I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 301 Living Up to the Way of the Sword, and the Way of the Blade

There are countless young and powerful individuals in the world.

Yet, the name of the true strongman is already engraved on the single Tiger Cub Stele.

Among these powerful individuals, Fu Changsheng is undoubtedly one of the strongest!

On his first appearance on the list, he was already second on the Young Tiger Monument, and second among all the young prodigies in the world.

Unlike Qian Yuanji, Lin Ting, Lu Zhange, or Chen Zhian and Li Xushi, who rarely traveled the world.

Fu Changsheng is a Sword Ruins Walker!
Since he became famous, he has traveled to many countries and visited many esoteric schools.

Luofu Sea, Wuliu Mountain, Tianren Mountain, Shenzhong Sea... and even Xiuba Mountain...

His traces can be found in countless famous mountains and rivers, and in several dynasties and villages.

And now, he has come to this Great Qian Dao Immortal Palace again.

As the sword energy pierced through the void, he stood atop a beam of sword light and arrived on its spur!

His aura was like a lone peak and a solitary sword, aloof and cold, surrounded by an invisible sword intent that drew upon his true essence.

Fu Changsheng was young and quite handsome, but he had snow-white hair that reached his waist and fluttered in the wind like sword tassels.

Two dark eyes, calm as a deep pool, yet rather indifferent, devoid of sorrow or joy.

He arrived with the wind, wearing a plain white robe with dark silver sword patterns embroidered on the cuffs, and thirteen red tassels woven around his waist. His aura was indescribable.

Shen Yexiao's eyes were somewhat dazed when he saw Fu Changsheng approaching on a sword.

"When did such a person appear on Sun and Moon Island? I've never heard of him before?"

Shen Yexiao murmured silently.

Chen Zhian stood up and gazed at Fu Changsheng from afar.

The sword energy emanating from Fu Changsheng's body was far too sharp.

Its sharpness is imbued with unparalleled mystery, as if it contains many supernatural powers, or as if some kind of sword essence is quietly being conceived within it.

"This Fu Changsheng is known on the Young Tiger Stele, but he is at most at the Xuanfu realm."

However, his swordsmanship was truly astonishing. Even though he hadn't yet cultivated a sword heart, he had already thoroughly understood the way of the sword soul and was about to touch upon the sword heart.

Chen Zhian stared intently at Fu Changsheng, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

A surge of purple energy rushed into his mind, enveloping his primordial spirit.

Thus, Chen Zhian, with his terrifying comprehension enhanced by the Purple Qi Yellow Court, deconstructed the numerous sword lights and sword energies surrounding Fu Changsheng layer by layer, hoping to glean some insights from them.

only……

Fu Changsheng's swordsmanship was too obscure and difficult to understand; Chen Zhian could hardly comprehend it by merely observing it.

"That's a pity."

Chen Zhian's gaze flickered and then fell on Fu Changsheng's waist.

But then they saw a long sword hanging from Fu Changsheng's waist!
This sword has no scabbard. It is three feet and seven inches long and its entire body is as if it were made of frost and snow. There are blood-red patterns winding along the spine of the sword.

The sword guard is shaped like an ancient snake with its tail between its legs, its head biting a crimson pearl. A misty aura rises from within the pearl, as if sealing some kind of sword energy.

At this moment, the sword, with its frost-white blade gleaming, looked both magnificent and dangerous.

"The twenty-seventh famous sword on the ancient stele today is the Longevity Sword."

That frosty white sword aura must be the extremely dangerous Longevity Sword Rainbow.

Chen Zhian's thoughts were racing as he recalled the origin of the sword.

Shuogubei Sword Shop has a total of thirty-three famous swords.

The power of a sword that can generate sword energy is self-evident.

Chen Zhian once wielded the Luanxiu sword and was able to fight across borders, killing Lu Shengxuan, whose cultivation level was far superior to his own.

At that time, his cultivation was weak, and he could only unleash a small portion of the power of Luanxiu.

The name of the Longevity Sword is inscribed on an ancient stele, which tells us that this sword is extraordinary.

"Famous swords are precious. In all the world, as far as I know, there is probably only one person, Fu Changsheng, who is in the Xuanfu realm and can wield the Shuogu sword."

