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Chapter 234: In the cold wind and snow, Jiang Li, a young girl, meets Wang Quan Wumu, a boy!

The wind howled and snow swirled, with large swaths of goose feathers falling from the sky.

At the summit of a thousand-foot cliff lies the ancestral home of the sword.

As Ji Xiu, the 'Eternal Kingship,' carried by a transparent yellow butterfly, he seemed to traverse the sun and moon, and in this 'dreamlike scene,' he opened his eyes.

"Am I back again?"

Ji Xiu paused for a moment, then looked around.

But what he saw before him was no longer the scene he had witnessed the last time he entered the Dream of the King, when he was led into the gate by Zhou Chongyang, the Lord of the Blade Court, and surrounded by many giants and elders from the Seven Halls and Five Academies.

Instead, he would sit cross-legged atop the snow-covered peak, letting the chilling, bone-piercing blade energy of the towering summit penetrate his body, constantly tempering his physique and nurturing his sword energy.

On one hand, his spirit intertwined with that of an ancient longsword inserted into a crevice in the stone beside him, forming a connection, as if he were 'resonating' with it and 'refining' it.

In Ji Xiu's eyes, the mysterious ancient sword with the words "Royal Power" engraved on the hilt and the patterns of mountains and rivers on the blade, which were depicted on the blade, became brighter and brighter as he exhaled and exhaled.

Simultaneously.

It also established a subtle connection with its own spirit.

It seemed that as long as Ji Xiu flicked his finger and made a thought, he could easily control this sword to fight against the enemy.

At the same time, he gently touched his forehead, his brow furrowing slightly as a familiar yet strange memory welled up in his mind.

However, compared to the first time receiving the sixteen years of memories of 'Wang Quan Wu Mu', it was much simpler and smoother.

Just a few breaths.

Ji Xiu had already received all of this chaotic information.

Register of Conferment, Refinement of the Precious Body, Inheritance of the Heavenly Blade
When he slowly opened his eyes, he was once again completely connected with Wang Quan Wu Mu's memories.

The current point in time is the first month after he joined the 'Ancestral Court of Swordsmanship' and was accepted as a disciple by Zhou Chongyang on behalf of his master.

On the day he joined the Blade Court Sect, his activation of the 'Human Immortal Primordial Embryo' caused several titled Heavenly Blades at the Thousand-Ren Peak to tremble, shocking the Seven Palaces and Five Academyes.

It is also known that all the true disciples, inner disciples, and junior disciples inside and outside the entire Daoist Ancestral Court know that the current Daoist Master Zhou Chongyang has taken in a talented 'junior brother,' who is also their common 'junior grandmaster.'

only.

These brilliant talents from the Seven Halls and Five Academies have yet to see the true face of this 'Little Grandmaster'.

He was then led to the very end of the ancestral temple of the swordsmanship by an old antique of the temple, who was of a higher generation than the sword master Zhou Chongyang and was responsible for guarding the 'sword wall'.

Right here, on this mountaintop cliff where the wind and snow stand tall.

"woke up?"

One side.

An old relic from the ancestral temple of swordsmanship, with disheveled hair, a slender figure, and a face as white as gold paper, was the old swordsman.

He was originally sitting cross-legged, breathing in and out the sword energy. His internal organs were as hard as iron and stone, and he chewed up the sword energy and turned it into nourishment.

Sensing the disturbance, his eyes slightly opened and closed, a sharp glint like a knife or sword shooting out as he slowly looked at Ji Xiu.
And beside him, there was an unnamed ancient sword that had been sealed away for hundreds of years at the end of the sword courtyard, within the sword wall.

No.

It can no longer be called an 'unnamed ancient sword'.

It should be called...
Wang Quan Dao!

"I never expected that you could actually refine this 'mysterious ancient sword'."

Old Daozi stared at the two characters 'Royal Power' on the hilt of the knife, which gleamed brightly. He couldn't help but stand up, circle the knife twice, and marvel at it.

"It has been 120 years since I first guarded the 'Sword Wall' and watched over the personal swords of those who fell from grace."

"Over the past 120 years, the Sword Court has produced generation after generation of outstanding talents, but no matter how they change, this ancient sword, which is embedded deepest in the sword wall, was brought back from the 'Bingjie Tomb' by the Sword Ancestor 'Ren Chunqiu'."

"From beginning to end, no one was able to gain his approval or make him produce any divine intervention."

