Shenwu Yutianlei

Just as everyone was discussing, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the distant sky, like a sharp blade cutting through silk. Lin Ruyi's heart tightened and she looked up suddenly.

Under the azure sky, a ray of green sword light was breaking through the air at an astonishing speed, and the sword light reflected a dazzling halo in the sunlight. The familiar spiritual power fluctuations made Lin Ruyi's eyes red instantly - it was him!

"It's Brother Shen!" Lin Daoqing had the highest level of cultivation, and his consciousness at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm was the first to recognize the person.

The green sword light in the distance seemed to have discovered them, and its trajectory suddenly changed, rushing towards where everyone was. In a few breaths, the sword light was clearly visible - it was Shen Yun who was stepping on the Jinghong Sword!

He somersaulted in the air, and the Jinghong Sword drew a graceful arc and landed steadily three feet in front of everyone.

"Brother Yun!" Lin Ruyi could no longer hold back and rushed forward to hug Shen Yun. Her slender fingers tightly grasped Shen Yun's collar, as if she was afraid that he would disappear if she let go.

Shen Yun was startled at first, but then a gentle look appeared in his eyes. He reached out and gently stroked Lin Ruyi's hair, his fingertips entwined with a strand of her black hair: "Silly girl, I'm fine..."

Then he looked around and frowned slightly.

"Why are there so few people?"

Lin Ruyi's expression darkened. Before she could speak, Lin Daoqing came forward with a wry smile and said, "Brother Shen, you don't know..."

Lin Daoqing recounted the incident of Lin Zhengyi and his men leaving just now. When he mentioned some of the unbearable remarks, there was still resentment in his eyes.

"I see." Shen Yun just nodded calmly after hearing this, with no emotion on his face.

He gently patted the back of Lin Ruyi's hand and said in a gentle voice: "Everyone has their own aspirations, there is no need to force them. But you..."

He glanced at the people who stayed behind, and paused when he saw a few injured monks: "Thank you all for waiting for me."

Lin Cheng scratched his head and smiled innocently: "Brother Shen, you are being too polite. If you hadn't come to my rescue, we wouldn't have the chance to stand here and talk."

Shen Yun waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. The most urgent task right now is to determine the route to travel."

"We were just discussing this matter." Lin Ruyi said, taking out the yellowed sheepskin map from the brocade bag on her waist. Her slender fingers gently stroked the surface of the map, and with the infusion of spiritual power, the mountains and rivers on the map suddenly glowed, forming a three-dimensional projection suspended in front of everyone.

After Lin Ruyi explained the results of the discussion, Shen Yun stared at the map, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He gathered a wisp of spiritual power on his fingertips and drew a new path on the map: "According to the route explored by our ancestors, the fastest way to reach Jueling Valley is at noon the day after tomorrow. Have you ever considered going straight through here?"

The new route pointed out by Shen Yun was like a sharp sword piercing the heart of the mountain range, shortening the distance by nearly half compared to the original route. Everyone was delighted at first, but soon became embarrassed.

Lin Daoqing coughed lightly and pointed his skinny finger at a scarlet mark on the map: "Brother Shen, you don't know..." The mountain where the red dot is located is swirling with dangerous blood-red mist on the map. "According to family records, this place is called 'Broken Sword Peak'. There is an ancient broken sword stuck on the top of the mountain. For hundreds of years, no one has been able to get within ten feet of it."

"Thirty years ago, an elder of my Lin family who had reached the great perfection of foundation building once tried to take the sword," Lin Daoqing said in a low voice, "but he was injured by a sword energy and died within three days after returning home."

"I see." Shen Yun lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said to Lin Ruyi: "Ruyi, I am quite interested in this broken sword on the top of the mountain. You lead the tribesmen to continue along the established route, and I will go through along this route."

Hearing this, Lin Ruyi's slender fingers unconsciously clenched the edge of the map: "Brother Yun, but there..."

