Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 389 Just Drawing the Sword
At the top of an ancient tree in the Yanran Mountains.

Not far from the forbidden area of ​​Dragon Head Mountain, the sword energy rolled in, catching Zhu Pingfang and Zhu Lifang off guard. They were almost blown away by a wisp of the dissipating sword energy.

Fortunately, Di Zi San Jiu slightly raised his hand and used a bit of spiritual power to pull the two back to the treetop.

Zhu Pingfang held the jade tablet tightly in his arms, gripped his pen, stared wide-eyed with lingering fear, his mouth unconsciously agape, and was covered in cold sweat.

Look up.

"This……"

But the thousand-mile-long demonic cloud that shrouded Dongyuan Sect was split in two by a single sword strike. The aftershocks of the sword energy lingered and did not dissipate, illuminating Dongyuan Sect, Yanran Mountain Range, and Lingyuan Marsh as bright as day.

"How can this be……"

He only used one sword.

Nine Nascent Soul cultivators, and not even a single Divine Infant escaped...

"elder brother……"

Zhu Lifang's eyes widened, and he subconsciously looked at his brother. Seeing that he was equally surprised, he swallowed hard.

The two of them immediately looked up at their master.

"..."

Di Zi San Jiu remained silent, and the mask he wore prevented the Zhu brothers from seeing his expression.

However, his arms were crossed and his hands were trembling slightly, which betrayed him.

Is this really the power that a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage can possess?

Unbelievable.

He was reincarnated with only the cultivation level of the early Nascent Soul stage. Moreover, according to the intelligence retrieved from the secret archives before his departure, although Chen Linyuan had entered the ranks when he condensed his core, it was only the third rank.

It's hard to imagine what life was like when Zheng Zushang was still alive tens of thousands of years ago.

Of course, the current state of cultivation in the human realm is extremely low, and a third-grade Golden Core is still the highest one in the Central Region.

"..."

He let out a long breath and said, "Don't forget to write it down."

"what……"

Zhu Pingfang was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening. He took out his pen, calmed himself down, and continued writing.

The summit of Fuyu Peak.

“Ugh…” Lu Zhe’s hair stood on end at this moment.

This is the instinctive awe of the power of heaven and earth inherent in the bloodline of demonic beasts and spirits.

Although he has been designated as one of the three great domain lords of the mountains and seas, he currently only has the cultivation level of the late fourth stage.

Put yourself in their shoes; with your small frame, you simply couldn't withstand that sword strike.

He turned to look at Elder Shen, but found that he didn't react much.

"Elder Shen, did you foresee this all along?"

Lu Zhe stretched out his large tiger paw and touched his chest, as if to soothe his heart and calm his emotions.

"Whether it was expected or not, there's really no difference."

"What do you mean?" Shen's words confused Lu Zhe: "I'm stupid."

"Actually, from the very beginning, there were only two possible outcomes."

"Either Chen Linyuan will drag things out until his old destiny is completely exhausted, and then he will be crushed to death by the demonic cultivators."

"Or, before you die, you'll fight to the death and drag a few people down with you."

Shen scoffed: "That's how all sword cultivators are; they only go to extremes."

Scary.

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhe fell silent. This senior Shen had previously cultivated under the Sword Sect founded by Zheng Zu.

What he said is probably correct.

The old man suddenly changed the subject: "However, after this sword strike, I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but this time Lu Zhe understood.

Suddenly, the mirage stood up and turned to leave.

"Huh? Elder Shen, are you leaving now?"

“Let’s go,” Shen said. “I’m just here to see Chen Linyuan. The destiny of Heaven doesn’t just fall on your head because you’re here.”

"Woo..."

Lu Zhe muttered to himself, and his massive body rose to his feet, leaving Fuyu Peak.

……

Inside the Dongyuan Sect, all was quiet.

what happened?
The foundation of the Dongyuan Sect was really too weak; they didn't even have a Golden Core cultivator. In fact, no one knew exactly what had happened.

It's even impossible to determine who wielded the sword.

Those cultivators who had witnessed the sect leader's actions before vaguely connected it to the sect leader.

Furthermore, with the demonic clouds that had been trapping the mountain gate dissipating, a seemingly unrealistic idea began to linger in everyone's minds.

We looked at each other, staring at each other blankly, but no one made a move.

The remaining demonic cultivators on the battlefield were terrified and filled with disbelief upon seeing this.

There was no longer any desire to stay here.

Fortunately, the Nascent Soul cultivator perished, the demonic clouds dissipated, and the trapping formation naturally vanished as well. The demonic cultivators fled in panic.

Song Yan stared blankly at the scene before suddenly snapping out of her daze.

He had no time to spare and immediately used the Void Travel Technique to fly towards the forbidden area.

