Fengyunlu

Bo Liangzi immediately noticed something was wrong and stopped talking mid-sentence. The people around him also looked annoyed, their eyes full of self-blame. They seemed to have sensed a bad premonition, and their hearts were filled with doubts and uneasiness.

The Xuantian Dharma Image seemed to truly exist. Its jet-black lines outlined the image of a demon unlike any seen before. It resembled a colossal giant with three heads and six arms, each holding a strange magical weapon. It seemed to move, and the head facing the crowd trembled slightly, its tightly closed eyes. This sudden, bizarre phenomenon filled everyone present with an inexplicable sense of pressure, as if something terrible was about to happen.

At this moment, the world suddenly shifted. Endless black clouds rolled in from all directions, and a fierce black wind blew over the remnant mountain. The murderous intent contained within it, along with the thick black clouds in the sky, pressed down on the sword cliff, as if to devour everything. This sudden change made the entire world change color, as if the end of the world was approaching.

Furthermore, the aura of the celestial demon elephant clearly surpassed that of a Saint, perhaps even a Primordial One. This change left everyone baffled. Even Bo Liangzi and the others found it difficult to withstand the oppressive might, and they retreated a few steps. It wasn't until an old man slowly appeared that the pressure on everyone suddenly eased. This old man's appearance seemed to be their only hope.

"Uncle Master." More than a dozen people were rude one after another. They were full of respect for the old man, as if his presence was the key to solving the problem.

The old man, dressed in a blue-gray robe, had an ordinary face, no aura, and nothing special about him. He stood there quietly, but the celestial demon elephant, as if it had encountered a formidable foe, immediately opened its eyes, radiating two sharp rays of light as it stared at the old man, and walked forward. The old man's calmness seemed to threaten the celestial demon elephant.

"Alas, young man, why do you have to be like this? Let go of your obsession. I can still save you." The old man spoke calmly, his eyes full of apology. His voice was calm, but full of power, as if it could penetrate everything.

"Save?" The Dharma image seemed a little dazed, with confusion in its eyes. After a moment, it said in a buzzing voice: "Are you talking about him? Or me?" The voice was like a muffled thunder, and everyone couldn't help but look up in their ears. The Dharma image had his upper body naked, and the area above his Dantian, roughly where the Purple Palace was located, gradually became clear as his voice rose and fell, and everyone could see the situation inside clearly.

Zhu Chunguang's eyes were tightly closed, his body drooping, his body covered in blood. His hands dangled and swayed slightly, making it unclear whether he was alive or dead. His breath was so weak that it was difficult to detect. The Heavenly Demon Token hovered in front of him, gleaming slightly with lacquer. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to have a pulling force, constantly sucking something from Zhu Chunguang. This scene shocked everyone present; they couldn't imagine what Zhu Chunguang had gone through.

"He's devoted to selling demons, his body condensed with bloodlust, the Demon Sect's irreversible method of exchanging lives. He sacrificed himself to this path with the Heavenly Demon Order. Who else could he be if not sent by the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss?" Bo Liangzi recognized him at a glance, and his confidence in his previous claim was even stronger. His voice was filled with certainty, as if he had seen through everything.

The old man's face darkened: "Shut up! You have made a big mistake and don't even realize it. I will hold you accountable after this matter is over." Although his voice was calm, it was full of severity, which made Bo Liangzi stunned.

"Uncle Master, he..." "Back off!" Bo Liangzi wanted to argue, but the old man shouted him off. He retreated to the side with an unwilling look in his eyes, still feeling dissatisfied. His heart was filled with confusion and anger, and he didn't understand why the old man treated him like this.

The old man ignored him, turned his head and looked at the demon elephant and spoke again: "I don't know where you came from, sir. This young man brought you here out of resentment, but this place is the place where the Xuanmen is located. You must think carefully about it on the broken mountain of the Jianyinmen. Can you bear the consequences of breaking the agreement?" The old man's words obviously touched the demon elephant. The demon elephant stopped and his aura was somewhat restrained, but his face was stiff, and he was obviously thinking about something.

After a long pause, the demonic elephant slowly spoke, "He has the token, so we haven't broken the agreement." "Very well, sir, since you are stubborn and unrepentant, I, the Sword Hidden Sect, will accept this three-thousand-year-old Dharma body." The old man wasted no time and immediately took action. A flash of green light emanated, and a residual wind swept across the sky and earth. His movements were swift and decisive, as if he had already prepared for battle.

