Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 402: I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword, but...

"Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Academy slew twelve sword demons and three hundred sword armors here."

At the foot of a ten-foot cliff, a teacher in a blue-gray linen robe stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"It's better to be young..."

"I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword, but..."

When he was still called Ying Xuan, he also practiced swordsmanship, killed decisively, and roamed the world with a sword.

Unfortunately, when he became Chen Xuan and the Master, he put away his murderous nature.

"Om-"

Not far away, a faint sword energy surged up, and a young man in a black martial arts robe stood up.

There was a floating sword spirit in his body, and his face was full of joy.

"Who is this today who has gained enlightenment on the Dao of the Sword by observing Master Zhang's inscription?"

"In the past seven or eight days, at least thirty sword cultivators who have attained enlightenment in front of the inscription here have made great progress in their understanding of the sword."

"This opportunity is all thanks to Master Zhang. Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Academy is worthy of being taught by the Master himself."

Noisy discussions arose, and envious glances were cast at the young man in black robe.

The young man in black robe, holding a long sword, walked to the front of the stone tablet and bowed to the bluestone inscription.

"All the insights I, Zhao Qianming, gained today were given to me by Master Zhang. Zhao Qianming would like to thank Master Zhang."

After saying this, he held the sword and went to the blank space under the stone tablet, using the sword as a pen to quickly carve words.

"I have practiced swordsmanship for forty years. I have studied and comprehended Master Zhang's inscription and have discovered the art of transforming lightness and heaviness. I emulate Master Zhang's actions and leave my insights here to benefit those who come after me."

"The so-called way to handle the heavy with the light is to make the heavy seem light, and to make the light seem heavy..."

Below the stone tablet, there are not only the words left by Zhao Qianming, but also dozens of long and short messages expressing his insights into sword practice.

They were all left behind by sword practitioners who had gained enlightenment after observing here.

The Master looked at the sword practitioners around him, some of whom were sitting cross-legged in meditation, while others were dancing with their swords. He couldn't help but chuckle and nodded.

He moved forward quietly, and the direction he left was exactly Qingyun Mountain, where the gate of Qingyun Immortal Sect was located.

Qingyun Mountain.

The rolling hills are shrouded in fairy air.

At this moment, in the hall on the top of the mountain, dozens of Taoists with different figures and auras as heavy as mountains were sitting.

In the middle of the hall, there is a stele with an inscription printed in cinnabar, and next to it are several young Taoists sitting cross-legged.

Sword energy surged through the bodies of these young disciples, and it was clear that each of them was an elite who had cultivated sword energy.

"Using force to defeat cleverness, he actually follows the path of Buddhism."

Looking at the inscription, a Taoist master spoke lightly.

This is Li Yuanhui, the elder of the Sword Hall of Qingyun Immortal Sect. His sword skills have reached the level of sword intent, and he is considered a well-known master in the sword lineage of Qingyun Immortal Sect.

"The inscription on the stele is ancient and crude. It is said that Zhang Juzheng was proficient in seal carving. This is a result of analogy. We cannot regard him as an ordinary swordsman." The white-bearded Taoist priest at the top position, not far from the sect leader Wu Yunzi, reminded.

"Elder Wu Songzi reminded me that Zhang Juzheng entered Bailu Mountain with his calligraphy and painting skills, and later became famous for his dual cultivation of Confucianism and martial arts. He also possesses Buddhist techniques and immortal swordsmanship. Such a person should not be taken lightly."

In the hall, many people nodded.

Wu Yunzi sat upright with an expressionless face. He waved his hand to let the disciples who were observing the inscription leave, then turned to look at the sect elders in the hall.

"Zhang Juzheng should not be feared."

"This Sect Master is worried about why he wants to break the sword armor, kill the sword demon, and leave an inscription?"

Wu Yunzi's words brought silence to the hall.

Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Mountain was indeed known for his decisiveness and cruelty in killing people. He committed many killings when he was stationed in the back mountain of Bailu Mountain.

But when he arrived at the Buddhist territory, all the killings were not done on the spot, giving others the opportunity.

In front of the gate of Leiyin Zen Temple, he did not actually kill him.

But why is there such a massacre this time under the rule of Qingyun Immortal Sect?
"Could it be that he is really angry because my Immortal Sect sent people to kill him..."

The elder's voice faded away.

How could the plans of a figure like Zhang Juzheng be so superficial?

Such people always think three steps ahead and would never kill based on their personal mood.

"Master."

Wu Yunzi narrowed his eyes and looked outside the hall.

