Misty Rain of the Old Times

The sky was high, the clouds were light, and the sun was shining brightly. When the sword flew into the air, countless people screamed and uproared. Ordinary people did not want to be affected by the duel between masters, so they stayed away from the place of trouble or hid at home, closing the doors and windows and shivering.

Those who had some cultivation skills looked in that direction with a look of shock, but did not dare to get close to watch. Some of those who were skilled and brave went in that direction.

Naturally, this kind of abnormality alerted the imperial court immediately. As they could not tolerate anyone causing trouble under the emperor's feet, the Imperial Martial Arts Department immediately went out to seek out the street warriors and constables to cooperate in maintaining public order and evacuating civilians. However, this incident happened too quickly, and only a few innate masters of the Imperial Martial Arts Department went to the scene first.

In addition, some people with keen senses in all parts of the capital city turned their eyes in this direction, some remained unmoved while others came to find out what was going on.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

But this "minor incident" would not cause the capital to fall into chaos, only a small area was in tension.

Following the direction where the long sword flew away, Chen Xuan was almost the first one to arrive at the scene.

In fact, he noticed the slightest movement here, but he was joking with Xiao Gao at that time and had no time to pay attention. As the noise got louder and louder, the sword he usually used as decoration was borrowed away, and he was also pretending to be a bit disappointed by Xiao Gao. He was so frustrated by Xiao Gao that he simply ran away and came to join in the fun.

The place where the incident occurred was not far from their residence, about six or seven hundred feet, more than two kilometers, neither far nor near.

In Chen Xuan's perception, the person who performed the "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin" was a person with innate cultivation, one level lower than Liu Zhenwei and Guo Jinglong at the time. In terms of cultivation alone, he was about the same as Xuan Qing Juenuo and the others.

His innate cultivation level was not that of a god, and it was already very impressive that his sword intent could cause swords from all directions to fly towards him even though he was six or seven hundred feet away. Even Chen Xuan had to admit that this level of sword intent was enough to qualify him to compete with Guo Jinglong, Liu Zhenwei and others.

"When I was at this level of cultivation, the range of my sword power when I used it was only three to five times larger than it is now, right? But I never had the chance to show it off, and I spent my innate stage in a dull manner. How many opportunities did I miss to show off?"

Chen Xuan felt a little regretful when he arrived at the scene.

Every martial art, when practiced to an extremely high level, can turn decay into magic. For example, the advanced sword technique can condense one's own sword intent. It has nothing to do with one's own cultivation level and cannot be seen or touched. It is the ultimate understanding of swordsmanship. One's own sword intent is different, and the coverage range of its display can resonate with the corresponding physical object.

For example, at this moment, the person who releases the sword intent will resonate with the surrounding swords, and thus be pulled over through the air.

'This sword intent is already very impressive, several levels higher than Ye Hong of Maple Leaf Villa. If it continues and is further sublimated, it is expected that the sword intent will be condensed into his own martial arts will and reach the Grandmaster realm. It seems that this person has begun to walk out of his own martial arts, but he is still a little short of the right temperature,' Chen Xuan judged in his heart while feeling the invisible sword intent.

The Grandmaster realm is about cultivating one's own martial arts. Martial intent can be considered a prerequisite for becoming a Grandmaster. If one has not even figured out the martial intent, the road ahead will be uncertain, and one will never be able to reach the Grandmaster realm in his lifetime.

Back then, Liu Zhenwei and Guo Jinglong had already figured out their own martial arts, and had reached a very high level. Guo Jinglong's sword was as cold as a dragon, as if it wanted to freeze and tear everything apart. Liu Zhenwei's martial arts was domineering and fiery, as if it wanted to burn everything. Unfortunately, they failed to make any further progress and failed to reach the master level.

That one step away was like an insurmountable chasm, and even in the face of life and death, one could not take that step.

Only now that Chen Xuan is standing at a higher level and recalling the past can he figure out their true situation. In fact, at that time, he simply couldn't understand the two people's brilliance.