The sect leader isn't dead?!
Song Yan was shocked. This sword strike was definitely not something a Golden Core Realm sword cultivator could wield!

He didn't know what had happened in the forbidden area, but the demonic clouds had all disappeared, and under the gaze of the Void Sword Eye, the forbidden area no longer had the soaring demonic energy, and the aura of the nine Demonic Ruins Nascent Souls had vanished.

Could it be that the sect leader is a Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator hiding his true abilities?!
He wants to go and see it now.

Song Yan's escape light was like a special signal.

In everyone's heart, that faint, sliver of hope suddenly began to grow.

"Did the sect leader kill all those demonic cultivators?!"

It was unclear which impatient cultivator was the first to shout at the top of their lungs.

"We survived?"

This sentence, like a boulder crashing into a calm lake, shattered the previous stillness.

After a brief period of confusion, came a wave of overwhelming joy.

Aftermath.

Luo Xiaming and Zhang Guangyuan, seeing Song Yan's disappearing light, immediately understood what was happening. They dragged their weary bodies into the air and flew towards the forbidden area.

The fourth, the fifth...

Throughout the entire Dongyuan Sect, countless streams of light soared into the sky, converging towards the forbidden area.

The surviving Qi Refining stage cultivators, or those who were too weak to fly on their swords, stumbled and ran, supporting each other as they converged on the valley.

Forbidden Valley.

The once tranquil place is now unrecognizable, with collapsed mountain walls, cracked ground, and filth mixed with blood.

However, beneath the deepest part of the stone wall, the blue stone tombstone and the pear tree in full bloom beside it remained intact.

That somewhat thin figure was sitting cross-legged in front of the blue stone tablet, his eyes lowered.

The crowd lowered their spiritual light and descended, and more and more disciples arrived at the scene.

In no time, the area was completely surrounded.

For a moment, no one spoke, but Zhang Guangyuan was the first to step forward.

"metropolitan!"

Chen Linyuan stood with his back to the crowd, his blue robe stained with dust.

He was slightly hunched over, his breath weakening rapidly; that last sword strike had exhausted the last glimmer of his life.

He didn't move, but slowly turned his face.

Seeing the throngs of people arriving, seeing those familiar faces, a mix of emotions welled up inside me: ecstasy, excitement, sorrow, and exhaustion...

There are also many young faces that shouldn't be here.

Chen Linyuan's gaze swept across the crowd, landing on the elders at the front. "Elder Zhang, Elder Luo... everyone."

"Why are they all still here?"

Chen Linyuan chuckled, "There are still so many people who haven't left..."

"Elder Luo, come here."

He suddenly raised his hand and beckoned to Luo Xiaming.

Old Zhang Luo was a little puzzled, but he still slowly walked forward. Before he had taken more than a few steps, a token slowly floated towards him.

He instinctively reached out to take it.

The token is made of gold and jade, and the words "Dongyuan" are engraved on it.

"The Sect Master's Decree?!"

Luo Xiaming was somewhat bewildered.

"Haha, my time is up. I'm afraid I won't be able to say more than a few words before I pass away."

Chen Linyuan laughed and said, "It would be best to hand the sect over to you as soon as possible."

In fact, many of the higher-ups in the Dongyuan Sect occasionally speculate about who will be the next sect leader.

They were nothing more than three younger peak masters and elders who were on track to reach the Golden Core stage.

Luo Xiaming, Wang Lin, and the original Qin Xijun.

Next up is the sect leader's only disciple, Xu Ziqing.

At this moment, no one was surprised that the sect leader's token was handed to Luo Xiaming.

"Elder Zhang and Elder Huang are getting on in years. They should relax and retire."

"Heh heh... cough cough cough..."

Zhang Guangyuan laughed, and coughed up several mouthfuls of stagnant blood.

“Sect Master, please don’t talk nonsense,” said Huang Manming, the Peak Master of Lianyou Peak, feigning anger. “I’m still very young.”

"Then I'll let you be it?"

"I don't want to." As if she had expected the sect leader to say this, she answered without hesitation.

Chen Linyuan smiled gently.

Huang Manming is still very young, only a little over 120 years old. She was brought back to the sect when he was traveling in the Chu Kingdom.

Before I knew it, I was already this old.

Chen Linyuan raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the faces of each cultivator.

Many of them were seeing the sect leader in person for the first time outside the Ancestral Hall.

Chen Linyuan spoke: "Fellow Daoists."

"Chen is a complete scoundrel, arrogant and conceited throughout his life. He has never asked anyone for a favor, nor has he ever thanked anyone..."

"My lifespan has come to an end today, so I will now hand over the Dongyuan Sect to you all."

Mr. Chen was extremely grateful.