"Zhang Juzheng wants to provoke my Qingyun Immortal Sect and lead it into a deadly battle with the White Deer Academy."

"Master, you want to have a fight with this Sect Master..."

As he finished speaking, a flying crane transformed from a spiritual light in the distance landed in front of him.

He raised his hand and the spiritual light dissipated, turning into a few words.

"The Master has gone down the mountain."

Wu Yunzi laughed heartily and stood up. "Master, you want to fight to the death in my Qingyun Immortal Sect?"

"He underestimates the strength of our Qingyun Immortal Sect."

After hearing Wu Yunzi's words, all the elders in the hall slowly stood up, their fighting spirit gathered, and the atmosphere in the hall became more solemn.

The elders' faces were tense.

Facing the Master head-on, and fighting to the death with him, who would dare not be extremely careful?
"Master, do you want to open the secret realm now and take out the Qingyun Sword?" Li Yuanhui bowed and asked.

The Qingyun Sword is the most precious treasure of the Qingyun Immortal Sect. With the power of this sword, Wuyunzi was undefeated in the battle with the Master.

This time, in order to deal with the Master's desperate battle, of course, we must borrow the power of the Qingyun Sword.

"Why do you want to take the Qingyun Sword?" Wu Yunzi turned and looked at Li Yuanhui.

Li Yuanhui was stunned.

All the elders in the hall were stunned.

Wu Yunzi glanced at everyone and asked, "Do you think this Sect Master would fight with the Master just for the sake of some illusory face?"

"Master, your life span is drawing to a close, so you are not afraid of life or death."

"But if our sect master suffers any casualties, all the demons will surely rise up and attack the Qingyun Immortal Sect."

"Am I the kind of person who only cares about personal reputation and ignores the interests of the sect?"

Wu Yunzi's voice echoed in the hall.

The elders opened their mouths, but had nothing to say.

The sect leader is devoted to the sect, so it is difficult for anyone to touch him.

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Eight thousand miles away from Qingyun Immortal Sect, Zhang Juzheng challenged the Yuping Mountain Taoist Temple, the outer courtyard of Qingyun Immortal Sect.

The disciples of Yuping Mountain stayed indoors, so Zhang Juzheng used his finger as a sword and broke the mountain protection formation with one sword, leaving twelve sword marks.

Sword cultivators from all sides came upon hearing the news and observed and comprehended the sword intent left on the sword marks.

Six thousand miles away from Qingyun Immortal Sect, Zhang Juzheng challenged the Baiting Immortal Sect, a branch of Qingyun Immortal Sect.

The great formation was activated on Baiting Mountain, and all the disciples stayed indoors. Zhang Yuan borrowed Xun Lin's sword and cut off half of Baiting Mountain with one sword, leaving behind a cliff of sword energy.

Countless sword cultivators came to the scene after hearing the news.

"when--"

"when--"

"when--"

Three thousand miles away from Qingyun Immortal Sect is Luoxia Mountain.

The bell at the Luoxia Sword Sect's mountain gate rang out, and sword lights flashed and shuttled, covering the entire mountain gate.

"Hurry, hurry, set up the mountain protection formation, and all the formations."

"Zhang Juzheng is here. What an opportunity, a great opportunity! My Luoxia Sword Sect can now achieve what it has today."

"All disciples, withdraw and take up good positions. When Master Zhang breaks the formation and leaves behind his sword intent, I, Luoxia disciple, will be the first to observe and comprehend it."

Loud shouts rang out, and on the mountains, the disciples and elders of Luoxia Sword Sect ran quickly with joy on their faces.

The joy of the mountain gate being breached.

There are countless sword cultivators scattered on the surrounding mountains.

"Hey, how come this opportunity has come to the Luoxia Sword Sect?"

"How tragic! My Yunling Sword Sect and Luoxia Sword Sect have been battling for so many years, always evenly matched, yet today we were defeated in this way."

Voices came one after another, revealing envy and emotion.

"boom--"

The dazzling sword light slashed down, and the mountain protection formation shattered.

"Oh--"

"Haha, it's broken, broken with one blow..."

"it is good--"

"Master Zhang is indeed so sharp—"

Cheers rang out across the mountains.

Xun Lin, who was standing beside Zhang Yuan, turned around and looked around, a trace of helplessness on his face.

Along the way with Zhang Yuan, in addition to improving his swordsmanship, many other things refreshed his cognition.

The whole mountain was filled with sword cultivators, cheering that their sect’s mountain protection formation had been broken. Where had they ever seen such a scene?
"Let's go to Qingyun Mountain."

Zhang Yuan's voice was calm.

(End of this chapter)