A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

Master Jingxian is completely defeated.

Unlike Master Huikong, she didn't carry the burden of the idol image that all martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin.

The Emei Sect, an all-female sect, seeks nothing more than to stand tall among heroes and fight for the honor and position of female martial artists. Even if it means sacrificing an old nun to allow all female martial artists to hold their heads high, it is a worthwhile sacrifice.

In just a few breaths, Master Jingxian had mentally prepared herself.

Then the three of them made a deal.

The minority submits to the majority, and Master Huikong abstained from voting.

So Sword God Qin Shouzhong volunteered to personally report the news to Zhang Zhengdao. However, the other three firmly rejected the idea.

The four agreed that none of them would meet with Zhang Zhengdao alone before the competition ended.

Finally, an elder from the Huashan Sect was sent to deliver a message to Zhang Zhengdao.

The elder was summoned by the four masters at the same time, and he was filled with surprise and doubt.

It is absolutely unprecedented for four experts to simultaneously decide to amend the competition rules.

He descended the mountain with trepidation and then went to see Zhang Zhengdao.

After informing Zhang Zhengdao, the old manager met the elder in the lobby of the inn.

The elder was astonished when he saw Zhang Zhengdao. Wasn't this... the Taoist priest for whom he had patronized a business deal worth twenty taels of silver? He was filled with relief.

Luckily, they gave me twenty taels of silver. If they had given me only two taels, I would have been utterly offended.

On the day of the competition, the snow at the foot of the mountain began to melt.

The mountain was still covered in snow, but the competition area had been cleared.

The top of Mount Huashan.

Banners from major sects such as the Emei Sect and Shaolin Temple were planted atop the mountain, fluttering in the wind. Nearby, in the most prominent position, stood a large flag—the very one embroidered by Hu Yunying.

The four golden characters, "Peach Blossom Sword Sect," fluttered in the wind as the banner danced in the breeze.

The Huashan Sect was surprisingly generous, not charging any money and giving me a good spot.

"Master——"

Guo Lanying immediately spotted her family's banner, which was in no way inferior to the banners of the century-old and millennium-old sects next to it. She was overjoyed and pointed at it proudly.

"Ours!"

"Understood. In a moment, Master will also demonstrate the reputation of our Peach Blossom Sword Sect."

Hu Yunying patted Guo Lanying's hand.

This is the highest and most dangerous place for martial arts competitions on Mount Hua. The arena itself is not even as good as the ring halfway up the mountain.

However, the smaller the size, the more difficult it becomes.

Although the arena is small, it allows for free play, as long as it doesn't extend beyond the summit of Mount Hua. After all, having reached the Grandmaster level of the Four Great Masters, the size of the arena is no longer important.

There weren't many people present.

The leaders and core elders of several major sects were invited.

The leaders and elders of the major sects, including Diancang Sect, New Kongtong Sect, Kunlun Sect, Wudang Sect, Beggars' Sect, Emei Sect, Shaolin Sect, Qingcheng Sect, and Huashan Sect, as well as Lingying Sect, were all seated on the outermost perimeter.

This is a rare opportunity to observe.

If one is blessed with good fortune, one might gain something from observing the competition; with great luck, one might even achieve a breakthrough.

Qin Shouzhong and Hai Tianfu looked at Zhang Zhengdao with excitement, wanting to greet him, but not wanting to disturb him.

Zhang Zhengdao waved his hand.

The two immediately waved to each other, their emotions running high, and held each other's hands tightly, silently encouraging one another.

Master Jingxian also saw Zhang Zhengdao and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

One should still maintain a sense of composure.

Even if a nun is old, she is still a woman!

Seeing Hu Yunying confidently stride towards the competition venue, Zhang Zhengdao quietly asked Guo Lanying, "Who did you bet on to win?"

Guo Lanying said confidently, "Of course I'll bet on Master to win!"

He then asked, "Sir, did you bet on Master to win?"

Zhang Zhengdao coughed twice, somewhat embarrassed, but still managed to cover it up with two "uh-huhs" before saying, "I didn't buy any."

He had actually seen it long ago; with just one glance, he could tell that Master Jingxian's cultivation was far superior to Hu Yunying's at the moment.

Even if Hu Yunying were to break through her current limits, she still wouldn't be able to defeat Master Jingxian.

He couldn't possibly tell Guo Lanying.

Let this little woman know what it means to live a treacherous world and what it means to have family ties but no money.

Actually, the odds this time are very high.

In the small town at the foot of Mount Hua, the people running gambling dens are practically going crazy collecting money. The odds are so high that they've set a new record for the highest odds in Mount Hua's gambling history.

At the summit of Mount Hua, a biting wind howled.

The two simply clasped their hands in greeting and said "Please!" before falling silent and staring intently at each other.