"Sect Master..." The elders seemed to want to say something more, but Chen Linyuan waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say more.

Instead, they looked in another direction within the crowd.

He said with a smile, "Junior Brother Liu, since you're here, why don't you come out and greet me?"

"Hahahaha! Senior Brother's move just now was truly a celestial sword technique!"

From the crowd, a strange young man came laughing loudly, and the many cultivators parted to make way for him.

This person was dressed in a martial arts robe and wore a bamboo hat.

It was Liu Tianfang from Junshan.

Behind him followed Yuanbao, who looked on with curiosity, but Lu Xuanling of the Daitian Prefecture was nowhere to be found.

Liu Tianfang took a wine gourd from his waist and tossed it casually toward Chen Linyuan.

"After more than three hundred years, my junior brother has finally gotten his wish and truly witnessed his senior brother's demeanor."

Having said that, he looked up at the sky, where the sword energy lingered, and asked, "Senior brother, what is the name of that sword move just now?"

Chen Linyuan removed the bottle seal, tilted his head back and took a sip, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

This is the spirit fruit monkey wine personally brewed by Master Li Li Shenjun.

It tastes awful.

Chen Linyuan casually tossed the wine gourd back, and ultimately just shook his head.

"It doesn't have a name."

"It's just drawing a sword."

Liu Tianfang was slightly taken aback, then his expression became complicated.

"Senior Brother Chen, before leaving, Master gave me many instructions. As long as you ask, I will stay here to protect your disciples for a hundred years."

Yuanbao looked up at his master in surprise, but Liu Tianfang remained calm.

In fact, Lord Li Li never said any of this. They all thought that Chen Linyuan himself was in danger, and his disciples would naturally be unable to escape either, so they thought of protecting a few promising talents.

Unexpectedly, Chen Linyuan killed all the demonic cultivators with a single sword before his death, and most of the disciples who remained were still alive.

Liu Tianfang is a down-to-earth person. He is now a body cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage. He will spend the next hundred years refining his mind and body.

"That's not necessary."

Chen Linyuan shook his head slightly: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, hehe. Do you look down on my disciples and their descendants?"

"Uh..." Liu Tianfang was speechless for a moment.

"Don't worry, those old fogies may be eyeing us covetously, but they are mostly cowards." Chen Linyuan pointed to the sky: "The power of this sword strike is enough to allow Dongyuan Sect to develop peacefully and steadily in this Chu Kingdom for a hundred years."

"Furthermore, I, a dying man, have left a great gift for my disciples."

After saying that, he casually waved his hand, and the Qiankun bags scattered throughout the forbidden area flew over and landed in front of Luo Xiaming.

The spiritual materials of nine Nascent Soul Realm demonic cultivators!

He turned to look at Luo Xiaming: "Just tell everyone that I'm in seclusion. There's no need to close the mountain. Just do what you normally would. Don't skimp on these things."

"Yes, disciple will remember," Luo Xiaming replied.

"Within a hundred years, has no one under my tutelage reached the Core Formation stage?"

Chen Linyuan laughed and said, "Ziqing, did you hear that? Hurry up and form your core so you can go and cause trouble for those old dogs from the Xuan Yuan Sect... so I can have some peace of mind."

"Yes, Sect Master."

His gaze continued to sweep over the crowd: Wang Renming, Yu Nanxi, Song Zhenzong...

Ultimately, it all came down to Song Yan.

"You come."

Unexpectedly addressed by the sect leader, Song Yan stepped forward without hesitation: "Sect Leader."

"I remember you asked me a question before: how does a sword cultivator's sword intent form a supernatural power, right?"

Song Yan was slightly taken aback: "Yes."

That was a question he asked the sect leader when he was cultivating within the Lesser Heaven after the chaos of the Demon Ruins.

However, at that time, the sect leader's answer was that he did not know and there was no such saying.

"There's something I need to correct you on."

"Supernatural power is just supernatural power, and sword intent is just sword intent."

"It's not that sword intent can ultimately form supernatural powers, but rather that only cultivators who have comprehended supernatural powers are worthy of competing with the sword intent of us sword cultivators."

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Song Yan was somewhat surprised, then nodded.

"However, most senior sword cultivators find it troublesome and are too lazy to give the effects of sword intent a name, so they simply call it sword dao divine power."

Chen Linyuan glanced at the Endless Treasury behind Song Yan and smiled gently.

"It's quite a coincidence that you and I are both successors of the Sword Sect and disciples of mine..."

Song Yan was startled, wondering how the sect leader had figured out his identity.

Chen Linyuan ignored his doubts and, with a flick of his hand, produced an ancient flying sword that hovered in front of him.

"I will give you this flying sword."

(End of this chapter)