With the old man at the center, an endless wave of energy surged up, unaffecting everyone on Canshan Mountain except for the disciples of Jianyin Sect and Zhu Chunhua. The boundless black clouds immediately dissipated, and the strong black wind disappeared in an instant. The old man's strength shocked everyone present.

Then he watched the old man rise, the aura of a Saint Rank unleashed, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathering with him. Though also a Xuantian Dharma Image, the old man was countless feet tall, and his body was as solid as a giant. His figure loomed immensely in the sky, seemingly obscuring the entire sky.

A large hand reached down from the clouds, grasping the demon elephant in its grasp. With a gentle squeeze, the demon elephant was unable to move. Its previous disdain vanished, its eyes filled with astonishment. The old man's strength frightened the demon elephant; it seemed it had no chance of escape.

But before he could remain stunned, the old man's other hand followed, dragging a cauldron. Within the cauldron, a sharp edge seemed to flicker. There was no flame, but numerous flickering flames. Upon closer inspection, it was composed of countless sword energies, gathering and swaying left and right like flames. The power contained within this cauldron astounded everyone present, as if it could destroy everything.

The old man waved his hand and threw the demon elephant into the blazing furnace. As soon as the lid was closed, he asked, "I'll ask you again, are you going to leave or not?"

The demon elephant did not answer. Instead, it turned the magic weapon in its hand, aimed in one direction, and suddenly flew up. Six magic weapons smashed into the furnace cover at the same time, making a deafening noise.

The deafening roar made everyone's ears ring, as if possessing a magical power that made them drowsy. However, those with Heavenly Rank cultivation, like Bo Liangzi, could still withstand it, only secretly resisting the drowsiness. Poor Zhu Chunhua, only at the Beginning Phoenix Realm and with no one to help him, closed his eyes upon hearing it and fell to the ground, snoring.

When Zhu Chunhua woke up, the old man's image had been put away, and Bo Liangzi and others were standing around. The demons that his elder brother had summoned were also gone, and only a black jade token was lying quietly on his elder brother's body.

Zhu Chunhua hurried over. His elder brother lay on the ground, his eyes hollow, his hands on his chest, his body still moving slightly. "Brother..." Zhu Chunhua called softly, and his elder brother responded a little, a glint in his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. "Brother, you say something." Zhu Chunhua lay beside him, his ear pressed close. But his voice was too weak, and he only managed half of the sentence: "Second Master... Master said... said..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhu Chunguang fell silent, his eyes gradually dimming, his breath fading. Without a word, or a glance at anyone else, Zhu Chunhua gently embraced his elder brother, his eyes determined, as if transported back to that morning after the rainstorm. Without a single complaint, without a single unnecessary movement, he simply turned and, step by step, slowly descended the remnant mountain...

Years later, Bo Liangzi became the head of the sect. Every time he thought about what happened, he always blamed himself. But the mistake had already been made, and he could only face it helplessly. However, the knot in his heart always lingered around him. Even though he had become the Emperor, the leader of the sword, the inner demon remained, unable to be dispelled, and unable to make any further progress.

Until one day, a young man came seeking refuge, saying that the Quanxin Sect had been destroyed and he was homeless. Following the guidance of a master, he sought refuge with the Sect Master Bo Liangzi at the Jianyin Sect. He also took out a wooden box containing a token and handed it to the on-duty disciple, saying that the Sect Master would make an exception and summon him upon seeing him. The on-duty disciple, not wanting to neglect his duty, reported back and learned that the Sect Master had obeyed his orders and led the young man to meet at Jianya.

On the Remaining Mountain, Bo Liangzi sat cross-legged, two sharp swords quietly planted in the ground before him. They were the weapons Zhu Chunguang and Zhu Chunhua had found when they became his disciples. Years had passed, and the unclaimed weapons had remained on the Remaining Mountain, unused. The young man approached, without a trace of fear or words, simply standing firm.

"Are you his descendant?" Bo Liangzi asked softly, a hint of guilt in his eyes. The young man said nothing, but took another step forward, still looking at Bo Liangzi quietly. Bo Liangzi frowned: "It's been so long, I don't know what happened to him later." The young man stepped forward again, still without saying a word, but reached out and pulled up the sword on the ground, stroking the blade with his hand, his eyes becoming more and more vicissitudes. Bo Liangzi seemed to understand something, nodded, opened the wooden box that the disciple on duty had brought him, and took out a black token.

