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Chapter 99 Tai Xuan Sword Qi (1010)

"Father."

In the backyard, Shen Wenyan stood in the yard wearing a bathrobe. Noticing Shen Yuan standing outside the door with his hands in his pockets, he called out softly and went to greet him.

Shen Yuan frowned and glanced at him.

"Why are you standing in the courtyard like this so early in the morning?"

Shen Wenyan didn't bother to explain and said with a happy expression, "Father, I have understood the Tao that the Master spoke of."

Although Shen Yuan already knew, he remained silent.

"The idea that literature should convey the Way is wrong; the Master was right."

"My son has finally caught up with the Master and can now walk alongside him."

Hearing his inexplicable words, Shen Yuan frowned.

"Master Lu also comprehended this path?"

Shen Wenyan nodded slightly: "Master had already figured it out some time ago, and he is now able to use it to speak."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuan became even more confused.

The divination clearly indicates that his son, Shen Wenyan, is likely to become the founder of the Way of Literature. Why did Master Lu comprehend this Way before him?
Could this be the reason for the unusual divination results last night?

Having received Shen Wenyan's insights during his breakthrough, he also understood just how difficult the path of this so-called Path of Literary Mind truly was.

However, the road ahead is fraught with thorns, but the two of them took the first step and will surely become saints who will be remembered in history.

"Since that's the case, you should focus on your cultivation. Your father and your elder brother will take care of things at home."

After Shen Yuan finished speaking, he turned and left.

In the days that followed, everything at home went smoothly.

After several days of selection, Hu Yufen finally chose five suitable maids and servants.

The floating building in the Blackwater Pool has also been completed.

The eldest son, Shen Wenxing, and his daughter, Shen Wenping, have been busy with their shop in Yunshui Town lately.

In his spare time, Shen Yuan would either teach his grandson Shen Chongming or brew wine.

Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

As time passed, the chaotic situation in Yangnao Land caused by the intervention of the Immortal Sect gradually stabilized.

Danzhou, Qiyun Valley.

In a bamboo forest in the mountains, a young man sat cross-legged, surrounded by bamboo leaves that rustled as if they were sharp little swords easily tearing through the air.

These bamboo leaves intertwine and weave, yet do not disturb each other.

As Shen Wen'an brought his sword fingers together, the bamboo leaves around him quickly gathered at his fingertips, forming a three-foot-long sword!
The longsword's edge was clearly visible, and a pale blue aura swirled around it.

Shen Wen'an glanced at the bamboo leaf sword at his fingertips, then flicked his wrist, causing the bamboo leaves to fall gracefully after they were freed from their restraints.

"Finally, I've managed to cultivate a wisp of Tai Xuan Sword Qi..."

He muttered to himself, a cold glint that he himself didn't even notice flashing in his eyes, and slowly stood up and walked down the mountain.

Inside the Hidden Cloud Courtyard.

As soon as Shen Wen'an stepped into the courtyard, a slightly authoritative voice came from the left.

"came back?"

Shen Wen'an stopped in his tracks, turned around to look at Pei Zhao, who was holding a book in the pavilion, and bowed, saying:

"Master."

Pei Zhao snorted and walked over slowly: "I just came out of seclusion and heard from your senior brother that you plan to give up your previous cultivation method?"

Shen Wen'an cupped his hands and said, "Disciple already has the Tai Xuan Sword Scripture, so the Golden Light Technique is no longer suitable."

The Golden Light Technique was the Qi cultivation method he chose when he first joined the Hidden Cloud Academy.

I've been practicing for the past two years as well.

But ever since he obtained the Tai Xuan Sword Scripture in Qishan Market, he has devoted himself to it and gradually neglected the Golden Light Technique.

"The villain!"

Pei Zhao said with displeasure, "Don't think that just because you've got a connection with Sword Immortal Ling Shan, your master won't dare to discipline you!"

"From the moment you became my disciple, you were my student."

"Now that you've abandoned the sect's cultivation methods, is your next step to disown me as your master and betray Qiyun Valley?!"

Despite Pei Zhao's stern rebuke, Shen Wen'an remained expressionless.

"I never thought of that."

“Even if my disciple is practicing the sword manual, I am still my master.”

“If Qiyun Valley does not expel me from the sect, I will not betray Qiyun Valley.”

Upon hearing these words, Pei Zhao's expression became somewhat complicated.

He genuinely liked this apprentice.

He is persistent, diligent, and possesses an extremely pure heart seeking the truth.

Some of the higher-ups in Qiyun Valley have long held reservations about his neglect of alchemy and array formations, focusing instead on sword practice.

The disciples from other academies also regarded him as an oddball.

Pei Zhao didn't care much about this, and was even willing to buy him a sword cultivation method at the Qishan market.