"Even your senior brother, who took on disciples on behalf of his master, the old stubborn man who remained in seclusion and was known as the number one martial artist in the world, Zhou Chongyang, did not receive the favor of this sword back then."

"You really are born with extraordinary abilities and great fortune."

"First, I borrowed the sword energy from the peak of the Thousand-Ren Mountain to blast open my heart, and then I tempered it here for more than a month, which allowed me to refine this 'King's Power Sword' and blast open my liver."

"In a short time, two of the five internal organs' secret treasures have been completed, and the fourth major limit of the martial arts body has been achieved. At this rate, if we proceed step by step, we will definitely complete it within one or two years!"

"Within one or two years of cultivation, one can reach the perfection of the Qi Sea and attain the state of no leakage."

"Those young upstarts who have shone brightly on the contemporary Dragon Stele may not even have this much strength, let alone you who have an 'Innate Dao Body.' If you are free from illness and disaster, you are truly blessed by the heavens!"

"Unfortunately"

"The Wang family is short-sighted, trying to force growth and is like pulling up seedlings to make them grow faster!"

Old Dao Ba Zi scoffed lightly, then looked at Ji Xiu with a regretful expression:
“A promising talent like you should be nurtured from a young age, instead of being forced to take powerful elixirs like ordinary martial artists.”

"The muscles and bones are all connected and the five internal organs are all functioning properly; this should be a natural process."

"But the things you've been taking since you were a child, from overexertion, have accumulated over the years and are now like a death warrant, deeply ingrained in your muscles, bones, skin, and internal organs."

"This caused the originally invincible, peerless physique to be forcibly limited to a 'two-eight limit,' a lifespan constraint of sixteen years!"

"To break free from this 'shackle' and rejuvenate your body, you must achieve perfect harmony of your five internal organs, allowing you to fully cultivate your 'Martial Arts Body,' thus entering a state of flawlessness, where your Qi Sea will naturally circulate and breathe, slaying the Crimson Dragon and subduing the White Tiger, and ushering in a new life."

"It could take three months."

"How could someone with your top-tier 'Martial Arts Body' be so easily pried open?"

Old Dao Ba Zi looked worried, as if he didn't want to see his once-promising prodigy die young.

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiu remained largely unmoved.

Aside from being quite interested in this 'legendary history,' he was more interested in finding a way to get promoted quickly.

Although this body may only have three months left.

However, the ancestral court of the sword path was at its peak at this time, and was the 'Ten Directions Heavenly Pillar'!
As its name suggests, it is the undisputed hegemonic power in the eighteen states of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

Within this sacred place with its profound cultural heritage.

Even if the road ahead is difficult, there may still be a way to break the deadlock.

otherwise.
When one pre-receives the primordial embryo of a human immortal through the Primordial Dao Register, one will not experience the 'Yellow Millet Dream' again.

Therefore, Ji Xiu was quite at ease:

"Senior Dao, it is my fortune to know you, and my fate to lose you."

"We've tried and we've argued; as for whether it will succeed..."

"Just do your best and leave the rest to fate."

Looking at Ji Xiu, whose expression seemed cold and emotionless, even when facing a 'life-or-death crisis,' his mindset remained so peaceful.

Old Dao stared at the boy for a long time, his brows furrowing.

"You are only sixteen years old, and you were born into a powerful and influential family. You are only half a head shorter than the elite. Logically speaking, it is perfectly normal for you to indulge in pleasures and be arrogant as a young man."

"According to Zhou Chongyang, you are the son of a contemporary 'powerful clan leader,' and are therefore treated with utmost respect and privilege. Does that young prince of the Wang family raise you as a son or as a weapon?"

"This kind of temperament may be that of a natural swordsman, but it inevitably lacks a bit of humanity."

"But don't worry, now that you've joined our sect, Zhou Chongyang and I will do everything we can to help you break free of your shackles and advance to the level of Perfect Perfection!"

Upon hearing this, recalling past events related to "Wang Quan Wu Mu," Ji Xiu's heart gradually stirred with emotion as he followed his memories.

The state of Xiqi was different from that of later dynasties.

In the present era, the 'Ancestral Court of the Sword' is the only dominant force, suppressing all other branches and lineages to the point of suffocation.

Even though it ranks among the nine great families, the Qishan Jiang family, which is now somewhat weakened and considered a minor family, does not dare to directly confront it, making it a unique and outstanding clan.