Chen Zhian narrowed his eyes slightly.

Since the legend of the Longevity Sword has come to mind again.

The Longevity Sword is ranked twenty-seventh on the Shuogu Stele.

But countless master craftsmen have said that the Longevity Sword will never stop at the twenty-seventh stage.

Simply because this precious sword has a nature, a life, and a spirit!
It was originally just a hundred-times-forged sword, but it followed Fu Changsheng on his travels across the world, devouring thirteen other swords, and eventually entered the Shuogu Stele, becoming a famous sword renowned throughout the world.

"Fu Changsheng is a Sword Ruins Walker, but it has long been rumored throughout the world that... Fu Changsheng has not returned to Sword Ruins for many years. Not long ago, Sword Ruins Sword Official Wang Xuanzhang even went to find him to return to Xuanmen, but returned empty-handed."

For example, this time... Sword Ruins had other disciples who came to compete for this opportunity to enter the Heavenly Palace, but they didn't join Fu Changsheng.

"Walking through the Sword Ruins... it seems that he has completely lost touch with the Sword Ruins."

He traveled the world in search of the finest swords.

Now, Fu Changsheng, or rather the Longevity Sword, no longer values ​​ordinary swords.

"Then...why did Fu Changsheng appear in Yong'an City?"

Chen Zhian's thoughts had just settled.

A golden light suddenly burst forth from the goddess statue.

The golden light shone from a strand of long hair on the goddess sculpture, dazzling and captivating.

At the same time, the Sword Soul Beacon Tower built by Chen Zhian began to stir.

Chen Zhian remained calm, but his primordial spirit revealed profound divine essence, suppressing his own sword soul beacon tower.

"A precious sword has been born."

Chen Zhian's eyes flickered as he gazed at the goddess sculpture in the distance.

Shen Yexiao did the same. He stood on tiptoe and looked out, and vaguely saw a ray of light shining on a strand of hair on the goddess sculpture.

Within that radiance, a precious sword was revealed.

This precious sword is completely different from Chen Zhian's Jade Token Sword, and even from Fu Changsheng's Longevity Sword.

This is a heavy sword, which looks completely black and is engraved with faint dark patterns.

The five-foot-long sword exuded a sense of oppression.

"This is also a famous sword!"
It has already surpassed the scope of 100,000 forgings.

Chen Zhian's sword spirit beacon tower sensed the terrifying aura emanating from the jet-black sword and couldn't help but be surprised.

There's actually a sword hidden inside this goddess statue?

"This is the Divine Profound Sword!"

Shen Yexiao, standing under the locust tree, suddenly spoke, his tone filled with surprise: "This is the sword of the Shen family ancestor who founded and built Yong'an City!"
It is said to have been bestowed by a goddess!

Divine Profound Sword...

Chen Zhian silently repeated the name of the sword, gaining a deeper understanding of the resources hidden within this Lower Immortal Palace.

"Famous swords are rare in the world; they can be found but not sought after."

But I've only just arrived at this Lower Immortal Palace, and I've already witnessed the appearance of a famous sword!
No wonder so many people are willing to take such a gamble to compete for the opportunities in the Celestial Palace.

As Fu Changsheng treads through the void, the Longevity Sword at his waist hums softly, unleashing waves of sword light.

The sword light seemed to possess a spirit, soaring away and striking the radiance emanating from the goddess statue.

Sonorous!

With a soft sound, the light enveloping the heavy sword shone even brighter, while Fu Changsheng's sword energy dissipated at that moment.

Fu Changsheng's eyes flickered slightly, showing some surprise.

His hair was as white as snow, and his expression became much more serious. He lightly tapped the hilt of his sword at his waist with his fingertips.

Before the Longevity Sword was moved, a clear and melodious sword cry suddenly resounded throughout the world.

In an instant, the wind and clouds reversed, and all the vegetation within a hundred miles bowed down. Every leaf tip burst forth with tiny sword energies, cleaving through the morning mist and condensing into thousands of frosty blades suspended in the air.

The moment he raised his eyes, his sword spirit soared into the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds above Yong'an City suddenly parted, revealing a sliver of azure sky.

