Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

Dugu Ming asked in surprise, "Is this person related to my disciple?"

"If you want to take over Wushuang City, you need to hold a coming-of-age ceremony in advance. Only your relatives can perform the capping ceremony for you, although they may not care."

Dugu Ming pondered for a moment, then frowned and said, "Sir, are you perhaps referring to my uncle, Dugu Jian? But he has been missing for a long time."

The boy originally hoped you would crown him, but he also longed to find his family.

"Do you know anything about Dugu Jian's past?" Su Yuchen asked.

Dugu Ming nodded and said, "This disciple has seen a few words about it in the books in the manor."

Su Yuchen said inexplicably, "He's a pitiful person too."

Chapter 543 Juggernaut

East of Wushuang City.

In the wilderness and forests.

"The Sword Saint began practicing swordsmanship at the age of three, achieved considerable skill by the age of seven, and at the age of eleven, he had transcended mere technique and entered the path of the sword."

"I am ashamed to admit that I am not as talented as my uncle."

"Purely in terms of swordsmanship talent, there is no one in this world who can surpass the Sword Saint."

"But, Uncle lost to Wuming," Dugu Ming asked, puzzled.

Speaking of Wuming, he also felt a longing for that legendary figure in the martial arts world.

Su Yuchen shook his head and said:

"Wuming's talent is at most on par with Dugu Jian's."

"Nameless had another extraordinary encounter back then, and obtained the mysterious sword technique left in the Hero Sword by the first sword master in this world, the 'Great Swordsman'."

"And this sword technique can help the owner of the Hero Sword deduce the opponent's next sword move."

"So although the Sword Saint was defeated, it can be said that he was defeated by the combined forces of the Nameless and the Great Swordsman. If we really judge it by talent, the final outcome between the two is still uncertain."

Dugu Ming frowned for a moment, then hesitated and said, "If what you say is true, then what was the point of my uncle's seclusion all these years? If Wuming were still alive, he would probably already know my uncle's next sword move."

"That's the wonder of the Mysterious Sword Technique," Su Yuchen nodded and said.

"However, you don't need to worry too much. In the end, the Mysterious Sword Technique is just because it occupies the source of the sword dao fortune of a world. No sword technique can escape the basic sword moves."

"But swordsmanship progresses from technique to the Way. After comprehending the primordial spirit of the sword, it can no longer be deduced from some random sword technique. At that time, the way of the sword is determined by the heart, and the human heart is the most unpredictable."

Dugu Ming nodded.

Su Yuchen continued walking deeper into the dense forest, saying as he went, "Therefore, Wuming can deduce the Sword Saint's next sword move, but he cannot deduce his final sword strike."

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"In your opinion, the Holy Spirit Sword Technique has not yet reached its end?"

An old, hoarse voice echoed through the forest.

"Uncle?" Dugu Ming looked up.

The dense forest in front of us had come to an end, replaced by an endless sea of ​​bamboo, with each stalk of green bamboo withered and yellow as if dead, and bamboo leaves covering the ground.

At the edge of the bamboo forest, a tall, resolute-looking old man appeared out of nowhere.

The old man bore a striking resemblance to Dugu Ming. A sword scar, tinged with crimson, marked the center of his forehead, adding to his unusual handsome appearance.

This old man was none other than the Sword Saint, Dugu Jian.

At this moment, however, the Sword Saint's hair and beard were withered, his vitality gone, and he looked old and frail. His tall stature could not conceal the hero's decline; his eyes were filled with vicissitudes, but only a trace of sword intent remained, showing his extraordinary nature.

Su Yuchen looked at the bamboo forest and said, "It truly is a sword of ruthlessness and heartlessness. Its sword intent permeates even the bamboo forest."

The Sword Saint remained silent.

Su Yuchen smiled and said, "You have exhausted your mind and energy to comprehend the twenty-second form of the sword, but you should know that this sword is still just a mortal's sword. If you want to use it to defeat Wuming, I'm afraid you can't."

