Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Chapter 369 True Man Cangsong: What? You're saying Senior Brother Wan is still alive?
The next day!

night!
The Qingyun Sect occupies an area of ​​a hundred miles in radius. Within this area, mountains stretch endlessly, brimming with spiritual energy and teeming with mountain spirits and strange beasts...

On a remote mountain, a burly Taoist priest with a stern face stood on the edge of a cliff, gazing at the distant Qingyun Sect with a complex expression...

Suddenly, a blurry figure flashed by and landed beside the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest turned his head, frowned, and said in a deep voice:
"Zhang Xiaofan!"

"An evergreen pine!"

Cangsong looked at Zhang Xiaofan with a puzzled expression and asked:

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Xiaofan replied, "I came here specifically to see you."

Cangsong looked himself up and down, seemingly searching for any marks left by the other party, and asked in confusion:
"How did you find me amidst the mountains and valleys for miles around?"

Zhang Xiaofan pointed to the little gray dog ​​on his shoulder and said:
"The three-eyed monkey has eyes that can see a thousand miles. Among the mountains, it's not that difficult to find you."

Cangsong's gaze fell on Xiaohui, and after sizing him up, he said:
"I didn't realize you, monkey, had such supernatural abilities."

"We have a grudge against each other, so tell me, what brings you here?"

Zhang Xiaofan did not answer. The Blood Soul Sword was instantly drawn from its sheath behind him, a flash of bloody light, and landed in his hand.

Then, a soaring sword intent erupted from Zhang Xiaofan's body.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Xiaofan formed a sword incantation with his hands and chanted incantations:
"The righteousness of heaven and earth will last forever. We don't seek to kill immortals, but kill ghosts and gods!"

As the True Incantation for Slaying Demons and Gods was recited, a blue dragon materialized behind Zhang Xiaofan.

"cut!"

Zhang Xiaofan shouted and slashed out with his Blood Soul Sword!
"Roar!"

The Azure Dragon roared, its sound reverberating for miles around, causing all the strange beasts within a ten-mile radius to prostrate themselves on the ground.

The next moment, a sword aura of a blue dragon slashed out, leveling a distant mountain peak...

As Master Cangsong gazed at the sword that slayed demons and gods, feeling its supreme sword intent, a look of reminiscence appeared on his stern face…

He thought of his most revered senior brother, Wan, and how, more than three hundred years ago, senior brother Wan, alone with his sword, led his fellow disciples to brave the wilderness and fight their way to the Demonic Sect's Wilderness Temple.

After recalling the events, Cangsong still didn't give Zhang Xiaofan a friendly look, saying:

“Your sword strike is similar to that of the person I respected most in my life. In fact, you wielded it even better than he did back then.”

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the flattened mountain peak in the distance and said:

"Didn't you wonder back then why I possessed this sword technique that could slay demons and gods?"

The Taoist Cangsong remained silent, his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice:
"Slaying Ghosts and Gods is one of the four great true techniques of Qingyun. It is extremely powerful. For thousands of years, however, very few people have ever learned it, let alone unleashed its full potential."

"However, I must admit that your talent is indeed exceptional, the best I have ever seen in my life. It is normal that you have mastered the art of slaying ghosts and gods, which was taught to you by Dao Xuan and Tian Buyi."

At this point, Cangsong looked puzzled and said:
"However, what I'm wondering is, you were only sixteen or seventeen years old back then, so how did you possess such amazing swordsmanship?"

"Although Tian Buyi is mediocre, his swordsmanship is so bad that he cannot teach you at all. Even in the entire Qingyun Sect, there is no one who can teach you such swordsmanship."

"However, it's impossible for someone so young to possess such extraordinary swordsmanship through sheer trial and error on your own. Unless…"

At this point, Cangsong shook his head. Senior Brother Wan had been dead for over three hundred years; how could he possibly teach Zhang Xiaofan the way of the sword?