Now it seems that if the two of them can reach the level of a grandmaster, Guo Jinglong will strike out with his sword, and under the influence of the martial arts will and the cold will, the water mist in the air in a large area around him will condense into solid ice and turn into a sword dragon as if it were alive. The power will be increased tenfold or a hundredfold, instead of just being an empty form formed by the true energy.

If Liu Zhenwei could reach the level of Grandmaster, it would be almost the same. With his martial arts will combined with his true essence to activate the Three Mysterious Blades, he would be able to create a terrifying scene like a blazing sun in the sky...

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Chen Xuan's mind. When he arrived at the scene, he took a quick look and took in all the situations. Then he came to an excellent viewing spot in a flash. His arrival did not attract anyone's attention.

This place is sparsely populated and is a temple covering a large area. It has towering ancient trees and numerous steles and pagodas. It is quite old and every blade of grass and tree seems to contain traces of time.

After all, he lived not far away. After being here for a few days, Chen Xuan knew this place. It was called Qingquan Temple. There was a clear spring in the temple that never dried up, so it got its name. There were many droughts in history, and the clear spring in this temple saved countless lives. People said that the spring water was a blessed spring that could eliminate disasters and solve problems. Usually, there were many pilgrims coming to draw water from it. Qingquan Temple did not charge any money, and the incense money was enough.

Qingquan Temple is not a martial arts sect. Unlike Xiaoxuan Palace, it is not a subordinate organization of Taixuan Sect. It is simply a quiet place "out of this world". Some monks in the temple occasionally practice martial arts, but they do not care about the affairs of the martial arts world and are dedicated to burning incense and worshiping Buddha.

Logically speaking, Qingquan Temple was located in the capital, especially near Guixiang Street, where the wealthy and powerful gathered. It should have been packed with pilgrims even during the day. However, when Chen Xuan arrived, no visitors were seen. The temple had already closed its doors. Could it be that they had anticipated something was about to happen? Or had they already sent the pilgrims away?

Chen Xuan stood on the top of the tallest tower in Qingquan Temple. The nine-story ancient tower was more than ten feet high, and his presence could not be detected unless one looked up.

This is an old habit he picked up when he saw Geng Hong drinking alone under the moon on the roof when he was a child. It is probably impossible to change it.

Not far below, on a stone slab that was slightly larger than a basketball court, monks from Qingquan Temple gathered. There were about a hundred of them, all dressed simply and each one very thin, worthy of the title of "poor monk".

Each of these monks was very calm. Most of them had peaceful eyes and recited scriptures in a low voice. Only a few seemed nervous, probably because they had not practiced well enough.

Across from them, atop a bodhi tree a hundred meters away, a black-clad man in his early forties was carrying out a large ceremony. His gaze was cold as he fixed his gaze on an old monk in gray robes, the leader of the group. In his hand, a simple, pine-patterned longsword hummed, emitting three feet of snow-white sword energy. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and bodhi leaves danced wildly around him. From all directions, swords flew in and floated in the air around him, trembling and clanging softly. More and more swords appeared, forming a forest.

The scene was indeed horrifying to ordinary people, but to Chen Xuan, it was just flashy.

Although the opponent's sword intent was boiling like a surging tide, causing the swords on all sides to resonate and protect him, it was too scattered. If it could be condensed as much as possible and all the swords merged into one, it might be worth watching.

If he fails to see through this point and only cares about making a big splash, he will probably stop here.

"His own sword is among them. He should have pushed his sword intent to its limit. There are not so many sword wielders in this radius of seven or eight hundred feet. I guess they are all drawn here by his sword intent. It is still far from the 'Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin'. At most, there are only seven or eight hundred swords, which is difficult to maintain. He can't even control some of the swords precisely."

Chen Xuan muttered to himself, thinking he thought he was such a powerful person, forget it, just watch it for fun. After a quick glance, he simply sat lazily on the top of the tower, and even bought a bag of melon seeds from the air and paid for it.

