years, and how those powerful families in the Central Plains have been capturing slaves and selling them to the south, is something that cannot be kept secret from others.

Three ministers died in the Northern Dynasties, and two powerful families were wiped out in the Southern Dynasties.

Yuwen Rui, along with Lao Su and Wei Huaiwen, fought together from both the north and south, resulting in a truly bloody battle.

White Deer Cave was already facing some difficulties in the Central Plains, and now, with many connections severed, their situation is becoming increasingly difficult.

If that's all there is to it, there's still a chance things can be salvaged.

The East Sea Sword Palace also found traces of the Seven-Headed Demon Dragon in the outer void. This old man was one of the two leaders of the Longevity Realm of the Myriad Spirits Sect.

Just when they were about to be captured and interrogated, the Lord of the End of Dharma suddenly arrived. With his supreme power, he scared away the sword cultivators of the Sword Palace who were at the Great Tribulation Dharma Realm and directly corrupted the Seven-Headed Demon Dragon with demonic energy, thus protecting the most important secret.

However, how could such a thing be kept secret from others? Following the clues, the East Sea Sword Palace discovered that the Lord of the End Times was named "Deva-anagamana," whose specific title was "Defiled Desire Annihilation Heaven," a demon who sought the pure destruction of all things.

He has committed numerous evils in this world, and of course, this Lord of the End Times has a clear label attached to him over the years.

"A vicious dog raised by the Demon King of Juntian Guangle," whenever the Demon King of Juntian wanted to deal with someone, this "Demon King of Filth and Desire" would naturally take action and run errands for him.

Now that this person has emerged to kill and silence witnesses, it's self-evident who is behind the whole thing.

The outcome of this matter made Ye Yin secretly worried.

Could it be that this Demon Lord Juntian Guangle is really behind our family, and the entire White Deer Cave is full of his henchmen?
That would be a huge joke.

"I wonder if your sect leader has any free time?"

"The sect leader is cultivating in a hermitage on the back mountain, and he probably won't have much time to receive guests these days. Last time, a fellow Daoist from the South Sea Sword Sect sent a visiting card, but the sect leader didn't even look at it and just chased them away."

Lu Zheng smiled slightly.

Now in charge of the Longevity Sect, he is the only disciple openly acknowledged by Yang Sui, and his status and position have risen accordingly.

"Oh, that's how it should be, that's how it should be."

Ye Yin's brows furrowed tightly into a "川" shape.

"However, the sect leader has already given instructions that if Senior Ye comes, we should at least be able to meet him."

Lü Zheng laughed heartily.

"In the sect leader's heart, Senior Ye is no different from others; he is a good friend and an old friend of our sect."

Ye Yin felt a slight warmth in his heart; this Yang Sui was still nostalgic after all.

"During the last trip to the Hungry Ghost Path, the sect leader was already soaring to the heavens, his name resounding throughout the land. I heard that True Person Yu Lizi of the Yellow Heaven Path had strictly ordered his disciples not to attack your sect at will. He was preparing to personally compete with Brother Yang. Although it was not a good thing, it certainly enhanced his prestige."

Ye Yin shook his head and sighed.

"Speaking of which, it seems that Huang Tiandao and your sect have some conflicts. These celestial scum are really too temperamental. They have never cared about the lives of us on earth."

Lu Zheng seized the opportunity and said, "What can a mere Yu Lizi do to become the leader of our sect? He is truly arrogant."

"It's time to curb their arrogance."

The two chatted and laughed as they passed through the gate of the Longevity Sect and slowly walked towards the back of the mountain.

Enjoying the sights of the Changsheng Sect as it stands today is quite an experience.

"Senior, please look ahead. This is the Yuanqi Cauldron. Our sect absorbs spiritual energy and uses it to melt medicinal liquids to create pills. Therefore, each pill has similar medicinal power, neither more nor less. It is currently the most sought-after in the East Sea."

A furnace, as large as a small mountain, was breathing in and out vital energy halfway up the mountain. Hundreds and thousands of disciples of the Longevity Sect were arranged in formation on it. With every move they made, spiritual energy stirred up layers of rainbow light, which dyed half of the sky.

Even though Ye Yin was still two or three miles away from the furnace, he could still feel a force that could restrain him.

“Your sect’s teachings are indeed difficult for outsiders to comprehend.”

Ye Yin had traveled all over the country for many years and had never seen such a scene.

"This does resemble the East Sea Sword Palace practicing its sword formation."

He muttered to himself, but still spoke outwardly.

"Your clan's furnace is indeed extraordinary."

"This was made by the old man Bei Nu Tian himself, and was personally transported from the North Pole by the senior Wu You Tian. It is in accordance with the wonderful principles of Yin and Yang, externally refining spiritual liquid and internally cultivating profound skills. I have also presided over it twice and have truly gained a lot."

Lü Zheng savored the taste.

"I wonder what Bailudong's interpretation of the word 'creation' is?"

"Our school takes cultivating qi as its foundation. As the saying goes, 'I am good at cultivating my vast and righteous qi. When the vast and righteous qi is formed, all things bow down.' As for creation, although in recent years some elderly members of our school have started with Tai Chi to expound on teachings, their skills are still not up to par."

Ye Yin was quite moved.

These days, there are too many important matters to attend to, and we've done less of the work of sorting out and passing on our traditions to strengthen our foundation and cultivate our character.