"You lead the tribesmen to proceed according to the original plan." Shen Yun gently held her hand, his voice gentle but firm, "If things cannot be done, I will retreat."

Lin Daoqing couldn't help but interrupt: "Brother Shen, the Broken Sword Peak is extremely dangerous..."

"Brother Lin, don't worry." Shen Yun raised his lips slightly, and a purple-gold lightning suddenly burst out from his fingertips. "At my current speed, even if I make a round trip, it won't be difficult to catch up with the team."

Everyone then noticed that there were faint lightning patterns flowing around Shen Yun's body, which clearly showed that his cultivation had improved.

"Then you must be careful."

Lin Ruyi nodded when she heard this. She knew that Shen Yun was a man of his own ideas and most of the time he made decisions after careful consideration. Besides, this relic was full of opportunities. Perhaps the broken sword on the top of the mountain was a stumbling block for others, but for Shen Yun, it might be a great opportunity.

Thinking of this, Lin Ruyi informed everyone, and after a brief rest, he led the team in the direction where Lin Zhengyi and others left.

Shen Yun bowed to everyone and said, "Take care, everyone. We'll see you in Jueling Valley."

"See you soon, Brother Shen"

"Brother Shen, please be safe."

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The dusk was like blood, dyeing the sky scarlet. Shen Yun stood on the top of the mountain, watching Lin Ruyi lead the team away. Their figures turned into small black dots on the winding mountain road and finally disappeared in the vast dusk. The mountain wind whistled past, blowing up his robes, but it could not blow away the determination and resoluteness in his eyes. At this moment, he had only one goal in mind - Broken Sword Peak.

Shen Yun slowly turned around and looked in the direction of Broken Sword Peak. There seemed to be a mysterious force pulling him in that direction, making him unable to resist. The Jinghong Sword seemed to sense the master's intention and suddenly made a clear sword sound, like a dragon's roar breaking through the air, with a hint of excitement and expectation in the sound. The sword body trembled slightly, flashing a faint green light, as if urging the master to set off quickly.

Shen Yun tapped the ground with his toes and jumped onto the Jinghong Sword. In an instant, he turned into a stream of green light and rushed towards the blood-red mountain in the distance. The Jinghong Sword was like a nimble green fish, moving freely among the clouds, drawing a beautiful green track. Along the way, the clouds and mist were lingering, like a veil brushing against his face, but Shen Yun had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, his eyes were always fixed on the Broken Sword Peak.

As the distance got closer, the outline of Broken Sword Peak gradually became clear. It was a solitary peak shaped like a broken blade, with a steep mountain body emitting an iron-gray color, giving people a cold and majestic feeling. The entire mountain pierced the sky, as if it was a giant sword broken by a giant and left in this world. The top of the peak was shrouded in a blood-colored mist, which rolled and surged, as if it had life, and faintly exuded a palpitating breath. Through the mist, a section of the hilt of a sword could be vaguely seen pointing straight to the sky, as if telling of the past glory and vicissitudes.

"Such a strong sword energy..." Shen Yun pressed the sword light a hundred feet away from the foot of the mountain, frowning slightly. Even at such a distance, he could still feel a strong force coming towards him. That force, like countless tiny needles, gently pierced his skin, bringing a slight tingling sensation, as if countless invisible sword blades were wandering around his body, ready to give him a fatal blow at any time.

He landed cautiously on a protruding rock, and the stone under his feet was covered with crisscrossing sword marks. These sword marks were of varying depths, some as thin as a hair, and some as wide as a palm. They seemed to be chaotic, but a closer look revealed some mysterious sword principles. Shen Yun squatted down and gently touched these sword marks with his hand. A cool touch came from his fingertips. At the same time, a fierce sword battle scene seemed to emerge in his mind: countless swordsmen wielded swords here, the sword light flashed, and the sword energy was crisscrossed. Every sword mark was a witness to their battle. Shen Yun felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart. He knew that there must be a shocking secret hidden in this Broken Sword Peak, and he was about to unveil this mysterious veil.