The sword light was so intense and fierce that when the people in the city looked up, they had the illusion that their eyes were burning.

The ten-zhang (approximately 33 meters) of empty space around the goddess statue froze solid, even the drifting dust particles condensing into translucent ice crystals, refracting a magnificent yet deadly rainbow of light. "The Third Law of Sword Ruins."

Fu Changsheng made a gesture with his fingers, his voice as indifferent as a spring gurgling over stones.

The sword light shattered instantly, transforming into three thousand six hundred streaks of frosty white silk.

Each sword energy trajectory etched deep blue cracks in the air, as if it wanted to shatter the laws of this world into pieces.

The moment the rain of swords touched the golden glow of the goddess statue, the entire city of Yong'an began to tremble, as if a dragon were turning over.

Chen Zhian, who witnessed all of this, couldn't help but be surprised!
"Fu Changsheng's swordsmanship has become so profound, and its power is even more formidable."

"With such sword energy, can it shatter that radiance and allow me to retrieve the heavy sword?"

Just as he was speculating...

Shen Yexiao, standing under the locust tree, began to breathe heavily, his eyes filled with deep reverence!
The goddess statue, which they worshipped, sacrificed to, and prayed to day and night but which had never shown any power like an inanimate object, seemed to have changed at this moment!

Suddenly, a sound rang out from within the golden glow of the sculpture.

The goddess sculpture remained unchanged, her eyes tightly closed, yet a wisp of golden energy emanated from her fingertips.

The aura rose and transformed into clouds, from which nine layers of light burst forth.

Ancient seal script flows between the halo, revealing unimaginable power.

As the clouds and mist dissipated, the ancient seal script also fell, landing on the dark heavy sword.

Frosty white sword rain collided with clouds and seal script, bursting into continuous sparks.

Fu Changsheng's pupils contracted slightly as he saw his sword energy being swallowed up by layers of clouds and mist, turning into nourishment for the clouds.

Sensing its master's fighting spirit, the Longevity Sword's thirteen red tassels moved without wind, and the phantom of the devoured famous sword appeared on each red line.

"Longevity..."

He flicked his finger and the sword's murmur suddenly rose nine times higher.

In an instant, the river water in the west of the city surged back into swords, the willow leaves in the east of the city turned into blades, and everything in the world transformed into fine sword light.

The entire city seemed to transform into a sword sheath, and Fu Changsheng was the peerless weapon about to be unleashed!
"What kind of sword spirit is this?"

Chen Zhian was finally moved. He stood on the locust tree, looked up into the distance, and weighed the gap between his swordsmanship and that of Fu Changsheng.

At that very moment, a plume of crimson smoke shot into the sky from the government office in the center of Yong'an City.

"Array up!"

Chen Zhian regained consciousness, his spirit flowing, and he departed with his wishes.

But then, from Yong'an City, three thousand heavily armored cavalrymen galloped out, each carrying a shield with tortoise shell patterns gleaming on it.

The four elders, dressed in divination robes, stepped through the air, their array flags seemingly connecting the entire Yong'an City, and in the blink of an eye, they set up a large array.

Another middle-aged man, exuding an aura of authority and possessing a majestic bearing, arrived through the air, clad in heavy armor, wearing a helmet, and carrying a tiger tally.

A three-zhang-tall Suanni divine image rose behind him, its gaze towards Fu Changsheng filled with both vigilance and ferocity.

"Who goes there, daring to trespass into Yong'an City!"

"Uncle..." Shen Yexiao looked at the middle-aged man's imposing presence, his eyes filled with a complex emotion.

At this moment, the Longevity Sword was finally drawn half an inch from its sheath.

Suddenly, the sky and earth darkened.

All eyes were fixed on that frosty arc of light.

A frosty arc of light bloomed in the sky, its aura fierce and its sword energy unparalleled, yet it carried a unique rhythm, as if the precious sword was singing a song!
"The Song of the Sword of Immortality".

Chen Zhian recognized this as the supernatural power of Fu Changsheng's Dao.

"The second-ranked Daoist supernatural power of the Young Tiger Stele is far superior to my Lingye supernatural power."

only……

Chen Zhian then turned to look at the goddess sculpture.

