Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 348: Swords of the World, Invisible Sword Treasure

The golden light shines through the half-open window lattice, onto the white jade floor, reflecting a faint luster.

Inside the cave, smoke curls up from the incense burner, filling the air with a faint fragrance, making people feel as if they are in a fairyland.

The walls are inlaid with exquisite crystals, each of which emits a warm light, just like the stars in the night sky.

The long scroll painting in ink and wash hanging on the stone wall depicts the tranquility between mountains and rivers, and the brushwork reveals an otherworldly artistic conception.

A white-haired elder in Taoist robes sat on a cushion with his hands clasped on his abdomen, expressionless, and eyes closed in deep thought.

Next to him, a few yellowed scriptures were placed on an antique wooden table. The pages were gently turned by the breeze, making a rustling sound.

In a corner of the cave, a pot of blooming orchid stands upright, its flowers and leaves glowing faintly in the sunlight, and its vitality is tenacious and vigorous.

Near the window, a small brass alchemy furnace was slowly emitting green smoke.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and a bell hanging high up fell down with a crisp sound. The old Taoist opened his eyes, stood up, and held the bell in his hand with a look of surprise.

"Junior brother?"

At Jiuxuan Mountain in the Xuankong Fajie Mi Lian Sect, at the moment when Tu Hanyun was killed, one of the seventeen wooden signs placed at the highest point in the Mi Lian Sect's ancestral hall suddenly broke.

The cultivator who was guarding in the Patriarch Hall turned pale in an instant, as this represented the death of the sect's Nascent Soul ancestor. The death of every Nascent Soul ancestor was an earth-shattering event. He immediately rushed out, rolling and crawling, and passed the news to the head ancestor of the Milian Sect.

Zhenjun Huachen is the disciple of Zhenjun Jiang Wangji, and the only Nascent Soul cultivator among Zhenjun Jiang Wangji's thirteen true disciples. He can be said to be the successor.

For cultivators who have a family behind them, their names must be composed of three characters: the first character is the surname, the second is the generation, and the third is the name.

True Lord Huachen was a person with natural spiritual roots detected by the sect in a mortal village. The reason he was able to practice to this day was partly due to his natural talent and self-realization, and partly due to the sect's protection and the teachings of his teachers.

Therefore, True Lord Huachen is extremely loyal to True Lord Jiang Wangji. The master and disciple have been together for thousands of years, and their relationship is much deeper than that between father and son.

After receiving the flying message from the cultivator stationed at the Ancestral Hall, True Lord Huachen rushed to his master's cave as soon as possible.

Jiang Wangji is already over 4,400 years old. Even though he has profound magical powers and has taken life-extending spiritual objects, he is already very old and bedridden.

When Master Huachen arrived at the cave, he saw his master holding a bell in his hand and burst into tears. After all, a cultivator has not yet cultivated to become an immortal. The weaker the body, the more fragile the emotions. Jiang Wangji has been a master for a lifetime, but when he thought of his junior brother, who had been with him for thousands of years, dying and going before him, he couldn't suppress his emotional collapse.

"I haven't managed the sect for many years. What happened that Han Yun couldn't even save his life?"

"...The thing is, at first Junior Brother Boqian accidentally contacted the survivors of the former Chiyang Realm. I thought it was just a move. The level of development of Taoism in that realm was not high, so I let Junior Brother Boqian go to that realm to practice after his calamity..."

Zhenjun Huachen told the whole story. He even knew that Uncle Tu had used the master's handwriting to send a letter to Ji Shanze and Lu Cheng to fight with swords. He just didn't expect that under such an arrangement, Uncle Tu not only lost, but couldn't even escape with his life.

This is a very difficult thing to do. When Yuanying cultivators fight with swords, unless there is a huge difference in magic power, it is usually difficult for one to kill the other after the winner is determined.

Anyone who has cultivated to this level will have many ways to protect his life.

After listening to his disciple's story, Jiang Wangji slowly closed his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and quickly calculated with his five fingers. As he did this, a mysterious aura emanated from the old Taoist with white hair and eyebrows.

After a while, Jiang Wangji finished calculating, slowly opened his eyes in surprise, and stroked his beard with his hand.

"Master, are those survivors of the Chiyang Realm using secret methods to conceal the secrets of heaven and have teamed up to harm Master Uncle Tu?"

This was the biggest possibility that Master Huachen could think of. With Tu Hanyun's cultivation level, even if several early Nascent Soul cultivators besieged him together, it would be hard to say whether he could defeat him, let alone kill him.

"No, Han Yun died in a fair sword fight. I just saw an extremely sharp sword light. The sword entered the five elements and killed by escaping from the sky. What a sharp and powerful sword technique!
The survivors of the Chiyang Realm, even if they have cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, must be only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage. However, they can create such a sword light. Could it be that they have obtained a seventh-level flying sword?"

