Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

"Sister, he actually created a miracle!" Xia Xinyi and her two sisters hugged each other and cried with joy. How could anyone not like such a man who was as dazzling as a star?

"Come on, little brother, keep writing your own myth!" A group of graceful and mature wives could no longer contain their inner enthusiasm and admiration, and shouted with red faces. The sound waves rushed straight to the sky.

Many of them were angry towards the Wanjian Sect, because this sect had always used its power to oppress others, especially the red-haired woman who was the second-generation leader. Her methods were extremely domineering. She had single-handedly massacred countless hostile sects, and this domineering style had continued to this day.

Today, Lu Hao had severely slapped the face of the Wanjian Sect and vented everyone's anger.

At this time, Lu Hao was dressed in black, standing alone on the top of the Sword Cliff. The breeze blew his long hair, revealing his handsome face. Those monks who claimed to be geniuses were still struggling in the illusion at the foot of the mountain. The two formed a sharp contrast.

At this moment, he was like a legend in the hearts of all women.

The setting sun shone on Lu Hao, as if he was covered with a layer of golden battle armor. His handsome features and his naughty smile made him even more charming.

"Sister, why do I suddenly feel that Cang Yun is so charming!" Xia Xinyi's pretty face flushed and her heart beat faster.

"Because his image in your heart has been infinitely elevated." Xia Yixue looked at the young man in black with her beautiful eyes, and a strange light flashed in them. She had seen countless geniuses over the years, but only Lu Hao was unforgettable at first sight.

At this time, after thousands of years, a strange young man who did not belong to the Wanjian Sect finally stood on the Sword Cliff for the first time.

At the bottom of the cliff, Fang Yun summoned a magic mirror, which could see all of Lu Hao's actions, but some important things were deliberately hidden, making it blurry.

"Master, that little beast has reached the top. Do you want us to kill him right now?" Zhao Ting said with a cold look in his eyes.

"If you kill him in front of everyone, do you want our Wanjian Sect to lose its reputation?" Wan Yun said coldly.

"Didn't our Grandmaster Qianrou often like to ambush others along the way?" Zhao Ting said somewhat unconvinced.

"She is so powerful that she is not afraid of being besieged. Can we be as strong as her?" Wan Yun said with some regret.

There is not a single tree on the top of the mountain, only huge rocks. Some of them are carved into human shapes, showing various sword moves, giving people a feeling of flowing Taoism and unity between man and nature.

Lu Hao stepped forward with a serious look on his face, and kept observing each stone statue. These stone statues looked like sword masters teaching the Dharma through time and space, but no specific Dharma was revealed.

Not all of these stone statues are complete. Some are missing arms, some are missing legs, and most have been damaged, making it difficult to tell what the statues are trying to express.

He walked slowly forward. In front of him were two tall portraits. One of the portraits was of an old man. He looked very kind, with a white beard hanging down on his chest and his face was full of wrinkles of time. However, his eyes were very bright and full of wisdom, as if he could see through everything.

There is also a line of small characters written next to it, which reads "Master Wan Jian Zhenren of a generation".

The other one was a stunningly beautiful woman, she was wearing a black long dress that wrapped around her curvy body, she exuded nobility and elegance, there seemed to be a hint of sadness in the depths of her cold eyes, especially her red hair was very eye-catching.

There was also a line of small words written next to it: Second Generation Patriarch Qian Rou.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon!" Lu Hao thought of the scene in the illusion, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Master, I think that kid seemed to be disrespectful to the portrait of our second-generation master and laughed lewdly." Zhao Ting couldn't help but said angrily.

Lu Hao continued to move forward and soon saw a weathered rock wall with a large number of carvings on it. Each pattern was extremely blurry and sloppy, as if someone was deducing something.

Each of these patterns is extremely mysterious and obscure, containing the trajectory of the great Dao. Ordinary sword practitioners cannot understand it at all. Moreover, these patterns are preliminary deductions, so this is a great test of one's understanding.

Lu Hao counted carefully and found that there were a total of one thousand engravings, and some of the important patterns were completely invisible.

After reading it, Lu Hao let out a sigh and continued to move forward. Soon he reached the end of the Sword Cliff, where a huge statue was erected. It was three meters tall, heroic, and had broad wings. It did not look like a human. He exuded an invincible aura that looked down on the world, and he made a strange sword gesture with the long sword in his hand.

Lu Hao activated his first generation talent, and his pupils gradually turned golden in an instant, as if he could see through the past and the future.

For a moment, he seemed to be in a wonderful state. He touched every stone carving, and these images seemed to come alive and were all imprinted in his mind. At these moments, the figures vividly performed various sword moves.

Lu Hao didn't know how long he was in this state of enlightenment before he slowly woke up.

"Alas, no wonder no one has been able to comprehend it with the help of the stone carvings for thousands of years. It is indeed very difficult, unless the other party is a genius among the heavens." Lu Hao sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.

"Even you can't do anything about it?" Xia Lingyue couldn't help but feel disappointed when he saw Lu Hao sighing. He originally thought that with the other party's talent, he had a good chance of comprehending this sword technique.

"It's simply wishful thinking to think that you can comprehend our supreme sword techniques just by relying on these engravings!" Wan Yun snorted.

"It is indeed necessary to have an introductory scripture. It is said that Master Wanjian also succeeded in understanding it with the help of this scripture." The emperor of the Dune Kingdom sighed softly.

"It seems that Lu Hao really can't comprehend the Heavenly Venerable-level swordsmanship." Xia Xinyi sighed lightly, looking a little lost.

"Nonsense, if the Heavenly Master-level sword technique is so easy to comprehend, if he can comprehend it, he will have created a legend." Wan Yun sneered repeatedly.

Hearing this, everyone looked at Wan Yun with strange eyes. Just as he finished saying this, Lu Hao walked out of the illusion.

"Master, please stop being such a pessimist. Last time, Lu Hao walked out of the illusion just after you finished speaking." Zhao Ting couldn't stand it anymore and said

"Why not say it? I just want to say that if he can comprehend it without relying on scriptures, then he has surpassed Master Wanjian and created a legend. Even if I say it a thousand times, it is still a legend." Wan Yun said angrily, and the next moment his expression froze on his face.

"Boom!" Suddenly, the sky was filled with light rain, and Lu Hao's whole body was covered with rosy light, like a rising golden sun, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire sky.

"Fuck, this kid might be a monster!" Wan Yun couldn't help but swear.

"The myth is coming!" Countless people stared at the scene with wide eyes and murmured incoherently.