"Then, please."

The Sword Saint remained silent for a moment before speaking.

Before he finished speaking, the Sword Saint's gaunt and tall figure erupted with fierce killing intent. His chilling killing aura, as vast as a mountain and as boundless as the sea, swirled and raged through the bamboo forest, causing it to tremble incessantly.

The Sword Saint looked up, his originally dim eyes now filled with sword light. With just one glance, Dugu Ming, who was following beside him, felt an endless sharpness and couldn't help but want to turn around and flee from this place.

The next second, bamboo leaves fell like rain. Between the Sword Saint and Su Yuchen, a falling bamboo leaf shot towards Su Yuchen like a sharp sword with murderous intent. The light, withered bamboo leaf transformed into a long sword, making a 'hissing' sound, and the sword energy filled the sky and earth.

Su Yuchen did not move, but a flash of sword light appeared in his open eyes, and his gaze seemed to materialize as it landed on the flying bamboo leaf.

Like a swift sword, the bamboo leaves suddenly turned into tiny specks of powder, dissipating within three feet of Su Yuchen; and without the support of the bamboo leaves, the sword saint's sword intent dissipated, leaving no strength remaining.

"All things in heaven and earth, grass, trees, bamboo, and rocks, can be used as swords; to carry a sword on a single leaf is to have reached the pinnacle of ordinary swordsmanship," Su Yuchen exclaimed.

The Sword Saint's eyes remained calm and unwavering. His figure swayed slightly as he pointed his right hand at his sword. With a single strike, the Sword Saint's gaunt figure seemed to vanish from its spot, leaving behind only endless sword energy and killing intent. The sword energy was as vast as mountains and as deep as the sea, stretching across the heavens and earth.

This sword strike is simple and straightforward, as fast as lightning and as swift as thunder. It possesses only endless speed and focus. Upon seeing this sword strike, one feels an endless chilling killing intent descend upon them, captivating both body and mind. It can be seen, yet there is no way to avoid it.

At the same time, Su Yuchen also unleashed boundless killing intent, and a sword intent that was unstoppable and bewildered in all directions soared into the sky.

Two invisible sword energies collided in the center, creating a huge shockwave that swept outwards like a tidal wave.

Su Yuchen and the Sword Saint, however, remained as still as rocks in the sea, unmoved by the raging storms, which eventually subsided into calm before them.

"This is not your sword," the Sword Saint said after a moment of silence.

Su Yuchen nodded: "This is a sword I saw in the past. My sword is not yet ready to be used."

The sword saint raised a brow, as if sensing his thoughts. The falling bamboo leaves made a 'hissing' sound, swirling around him, while the chilling sword energy roamed like a dragon.

At this moment, the Sword Saint himself transformed into a sword, and the bamboo leaves fluttering around him also transformed into his sword. Within a ten-foot radius, the Sword Saint had disappeared, leaving only twenty-two sword lights that sealed the heavens and earth, like a net of death, crisscrossing and enveloping Su Yuchen and the other person.

Faced with this sword strike, Su Yuchen's primordial spirit stirred, and a sword aura that could kill heaven and earth, kill all living beings, and annihilate heaven and earth erupted.

Under the sword energy, Dugu Ming felt as if his limbs and marrow were falling into an abyss. The endless killing sword energy was about to kill his body, true energy, and divine sense.

With a flash of sword energy, Su Yuchen's killing sword destroyed the sword net set up by the Sword Saint. With this sword strike, the Sword Saint's sword energy was also completely devoid of divine intent. This was no longer a sword, but a Dao. With just one move, it was meant to kill everything.

With a single strike, the sword energy had already reached the Sword Saint; if he couldn't withstand it, he would die!

Faced with this seemingly fatal sword strike, the Sword Saint instead revealed a smile. With just this one strike, he had already seen the path ahead.