If a genius swordsman in the early Nascent Soul stage is lucky enough to have a seventh-tier spiritual flying sword recognize it as its master, then everything will make sense, and there is indeed a chance that he can kill Tu Hanyun.

"Master, the Heaven and Earth Demon Palace has killed two True Lord cultivators from the Mi Lian Sect. What should we do next? Please give us your instructions, Master."

Master Huachen was very clear about the relationship between his master and his uncle. After thousands of years of getting along, even if the relationship was not very deep at the beginning, it became extremely deep as time went by.

"…Pass on my Dharma decree, all disciples of the Mi Lian Sect, listen to my orders."

Upon hearing this, Master Huachen immediately knelt down and obeyed his master's orders.

"Tu Hanyun practiced magic and committed serious evil. He is now expelled from the sect and is no longer a disciple of our Mi Lian Sect. Master Lu Cheng of the Tong Xuan Realm Demon Palace, kill this beast for our sect. For the next thousand years, all disciples of our Mi Lian Sect must give way to cultivators from the Tong Xuan Realm Demon Palace. Anyone who disobeys this will be considered a traitor and expelled from the sect."

"Master?"

Upon hearing this decree, Master Huachen looked up in disbelief, only to see his master, who was already very old.

"If I were in my prime, I would have definitely competed with this man, but now I am too old. The sect has become increasingly weak in my hands. I am already ashamed of my ancestors. The current Mi Lian Sect can no longer withstand such a storm. A sword genius, a Yuanying sword cultivator, has obtained a seventh-level flying sword as his master. Even if I can still suppress him now, what about a hundred years later? What about two hundred years later?

After I die, are you waiting for someone to come and kill you with a sword? If so, how can I face the ancestors again?"

Hearing Master's words, Master Huachen blushed and kowtowed in shame. If it weren't for the incompetence of his younger disciple, how could he let Master endure such humiliation at such an age?

After Master Huachen left, the white-haired old Taoist walked barefoot back and forth in the cave. He came to a bookshelf. These bookshelves were made of warm spiritual wood. The warmth and dryness could prevent insects, ants, snakes, and rats from gnawing and destroying the books.

Jiang Wangji pulled out a volume from among the many classics, on which was written a line of words: The Secret of the Ten Thousand Spirits Wood.

"Junior brother, you are more courageous than me. Back then, you dared to secretly steal the Ten Thousand Spirits Wood Divine Art to practice magic.

I want to, but I can't practice it. If I practice this skill, the Mi Lian Sect will be destroyed. Even if I devour and refine Hua Chen and the others and revive me, I have no confidence in breaking through the bottleneck of the soul and achieving the path of immortality. "

It turned out that this inheritance of the seventh-level magic soul was an opportunity for Taoist Jiang Wangji. However, the Mi Lian Sect also had its own orthodox lineage, and Jiang Wangji only made a brief comprehension but did not practice it. Until he failed three times to break through the bottleneck of the soul, his body and soul collapsed, and his confidence was exhausted.

Under such circumstances, Jiang Wangji once again took out the magic technique, but he still did not practice it. Instead, he allowed his junior brother to see the inheritance and tacitly allowed Tu Hanyun to steal the copy and observe Tu Hanyun's practice until today. After two lifetimes of practice and four thousand years of Taoism, he was only half a step away from the path of the soul and immortality. However, Jiang Wangji held the Taoist book for a long time, but finally put it down and turned back to sit on his cushion:
"I only hope that my cultivation in these two lives has changed my nature, so that I can have a chance to continue my path in the next life!"

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In the Tongxuan world, there are many space cracks near the mountain, which are extremely dangerous, although no cultivator dares to approach.

However, that sword fight still attracted the attention of all cultivators in the world.

Especially, when the column of scattered spiritual energy, which symbolized the death of the Nascent Soul cultivator, rose into the sky, it brought the matter to an incomparable climax.

It is difficult to count a living person, but it is much easier to count a dead person, even if that person was a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage when he was alive.

After three years, he left the mountain and fought a life-and-death battle to settle the cause and effect.

"How is it possible that a great cultivator from the Mi Lian Sect died under Master Lu's sword? How is this possible?"

"How could it be fake? A cultivator has measured the scattered spiritual energy column and it must be from a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage. Even if Master Lu died, he would not have such a large amount of mana accumulated."

"After this sword fight, the Heaven and Earth Demon Palace will firmly hold the position of the first clan in the Tongxuan Realm. This is a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage!"

“The cultivators from outside the world are not that great. Apart from being better than us in cultivating the hundred arts of immortality, they lack the courage and perseverance in their path. I, a cultivator of the Mysterious Way, have collected the Earthly Evil Spirits, refined the Heavenly Gangs, and experienced forty-nine heavenly tribulations. How brave am I?
How does it look now? Master Lu, who has practiced Taoism for more than 300 years, has killed a great cultivator who has practiced Taoism for more than 3,000 years with his sword. Master Lu deserves the title of "the first sword cultivator of Tongxuan."

