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Chapter 277 Sky Full of Colors (5k)

In the past, when Li Shiyi went south to deliver the sword, a great calamity occurred. Once the news spread, sword cultivators from all over the world flocked to him.

What they sought was not personal achievement, but only to rebuild the spine of the sword cultivators that had been broken in the past—but it was precisely because of this solitary courage that almost all the sword cultivators who went south in the past died.

The countless natal swords left behind by those martyred sword cultivators have transformed into this sword tomb, hidden from the world and little known to most.

When the curtain of this great world was forcibly pried open, the sword tomb, which contained many immortal swords, naturally attracted famous immortals to come and survey the surroundings.

These immortals have gathered here for only one purpose—to seize the immortal sword!
To achieve this goal, they spared no effort, poured in massive resources, laid out layers of backup plans, and proceeded step by step, all in the hope of a steady and decisive victory.

Unexpectedly, before they could even unleash their long-planned schemes, they stumbled upon a terrifying scene that would chill them to the bone: the immortal swords that were originally scattered across the wilderness, buried deep in the cold earth, or hidden in the towering mountains.

They suddenly broke free from their silence, emitting a deafening buzz, as if they might escape at any moment!

Therefore, each family used all available means to hurriedly inform the people behind them.

This matter is far more serious than they can decide. The slightest mistake could lead to total defeat, and even the foundation built up by the sect would be destroyed. They have no time to hesitate.

But no one expected the change to come so suddenly. Their messages had barely been sent out, and before any instructions could be received from the Ancestral Hall, a chilling pressure suddenly enveloped the entire area—it was too late!
The natal immortal sword, which had been tightly guarded by everyone with magic and restrictions, broke free from all restraints in an instant!
First, a buzzing sound resounded, and then the layers of restrictions that had been placed around the immortal swords they had chosen to suppress them turned to ashes in an instant, just like a thin sheet of paper under a raging fire.

It can be said that it couldn't even hold out for half a breath!

Finally, hundreds of immortal swords broke free from the earth's veins and emerged from the ground. The various colored lights bursting from the swords soared into the sky, like a sword pillar connecting heaven and earth, dyeing the entire sky of the sword mound with brilliance.

Such a scene left the mortals, who had been stunned by the earth-shattering sword fight, speechless.

The various immortals weren't much better off either.

Because they couldn't understand why their carefully laid out layers of restrictions were so easily broken.

It's important to know that their plan, from the very beginning, was designed to ensure that the sword they had their eye on would not get away.

But now.
This is completely different from the initial estimates.

Therefore, the problem must have occurred in an area that was not observed.

So what exactly is it?
Without prior arrangement, they all recalled the sword fight they had just witnessed, as well as the teacher from the Biyong Academy they had mentioned earlier.

Their initial estimate was absolutely correct; they've been practicing for many years, they're not just sitting around doing nothing.

That level of insight is absolutely crucial; even if we were to assume we were wrong, it wouldn't be this egregious!
Therefore, it must have been this Confucian scholar who did something!
But then, what is this Confucian scholar's level of cultivation? Or did he come with some powerful weapon?

Watching the immortal swords break free from the towering sword pillar and fly towards all corners of the world, trailing streams of multicolored light, the accompanying disciples could no longer contain themselves and eagerly pressed for answers:
"Uncle-Master! Why didn't you intervene? Even if you couldn't stop the one you initially set your sights on, you could at least have kept a few. You wouldn't have ended up losing everything!"

Upon hearing this, the elders all shook their heads and sighed solemnly, their voices heavy: "We can't stop them, and we shouldn't stop them."

"Why is this happening?" The disciples were completely dumbfounded, staring at the countless flying immortal swords, their faces filled with disbelief.

With so many destined immortal swords slipping away right before our eyes, how can we say we "couldn't stop them"?
Before the elders could explain further, a figure suddenly burst forth from the mountains to the side, his toes treading on the clouds as he soared towards the sky. It was a rogue cultivator who was unaware of his own strength. Seeing the immortal swords scattered, he tried to take advantage of the chaos, his five fingers forming claws as he tried to grab an immortal sword that had just broken free from the sword pillar.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the sword, a sudden change occurred!