The Heavenly Demon Token, a token of the ancestor of Demon Mountain in the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss, is said to have been lost more than a decade ago during a major battle in the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss. The ancestor disappeared, leaving most of his disciples dead or wounded. The Sword Hidden Sect, leading the righteous path, crushed the Demon Sect's arrogance in one fell swoop, severely damaging the entire evil sect, leaving them temporarily unable to compete with the righteous. "You've finally arrived. If you want revenge, then do it," Bo Liangzi said softly, holding the token in one hand. "I can't defeat you," the young man finally spoke, then sheathed his sword.

Hey, guess what? That young man turned out to be Zhu Chunhua, the man who left years ago, filled with resentment! For years, he'd vanished from the face of the earth, with no news of him, and no one knew where he'd gone. But now, his skills were incredibly advanced, even masters like Bo Liangzi couldn't fathom his depth. He transformed back into his former self, quietly returning to Canshan, and once again came face to face with his old rival, Bo Liangzi.

"You're here after all." Bo Liangzi spoke again, his voice mixed with complex emotions, and then he gently threw the token over.

Zhu Chunhua stretched out his hand and caught it steadily. He slightly tilted his body and cast his gaze towards the place where his elder brother Xuantian's Dharma Statue once stood. He said in a relaxed tone, "There are some things that I just can't help but want to come back and take a look. Maybe I haven't practiced enough."

"You have a treasure with hidden power on you, but I can't see through you. Why don't you tell me your power, and I will fight you with the corresponding level. Life and death will be decided by fate." Bo Liangzi tested softly with a hint of guilt in his eyes.

"Forget it. You even forgot what I look like. How much do you remember about what happened back then?" Zhu Chunhua smiled, turned around, strode away.

Bo Liangzi didn't say a word, nor did he stop him. He just watched him quietly, walking down the mountain step by step, just like before.

After a long time, a low voice sounded from Canshan Mountain: "I'm taking this sword away. I'll come back another day. Whether you are Bo Liangzi or Jianyinmen, just wait and see..."

The empty echo reverberated on the sword cliff. Bo Liangzi let out a long sigh, then stood up and disappeared on the spot.

From then on, the inner demon began to grow quietly in Bo Liangzi's heart. He didn't know when Zhu Chunhua would come, nor how he would seek revenge. He only knew that there was a powerful person who was always thinking about the hatred of the past...

Thus, Bo Liangzi began his secluded cultivation. For fifty years, he suppressed his inner demons and mastered the dao of the sword. Finally, after fifty years, he reached the pinnacle of the dao, achieving the supreme state of selflessness and swordlessness. His own creation, the Qingfeng Xulai, was even more flawless and perfect, a true mastery of the sword. As a result, the Jianyin Sect's prestige grew even greater, completely overshadowing all other righteous sects. Even ancient schools like the Cangyun Sect and the Qingli Palace could hardly match it.

Bo Liangzi took in two apprentices and taught them for a hundred years, transforming them into renowned swordsmen. They thrived in the martial arts world, even their gray hair looked stylish. These two sword masters were renowned figures within the Xuan Sect, and ordinary people wouldn't dare to provoke them.

But Bo Liangzi wasn't entirely satisfied with his two disciples. The eldest, though cold and ruthless, was too ruthless; the second, too dull and indifferent. Both of them were taking their cultivation to the extremes. Bo Liangzi felt that if things continued like this, they wouldn't be able to manage a sect together.

Despite Bo Liangzi's earnest teachings, his two disciples refused to learn. He hoped they would return to the mountains to gain experience and rediscover their original aspirations. As a result, although they ventured into the martial arts world, gained fame, and their cultivation levels soared, their inner worlds remained largely unchanged.

When Bo Liangzi saw this situation, he became anxious. If this continued, their swordsmanship would become more and more violent. Without anyone else's help, they would be haunted by their inner demons and eventually lose their original intentions.

Bo Liangzi himself had experienced the torment of his inner demons. If it weren't for his strong will, he would have become the leader of the demonic sect long ago. How could there be the legends of the Sword Hidden Sect and the Sword Supreme?

There was no other way, so Bo Liangzi had to lock up his two disciples for training. Thirty years later, their violent aura had subsided a lot, but their dedication to the sword remained unchanged.

These two people simply don't understand the true meaning of "Supreme Forgetfulness" and "Nothingness, No Self." This is something you can only experience for yourself; no matter how much others say, it's useless. After all, other people's insights are always their own.