The news soon spread to the Demon Palace of Heaven and Earth in Zhiguan Mountain. Madam Baoxiang, the Xiao sisters, Xue Yuzhen and Yun Ling'er mother and daughter all felt relieved.

Although Lu Cheng had told him in advance: "Even if the battle is difficult to win, there are ways to save your life."

I also believe in Lu Cheng's methods, but it's not as good as it is now, relaxing my whole body and having no worries.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Taoist Huang Longzi's long laughter, like a dragon's roar, gradually resounded throughout the Heaven and Earth Demon Palace. Many disciples and servants who lacked magical powers had to cover their ears tightly with their hands, but they still couldn't help but have looks of ecstasy on their faces.

Having one's own sect become the number one Xuan sect in this world will bring countless benefits to everyone.

Two months later, a monk risked his life to sneak into the vicinity of Lishan, and recalculated the battle of that day based on the remaining traces of the great battle nearby.

Finally came to a conclusion:
"Master Lu's natal Five Elements Flying Sword played a crucial role in this battle. The Five Elements Flying Sword was tempered into the Five Elements, and became invisible. It is the Sky-Escape Invisible Flying Sword. This flying sword is sharp and unparalleled. Master Tu Hanyun, whose magic power is far higher than Lu Cheng's, was probably killed by this sword."

At this point, the Invisible Sword became the number one flying sword magic weapon in the Tongxuan Realm, known as: "It can escape without a shadow and has unparalleled killing power."

At this time, Lu Cheng had already returned to the Heaven and Earth Demon Palace to practice in meditation.

He himself inherited the Wanling Wood God Technique, and had fought with a master who practiced this technique in actual combat.

Although Lu Cheng did not specialize in this skill, he could use it to comprehend the great way of wood and use it as a starting point to promote the progress of his practice of the Five Elements Taoism.

In the void outside the sky, there is Wanbao Chamber of Commerce.

Li Ziling looked at the battle report in her hand, and even at this moment she still found it somewhat unbelievable.

"An early Nascent Soul cultivator who defeated a late-stage cultivator? Elder Ling, such a record is hard to find even among the Yuanshen Sect, right?"

"Send that Infant Transformation Pill to the Heaven and Earth Demon Palace. After all, it is only a fifth-grade high-quality elixir. Although precious, it is not as valuable as this person's rare commodity."

The price of a spiritual pill is not necessarily high just because it is of a higher grade. The Foundation Establishment Pill is only a top-grade third-grade one, but its price exceeds that of most fourth-grade spiritual pills. The same is true for the Infant Transformation Pill, which is directly related to a cultivator's path, and its price exceeds that of most sixth-grade spiritual pills.

Such a treasure is naturally a huge favor.

Zhiguan Mountain, the devil's palace of heaven and earth.

Lu Cheng sat cross-legged in the center of the cave. A beam of faint light penetrated from the top of the stone wall and illuminated his brows.

Lu Cheng's breathing was slow and deep, gradually synchronizing with the pure and vast spiritual energy flowing in the cave. In the cave, apart from his breathing, there was only the sound of water dripping, which seemed to be in sync with the Taoist's rhythm.

Various exotic herbs and crystals were placed around the stone bed, all of which exuded a faint spiritual luster. They were used by Lu Cheng to assist in his cultivation.

The fragrance of the herbs and the coolness of the crystal stones intertwined together to form a unique scent that filled every corner of the cave.

As time passed, a green light appeared in Lu Cheng's palm. As he poured his spiritual power into it, the green light became brighter and brighter, as if it was going to sweep away the darkness in the cave.

As his understanding of the Great Way of Wood deepened, a dazed look gradually appeared on Lu Cheng's face, as if he was in an endless forest, breathing and growing with all the trees.

Suddenly, Lu Cheng's brows tightened, and as the wood element power gathered from all around him, a huge force burst out from his dantian, almost shaking the entire cave.

His body was instantly surrounded by a green light, as if he had transformed into a towering ancient tree, with its roots deep in the ground and its branches and leaves reaching toward the sky. The huge spiritual energy inside and outside the cave was attracted by an irresistible force and rushed towards him.

But at the same time, a kind of petrification reaction also emerged on Lu Cheng's body. At this moment, Lu Cheng seemed to feel the whispers of all living things. It was a deep and ancient language that made his own mind communicate with all things in nature.

In this quiet cave, he experienced a kind of tranquility and harmony that transcended this world.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, until the wooden man that Lu Cheng transformed into began to burn with a golden-red flame from within. When the Samadhi True Fire enveloped his entire body, Lu Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and the green light gradually dissipated as he regained consciousness.

The principles recorded in the Ten Thousand Spirits Wood God Sutra were too radical. Lu Cheng used it to comprehend the Great Way of Wood, but suffered backlash, which he then refined and resolved with his Samadhi True Fire magical power.

Wood makes fire, and wood helps fire.

After comprehending the two principles, use them as a foundation to gradually improve your understanding of the Five Elements.

(End of this chapter)