Master Jingxian sensed Hu Yunying's aura and immediately realized that she had surpassed her current cultivation level and possessed the strength to fight beyond her realm.

The feeling that Master Jingxian gave Hu Yunying was like that of a great mountain.

She wants to cross this mountain.

Beyond the mountains lies a vast, flat plain, the world that awaits me after my breakthrough.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

The two men, each wielding a long sword, used their aura to test each other's strength.

a long time!

……

A gust of wind blew by, and a leaf on the mountaintop seemed to be swept up by the wind, becoming a butterfly that floated freely in the air, slowly drifting down in front of the leader of the Huashan Sect.

A cold wind suddenly swept in.

The head of the Huashan Sect felt an itch on his nose.

"Ah!"

After holding it in for so long, a sneeze finally broke out.

A surge of energy, originating from the dantian, suddenly burst forth from the lungs, causing the two small nostrils to swell considerably, generating tremendous explosive force.

The air whistled out of his nostrils and struck the yellow leaf.

The yellow leaves suddenly rose up, drifting in the air with the air currents, swaying gently.

It landed between Hu Yunying and Abbess Jingxian.

"Shh!"

They acted almost simultaneously.

Hu Yunying suddenly darted forward, as still as a virgin and as swift as a rabbit, no longer displaying her graceful dancing figure.

Those flashy and overly elaborate designs have already been eliminated by Hu Yunying.

The most refined is formless, the most vast is insurmountable.

The vital energy in his body was formless and intangible, but it flowed along the sword and then, at the tip of the sword, it detached from the tip like a sharp wind blade.

"Controlling the sword transforms into energy, and this energy becomes the sword's essence; wherever the mind leads, the blade will strike..."

Zhou Qiushui, the leader of the Lingying Sect, who was sitting in the distance, suddenly stood up, filled with shock.

The elder standing to the side also opened his mouth wide, speechless.

The sword control technique of the Lingying Heart Sutra was so skillfully mastered by Hu Yunying that it was as if she were the embodiment of the Heart Sutra herself, or as if she were practicing the martial arts version of the Heart Sutra.

"Quickly comprehend this!"

Zhou Qiushui reprimanded the elders who had come with her to watch the event in a low voice.

"Yes, Master!"

The elders naturally knew that this was a rare opportunity, so they silently recited the Heart Sutra and stared intently at Hu Yunying's Lingying Sword Technique on the field.

The wind blade encountered a vortex of air, and then its trajectory deviated from its intended path.

Master Jingxian is indeed a veteran grandmaster. Even though she is ranked fourth, she is not someone that anyone can challenge.

The Emei sword technique has its own unique features.

The two exchanged blows, their swords flashing.

Due to the sword energy, the rocks around the arena fell down one after another, some crashing into the cliffs, some landing in the arena, and some flying off to who knows where.

A contest with such overwhelming momentum, seemingly capable of drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, lasted from morning until afternoon, and then into the evening.

Many huge torches were lit on the field, illuminating the competition area brightly.

The wind, like a frost blade, grew increasingly cold, carrying with it sword energy, causing the leaders of various sects to involuntarily retreat.

"All rivers return to the sea!"

Hu Yunying's figure suddenly became ethereal, even blurry, and almost invisible.

The charm of that sword strike is still talked about with great relish by many in the martial arts world.

One body transforms into ten thousand swords, and ten thousand swords return to one place.

The sky was filled with countless sword shadows, as if they blotted out the sun.

Lingying Sect Leader Zhou Qiushui trembled with excitement.

It hasn't been that long, yet Hu Yunying has been able to apply the "Lingying Heart Sutra" to such a level, reminiscent of the breakthrough the Patriarch experienced when he created this sutra...

They look so alike!

"Well done!"

With a shout, Abbess Jingxian arched her back, like a full-moon bow, and suddenly shot herself out.

The sword that was shot out was like a meteor chasing the moon, heading towards the center of the sea of ​​ten thousand swords.

In the blink of an eye!

The shooting star, seemingly disappearing into the middle of the sea, sank into the vast night sky, never to be seen again. Meanwhile, the raging tide of the sea surged towards Abbess Jingxian.

A very slight "ding" sound.

Master Jingxian blocked the sword with her sword, but cracks immediately appeared on the blade.

There was a "clang" sound.

The sword shattered and scattered on the ground.

Master Jingxian gracefully stepped back and said to Hu Yunying, "Amitabha, Fairy Butterfly's reputation is well-deserved, I have lost!"

No sooner had the words left her lips than Guo Lanying whirled around in the stands, grabbed Zhang Zhengdao, who was staring in disbelief and had jumped to his feet, and cried out joyfully, "Master won! Ahhh—"

Zhang Zhengdao slumped down, stunned and speechless.