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Chapter 442 Let it settle beneath me (Please subscribe)
Lei Jingming and his group were among the last to arrive in the Weak Water Realm, appearing almost simultaneously with the Tianpeng Secret Realm.

Therefore, they did not meet with Xun Wangtian and the others immediately, nor did they pay Qingfeng for the "ticket".

The reason I came here now is because I heard the Sword Maniac's words that "depressed our own prestige and boosted the morale of others," and I was thinking of meeting Chen Yi, a rising star among the sword cultivators of Taizhou Mountain.

Zhao Muzi nodded and asked gently, "Your master didn't come this time?"

Lei Jingming glanced at the embarrassed sword fanatic Xu Pingtian and replied respectfully, "My master has just gone into seclusion and is unable to come."

"But before I left, my master instructed me to give you my regards."

He paused slightly before continuing, "I also thank you for taking care of Junior Brother Pingtian."

Xu Pingtian: "..."

This must be something Senior Brother Lei made up.

He clearly visited his master before leaving, but there were no words of thanks or greetings.

Clearly, the third senior brother was making fun of someone.

Zhao Muzi smiled upon hearing this, "It's a good thing that Fellow Daoist Feng Chen is in seclusion. He must have gained something during this time."

"If we can go further, it will be a great fortune for the sword cultivators of Taizhou Mountain."

"What you say is true, senior. My master... well... recently watched Master Chen Yi's swordplay and perhaps gained some insights."

When Lei Jingming mentioned him, Chen Yi couldn't help but smile.

However, he took those words with a grain of salt; he didn't believe his swordsmanship would catch the eye of that Sword Dao Ancestor.

Even when drawing inferences from one thing to another or integrating various schools of thought, sword cultivators will still be selective, as not all principles are suitable for them.

Chat for a while.

Lei Jingming was surprised to learn about the "tickets," but he acted swiftly.

The group of ten consisted of the blood cores of ten great demon kings at the third level of supernatural powers.

However, just as he handed it to Qingfeng, he seemed to remember something, slapped his forehead, looked at Jianchi with a smile, and asked:
"Junior brother, shall I donate a blood core for you as well?"

"Oh, probably not. After all, you are now a person of Xunwangtian, which is quite different from us of the Sword Daotian."

Hearing his teasing, the sword fanatic could no longer hold back.

She pounced and jumped onto Lei Jingming's back, gritting her teeth as she said, "Third Senior Brother, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"I, Xu Ping, was born a member of the Sword Dao Heaven, and I will die a ghost of the Sword Dao Heaven. Master Mu Zi also acknowledges this."

Lei Jingming swayed slightly, then let him be, chuckling as he teased:
"I dare not admit it, for fear that you will bring along the Daoist masters Xun Wangtian and others to cause me trouble later."

"Ah...you still dare to say that?"

"Hey? Junior brother, junior brother, I was just joking, why are you talking? Are you guys just watching the show? Quickly pull your Uncle Xu and Grandmaster Uncle away."

The others were all younger disciples of Sword Dao Heaven. Although they were about the same age as Xu Pingtian, they were all of lower seniority.

Some were even two generations younger.

Seeing the two elders of the Sword Dao Heaven bickering, they could only watch from the sidelines.

Chen Yi was also watching from the side, and he could naturally tell that Lei Jingming and Jian Chi had a very good relationship.

At the same time, he could also see that Lei Jingming's swordsmanship was quite advanced.

He should have reached the peak of the sixth realm of supernatural powers and is about to enter the seventh realm.

Although he was much weaker than him, judging from Lei Jingming's age, his talent should be almost the same as his master Li Qingzhou.

It didn't take long.

Led by the sword fanatic, Lei Jingming approached Chen Yi and said with a serious expression:
"Sword cultivator Lei Jingming greets Brother Chen."

Chen Yi was slightly taken aback, feeling that he was being too formal. After thinking for a moment, he returned the greeting in the manner of sword cultivators from the Tianyuan Continent.

"Sword cultivator Chen Yi greets Brother Lei."

Lei Jingming seemed to relax and said with a smile, "I have greatly admired Brother Chen's skills on the previous occasions."

"I have always longed to meet Brother Chen, and today I have finally fulfilled my wish."

Before Chen Yi could speak, Xu Pingtian rolled his eyes and interrupted, "Third Senior Brother, can you be normal for once?"

"Back in Sword Dao Heaven, I never saw you express any admiration or anything like that, but here you're saying all these things. And Brother Chen, Brother Chen... that's my Yi-ge'er."

Lei Jingming immediately looked embarrassed, his lips twitched slightly as he begged Chen Yi for mercy, and then he put his arm around Jian Chi's neck.

"Come, come, junior brother, come over there and have a chat with your senior brother."

“And you guys come along too, let’s have a good chat with Junior Brother Xu.”