Apart from the ancestral court of the sword path.

Then, the Qishan Jiang clan, the Divine Weapon Altar, and the Wangquan family...
The next level, the next level, the next level, are either old relics or behemoths with long-standing giants in charge, with a prestigious reputation.

Wang Quan Wumu was born into the Wang Quan family, but the name Wumu was given to him by Zhou Chongyang.

Ji Xiu's original name was not this.

The powerful clan leader initially raised his son as a 'weapon'.

From the moment he was born, his temperament was too aloof and indifferent, like a sharp sword or a razor blade. His deep pupils made it impossible for anyone to fathom his thoughts. In addition, his talent was truly extraordinary, and he was highly regarded and favored by his family's patriarch.

Therefore, in order to consolidate their position, the powerful clans focused solely on feeding him powerful medicine, hoping to cultivate a 'peerless genius' who could uphold the family's honor.

Therefore, the first sixteen years of the reign of King Quan Wuchai were not a good time to live.

Aside from taking medicine and pills and practicing martial arts, there was nothing else to do.

If Ji Xiu were to make the selection.

The 'Ancestral Court of the Sword Dao', which has a profound connection with the Heavenly Sword True Sect of his later generations.
Whether it's the 'senior swordsman' Old Sword Handle in front of us, or the 'master of the Sword Court' Zhou Chongyang;

Or perhaps it's the ancestral master Wang Xuanyang, the master Duan Chenzhou, and the senior Chen Danding in the present world.
These martial arts masters, who shared a common lineage, undoubtedly gave him a greater sense of identification, and were more convincing to him than the four words "blood is thicker than water."

So Ji Xiu forced a smile and bowed to the old swordsman in front of him.

Although he didn't say anything, the old man was quite satisfied.

Just as the old knife wielder nodded, he seemed to suddenly receive some kind of telepathic message, his brows furrowing abruptly as he looked towards the snow-covered knife courtyard:
"You shall continue your practice here for now."

"Your father actually came to our door."

"Humph!"

"Doesn't he know that if he joins my Blade Sect and becomes a disciple of the Blade Court, all decisions he makes from then on will be made by the disciple himself?"

“If you, Wang Quan Wumu, do not wish to leave, then no one can take you away, especially since this person is ‘malicious’!”

Old Dao Ba Zi couldn't help but look at Ji Xiu and deliberately said a few more words.

Seeing that Ji Xiu remained unmoved and showed no interest in the arrival of the powerful clan leader, he patted him on the shoulder and then braved the biting wind and snow to descend the steep mountain peak alone.

“Your senior brother Zhou Chongyang is the master of the Sword Court. Even if his martial arts are unparalleled, he still needs to pay attention to external influences at times.”

"but"

"I've lived to a ripe old age, long past three generations. I raised Zhou Chongyang from childhood, so I'm of a very high generation!"

"These days, if an old man acts arrogantly because of his age, no one can stand him."

"Even that old, senile, and incompetent Xuanjun of Xuanjing wouldn't dare to turn against me."

"Rest assured, since you, Wang Quan Wumu, have no intention of leaving today."

"No one can take you away!"

"After all, this is the territory of the 'Ancestral Court of the Sword Dao'!"

With a wave of his hand, Old Knife Handle exuded domineering aura, and amidst the wind and snow, he descended the steep mountain path.

Ji Xiu watched until his figure disappeared from sight.
Only then did he draw the 'Royal Power Blade' from his side, carefully examining the outline of mountains and rivers on it, while secretly pondering:

"So it turns out that the 'royal sword intent' that helped me break free from my heart originated from you."

"Now that I have established a connection with the Royal Blade, where is this blade in the mortal world?"

Holding this sword, Ji Xiu had a premonition that it would be feared by ghosts and gods, and that there was nothing in the world that he could not cut down!

If I could find it in this world.

How could it be described as "like adding wings to a tiger"?

"Is this one of the titled divine swords that the ancestral court of swordsmanship sealed within the 'sword wall'?"

"Among those who have risen to prominence in the ancestral court of swordsmanship, I have never heard of any young talents who have been recognized by the titled Divine Sword. Which of your true disciples are you?"

Suddenly, just as Ji Xiu was still pondering...

Suddenly, a clear, curious voice rang in my ears.

Ji Xiu turned around and looked.