Zhang Xiaofan suddenly said:

"What if I told you that my swordsmanship was taught by the person you respect most..."

"Impossible!" Daoist Cangsong's stern face instantly changed, his expression filled with disbelief:
"I didn't expect that a young disciple like you would know about Senior Brother Wan." "However, Senior Brother Wan died more than three hundred years ago. Back then, many elders of the Qingyun Sect sentenced him to death, and there was also Dao Xuan, whom he disliked. Senior Brother Wan could not possibly have survived."

"Therefore, Senior Brother Wan had no chance of survival back then and was certain to die. It is even more impossible for him to teach you swordsmanship three hundred years later."

At this point, Cangsong's face, which had been full of disbelief, now held a glimmer of hope as he stared intently at Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan saw a glimmer of hope on Cangsong's face and said:
“You’re wrong. Although Dao Xuan Zhenren doesn’t like Wan Jianyi, Wan Jianyi is still his junior brother, and he still cares about him.”

"Moreover, Dao Xuan Zhenren is magnanimous. Even if it's to prevent Qingyun Sect from losing Wan Jianyi, a genius, he wouldn't let him die like this."

"Therefore, after the elders of Qingyun sentenced Wan Jianyi to death, Daoxuan made Wan Jianyi fake his death and then saved him."

"Impossible...impossible..." Cangsong shouted, his expression agitated and frantic.

"But why has Senior Brother Wan been nowhere to be seen in the entire Qingyun Sect for the past three hundred years?"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the increasingly excited Cangsong Zhenren and said:

"In the past three hundred years, have you ever visited the ancestral temple?"

"I've been there," Master Cangsong replied.

"Do you know that there is an old man sweeping the floor in the ancestral hall?"

"I know." Master Cangsong had a guess in his mind, but he couldn't quite believe it.

"What does this have to do with Senior Brother Wan?"

"Of course there's a connection." Zhang Xiaofan looked at Cangsong Zhenren and said:

"During these three hundred years, every time you went to the ancestral hall, did you ever see that old man sweeping the floor?"

“Never…seen…” At this point, Cangsong instantly understood.

Why is it that I never see the old man who sweeps the floor every time I go to the ancestral temple?

This is because the old man sweeping the floor wanted to avoid him.

At this moment, Master Cangsong was already seventy percent convinced that Senior Brother Wan was still alive, but he still grabbed Zhang Xiaofan's robe with both hands and asked excitedly:

"However, how could an old man sweeping the floor possibly be connected with the brilliant and handsome Senior Brother Wan?"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the incredulous Cangsong Zhenren and said:
"Even the finest sword in the world will lose its original sharpness and become rusty if it is buried in the dark underground for many years!"

"boom!"

Upon hearing this, Master Cangsong felt as if his brain had been struck by a tremendous shock.

He had assumed that Senior Brother Wan had been executed by Elder Qingyun and Daoxuan, but to his surprise, Senior Brother Wan was still alive.

Moreover, he was the senior brother of Dao Xuan Zhenren, whom Cang Song had hated for three hundred years and wished he could be shattered to pieces.

But if that's the case, then his three-hundred-year plan—betraying Qingyun Sect eleven years ago, assassinating Dao Xuan, colluding with the Demonic Sect, and causing the deaths of hundreds of Qingyun Sect disciples—is all in vain.

What, what is the point of all this?
"Haha...haha...I am a sinner...I am a sinner..."

"Hahaha...hahaha...I am the greatest sinner of the Qingyun Sect in two thousand years..."

“I have failed Senior Brother Wan’s guidance, I am sorry to Senior Brother Wan, I am sorry to Qingyun Sect… Haha… Haha… I am a sinner… I am a sinner… Haha…”

Master Cangsong stood on the edge of the cliff, his face contorted with madness, roaring in a frenzy...

Her long, jet-black hair instantly turned snow-white...

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan finally understood why there was the saying "hair turns white overnight" and why there was the saying "dying from anger."

(End of this chapter)