The towering sword pillar, radiating sword energy, instantly locked onto his figure.

The next second, endless sword energy pierced through his limbs and bones, leaving the cultivator no time to even let out a scream before he turned into a cloud of scarlet blood mist in mid-air and vanished without a trace.

The immortal sword he wanted to take was only momentarily delayed by the aftershocks of the sword energy before continuing to fly away into the distance, enveloped in a stream of light.

Before the blood mist in the air had dissipated, the disciples who had been anxious earlier fell silent, and not one of them dared to utter a single question.

At this moment, the elders, with their deeper cultivation and broader perspectives, slowly raised their eyes to gaze at the sword pillar that still exuded boundless pressure, and the fading afterimages of immortal swords, and murmured:

"Now you should understand, whoever dares to make a move at this moment is going against these hundreds of immortal swords, and even more so, fighting to the death against the spirit left behind by the thousands of sword cultivators who died for their cause in the past. Tell me, in this world, who can win?"

Are the three religions in a position of great power?
Such a formation even contained the residual energy left behind by a peak sword cultivator like Li Shiyi.

Even those high-ranking immortals from the three religions would have to shake their heads if they came!

"It won't work, it won't work!"

Despite numerous investments and meticulous calculations, it all came to nothing in the end.

It was only at this moment that they understood why the Confucian Temple remained unmoved despite the presence of such important immortal swords as the 'Benevolent Sword' and the 'Cauldron Sword'.

Previously, I thought that the Confucian Temple was trapped by the law and could not extricate itself.

Looking back now, I guess the officials at the Confucian Temple had already decided on this day, so they were just waiting for it to happen.

Only then did they send that teacher from the Biyong Academy to finish things up.

Therefore, all these changes must be related to that gentleman.

They felt stifled, but dared not act rashly, and could only stand there and sigh to the heavens.

At the same time, they were also curious about who that gentleman was.
Most people know the famous deities of the three religions, but this one doesn't seem to have a specific origin.
And how exactly did he manage to do that?
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Standing amidst the mountains and fields, Du Yuan, supporting the 'ash' she had just pulled from the stubborn rock, also watched this scene in amazement:
"What a spectacular sight! What a commotion!"

The towering sword pillar and the countless immortal swords flying out from it—this scene is truly magnificent!
The man in black followed with a laugh:

"That's true, but in that case, those guys will probably have to slink away soon."

The problem of those guys causing trouble that I was worried about before has now been solved!
"Yes, what they sought is no longer attainable."

Du Yuan responded to his words, but her gaze swept past the sky full of sword light and landed on a young man not far behind her.

The boy was initially stunned by this astonishing scene, but soon he put down the ridge on his head and continued to carry his basket, burying himself in searching for medicine.

He might not even have realized that there were two other people standing not far away.

However, as they talked, the man in black robes said with some emotion:
"But with so many immortal swords, isn't it impossible to hold even one sword in this place?"

He knew that this matter depended on fate, but he did not expect that not only could the others not get a bite, but the people who were born and raised on the Sword Tomb could not get a bite either.

If this continues, wouldn't only this gentleman have taken one of the swords here, and it's hard to say whether it's even a celestial sword?
Based on his experience and observations, in this situation, the people in this place should at least have some food to hold onto.

At this point, Du Yuan smiled and said:
"Perhaps you just haven't seen it yet?"

"Oh, sir, do you have any insightful suggestions?"

The man in black asked the question, then fell silent, because he saw Du Yuan, supporting the heavy weapon, walk towards a herb gatherer nearby.

"Young man, such a magnificent sight in the sky, why not take a closer look? Such a splendid spectacle will likely be hard to come by again."

Upon hearing the sound, the boy hurriedly looked up and saw Du Yuan leaning against a rusty iron bar.

He felt that the man in front of him was different from the people he had met before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.

After a moment of bewilderment, he continued to answer, head down:
"I'm in a hurry to gather herbs, I really don't have time to look at these things."