However, since the incident involving the Sword Immortal Ling Shan, some negative comments have gradually emerged within the sect.

The rumors were that his disciple had climbed the ranks of the sword immortals of the Azure Vine Sword Pavilion and looked down on Qiyun Valley, and that he would one day betray Qiyun Valley and join the Azure Vine Sword Pavilion. These rumors intensified, and coupled with the fact that he had just emerged from seclusion when his eldest disciple told him that Shen Wen'an was planning to abandon the cultivation of the Golden Light Technique and devote himself entirely to the cultivation of the Tai Xuan Sword Scripture, Pei Zhao couldn't help but become suspicious.

After spending several years together, he had come to understand his apprentice's temperament.

Obsessed with swords, indifferent and aloof, he has no sense of belonging to the sect, and even feels no affection for his fellow disciples in the Hidden Cloud Academy.

Today's questioning is also to see what he really thinks.

Although at the beginning, he had considered sending Shen Wen'an to the Qingluo Sword Pavilion.

But that's just a thought.

The path of cultivation places the greatest importance on inheritance; those who betray their master will be despised by all cultivators in the world.

He liked Shen Wen'an and didn't want him to be ruined because of it.

"If Master has nothing else to attend to, I will return now."

Shen Wen'an cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Pei Zhao sighed deeply and took out two letters from his pocket.

"They've been holed up in the back mountains for over a year and still won't come down!"

"This is a letter your senior sister brought back for you!"

Shen Wen'an stopped in his tracks, and when he saw the two letters, a slight change appeared on his calm face.

Upon receiving the letter, he returned to his room and eagerly opened it.

"My sister-in-law has given birth to another son... Shen Chonghong..."

He put down the first letter and opened the second one.

After reading it, his expression turned somewhat strange: "Second Brother became a father too?"

"Shen Chongxuan?"

The sudden appearance of two nephews brought a touch of joy to his face.

Three years.

Three years have passed since I last followed Pei Zhao back to Yangnao.

The two letters also evoked his longing for his family.

Shen Wen'an silently put away the two letters from home, got up and pushed open the door, intending to tell Pei Zhao that he wanted to go home for a visit.

However, after searching the entire Hidden Cloud Courtyard, they could not find any trace of Pei Zhao.

Without the slightest hesitation, he returned to his room, picked up his pen and wrote a letter, leaving it in the pavilion, before heading towards the gate of Qiyun Valley.

Outside Qiyun Valley, several disciples guarding the mountain gate looked at Shen Wen'an with strange expressions and pointed at each other, seemingly talking about something.

Shen Wen'an walked straight outside without expression.

"Junior Brother Shen, please wait."

Seeing him like this, one of the middle-aged disciples quickly reached out to stop him.

"Junior Brother Shen, are you going out?"

Shen Wen'an remained silent.

Upon seeing this, the man asked with displeasure, "Do you have a written order from the academy master?"

Seeing that he still did not answer, the middle-aged disciple said coldly, "Without the academy master's written order, we cannot let you out."

Shen Wen'an frowned slightly.

Although he doesn't often walk around within the sect, he is still familiar with the sect's rules.

When did it become necessary for the abbot's handwritten order to leave the mountain gate?

Is this person deliberately making things difficult for me?

Too lazy to pay attention to the other person, Shen Wen'an tried to walk around him and leave directly.

"Junior brother wants to force his way in!?"

"Then don't blame us for disciplining you properly on behalf of Dean Pei."

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged disciple's face darkened.

The other disciples nearby also drew their swords and surrounded them in an instant!

Upon seeing this, a flash of azure Tai Xuan sword energy appeared in Shen Wen'an's eyes, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

However, the middle-aged disciple did not notice any of this, and was still happy that he could openly teach the disciples of Yinyun Academy a lesson.

He thrust his long sword straight at Shen Wen'an's face, thinking about how he would humiliate him later.

Clang!
A crisp sound rang out, and Shen Wen'an pointed his sword. A sword beam knocked the longsword out of the middle-aged disciple's hand, leaving a shallow wound on his cheek!

The middle-aged disciple stumbled backward, noticing a burning pain on his face. He reached up and touched it, only to find that he was bleeding.

A dignified Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator, who even attacked first, had his weapon knocked away by a Qi Refining Stage 3 cultivator, and was even left with a wound on his face.

As the middle-aged disciple was enraged, a hint of murderous intent flashed through his mind.

"What are you standing there for? Attack together!"

"Abandoned him!"

At his shout, several disciples hesitated for a moment before rushing forward!
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Oops! Oops! I edited this chapter on Orange Melon, but I forgot to change the drafts, which is why the updated version has problems!
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