This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

"Ling'er, let's go too." Ye Qiujin pulled Ye Ling'er onto the flying sword.

"Uncle-Master, will my brother be a match for Master? Will he get hurt?" Ye Ling'er asked with some worry.

Ye Qiujin sighed. Although she had already sensed that Zheng Zhuang's cultivation was not bad, she never expected that his cultivation would be this high.

“Once a cultivator enters the Nirvana Realm, their entire being undergoes a complete transformation, becoming worlds apart from the Golden Core Realm. Don’t be fooled by Qi Zhengqi’s reputation as a half-step Nirvana Realm cultivator; he’s only slightly stronger than my uncle. Ten of him wouldn’t be a match for a Nirvana Realm cultivator. That realm is beyond our comprehension.”

"Could my brother... really be an old monster with the secret to eternal youth?" Ye Ling'er pondered for a moment before asking.

Ye Qiujin couldn't help but roll her eyes at her:

"He should... at least be much older than he looks. Even for a genius, only one in ten thousand can reach the Golden Core Realm at this age, let alone the Nirvana Realm. Well, age isn't a problem, right? Once you reach that realm, your lifespan is greatly extended..."

"That's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried that if my brother really is an old monster, then his heart must be weathered by time, and it will be very difficult to make him fall in love with me." Ye Ling'er sighed in distress.

"What a shameless girl! Your martial uncle knows that you should repay the life-saving grace, but you don't necessarily have to repay it with your body!" Ye Qiujin couldn't help but put her hand to her forehead.

Ye Ling'er's expression turned slightly serious, and she said in a mature and sophisticated manner:

"Uncle-Master, you don't understand. By the time you do understand, you and my master will be together!"

"You brat, how dare you make fun of your martial uncle! You're asking for it!"

"Cuckoo..."

Inside the Sword Heart Hall.

Qi Haoran said with a mournful face, "Father, what should we do now?"

Qi Zhengqi sighed: "What else can we do? Let's confess when the sect leader returns. I will do everything in my power to save your life. I have made so many contributions to the sect over the years, the sect leader will not be too heartless."

Qi Haoran said viciously, "I really hope that kid dies at the hands of the sect leader."

"Snapped!"

Qi Zhengqi slapped him across the face: "How dare you slander such an existence! I have indeed spoiled you too much over the years, which is why you have ended up like this today! Let's go too. When you see a real Nirvana Realm cultivator make a move, you will know how insignificant you are."

The sect leader and many elders went to the back mountain together, which naturally attracted the attention of many disciples.

"Have you heard? The sect leader is going to have a magical duel with someone?"

"What? The sect leader is a Nirvana Realm cultivator, could his opponent be the sect master of the Sky-Supporting Sect?"

"Who cares? Let's see what happens."

"..."

In no time, crowds gathered at the back mountain of the Divine Sword Sect, creating a lively and bustling scene.

"The disciples of the sect wish to observe. Does Fellow Daoist Zheng mind?" Zhang Weijian asked tentatively as more and more spectators gathered.

Generally speaking, masters will choose a relatively secluded place to duel, because everyone has their own secret techniques. If they are exposed, they may not be able to achieve the effect of surprise in the subsequent battle.

Furthermore, when experts clash, the power of their techniques is immense and could very likely harm innocent people. However, the Divine Sword Sect has powerful protective barriers within its ranks, so there is no need to worry about that.

"It's alright." Zheng Zhuang waved his hand slightly. It was rare to encounter such an opponent, so he naturally didn't care much about anything else.

Zhang Weijian nodded, and with a gentle wave of his right hand, the flying sword appeared silently in his hand.

This sword has an ancient and simple design, is entirely blue, and has a cold, sharp light. Looking at this sword is like facing an ancient Buddha statue with a green lamp, giving people a sense of being far away from the mortal world, or like being on a cliff, lonely, cold, and cut off from worldly ties.

After Zhang Weijian grasped the sword, his entire demeanor changed completely. His gaze turned cold, and he entered a state of "supreme detachment."

"This sword is called 'Severing Emotions'. It can split the heavens and cleave the earth and slay gods. Under its light, all living beings are equal, like ants. Fellow Daoist, be careful."

Zheng Zhuang didn't feel offended at all; he just felt that the other party's lines were very sophisticated, and he had to show a similar level of confidence.

He slowly raised his right hand, gently clenched it, and roared, "Sword, come!"

As the "Heavenly Show" sword appeared, all the flying swords around it except for "Slaying Emotions" trembled involuntarily, as if facing the king of swords.

A terrifying aura surged forth, soaring straight into the sky and staining the nearby clouds blood red.

"This...this..." Everyone was terrified and speechless for a moment.

"This sword is named 'Heavenly Beauty,' and beneath the sky, I alone am the most outstanding!"