Before the enormous statue of the goddess, the jet-black greatsword was still enveloped in radiance, so dazzling that it showed no sign of dimming.

Fu Changsheng frowned.

He paid no attention to the many powerful figures in Yong'an City, nor to the three thousand heavily armored soldiers.

His gaze remained fixed on the sword before the goddess statue...

A few breaths passed.

Fu Changsheng suddenly turned around, lightly touching the hilt of his sword, and walked through the vast Yong'an City amidst the clouds and mist.

As he passed the locust tree where Chen Zhian was hiding, the Longevity Sword suddenly emitted a clear, resonant tremor. Fu Changsheng paused slightly, his gaze piercing through the layers of branches and leaves to land on Chen Zhian.

He stared at Chen Zhian, then suddenly frowned: "Since you're cultivating swordsmanship, why bother hiding it?"

Chen Zhian remained expressionless and smiled, "I hope that one day I can discuss swordsmanship with you."

Fu Changsheng remained noncommittal and turned to look at the goddess statue.

The black heavy sword then fell into a strand of the goddess's long hair and disappeared completely.

"When I return to retrieve this precious sword, I will experience its sword spirit firsthand." Fu Changsheng said calmly, "May I ask your name, sir?"

Chen Zhian stared into Fu Changsheng's eyes.

For some reason, he couldn't see a trace of emotion in Fu Changsheng's eyes.

Even the gaze in his eyes seemed to emanate wisps of sword energy, echoing the Longevity Sword at his waist.

just like……

He himself is the Longevity Sword, no longer belonging to any human; his swordsmanship is pure, and his heart is pure.

"This person has a pure heart for the Dao, or perhaps... he has lost his 'humanity' and only has a heart that seeks the Dao of the sword."

Chen Zhian couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.

"Such a person... did not fall into the blood sacrifice path, but instead devoted himself to the pursuit of the sword path and bravely climbed the peak of the sword. He is worthy of respect."

Thinking of this, Chen Zhian suddenly looked up.

His divine essence flew out from his primordial spirit and landed beside Fu Changsheng's ear.

"My name is... Chen Zhian!"

"Chen Zhian?" Fu Changsheng's expression finally changed. He hurriedly lowered his head and took a closer look at Chen Zhian.

"With innate cultivation, your name is inscribed on the fifth stele of the fledgling tiger. It is said that you have also comprehended the Dao of the Sword Soul..."

Fu Changsheng's divine essence also flowed, but his gaze fell on the Tiger Soul Blade at Chen Zhian's waist at this moment!
The Tiger Soul Blade exudes a powerful and chilling aura, yet it is also filled with profound mysteries.

Fu Changsheng, with his level of cultivation, how could he not know that Chen Zhian also cultivated the Dao of the Blade... Moreover, Chen Zhian's Dao of the Blade had actually reached the Blade Soul Realm.

“Cultivating both sword and saber... wouldn’t that betray the way of the sword?” Fu Changsheng actually sighed and asked.

After pondering for a few moments, Chen Zhian said, "I hope that I can be like the former crown prince of Daxi, living up to the way of the sword and the way of the saber."

Fu Changsheng shook his head slightly, but remained silent.

However, Chen Zhian still saw through what he was thinking.

"The former crown prince of Daxi is the one who inscribed the words on the ninth stele. How many people in the world can compare to him?"

Chen Zhian was about to say something.

Fu Changsheng glanced at the east again, where the aura was like a pillar and the sword light was like the sun!
"I hope that when I meet you again, I will be able to experience your sword spirit."

Fu Changsheng stepped into the air and disappeared.

Chen Zhian watched him leave.

He had no regrets whatsoever about revealing his identity to Fu Changsheng.

Fu Changsheng was too naive; his identity meant nothing to him, and even who he was was of no importance to him.

He can rest assured.

At this moment... powerful figures from afar are rushing here.

Chen Zhian's gaze fell on the goddess statue, and also on that strand of hair.

Do not know why……

At this moment, Chen Zhian felt a strong connection to that Divine Profound Sword...

You can easily pick it yourself by reaching out.

(End of this chapter)