Amidst the biting cold wind, a beautiful and radiant young woman, travel-worn and somewhat disheveled, had somehow stumbled upon the summit of the Blade Court.

Although her hair was disheveled, the girl's skin was as white as snow, her eyes as bright as frost stars, and her long eyelashes fluttered as she looked down. Even the overwhelming sword energy could not sever the innate 'noble air' about her.

Especially————

The woman's eyes seemed to have a double pupil, making it easy for anyone who looked into them to become deeply engrossed.

At the summit of the Blade Court, the Blade Wall that seals the 'Title Divine Blade' is a forbidden area of ​​the ancestral court of the Blade Dao, which can only be entered by true disciples. This woman is clearly not a disciple of the 'Blade Court' whose name is recorded in the register.

Therefore, Ji Xiu's first reaction was to be on guard, his wide sleeves hanging down, his hand gripping the Wangquan sword tightly.

But the next moment!
When Ji Xiu could clearly see the bright and beautiful girl's face...
His hand holding the knife suddenly stopped, then his pupils dilated slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly:

"Jiang Li?"

Ok?
The young girl, Jiang Li, looked surprised, her beautiful eyes sparkling, but she was far less worldly-wise than the one Ji Xiu had seen in later generations.

Perhaps because of their youth, they haven't yet had the experience to witness so much vicissitude.

but,
Even if this face has changed slightly
In the Jiangyin black market, in front of Chen Xuanque, Ji Xiu saw the face of 'Great Xuan Human Lord' Jiang Li for the first and last time, and it was exactly the same as the face in front of him!
He would never admit he was wrong about this.

Unexpectedly, this happened around one or two hundred years ago.

Through the "Yellow Millet Dream," he witnessed Jiang Li's expressions and appearances at two completely different times!
It's incredible.

Upon hearing Ji Xiu blurt out his name...

Jiang Li's expression became more wary, and she took a few steps back.

"you"

She was just about to ask Ji Xiu how he knew her name.

But before him stood a young swordsman with an ethereal, sword-wielding figure, his expression solitary. Even amidst the biting wind and snow, despite being the same age as himself, he possessed a subtle, detached air that emanated from his very bones.
At that moment, as if it could read her thoughts, it plunged the knife into the crevice and then extended its palm from afar:

"The Ancestral Court of the Sword, the Sword Master Zhou Chongyang's Junior Brother, Wang Quan Wumu."

"I have met Lady Jiang."

The number one martial artist in the world, Zhou Chongyang's junior brother!?

The young girl, Jiang Li, was startled.

Then, she recalled her experience of fleeing from 'Baiyujing' and being taken care of by the Grand Master, all the way to this land of white mountains and black waters, seeking the protection of the 'Ancestral Court of the Sword Dao'.

My heart started pounding.

Could I have accidentally stumbled into the forbidden area of ​​the 'Ancestral Court of the Sword'?

This young man in front of me looks young, but could he be some unparalleled ancient relic?
Zhou Chongyang's junior brother
How could someone who lived in the same era as that person be an ordinary person?
In a flash.

Ji Xiu's image as 'Wang Quan Wu Mu' was deeply imprinted in the heart of the young girl Jiang Li.

She was stunned for a moment, apologized repeatedly, and then gave a bitter smile:
"Senior, you're welcome."

"Just call me Jiang Li."

“My maternal clan committed a grave error. I have long since been demoted to a commoner and am about to be punished and imprisoned. I am the one who takes the blame.”

"If someone hadn't pulled some strings, we wouldn't have had the chance to go to this northern land of white mountains and black waters."

After speaking, the young girl Jiang Li became somewhat reserved.

Ji Xiu's gaze turned somewhat strange. He never expected that 'Sister Jiang,' who seemed to have a sense of detachment from everything, would actually act like an ordinary person.

That's normal, everyone has a youth.
Ji Xiu couldn't help but smile; the initial sense of distance faded considerably after encountering an 'acquaintance'.
“I am about the same age as you. You may call me by my surname Wang Quan, or my given name Wu Mu, Miss Jiang Li.”

"you"

Ji Xiu also wanted to take this opportunity to explore some of the secrets of the young Jiang Li.

however.

The instant his pupils met Jiang Li's gaze—

The Primordial Dao Register was suddenly pulled.

[The ordained master opened his double pupils and saw the secret technique of double pupils of a descendant of the Xuan Blood royal lineage—'Mysterious Sky Eye'!]

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