If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 67 The Sword That Fell From the Sky
On the Heaven-Mending Platform, tens of thousands of disciples knelt, the blood patterns beneath their feet surging and turning into wisps of blood energy that coiled around their bodies.

"Elder, I am not a spy for the demonic path!"

"You are the demonic cultivator! You scoundrel! You will die a horrible death!"

"Ridiculous! So many spies from the demonic path! What a joke! I never imagined the Tai Xuan Sect was so dark. They even claim to be the number one righteous sect in Taicang! Hahaha, it won't be long before the Taicang Dynasty is destroyed!"

"Chu Xian, even if I die, I will never let you go, even as a ghost!"

"Aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of both gods and men and facing retribution for such actions?"

Cries, pleas for mercy, curses, and all sorts of sounds filled the outer city gate.

On the stone pillar in the center of the Heaven-Mending Platform, blood began to gush from the bottom of the grooves, as if the meridians were congested with blood, which was eerie and terrifying.

Rolling dark clouds surged in from all directions, quickly covering the outer city gates and plunging the city into darkness.

A pale golden light shield emanating from the Demon-Subduing Umbrella began to appear, enveloping the entire city. Those disciples who had not ascended the Heaven-Mending Platform wanted to escape the city, but they were unable to break out.

Ye Lan trembled, trying to stand up, but she couldn't. Feeling her spiritual energy being drained away, her eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Su Han and Zhen Qin, standing to the side, were in the same predicament, unable to speak and only able to wait in despair for death to come.

distance.

In the attic.

The hunchbacked old man stared at Chu Xian's figure with a solemn expression, saying, "I never expected him to be so powerful. The geniuses of the Tai Xuan Sect are indeed extraordinary, after only a few years..."

Fear also showed in Jiang Qiong's eyes. Just facing Chu Xian's oppressive aura, she dared not make any rash moves. The difference in strength was too great.

"So that's how it is, the legendary Qiankun Nirvana Formation..."

Jiang Qiong muttered to herself, which made the hunchbacked old man look at her and say, "Miss, this formation is likely to threaten us. We should retreat quickly."

Jiang Qiong nodded. Her target was not Chu Xian. Chu Xian's appearance had caught her off guard, especially the Qiankun Nirvana Formation, which had a great impact on her.

The two immediately turned around and prepared to leave the outer city gate.

Rumbling--

Thunder rumbled from the dark clouds in the sky, like the roar of a god, both suppressed and loud.

Chu Xian looked up, his eyes calm. He glanced at it once, then looked back at the city.

Looking at the tens of thousands of disciples struggling below, a look of pity appeared in his eyes.

"To make sacrifices for the eternal prosperity of the Tai Xuan Sect is to make your lifelong cultivation worthwhile."

He muttered to himself, as if trying to comfort himself. The pity in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his gaze became indifferent.

He raised his hand, grabbed the Demon-Subduing Umbrella, and prepared to increase his power to refine the cultivation of all the disciples on the platform in one go.

Ye Lan was already prostrate on the ground. She struggled to lift her eyes and looked up. Under the rolling thunderclouds, Chu Xian's figure was so terrifying.

But at this moment, she saw not Chu Xian, but another figure.

She worried that Gu An would not escape this calamity.

She felt remorseful; she should have gone to find Gu An yesterday and asked him to leave Tai Xuan Sect ahead of time.

Today's events are heinous and immoral; Chu Xian will surely slaughter all the servant disciples belonging to this outer city.

The crimson runes on her body increased, like chains that tightly bound her, as if trying to drag her into the earth. An unprecedented exhaustion surged over her like a raging storm, and her eyelids trembled as she closed them.

The white spirit sword at her waist was still trembling violently, as if it were worried for its master.

at this time.

Ye Lan seemed to sense something and subconsciously opened her eyes to look. Sunlight shone on her face. Not only her, but the other disciples who were enduring the torment also opened their eyes because the sky suddenly brightened.

The bloodied and mangled Lu Jiujia could only glance at the sky out of the corner of his eye. Under his gaze, the rolling thunderclouds in the sky had been dispersed. Judging from the cloud waves on the horizon, they had clearly been dispersed by some powerful force.

Jiang Qiong and the hunchbacked old man, who were walking quickly down the street, could see it more clearly. They turned their heads and stopped.

Above the Demon-Subduing Umbrella, outside the pale golden light shield, floated a sword. The sword was shrouded in sword energy, obscuring its blade; all that could be seen was that it was a slender sword.

Chu Xian looked up, moved the demon-subduing umbrella aside, and frowned.

"Who?"

His voice rang out, and there was a hint of nervousness in his tone.

The word "who" gave hope to everyone in the city, and the disciples sealed in the Heaven-Mending Platform had eyes full of anticipation.

boom!
An overwhelming sword intent burst forth from the sword shadows in the sky, instantly shattering the pale golden light curtain that enveloped the entire city.

Chu Xian's expression changed drastically. He immediately channeled his spiritual power into the Demon-Subduing Umbrella, causing it to shake violently and unleash tremendous power to resist the sword energy of the sword shadow.

"combine……"

Chu Xian's eyes snapped open, and he had barely uttered a single word when the sword shadow fell with an extremely domineering force, shattering the vast power of the Demon-Subduing Umbrella, piercing through his flesh.

Like a shooting star falling!

A sword shadow descended from the sky and landed on the Heaven-Mending Platform. The blade sank into the platform stone, trembling incessantly. A powerful sword intent burst forth, scattering all the blood-red runes on the platform, and the huge stone pillar was instantly shattered.

