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Chapter 286: The Southern Daoist, Fighting the Old Heavenly Master

Blood dripped from his Taoist robe, Xu Ziling's face became paler, but his mental will became stronger.

Each battle was not only a competition, but also an exchange between Taos. His spirit, energy and vitality were naturally sorted out gradually. With each battle, his spirit, energy and vitality became more and more solid in the process. His mind was empty and clear, chaotic and enlightened, and his form and spirit were both wonderful.

At this moment, there was no more breathing through his nose, and the aura around his body was natural and blended, without any sharpness at all, as if he had become a part of the universe, and his aura was almost non-existent.

"Is this enlightenment on the battlefield?"

The old Taoist priest's eyes almost popped out. In just a few days, he had seen Xu Ziling attain enlightenment twice. Such an opportunity might only come once in a lifetime for an ordinary person, but for this kid, it was as easy as eating and drinking.

This boy is so terrifying!
When the older generation saw Xu Ziling's current condition, they were all speechless, while the younger generation of disciples only felt that something seemed to have changed in Xu Ziling.

At this moment, Xu Ziling had forgotten everything. All his energy and spirit were concentrated in the dantian between his eyebrows. The moves of the Piaomiao sword technique kept appearing before his eyes, over and over again, endlessly.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a moment had passed. His spirit was no longer hidden deep in his body, but instead completely merged with the sword energy on the sword, without distinction between self and others. He even observed the world from the perspective of a wisp of sword energy. The five senses and six consciousnesses of the physical body could no longer trap or interfere with his mind.

In the darkness, from his perspective, the heaven and earth extended above his head and under his feet, reaching the infinite distance where the sky ends and the earth ends.

Gradually, all of Xu Ziling's consciousness that was poured into the sword energy became one with the heaven and earth. Not only was there no sword energy, there was no human body either. Only a soul remained that was free of attachments after the combination of heaven, earth, and man.

This process seems slow, but in fact it only takes a few breaths.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, come again!"

At this moment, Zhang Shoucheng also felt the danger from Xu Ziling. He pinched the sword seal with his hand, and his momentum gradually increased. The sharp sword energy spread from his body, "Come!"

Piaomiao sword technique is known for being ethereal, traceless, exquisite, unpredictable, invisible and formless. The first eight moves are the foundation. Xu Ziling only practiced the first eight moves. The battle with Zhang Shoucheng made him realize that the eight moves go back and forth in reincarnation, which is the ninth sword technique: reincarnation.

In an instant, Xu Ziling mobilized the little true Qi in his body, and the ethereal sword energy that filled the surrounding world naturally condensed back, like a curtain that firmly covered himself and Zhang Shoucheng in a sword energy field that belonged to the two of them alone.

In an instant, Zhang Shoucheng felt that the air around him seemed to become heavy and cold, and the crisis was spreading from all directions. He suddenly swung the sword in his hand and released a fierce and powerful sword energy. The innate true energy was pure and vast. In the blink of an eye, the vitality of the world in the surrounding air was sucked up and turned into a cold sword energy, rushing straight towards Xu Ziling.

The next moment, Xu Ziling moved.

The reincarnation sword moves, controlling the earth's energy for one's own use, the killing move seems to be in the hand, but in fact it is hidden deep underground.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

In an instant, streaks of sword energy rose from the ground like mountains rising into the sky, instantly tearing apart Zhang Shoucheng's sword energy, forcing him to hesitate left and right, constantly swinging his sword to cut off the sword energy coming from underground.

What an exquisite swordsmanship!

After seeing this sword, everyone had only one thought in their mind: no matter how talented Xu Ziling was, the gap in realm could not be easily eliminated. Combat power was combat power, and realm was realm.

Zhang Shoucheng swept through all the Taoists, proving to everyone the powerful strength of the innate master, while Xu Ziling went against the current and fought against the innate with the acquired, which was beyond everyone's expectations. At this moment, he actually had the upper hand.

Incredible!

Faced with the endless ethereal sword energy, Zhang Shoucheng kept swinging his sword, but he only felt that the sword energy around him seemed to be endless.

"Stab!"

If you defend for too long, you will lose. This sword technique was unexpected and tore through Zhang Shoucheng's defense. A corner of his Taoist robe was cut off, and then scars appeared on his body. However, Xu Ziling's figure disappeared, hidden by the underground sword energy within a radius of several feet.

Finally, the earth's energy weakened, the sword energy slowly dissipated, and the figures of the two people slowly emerged, but the result surprised everyone.

I saw Xu Ziling standing in front of Zhang Shoucheng, with his fingers pointing at his sword at his throat. Blood kept dripping from his body and his face was pale. He used his other hand to support his body with a long sword, as if he had reached his limit.