At the edge of the back mountain, several elders, seeing that the number of onlookers was increasing, joined forces to activate the mountain-protecting formation.

"So it was him!" Elder Huo felt an astonishing murderous aura, and even though he cultivated fire-attribute techniques, he couldn't help but feel a chill run through his body.

"Didn't Elder Huo intend to have a word with him? Well, here he is, right in front of us." Bing Xuanzi, dressed in a black Daoist robe, said with a smile.

"He has ruined the reputation of my Divine Sword Sect for no reason. No matter how strong he is, I will demand an explanation." Elder Huo snorted, swallowed hard, and said indignantly.

"This person exudes such murderous intent, won't the sect leader be in danger?" Ye Qiujin couldn't help but show a hint of worry on her face.

The old woman with the cane laughed heartily:

"Don't worry, they're just sparring, not fighting to the death. Besides, with the sect leader's strength, how could he possibly suffer a loss? Start it now, it's about to begin."

Zhang Weijian remained expressionless, seemingly oblivious to the murderous aura emanating from the "Heavenly Show Sword".

"Is Fellow Daoist Zheng the mysterious person who appeared on the mortal battlefield some time ago?"

Zheng Zhuang knew he couldn't hide it, nor did he want to.

"That's right, those hundreds of thousands of soldiers died by my sword. Do you intend to 'eliminate demons and protect the righteous path'?"

Zhang Weijian shook his head slightly and assumed a sword stance, saying:

"No, I've heard that Fellow Daoist Zheng has a sword technique called 'Divine Sword Thunder Control True Technique,' and I've always wanted to see it."

Zheng Zhuang was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and said, "I see. Then I'll make a fool of myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. The clouds in the sky began to darken and became incredibly thick. Streaks of lightning danced wildly, and the sky seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​thunder.

This move is different from before. Zheng Zhuang could only summon thunder before, but now he can control it better.

With a thought, lightning bolts rained down from the sky, instantly converging on the "Heavenly Show Sword," its dazzling light so intense that no one dared to look directly at it.

"go with!"

Zheng Zhuang effortlessly swung his sword forward, and lightning accompanied by sword light slashed straight at Zhang Weijian.

A flicker of excitement crossed Zhang Weijian's usually impassive face, and he shouted:

"Well done!"

He also raised his sword high, not thinking about defense, but intending to meet it head-on.

The sword light surged, instantly condensing into a giant sword that seemed to be a physical entity, and slashed directly at Zheng Zhuang's sword light.

The sky seemed to have been cleaved open, with a long crack running between the two. Their figures appeared very close, yet they seemed to be separated by an entire world.

"The Nine Forms of the Divine Sword - Creation of Heaven and Earth!"

The lightning sword light seemed to be swallowed up and blocked by the crack in an instant, unable to advance any further.

Zheng Zhuang smiled faintly. This move was to control the lightning with his sword, making the lightning appear, but in the end, it was controlling the lightning.

Sword light is a tangible thing that can be blocked, but lightning is intangible, so how can it be blocked?

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the lightning being swallowed up, the oppressive feeling returned.

The lightning was becoming less and less visible, but it seemed as if something even more terrifying was brewing in the shadows.

Lightning flickered around Zhang Weijian, but he didn't pay attention to it at first because the light couldn't harm him.

But he soon sensed something was wrong. The lightning around him gathered more and more, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a lightning python that wrapped around him. It was too late to dodge.

However, he was experienced in combat and showed no signs of panic. He loosened his grip, and the longsword instantly pierced through his body, forming a giant light sword in the blink of an eye.

This move is the only defensive sword technique among the "Nine Forms of Divine Sword"—"Glassy Sword Body".

As soon as the "Glassy Sword Body" was formed, the Thunder Python opened its blood-red maw and bit down.

With a loud bang, the "Glassy Sword Body" was covered in cracks and gradually shattered. The Thunder Serpent's body also dissipated at the same time, making it a draw.

Zhang Weijian was secretly surprised. The exchange just now seemed evenly matched, but the opponent only made one move, while he used two moves from the "Nine Forms of Divine Sword".

"It is impolite not to reciprocate! Fellow Daoist Zheng, take my sword as well!"

Zhang Weijian held the flying sword vertically in his right hand, and gently brushed the blade with two fingers of his left hand. The "Severing Emotions" sword slowly disappeared, turning into an invisible sword.

His right hand changed from holding the sword to pointing at the sword, and the sword disappeared from everyone's sight, yet it gave people a sense of contradiction that seemed to be everywhere.

"The Nine Forms of the Divine Sword - The Great Dao is Formless!"

Zheng Zhuang frowned slightly. The opponent's sword had not simply concealed its form, but seemed to have merged into the world, disappearing completely without a trace.

Even with his divine sense, he couldn't find a trace of it.

He quickly calmed himself down. Even if the "Severing Emotions" sword was nowhere to be seen when it was hidden, it would definitely "reveal itself" when it attacked him!

