Zhu Tian: Becoming a Sword Master from Martial Arts

Chapter 112: Out of the Gate, Someone from the Western Xuan Territory
Demon Plains, central area.

"Boom! Boom!"

The violent power of wind and thunder continued to rage in the sky. Large tracts of calamity clouds had been covering the sky for several months and had not yet dissipated.

At this moment, in the center of the calamity cloud, in that large empty space, there was a white-clothed figure sitting cross-legged in the void, motionless for a long time, with silver hair fluttering in the wind. Powerful auras emanated from the figure's body.

The fluctuations of his Yuan force and mental force had already reached the peak of Nirvana and the peak of Heavenly Talisman Master. However, compared with the sharp and solid Yuan force, the mental force seemed a little ethereal and weird.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the calamity clouds over the entire plain began to surge violently, waking up Fu Zhu and Zhu Yan, who were leaning against the door of Zhu Yan Palace to rest.

Fu Zhu and Zhu Yan looked up and saw that the figure that had been silent for several months suddenly moved at this moment.

"Shh!"

The tightly closed eyes opened instantly, and the next moment, two gazes like sharp swords shot out from those eyes. Then, the light quickly retracted, revealing a pair of eyes that were as deep as the starry sky, yet hidden with brilliance.

After Lin Xuan opened his eyes, he glanced at Zhu Yan who was squatting obediently in front of the stone hall below. Then, he raised his eyes slightly and looked directly at the endless calamity clouds around him.

The next moment, Lin Xuan did not make any movement, but the endless thunderclouds gradually calmed down, and then slowly dissipated in the shocked eyes of Fu Zhu and Zhu Yan.

If other people saw this weird scene, their jaws would probably drop in shock. The wind and thunder tribulation had already fully brewed, but it dissipated directly without anyone being able to survive it. This had never happened before.

As the calamity clouds that had shrouded the plain for months dissipated, the long-lost sunlight once again shone on this vast land.

I don’t know if it was Fuzhu’s illusion, but under the golden sunlight, he always felt that there was a sense of compassion and holiness in Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan looked up and gazed at the bright sun, with a little light flowing in his eyes. After a while, Lin Xuan slowly retracted his gaze and looked down at the palm of his hand. In his small palm, there were black lines that ordinary people could not see.

"The catastrophe is coming!"

Lin Xuan whispered softly, but there was no worry on his face. Instead, there was a bit of firmness in his calmness, and vaguely, there seemed to be a bit of determination.

Putting his thoughts away, Lin Xuan clenched his hands behind his back and landed in front of Zhu Yan Palace. Seeing this, Zhu Yan hurried forward, with a somewhat obedient smile on his ferocious face, and took the initiative to speak.

"Roar! Zhu Yan greets His Excellency!"

"Ok!"

Lin Xuan nodded slightly and raised his hand at the same time. A special energy wave fell on Zhu Yan's body. Then, Zhu Yan's figure turned into thin threads and flew towards the Zhu Yan Palace behind him.

"Thank you, sir! Hoo! Hoo!"

Before his figure disappeared, Zhu Yan imitated Lin Xuan's previous behavior, clasped his fists and saluted, and even growled excitedly twice. However, as if he didn't quite understand, the positions of his two hands were even reversed.

After watching Zhu Yan's figure disappear, Fu Zhu hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Lin Xuan skillfully turned over and sat cross-legged on Fu Zhu's back.

After taking out a pot of wine and taking a sip, Lin Xuan took out another pot of wine, handed it to Fu Zhu's mouth, and said softly.

"Wait a moment, Zhu Yan."

Looking at the wine jug in front of him, Fu Zhu opened his mouth and took a sip without any hesitation, then waited quietly there.

Not long after, the huge Zhuyan Palace behind him began to shake, and then the palace door burst open, and a huge and ferocious ape several meters tall walked out of the hall.

"Roar!!"

After the extremely ferocious ape walked out of the hall, it let out a long howl towards the sky. Fu Zhu, who was standing there, saw that this dead monkey had been making a fuss for so long and didn't leave, so he immediately started to cry out in dissatisfaction.

"YoYo!"

"Roar!"

Zhu Yan, whose momentum was rising, subconsciously roared back angrily. However, the next moment, Zhu Yan seemed to realize something and the roar stopped instantly, almost choking his throat.