A bitter smile appeared on Zhang Shoucheng's solemn face. He knew that the person in front of him could no longer hold on. As long as he was willing to draw his sword again, he could turn the tide of the battle, but it was impossible.

It was already embarrassing enough that the fight ended up like this despite being suppressed in terms of realm. Even if he won, Xu Ziling would have won without winning. If he really did that, it would only bring shame to Longhu Mountain. It would be better for him to take a step back, which would be good for everyone.

He sighed in his heart, looked at Xu Ziling's face, and said in a deep voice, "Friend Xu, you win!"

Hearing these words, Xu Ziling's tense body relaxed. As soon as he opened his mouth, the world spun in front of his eyes and he lost consciousness.

"Fellow!"

Zhang Shoucheng was about to help him up, but someone was faster than him.

Su Ming held Xu Ziling in his arms and channeled his Qi into his breathing. "Ziling, take a good rest. I will take care of the rest."

The unconscious Xu Ziling seemed to be still conscious, and his frown gradually relaxed.

Su Ming glanced at the people present and said to the old Taoist priest, "Fellow Taoist, please arrange a place to take care of my disciple."

The old Taoist priest immediately agreed and called his disciples, "Come here, take this young friend down to recuperate."

Immediately afterwards, Xu Ziling was carried away for recuperation, while everyone was still immersed in the scene just now. The result was unexpected, no one had thought that Xu Ziling, who was in the acquired realm, would actually win.

They looked at the traces of sword energy and the broken bluestone on the square with complicated feelings in their hearts, whether they were the older or younger generations. Xu Ziling's performance was too amazing, and no one felt that they could fight across boundaries like him.

"Everyone, the Daozi dispute is over. Please go to Shangqing Palace to discuss the matter."

"please!"

In the Shangqing Palace, several Taoists gathered together, both middle-aged and old. They were all the leaders of the major southern Taoist sects. Some of them had only two or three big cats and small cats, while others dominated the top of the mountains, lived in seclusion and were not well-known.

Fighting alone, they are weak, but now that they are gathered together, they are a considerable force. There are five grandmasters alone, and this is not even their entire strength. No one would be foolish enough to show off all their hidden talents.

The old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a cushion and said calmly, "Everyone, Xu Ziling is extremely talented and has mastered the secret of immortality. He is the direct descendant of our Taoist sect. This boy is the pride of our Taoist sect and can be made a Taoist disciple. What do you think?"

The Taoists looked at each other, no one stood up to criticize, but it was certain that some people were dissatisfied. It was an unparalleled honor for a Taoist to represent the entire Taoist sect. Once he obtained the position of Taoist, his sect would surely rise, and this was beyond doubt.

But the problem is that their disciples couldn't beat them. Even Longhu Mountain has admitted it. Can you still deny it?
"I agree." "I think it's feasible!"

"agree!"

……

The old Heavenly Master nodded slightly, his eyes solemn, "Since all the fellow Taoists agree, Xu Ziling is the recognized Daoist Son of our Southern Dao Sect, and will compete with the Central Plains Dao Sect for the position of Daoist Son. This matter concerns the future of our Dao Sect, and I hope you will help and endorse this matter."

As long as the Southern Taoist sect reaches an agreement, the Northern Taoist sect will have to recognize it even if they don't want to. Once the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism begins, it will not end just because they want to settle it peacefully. If you have the ability, go and ask the Buddhist sect whether they are willing.

"Also, there is one more thing that I would like to ask you all for your opinions."

Next, the old Taoist priest told the story of the cooperation between Longhu Mountain and the Song clan.

At this time, Su Ming stood up and said, "My fellow Taoists, I am Su Ming, serving as the military advisor of the Song clan. I can represent the Song clan in discussing the alliance. If you have any questions, I can answer them for you."

Qingcheng Mountain, Qingyang Temple, and Longhu Mountain have already decided to form an alliance and cooperate with the Song clan. However, the other Taoist temples like Bashan Mountain, Emei Mountain, etc. have never participated in this matter. Su Ming must make it clear in advance.

Acting under the banner of Taoism and cooperating with the Song clan are two completely different things, and the Song clan does not force it.

At this time, a Taoist suddenly said, "As far as we know, there are four great holy monks in Buddhism, and there is also the villain Ning Daoqi who is working for them. The Song family only has one Song Que, how can they resist? I'm afraid that Song Que alone is not enough!"

In this world, martial arts will ultimately be the only way to speak. Military strength cannot solve all problems.

The four great monks can join forces to stop the grandmaster. Ning Daoqi himself is a grandmaster. The Buddhist sect alone has the combat power of two grandmasters. This is the confidence that the Buddhist sect can become the leader of the white forces.

Facing this question, Su Ming smiled faintly, "It's very simple. In addition to the head of the Song Clan, there is also me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful sword intent suddenly appeared, like a mad dragon emerging from the abyss, with a sharp edge that caused the Taoist's sword to tremble continuously and almost come out of the sheath. They had to hold it down directly to avoid losing face.