In contrast, the Changsheng Sect, though a demonic sect, now presents a different atmosphere. Suddenly, a gust of wind arose in the sky, like a tornado, howling northwards.

Ye Yin looked up and could vaguely see the sword energy, which was quite disciplined.

"These are disciples of our sect going on a patrol of the northern mountains."

Lu Zheng laughed and said, "Three hundred people came out together, connecting with each other with their magic swords to form a sword formation. They moved like a raging dragon sweeping the earth and slashed like a celestial river hanging upside down. This set of formation diagrams was purchased by our sect from the East Sea Sword Palace at a high price."

"Does the East Sea Sword Palace sell this kind of thing?"

This was unexpected by Ye Yin.

"According to the merchant who bought them, they were not going to sell them at first. However, a person from the Sword Palace named Fifth Lun mediated and we were able to get four sets. This is just one of them."

So it was him. Ye Yin nodded without saying anything more.

Although Fifth Lun was only at the Void Step level, he was a prominent figure in the Sword Palace. The fact that he was willing to speak up showed that the deal was done.

That's just how things are in the East China Sea; money makes everything easier.

"The Ten Thousand Mountains are now plagued by demons, and it is said that some other demon is stirring up trouble behind the scenes, with demons frequently descending from the mountains. The Wuzhong Kingdom under our sect's jurisdiction is the first to be affected. Its ruler is Dugu Ba..."

Lu Zheng's voice trembled slightly as he continued, "The King of Dugu wrote several letters, and the sect leader then established this rule for searching the mountain. Every seven days, a master of the Rejuvenating Core stage from our sect will be stationed there, using a sword formation to rush north, slaying demons and suppressing ghosts when they encounter them."

"Now everyone in Wuzhong says that our sect has two great treasures: the Elixir of Immortality and the Yin-Yang Demon-Slaying Sword."

Lu Zheng smiled proudly as he spoke.

"This is all nonsense. Our sect reveres the Primordial Holy Way. We do not use swords to slay demons, nor do we seek any elixirs of immortality."

"It is also."

Ye Yin's expression was quite complicated.

After turning past the mountain gate, a bamboo forest gradually comes into view, from which a thick mist rises.

"Ahead lies the Sword Pavilion where the sect leader meditates."

Ye Yin looked at the gloomy fog in front of him and sensed a sense of disharmony.

This……

The fog was thick, yet it seemed to have the effect of isolating one's thoughts. Even the "wind angle divination" method, which the martial arts scholar was proficient in, was temporarily ineffective.

"Dividing into Yin and Yang, life and death are uncertain, is this mist mixed with... sword intent?"

Outsiders might not be able to see the mystery, but for a martial scholar like Ye Yin at the Void Step level, analyzing the nature of power is almost an instinct.

The murderous intent that could be faintly sensed emanating from the mist, and the invisible ghosts that seemed to walk within it...

What kind of kung fu is practiced here in Yang Sui?
Lu Zheng slowly walked into the fog. The thick fog around him seemed to be alive, automatically making way for him.

Ye Yin saw a blue stone path leading to the deepest part of the bamboo forest.

I walked forward for another two or three miles, and gradually I heard the sound of water.

"We have arrived at Jianlu."

Lü Zheng's voice gradually became more relaxed.

"The sect leader has been cultivating here for three months. I only had the opportunity to meet him by chance after being summoned..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a melodious piano tune came from inside.

The rain pattered down like a sudden downpour on the banana leaves, each drop crisp and clear, nourishing everything silently.

In an instant, a light drizzle began to fall in the vicinity.

Ye Yin's fist intent was difficult to suppress for a moment, so he immediately drew an arc around himself to isolate the fine rain that was condensed with sword intent.

"The White Deer Cave has the Unmoving Heart Palm technique; it is indeed remarkable."

"The sect leader's sword intent is so subtle and refined that it is truly remarkable."

Ye Yin sighed softly.

Before you is a cliff, from which a waterfall cascades down. Not far from the waterfall, you can see an ordinary thatched hut.

Su Che sat upright on a futon, holding a silver-white longsword in his hand, meditating by the pool below the waterfall.

"When did you acquire such a sword, fellow Daoist?"

Ye Yin looked at the longsword in Su Che's hand. It was ordinary and there seemed to be no magical power flowing on it, but judging from the "feel" on the blade, it must have just been forged.

"I casually crafted this in the Sword Pavilion these past few days."

Su Che smiled gently.

"While the sect leader is stirring up a storm outside, he himself is taking a break here amidst his busy schedule. He is truly a god among immortals."

"Fellow Daoist Ye has the well-being of all living beings in his heart, so naturally he cannot be a deity."

Ye Yin shook his head.

"I'm not that kind-hearted; I'm just following orders from my sect to run errands."

"I'm not here just for a peaceful life."

As Su Che spoke, he gently swung the long sword in his hand. A sword light, like the budding spring, leaped out and lightly sliced ​​across the waterfall, cutting the continuous waterfall in half.

Above, the jade dragon still spits out pearls, but below, it transforms into endless mist, vanishing into nothingness in the air.

This move not only made Lü Zheng's eyes widen, but also made Ye Yin's mouth go dry.

"Elder Ye, can my sword, which can cut through water, alleviate much of your sorrow?"