The man was obviously still gathering strength, and the number of swords flying around him was decreasing.

"Aren't you going to attack yet? What are you wasting time on?" Even though it had only been two breaths, Chen Xuan felt that this was a bit boring.

When masters fight, life and death can be decided in an instant. I'm afraid this is just a way to delay time and show it to others.

At this moment, some people arrived quickly. The first to arrive were seven or eight innate masters, distributed around the four sides. Among them, three were from the Forbidden Martial Arts Department, and their attire was particularly conspicuous.

Monks and Taoist priests, chivalrous men from the Jianghu, and even people dressed as scholars came to join in the fun. They didn't arrive that quickly, but they were getting close...

Several innate masters from the Forbidden Martial Arts Division arrived and witnessed the scene. They looked at each other and shook their heads slightly, but did not intervene immediately. They would have to deal with it later.

It seems to be a personal grudge. Apart from the monks in Qingquan Temple, there are almost no civilians, otherwise they would not sit idly by. I hope this ancient temple will not be damaged too seriously in the future.

If an innate master lets go and does nothing, the destructive power will be extremely alarming. With the masters of the Forbidden Martial Arts Bureau present, the aftermath of the destructive power can naturally be controlled within a certain range.

"I have been searching for you for twenty years. The blood feud is still fresh in my mind and I dare not forget it. Today is the day you die. Kill!"

The man on the top of the Bodhi tree didn't know if he had almost gathered his strength or felt that the audience he wanted had arrived. Murderous intent boiled in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and roared, then swung his sword.

Buzz~!

The swords surrounding him were all humming, and hundreds of swords burst out with dazzling white sword energy, and then swept towards the gray-robed old monk on the ground like a tide.

The sword swept through, causing violent winds wherever it passed, like a white wave.

"From the tone of voice, it's clear there's something fishy going on. They've already started, but I wonder if they'll make a big deal about it and tell everyone about it later... The sword intent is boiling, the momentum is more than enough, but the power is a bit lacking. With such a big show, the true energy is consumed like it's free. I probably won't have that much true energy to use up again later. Will my sword be damaged? I don't use it normally anyway, so if it's broken, I can blackmail him for it." Chen Xuan muttered to himself as he ate the melon, the melon seeds tasted especially sweet.

Faced with the overwhelming wave of swords, hundreds of monks silently recited Buddhist scriptures, and a few were so frightened that their bodies were shaking.

The leading old monk took a step forward, and all the attacking swords were aimed at him.

"Infinite World Honored One," the old monk said, his expression neither sad nor happy, chanting the Buddha's name.

As he took a step, the smooth bluestone ground, which had been walked on by countless people, shook. His monk robe fluttered, and a silvery-white energy rose from his body. The scorching sun seemed to dim by three points. His whole appearance was solemn and dignified, like a Buddha descending to earth.

Then he squatted down slightly, clasped his hands in front of his chest and pushed out. A two-meter-long silver wheel appeared in front of him, mysterious and solemn, covered with scripture symbols. As it turned, the air became sticky, and sand and stones flew like a millstone. The sharp swords that were emitting sword energy shattered upon touching it.

The broken sword fragments kept flying everywhere, leaving the ancient temple riddled with holes.

The old monk pushed the wheel horizontally to block the tide of swords and also protected the monks behind him, but the buildings of Qingquan Temple suffered.

"This monk is quite interesting. He's obviously more powerful than the swordsman, but he only defends and doesn't attack. He's even waiting for the other party to take the initiative. Could it be that he is in the wrong in their grudge? If he does this, won't my sword be broken too?"

Chen Xuan, who was enjoying the meal, grumbled in his heart, in the contest between the two sides, the swords drawn by the sword will kept breaking into pieces. The swordsmen's swords were very valuable, so how much would that person have to pay afterwards?

Others don't dare to ask him for compensation, but Chen Xuan won't suffer in vain... (End of this chapter)