Feeling this overwhelming sword intent, some people's expressions changed. They felt that the sharp edge was in front of them and dared not move.

At this time, a Taoist couldn't help but ask, "Daoyou, did you teach Xu Ziling the sword technique?"

"Of course!"

Suddenly, the old Taoist priest from Mount Longhu said, "Fellow Daoist, Young Master Xu's skills are shallow and he is unable to bring out the power of his swordsmanship. I am not talented enough, but I am willing to learn from you."

Su Ming was slightly surprised, but when he saw the longing and smile in the old Taoist's eyes, he suddenly understood what he was thinking. The realms of the two had already been determined. Although they had not fought, the old Taoist believed that he was no match for him.

The reason for doing this was that he wanted to use his fame to help Su Ming, and he also wanted to see the true power of Piaomiao Sword Technique. He was not only a Taoist, but also a warrior.

In the hall, there were more than one people who had the same idea as him. There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Taoists are not indifferent to fame and fortune, but they have not encountered anything that makes them excited.

"Okay, as you wish."

……

The summit of Mount Longhu.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a grey Taoist robe and holding a Taoist sword. He looked old, but his eyes were so sharp that people dared not look him in the eye.

All around, a group of Taoists looked solemn and watched them closely, not daring to miss a single detail.

The old Taoist looked at the Taoist sword in his hand, then looked at Su Ming, and suddenly smiled and said, "As early as when you came up the mountain, I wanted to learn from you. Today is a good opportunity. Very good, very good."

Su Ming's expression remained calm. "Old Heavenly Master, our moves are too loud. Let's decide the outcome with one move."

"Okay, that's exactly what I meant."

The next moment, Su Ming's temperament changed, and the Dormant Dragon Sword Intent burst out without reservation, like a lurking dragon with bared fangs and claws, waiting to soar into the sky. Before, he was not a swordsman. People who really understand the way of the sword know that the so-called swordsman is not a warrior who uses the sword as a weapon, but someone who is truly sincere to the sword.

In his eyes, the sword is just a means of fighting the enemy, just like palm techniques and finger techniques, it is just a skill.

After several duels with Ren Piaomiao, he gradually realized that the sword was not just an object or weapon, but an inseparable part of his body, like an extension of his hands and feet.

Of course, it is hard for him to agree with the kind of person who holds a sword all day long, with an aura as sharp as a blade, keeps strangers away, does not say a word for a long time, just stares at the sword in a daze, and can give up everything for the sword.

That's not just stupidity, it's even a little bit pathological.

The reason why people are people is that they can use various tools, rather than being assimilated by the tools. As long as the sword is there, the person is there; when the sword is broken, the person dies. It sounds like an appearance for the sword, but in Su Ming's opinion, the sword should be used by people, not people being imprisoned by the sword.

Even Ren Piaomiao, who was extremely skilled in swordsmanship, was not such a madman. After realizing the meaning of sword and getting a glimpse of the path of swordsmanship, Su Ming regarded the sword as the external manifestation of the sharpness of his own soul, and wanted to use it to cut and break all visible and invisible shackles on his body.

After all, no one's heart is round, smooth, and boneless. Instead, it hides more or less sharpness and edge.

The sword is not only an external object, but also appears in the heart, just like the sword of wisdom that cuts off the emotional ties. The sword of wisdom here is the projection of the inner spiritual power and the concentration of will.

A tangible sword is easy to obtain, but an intangible sword is hard to find. Spiritual power is invisible and intangible, and the methods of cultivation are varied, intentional or unintentional. The sword intent is just one of the ways Su Ming cultivates his spiritual power.

In the battle between Xu Ziling and Daozi, he attained enlightenment before the battle and used the Nine Reincarnations of the Sword which was beyond his own realm. This move should have been learned in his innate realm, but he learned it in his acquired realm.

What Su Ming was going to use was the tenth move of Piaomiao Sword Technique, Sky Burial. After reincarnation, one would be born and die in a sky burial!
Su Ming's eyes flashed, his true energy condensed, his jet-black hair moved without wind, and his body was filled with layers of sword intent, boundless.

What a powerful sword!

What a terrible person!
At this moment, thoughts emerged in the minds of the onlookers, and they no longer doubted Su Ming's strength.

In the area several feet in radius with him as the center, sword energy condensed into a long river, repeating over and over again, from birth to death. This sword energy caused everyone's swords to tremble endlessly, and they could no longer hold it back. Their long swords automatically came out of their sheaths, merged into the long river of sword energy, and went straight to the old Taoist priest.

At this moment, a gleam of brilliance flashed in the old Taoist priest's eyes, and the ancient Taoist sword was unsheathed.

(End of this chapter)