The Sword Saint leaped forward, his right hand forming a sword shape with his fingers together. All his sword energy and intent were contained within, transforming into a single move called "Sword One," which he used to meet the Sword of Death head-on.

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"Uncle, watch out!"

Amidst Dugu Ming's unwilling shouts, the Sword Saint's body seemed to burst into flames, and endless sword energy and sword intent transformed into endless firewood of swordsmanship, converging into a sword that would rather die than bend.

The Sword Saint's body, true energy, sword intent, and sword momentum all merged into one, and a chilling golden light, as cold as a prison, shone from the Sword Saint's fingertips, colliding with Su Yuchen's killing sword.

With a "buzz," Dugu Ming's vision went blank, all five senses and six consciousnesses were stripped away, and his nascent spiritual consciousness dared only to retreat into his body.

The overwhelming sense of fear made him realize that if his divine sense were to extend beyond his body, he would be reduced to an idiot by the endless killing intent.

Chapter 544 The Fire Monkey and the Heart-Revealing Mirror

When Dugu Ming regained his five senses and six perceptions, he saw Su Yuchen standing quietly with his hands behind his back, his black and white robes without a single extra wrinkle.

Looking around, everything within a radius of ten feet had turned into broken limbs and withered leaves. The bamboo forest was overturned, and fallen leaves rained down. Everything that touched the ground turned into dust.

The invisible and intangible sword energy raged endlessly in the air and on the ground. Within a ten-zhang radius, everything was annihilated by the two remaining invisible sword energies and sword intents, leaving not a single leaf behind.

Dugu Ming glanced around and saw the Sword Saint: the Sword Saint's eyes were closed, his raised right arm was like a long sword, and he stood still without making a sound.

Dugu Ming felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he also knew that the Sword Saint had achieved his goal.

Seeing the Sword Saint in a state of neither life nor death, Su Yuchen could only do this much.

To counter your devastating sword strike, the Sword Saint gathered his essence, energy, and spirit, seeking life amidst death, and comprehended the Twenty-Third Sword Technique.

"Truly a sword prodigy, exceptionally talented." Su Yuchen exclaimed, flicking his sleeve. An invisible, gentle force propelled Dugu Ming backward at lightning speed, covering more than ten zhang in the blink of an eye.

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The next second, to Dugu Ming's puzzled look, a breeze stirred in the bamboo forest.

A breeze rose from the sword saint's withered, lifeless body. The gentle breeze carried a chilling coldness and instantly covered the sword saint's body for three zhang.

The swordsman's withered white beard and hair gradually began to shimmer with light, as if crystal-clear light was dancing on his body. Gradually, after an unknown amount of time, the swordsman's body began to glow.

The next second, a phantom sword saint, shimmering with wisps of sword light, stepped out of the body. With just one step, everything around the sword saint, the heaven and earth energy, transformed into swords, and the area within three zhang was covered by invisible sword energy.

The invisible sword energy and killing intent could even extinguish the sunlight within three zhang around the Sword Saint. The scene, which was clearly as holy as a god, gave people a sense of terror as an endless abyss that could devour everything.

At this moment, the Sword Saint achieved the Sword Dao Primordial Spirit, comprehended the Twenty-Third Form of Sword Dao Hell, and created his own Primordial Spirit Sword.

In the Sword Saint's bewildered primordial spirit eyes, divine light gradually gathered. As he 'looked' over, Dugu Ming felt a chill in his heart, as if he were about to fall into the deepest hell.

The next second, Su Yuchen flicked his sleeve, and all the strange phenomena disappeared.

In the Sword Saint's eyes, Su Yuchen was surrounded by yin and yang, as if he were standing on an endless singularity, and everything he saw was like a mirage.

The sword, capable of slaying gods and Buddhas, and cutting off bodies and spirits, landed on Su Yuchen, yet it couldn't even cause a ripple.

"Brother Dao has advanced to the Refining Spirit Realm, which is enough for us to be fellow Daoists."