After carefully taking a look at the figure sitting there drinking quietly, Zhu Yan quickly shrank his figure, nimbly ran to Fu Zhu's side, climbed directly onto Fu Zhu's back and squatted down.

When Fu Zhu noticed Zhu Yan crawling onto his back, he immediately started cursing.

"Get out of here, you stupid monkey!"

"Roar! Four-horned deer, hurry up and don't waste the adults' time!"

Seeing Lin Xuan sitting there drinking wine contentedly, Zhu Yan felt a little relieved, and then he started to curse him directly. What's even more excessive is that while cursing back, Zhu Yan also patted Fu Zhu as if he was driving a horse.

"You damn monkey, be careful or I'll drown you!"

Fu Zhu was so angry. It was such a shame that a dignified spiritual beast was used as a mount by a damn ferocious beast. But Lin Xuan was there, so even if Fu Zhu was angry, he could only keep his head down and hurry on his way.

"Roar! Come on, Four-horned Deer. If I'm afraid of you, I'm not Zhu Yan!"

Lin Xuan, who was sitting on Fu Zhu's back and swaying slightly, drank wine quietly while listening to the two spiritual beasts and ferocious beasts from the ancient times cursing at each other, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

……

Outside the Demon Plains.

Several figures hidden in black robes were staring at the exit of the plain in front of them without blinking. One of them couldn't help but ask.

“Boss, if we block him like this, what if he draws his sword? Although he is called the Sword Saint, his nickname is the infamous God of Death!”

After that person finished speaking, it was obvious that the remaining people, including the man who was the leader, all trembled.

The title of Sword Saint is not boasted, but the title of God of Death, which was piled up by using the corpses of one dynasty genius after another.

Moreover, it was not just the contestants from the various dynasties in the Hundred Dynasties War, but even the strong men from the super sects that hosted the Hundred Dynasties War, and the deacon of the Yuan Sect, the leader of the eight super sects, the Sword Saint dared to draw his sword directly and killed them with one sword. If the Sword Saint drew his sword on them, they might not be able to take the sword. No, that's not right. The Sword Saint didn't even need to draw his sword, it was enough to easily kill them.

After months of seclusion, the Sword Saint is no longer the same Sword Saint as before. Compared to the Sword Saint who killed Liu Tong with one sword, the current Sword Saint is definitely more terrifying.

"Gudong! Don't worry, I have done some research. Normally, sword masters are easy to talk to and not the kind of bloodthirsty type."

The leading man, who was wearing a dark red robe under a black robe, swallowed and spoke softly.

Even as he was speaking, the leading man's eyes widened, because at the exit of the Demon Plain, there was a four-horned white deer spirit beast walking towards the outside.

Suddenly, the pupils of several men in black robes, including the leading man, suddenly shrank, and they looked at the scene in front of them in shock, because they saw that with every step taken by the four-horned white deer, the surrounding space fluctuated, and then, the four-horned white deer carrying the young man in white clothes and silver hair appeared out of thin air in front of them.

The next moment, the shrunken pupils suddenly dilated again, because the black-robed man and others were shocked to find that the four-horned white deer that was originally walking below had completely disappeared after taking another step.

“Old…Old, Boss!”

One of the black-robed men suddenly spoke in a trembling voice. The leading black-robed man turned his head in dissatisfaction and was about to start scolding, but the next moment, he froze in place.

"Gudong, sword, sword... sword, Master Sword Saint!"

After trying several times, the black-robed man at the head finally managed to control his chattering teeth and tried to force a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Who are you?"

Lin Xuan glanced at the group of mysterious people in front of him, took a sip leisurely, and then spoke softly.

After seeing that Lin Xuan did not draw his sword immediately, the group of men in black robes breathed a sigh of relief, gasping for breath, with expressions of relief on their faces for surviving the disaster.

This is not an exaggeration. Just now, after turning around and seeing the figure in white clothes and silver hair, this group of people really thought they were going to die.

"Are you afraid of me?"

After Lin Xuan glanced at the expressions on those people's faces, he lowered his gaze to the wine jug in front of him. It was not only because of the expressions of those people, but also because there was a breath of fear emanating from those people.