"Hey? Hey? Third Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Seeing that Lei Jingming couldn't continue speaking and directly pulled the Sword Maniac back to where their Sword Dao Heaven had been before, Chen Yi couldn't help but chuckle.

He could somewhat guess Lei Jingming's purpose in coming—it should be related to the "Kanbianmen leaving words" that the others had mentioned earlier.

However, after being interrupted by Jian Chi, Lei Jingming was unable to continue what he wanted to say.

They joked and laughed together.

Kan Bianmen was completely revealed from nothingness.

The entire palace-like Kanbian Gate stretched across the sky, approximately 30,000 zhang long and 10,000 zhang high.

At this moment, the previously still rivers above began to flow down, and together with the surrounding rivers, the Kanbian Gate appeared as if it were bathing in the waters of the Milky Way, exuding a magnificent and awe-inspiring presence.

Then a loud "boom" resounded through the sky, and the entire Weak Water Realm was enveloped in rosy light, accompanied by celestial music.

A hollow voice faintly came from the Kanbian Gate:
"Where the rolling clouds reveal the immortal shore, the jade palace and golden gate guard the water raft."

"Nine-toothed jade rakes stand upright, dividing the waves; ten thousand scales and black armor slant against the light."

"Eighty thousand Pixiu obeyed the command, and the thunder chariot moved through the nine heavens."

"If there had been no Peach Banquet back then, how could the Milky Way have scattered like rosy clouds?"

The sound ended with a long sigh, as if reminiscing about the past.

"Is this... referring to the former master of Tianpeng Cave?"

"Are there still living beings within the Tianpeng Secret Realm?"

"Of course not. This sound has been heard every time the secret realm opens, but no one has ever actually seen it. It seems to be a remnant of divine will, or something said by the spirit of this Kanbian Gate."

"I wonder what happened in ancient times that even the powerful master of Tianpeng Cave perished."

"No one can explain it clearly to this day."

"Alright, enough talk. The secret realm is open, let's get going."

It's unclear who started it, but soon cultivators from the Weak Water Realm were seen swarming up and flying one after another into the Kanbian Gate shrouded in rosy light.

Daoist Zhao Muzi naturally took the lead, saying "Let's go" and then leading everyone to land outside the Kanbian Gate.

Chen Yi glanced around and saw that many people were lingering there, pointing at the outer wall outside the door and making comments.

He followed his gaze.

Then they saw the so-called "admonitions of wise predecessors" that everyone had mentioned earlier.

The sentences were written haphazardly, in various sizes, and scattered haphazardly on either side of the towering gate.

He could vaguely sense the residual divine power and intent on it, most of which were above the sixth level of divine power.

He also discovered a strange place.

It's unclear which senior started this trend, but most of the fellow cultivators gathered together. For example, the sword cultivator Shenyi was located at the far left of the main gate.

Those who practice physical cultivation are located on the left side, while the great masters of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism are all on the right side of the main gate.

Moreover, each one was written higher than the last, and one could clearly feel that the power of the divine power at the very top was stronger.

For example, the sword cultivator side.

At the top is written the domineering words, "Sitting alone atop the clouds in eternal solitude, holding the will of Heaven in the three feet of my palm," and next to it is the name: "Sword Cultivator Chen Liang."

Following this was "With a single sword strike, even ghosts and gods trembled," and "Sword cultivator Chunyu Feng respectfully presented himself."

Hundreds of sword cultivators followed in the comments, as if they wanted to compete to see who was better.

At this moment, Zhao Muzi glanced around, turned back and said with a smile, "There are still nearly a month before this secret realm closes. Why don't you stay here for a while and watch the excitement?"

Zhao Tianhe chimed in, "If you're interested, you can go up and give it a try."

"However, there is one thing to note that they mentioned earlier: if you want to leave some words on the door, in addition to considering the hardness of the Xuanjing itself, you also need to test the supernatural powers and divine intentions left by the predecessors on the door."

"It will be very difficult for someone whose cultivation and skill level are insufficient to stand above them."

Disaster?
Chen Yi suddenly realized the order of importance of the words spoken by the sword cultivators he had just seen.

So there are such rules.

Just then, Yun Ze, the Confucian scholar from the Yuelu Realm who had previously invited "Linxian" Yin Wuji to a duel, arrived at the place where the Confucian sage had left his words.

Notice his actions.

The cultivators who were still admiring the "prestige" of the senior powerful figures all turned their gazes in that direction.

"Sage Yun is about to make his move!"

"Everyone, just watch for now, haha... This is the most thrilling moment in the Tianpeng Secret Realm."

“I have been here twice, and the scene from the first time is still vivid in my mind.”

"Old devil? If you weren't an incarnation of divine will here, I'd take your surname!"

"Fang Chengzi, your grandfather will not accept you as his unfilial descendant!"

As the "old demon" of the Demon Realm spoke, everyone's gaze turned to Yunze as they listened to the bickering of the seniors.