The sword intent swept across Ye Lan's body, causing her robes to flutter, and she felt as if she had just woken up from a nightmare.

Su Han and Zhen Qin did the same; they quickly stood up.

More and more disciples broke free of their restraints, turned around, and looked at the sword shadow in the center of the platform. In their eyes, the sword was not scary, because it had saved them.

Some people looked up and saw that Chu Xian was still suspended in the air, his right hand holding the handle of the Demon-Subduing Umbrella. His body was trembling, and blood was flowing uncontrollably from his seven orifices.

"Why……"

Chu Xian's voice trembled as he spoke, but before he could finish, bursts of sword light erupted from his body, and he vanished into thin air, his very soul unable to escape. The sky then glowed with a dark yellow light, as if dusk had fallen.

"How is that possible... He's at the Transcendent Realm..."

The hunchbacked old man stared wide-eyed, his voice filled with terror.

Jiang Qiong also found it difficult to remain calm. Chu Xian was already a being above the Nascent Soul Realm. What kind of cultivation level would it take to kill Chu Xian with a single sword strike?

Following her gaze, a pillar of energy descended from the sky, connecting to the Heaven-Mending Platform, as if splitting the entire world in two.

That's sword energy!

Such a swordsman has actually been born into this world...

At this moment, Jiang Qiong felt extremely small and mediocre, as if the century of injury had eliminated her from the world of cultivation.

at the same time.

The Third Medicine Valley.

Under a large tree, Old Tian looked towards the outer city gate. Even though it was far away, he could still see the pillar of sword energy above the Heaven-Mending Platform.

"Combined..."

Old Tian muttered to himself, his voice audible only to himself.

On the mountaintop at the edge of Medicine Valley, Ye Yan stood facing the wind. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew from the front, pulling his robes back. He held a long spear, his body as steadfast as a pine tree, without swaying.

He squinted at the distant pillar of sword energy, his heart filled with astonishment.

Dozens of miles away.

Shen Zhen stood on the cliff, with the cave entrance behind her. The wind and waves billowed her black clothes and her veil, making the lower half of her face appear and disappear.

Her eyes also reflected the pillar of sword energy, filled with curiosity.

The Tai Xuan Sect actually has such a swordsman hidden away!

She couldn't help but think of that Flying Leaf Sword Immortal, who killed a Nascent Soul cultivator by plucking a leaf. No one knew how high his cultivation level was, or even who he was.

……

Ye Lan stood at the edge of the Heaven-Mending Platform, with hundreds of thousands of disciples in front of her. She could not see the sword shadows surrounded by the sea of ​​people, but her gaze couldn't help but fall on the White Spirit Sword at her waist.

The sword was still trembling slightly.

A complex expression appeared in her eyes.

Just then, the outer disciples in front retreated one after another, making a deafening commotion. Ye Lan was attracted by a sharp voice.

That's the sound of a sword blade sharpening against stone!

She immediately leaped into the air, riding her flying sword, and soared into the sky. Not only her, but tens of thousands of disciples did the same, scattering into the air, creating an incredibly spectacular scene.

Everyone who came into the air stared wide-eyed, for they saw the sword shadow that had killed Chu Xian moving rapidly. The blade was still embedded in the platform stone, sliding along, sparks flying, and sword intent overflowing.

Elder Liu Chang of the library frowned and muttered, "The...right path..."

After the sword shadow wrote the last stroke, it soared into the sky, passing over the heads of all the disciples, and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Everyone turned to look at the Heaven-Mending Platform, where two large characters were engraved in the center.

right way!

The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, exuding extreme sharpness and a chilling aura!

Jiang Qiong and the hunchbacked old man flew into the air and saw the two large characters. The two demonic cultivators from Qianqiu Pavilion were also shocked.

The righteous path of Taicang was engaging in demonic practices, but was ultimately stopped by a mysterious sword cultivator who left behind the words "righteous path".

What does this mean?
Although the Tai Xuan Sect has its dark side, it also has great cultivators with a heart full of justice!

Jiang Qiong had always scoffed at the Tai Xuan Sect's claim to be a righteous sect, believing that the Tai Xuan Sect was merely fooling the world. But now she suddenly felt that the Tai Xuan Sect might not be so despicable after all.

……

Xuan Valley, inside the pavilion.

Gu An sat at his desk, his brows slightly furrowed.

Someone has locked onto his Qinghong Sword, making it difficult for him to directly retrieve it.

He was controlling his sword with sword intent; that previous sword strike was no ordinary attack, but a move from the Tai Cang Jing Shen Sword.

The Supreme Divine Sword of the Fusion Realm!

"Since you insist on pursuing it, that's perfect. Let me show you that there's a sword hanging over your heads within the Tai Xuan Sect."

Gu An silently thought about it, then picked up the brush, preparing to try to multitask.

The Azure Sword was already more than 6,000 miles away from him, and the distance was rapidly increasing.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the Azure Sword, swirling with sword energy, swiftly traversed the sky, leaving behind a long trail of energy that stretched to the horizon.

Suddenly, the Azure Sword stopped and hovered above the clouds.

In less than three breaths, a golden light streaked across the sky and quickly arrived in front of the Azure Sword, less than a hundred feet away.

As the golden light faded, a man dressed in a blue Taoist robe appeared. He held a whisk in his hand and looked like a Taoist immortal, but his expression was somewhat solemn.

"Who exactly are you? I've never heard of a sword cultivator at the Integration Realm in the Taicang Dynasty," the man in the Daoist robe asked seriously.

(End of this chapter)