This is something that Lin Xuan has mastered after accepting the inheritance of the four evil beasts. He can feel the power of the mind, especially the negative mental power, which he is more sensitive to, such as greed, rage, bloodlust...

"Hey, hey hey!"

The leader originally wanted to say that he was not afraid, but after Lin Xuan's gaze swept over him, he felt that all the secrets in his body, including his emotions and inner heart, had nowhere to hide. He could only laugh dryly and dared not respond.

"Tell me, what's the matter!"

Although he had accepted the inheritance of the four evil beasts, perhaps because he also had the inheritance of the four sacred beasts, Lin Xuan was not greatly affected. As usual, he was a person who did not like killing.

After hearing Lin Xuan's initiative to speak, the black-robed man who was leading the group suddenly remembered that he was not waiting here just to meet the Sword Saint himself, he also had his mission to fulfill, so he immediately spoke.

"Master Sword Saint, in fact, I was ordered to come to visit you this time, and I hope to cooperate with you!"

"Ancient battlefield?"

Lin Xuan responded softly. The man in black robe couldn't help but reveal a look of astonishment on his face when he heard it, but he quickly reacted. After all, the Sword Saint had already mastered the secret of the ancient battlefield, so it was not difficult for him to guess it.

"Yes, we can help the Sword Saint occupy this ancient battlefield. I just hope that Master Sword Saint can cooperate with us!"

While the man in black robe was speaking, Lin Xuan was listening quietly, drinking wine and stroking the head of the little monkey next to him with one hand.

The only thing that made the man in black robe feel a little strange was that every time the seemingly ordinary little monkey stared at him with its red eyes, he could not help but feel a sense of fear in his heart, as if he was being stared at by some extremely ferocious creature.

"You guys go back."

Lin Xuan responded softly. The man in black robe showed confusion on his face when he heard it. Just as he was about to ask more questions, he heard Lin Xuan's voice again.

"The westernmost land is the location of the White Tiger. The White Tiger is responsible for killing. It is an extremely dangerous place, extremely gloomy, extremely evil, and it brings death!"

Hearing the sound coming from afar, the black-robed man's eyes trembled. Just when he was about to say something, he saw that the four-horned white deer and the young man in white clothes and silver hair had disappeared.

"Xiji, could it be that the Sword Saint actually knows our origins?"

"Boss, no way? Maybe this is just a coincidence?"

The black-robed man next to him couldn't help but speak out when he heard this, however, the black-robed leader's face instantly darkened after hearing this, and he spoke with a bit of annoyance.

"Humph, do you think it's you? He's the Sword Saint, who never likes to talk nonsense. Otherwise, how do you think those people died in the past? It's very dangerous to disobey the Sword Saint!"

The other men in black robes straightened their faces when they heard this. They had conducted a careful investigation during this period of time. Every time, before killing someone, the Sword Master gave those people a chance, but those people did not seize the opportunity, so they died.

"Then Boss, what should we do now? Are we just going to go back like this?"

"Humph, if you don't go back, you still want to cause trouble for the Sword Saint? Didn't you see it? That is the power of space. Do you really think that we can control a little bit of the power of space by using the power of the Heaven Sealing Formation Diagram, and that we really have the ability to control the power of space?"

Seeing that the people around him were still asking questions so stupidly, the black-robed man who was leading the group couldn't help but snort coldly. However, he was also somewhat relieved in his heart that these guys were relatively obedient.

"The Sword Saint can already fully master the power of space. The Heaven Sealing Formation Diagram is no longer effective. In addition, when those powerful people from the East Xuan Territory arrive, we won't have any chance at all!"

"Let's go back and report to the elders. We should retreat immediately. It would be best if we report the Sword Saint's words to the Master. I have a feeling that the Sword Saint would not speak nonsense!"

Having said that, the leading black-robed man waved his hand and led several other black-robed men directly towards a certain direction.

Outside the Demon Plain, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on Fu Zhu's back, staring down at the palm of his right hand. There, the black line condensed by the energy of disaster showed no signs of dissipating, but instead became thicker and thicker.

"Roar! Sir, why are you wasting your time talking to them? If they dare to block your way, just tear them to pieces!"

"Between heaven and earth, there is life and death, life and death are determined by fate!"

(End of this chapter)