Even the "Immortal Approaching" Yin Wuji was no exception.

At this moment, he was standing not far from the sword cultivators' message board, with his arms crossed, seemingly waiting to see Yun Ze's performance.

“Sage Yun, don’t embarrass your ancestor.”

Upon hearing Yin Wuji's words, Yun Ze bowed slightly, and Wen Yu smiled like a noble young master, saying, "I will do my best."

"I just wonder if Brother Yin can compete with so many senior martial arts practitioners."

"Hmph! No need for further words, just make your move!"

"it is good……"

Seeing the two arguing again, Chen Yi couldn't help but show some interest. He stood beside Daoist Zhao Muzi and the others, waiting for them to make their move.

At this moment, Xu Pingtian, the sword fanatic, arrived beside them with a bruised and swollen face. He looked Yun Ze and Yin Wuji over and asked:
"Yi-ge'er, aren't you going?"

"My senior brothers and the others have already gone to give it a try."

Chen Yi glanced at him, saw the bruises on his face, and couldn't help but laugh.

He said with a smile, "No rush."

Of course, his gaze also fell upon Lei Jingming and the others.

Unlike Xu Pingtian, the other geniuses from Sword Dao Heaven, including Lei Jingming, did not make a direct move; their eyes were mostly on Yun Ze.

Clearly, they all wanted to see how that Confucian and Taoist sage from the Yuelu region would perform.

As for those whose cultivation level was insufficient, most of them stood outside watching, while some cultivators who were not interested in these things went straight through the gate and headed towards the secret realm behind it.

It was under such circumstances.

Yunze calmed himself, stood to the lower right of the Kanbian Gate, looked up at the words left by the many predecessors, and respectfully bowed:

"I, a humble student, humbly request guidance from you esteemed predecessors!"

As his voice fell, a wisp of his majestic aura spread out, rising from the bottom up along the golden wall.

And those words, whether hastily written or neatly arranged, whether encouraging or warning, seemed to be activated, one after another bursting forth with light.

At first, it resembled fluorescent light, but by the middle it had become as brilliant as gold, and further up, one could see streaks of gold tinged with white, reflecting their words onto the clouds.

In the dim light, one could still see the figures of saints standing above the rosy clouds, gazing at Yunze, the newcomer, from afar.

Interspersed throughout were some remarks:
"...Reading many books is not as good as reading a single pen by Sun."

"I am not as talented as the ancient sages, nor am I as talented as those who come after me. Looking at the present day, there is not a single person who is my equal!"

Upon reaching this point, of the hundreds of Confucian and Taoist sages' sayings, only the very top one remained:
"Confucianism and Taoism are eternal, but they end with me."

However, Yunze's noble spirit could never surpass the phrase "not a single person," nor could it exceed the "Mengxi Jushi" who wrote it.

Seeing this, Yunze's expression turned solemn, and his aura suddenly surged several times over as he spoke loudly:

"My Confucianism originated from the sages of the past, spread throughout the world, is inherited by all people, and is dedicated to the ages!"

"Yunze of the Yuelu Realm, please make way for me, seniors!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a soft laugh suddenly rang out from outside the gate.

Then a figure appeared above the words "No one".

He was dressed in a pure white scholar's robe, holding a book in his hand, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist. He was fair-skinned and beardless, and his star-like eyes were fixed on Yunze below.

That gaze seemed to span countless years; looking at it, one could vaguely sense the weight of the passage of time.

He asked, seemingly casually, "Ambition for a thousand years? But how many thousand years can that be?"

Yunze knew he was being tested, and solemnly replied, "Billions, millions, millions!"

"Billions? Ha, it will all come to an end."

"Never-ending!"

Upon hearing this, the figure laughed, as if he had heard something ridiculous. He laughed unrestrainedly, his expression and movements resembling those of a madman.

Yunze frowned slightly and asked, "Why are you laughing, sir?"

"Laugh at your overestimation of your abilities!"

"Confucianism and Taoism are supremely sacred, but Mount Taizhou will eventually change. Even the most profound truths must change with the times. Do I agree that you are overestimating yourself?"

"If it is a 'perfect truth,' then it is eternal and constant, applicable to all corners of the world. How could it change?"

The figure stopped laughing upon hearing this, looked down at Yunze, and sighed, saying:

"Because some people live in a world of thieves and prostitutes, it's chaotic. Some scoundrels forget their roots and forget their origins. Some people fawn over foreigners and confuse the public. Confucianism and Taoism should change with the times; even the most profound truths can be altered!"

"Therefore, my way lies only in the present moment, not in ancient theories, nor in future generations. Do you understand?"

Yun Ze paused slightly, his aura of righteousness subtly shifting, as if he were pondering what he had said.

Seeing this, the illusory figure smiled again, "You can't even stabilize your own path, how can you talk about surpassing me?"

"Let it settle beneath me."

(End of this chapter)