He dared not be careless, holding his breath and focusing intently on his surroundings. This "invisible sword" could appear at any moment, or from anywhere.

Suddenly, the "Tianxiu" sword trembled slightly, and Zheng Zhuang subconsciously held the sword horizontally in front of him.

"not good!"

As the sword blocked, an invisible sword aura burst forth from the "Heavenly Show Sword," slashing straight at Zheng Zhuang's chest, as if he himself were raising the sword to strike himself.

This move was so unexpected that it was impossible to defend against, and even if Zheng Zhuang wanted to defend, it was too late.

In fact, the best way to deal with this move is to "remain unchanged in the face of all changes". As long as the opponent makes a move, there will always be clues when launching an attack.

Yet, the sword energy that seemed to vanish into thin air, yet also omnipresent, subtly exerted pressure on the opponent, causing them to instinctively defend. And while the opponent was defending, the sword energy was used to launch an attack, one link after another, perfectly controlling the rhythm of the battle.

Zheng Zhuang knew very well that even if he withstood this attack, there would be even more unpredictable attacks to come. If he didn't disrupt the opponent's offensive rhythm, defeat was only a matter of time.

He gripped the "Heavenly Show Sword" and turned it slightly, a movement that seemed like a last-ditch struggle as he tried to defend but couldn't in time.

But in that instant, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, and the sword energy that was about to strike his chest was frozen.

At the same time, another sword aura that was slashing towards his back also froze for a moment.

He dodged to the right, narrowly avoiding the two sword energies that were attacking him from both sides.

He secretly rejoiced that he hadn't hesitated to use "Sword Twenty-Three".

Within the sword domain, not only could the opponent be imprisoned, but the speed of the user was also greatly increased, which allowed the user to dodge the two seemingly unavoidable sword energies.

Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed through the air, leaving behind a series of afterimages. These afterimages were in different poses, but they were all aimed at Zhang Weijian, as if blocking all of the latter's escape routes.

This sudden change caught everyone off guard. Even Zhang Weijian didn't expect that Zheng Zhuang would not only dodge the fatal blow but also launch a counterattack.

"Is that the only way I can use it?"

Looking at the sky full of sword shadows, Zhang Weijian felt as if no matter what moves he made, he could not completely defend against them. He could only choose to fight head-on and force his opponent to defend by using a "mutually destructive" approach, so that he would have a chance to survive.

He extended his finger and gently touched his brow, his entire demeanor becoming even colder, like an emotionless doll.

"The Nine Forms of the Divine Sword - Supreme Oblivion!"

This is the most powerful move he currently possesses. To unleash this move, one must sever all desires and transform into the very essence of Heaven to unleash a merciless sword strike.

If this move is mastered, it can even sever the opponent's attachment to life, making them willingly accept death.

However, using this technique will gradually erode one's own emotions, so it is rarely used.

Seeing that the opponent's sword light arrived first despite being delayed, Zheng Zhuang flashed forward and thrust straight at Zhang Weijian.

As he attacked, the afterimages around him instantly converged on him. With each afterimage he merged with, his momentum increased, until all twenty-two afterimages were completely merged, at which point his momentum reached its peak.

The world seemed to fall silent for a moment, and everyone's heart was in their throats, not daring to breathe.

However, the earth-shattering collision that was expected did not occur.

At the most crucial moment, the two of them stopped what they were doing in perfect unison.

"That was exhilarating! It's been so long since I've felt this good!" Zhang Weijian laughed heartily as he sheathed his sword, but after a moment he sighed, "However, if Fellow Daoist Zheng hadn't been injured, I probably wouldn't have been able to withstand that attack! What a pity, what a pity!"

Zheng Zhuang sheathed his sword, cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, you flatter me. If your state of mind were not not perfect enough to achieve true 'Supreme Forgetfulness,' the outcome would have been hard to say."

"However, with Fellow Daoist Zheng's strength, who in the entire Cangzhou could harm you?"

Zheng Zhuang did not answer, but simply looked up at the sky.

Zhang Weijian looked enlightened, then bowed slightly and said, "We previously guessed that Fellow Daoist Zheng was an unparalleled demon, but we never expected that you would silently bear such a great karmic burden. For such righteousness, I thank you on behalf of the righteous path of Cangzhou."

Zheng Zhuang chuckled: "It's alright. It's just that this reputation can't be salvaged in a short time. However, not many people know me anyway, so I'm not afraid of being hunted down by so-called righteous people."

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Zheng is so carefree. It's a great fortune to meet you. Let's have a good drink together."

Zheng Zhuang's eyes lit up. He had already eaten quite a bit of ordinary food and drink, but the Divine Sword Sect was, after all, a righteous sect, so he figured they must have some new tricks up their sleeves.

"In that case, I shall respectfully comply."