"But since your sword spirit is still in its early stages, you should not leave your physical body for too long, lest you damage the foundation of your physical body."

Before Su Yuchen finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve, and a beam of Yin-Yang divine light entered the Sword Saint's primordial spirit, causing it to fall backward and disappear into his body.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of Yin-Yang divine light appeared around the Sword Saint. The wheel-like Yin-Yang divine light absorbed the primordial energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into pure primordial energy that was absorbed into the Sword Saint's body. As if a long-awaited rain had fallen after a drought, the Sword Saint's withered blood and energy were replenished, and his physical body regained its vitality.

The Sword Saint opened his tightly closed eyes, then closed them again. The life force that had been gestating was interrupted, and instead transformed into endless sword energy, filling his limbs and bones.

The Sword Saint exists solely for the sword, lives only for the sword. Endless primordial energy is transformed into sword energy, forging sword bones and shaping a sword soul.

Su Yuchen smiled and, through his divine eye, watched as the Sword Saint took over the reins, merging the sword energy into his very bones, and was reborn.

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"Once the Sword Saint is reborn, taking back everything from Peerless City will no longer be a dream."

"As the three-year period draws to a close, my cultivation will be fully restored, and our fate will come to an end."

"After three years of teaching, I have given you the courtesy name 'Ning Shi'. I hope we will meet again someday, and you will not disappoint me."

Before he finished speaking, Su Yuchen's figure vanished like a cloud, leaving only a bewildered Dugu Ming and Dugu Jian, who was constantly refining Yuan Qi, in the bamboo forest.

Dugu Ming looked around blankly, but Su Yuchen was nowhere to be seen.

"Ning Shi, meaning peace, tranquility, and harmony with the world?" Dugu Ming murmured to himself.

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Just as the Sword Saint stepped into the Sword Dao Primordial Spirit, on a rugged mountain path.

The clay bodhisattva, its face covered in festering sores, looked up at the heavens in astonishment: "How is this possible? Has the will of Heaven changed?"

The next second, a rune-like oracle bone script quietly formed in his eyes, weaving an invisible net of destiny across his body, ready to peer into the heavens.

The clay bodhisattva let out a mournful cry and its body instantly collapsed to the ground, rolling back and forth and crushing countless plants.

After a long while, Mud Bodhisattva lay panting on his back on the ground, letting out a 'hehe' laugh. He fell into the basket beside him, and a monkey as fiery as fire hopped out and went straight for the sores on his face. It was the 'Fire Monkey,' a rare creature from heaven and earth that Mud Bodhisattva had found.

With fur as bright as flames and eyes blazing with fire, this monkey feeds on the most poisonous creatures in the world. The stronger the poison, the shinier the monkey's fur becomes.

As for the most poisonous things, none can compare to the venomous poison of the Heavenly Realm that causes backlash from Heaven and Earth. Therefore, when the Fire Monkey saw the Mud Bodhisattva, he automatically came to greet him without the need for the Fire Monkey to use any special methods.

At this moment, the Fire Monkey held the Mud Bodhisattva's cheeks with its paws, let out a cheer, and used its long, hook-like tongue to lick open the festering sore, drawing the venom directly into its stomach.

As if tasting endless deliciousness, the fire monkey let out a cheer, its fur becoming even shinier, like real flames, as it leaped around the clay bodhisattva.

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at the same time.

In the depths of the East China Sea, where the waves rise and fall endlessly, on a reef island, an old man dressed in a straw raincoat, resembling a fisherman, is fishing by the sea.

Suddenly, his leisurely figure stopped, and a golden light quietly emerged from his body, rising and falling as if it were breathing.

"A mirror reflecting the heart!"

"What has disturbed the Mirror of the Heart? Could it be that fate has changed?"

The old man reached out and pulled out a round mirror, no bigger than an egg and resembling bone. As he poured his immense true energy into it, the golden light on the mirror intensified, making it shine like a sun.