"But is someone in your family seriously ill?"

The boy didn't even look up, but carefully identified the herbs he was looking for in the grass.

However, he also replied to Du Yuan's words:

"Yes, that's right. My mother is very ill, and the doctor prescribed medicine, which is very expensive. So I need to find more herbs to sell for money."

The man in black asked curiously:

"Since you're gathering herbs, why not find them yourself?"

The boy asked in an even stranger tone:

"Many medicinal herbs grow all over the country, how can you possibly find them all in one place?"

The man in black was stunned. He hadn't expected to be taught a lesson by a young man on such an obvious matter.

Du Yuan looked at his tiger's mouth, which was covered with calluses and new wounds.

Clearly, he has been working very hard these past few days to gather herbs.

"Where's your father?"

The boy looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old; it was hardly appropriate for him to be out here toiling alone. He paused for a moment, but only briefly, before continuing to gather herbs.
“My father passed away when I was young. He was very ill at the time, and I was the one who took care of him. But I was useless. Not only could I not go out to earn money to buy medicine, but I couldn’t even take good care of my father.”

"how do I say this?"

The boy continued to answer questions and continued to gather herbs, but both his voice and movements had noticeably slowed down.

"I couldn't stay awake in the middle of the night and fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I found that my father had passed away, but I was covered with his blanket."

The boy didn't say anything, but from then on, he became a light sleeper, easily awakened by the slightest noise.

Because he was afraid of it happening again, he was able to detect his mother's illness in time every time she had a nighttime attack.

Du Yuan was silent for a moment, then said:
"Feel sorry."

The boy's movements gradually returned to normal, and then he shook his head and said:
“You don’t need to apologize. I’m useless, and you don’t even know. So, could you please step aside? My father taught me when I was little that if someone asks me a question politely, I should answer it politely. But I can’t delay now. I only have my mother left, and I can’t lose her too.”

The immortal swords soaring through the sky remain majestic. But this has nothing to do with the boy on the ground.

Are there differences between immortals and mortals? It seems so, yet it also seems not.

However, Du Yuan was very fortunate. Although she had heard of misfortune today, she had also witnessed great fortune.

So he stepped forward, grabbed the young man, and said to him:
"Young man, you don't need to rush to gather herbs. Because the evil your mother has been afflicted with has been dealt with!"

The boy was immediately taken aback:
"My mother is clearly sick, why are you saying she's possessed?"

With a light laugh, Du Yuan plucked a wisp of writhing, dark energy from the boy's shoulder and said:
"It's not 'infected,' it's 'tainted.' Your vital energy is at its peak, yet your body is tainted by yin energy. Your mother has raised you alone all this time, and she must have been working hard for a long time, resulting in a deficiency of vital energy. Therefore, it is natural that you have been tainted by evil."

The young man was both shocked and frightened as he watched the black energy twisting in Du Yuan's hand.

No wonder so many doctors' prescriptions were completely ineffective!
It turned out to be this!
He hurriedly tried to kneel down before Du Yuan, but before he could actually kneel, Du Yuan stopped him and said:

"Young man, I know you want me to save your mother, but you don't need to beg me."

"Because you already have a way to save your mother!"

The boy asked, puzzled:
"Sir, I still don't understand. How do I have a way to save my mother?"

Du Yuan smiled and pointed to his basket on his back, saying:
"Don't you think your basket seems a little heavy?"

The boy, realizing something was wrong, hurriedly turned around. There, a sword with a hilt made entirely of beautiful jade, lay steadily in his basket!
"Sir, what... what is this?"

Du Yuan looked at him and the immortal sword and smiled:

"Young man, this immortal sword values ​​your filial piety, so she has chosen you as her new master! As long as you take this immortal sword back, your mother's illness will naturally be cured."

"Sir, you're not lying to me, are you?"

The boy didn't think Du Yuan would lie to him; he was just too scared.

Du Yuan smiled even more gently:
"Don't worry, I am a master, and also an immortal. I'm not lying!"

After bowing repeatedly to Du Yuan in great joy, the young man hurriedly and hastily carried the immortal sword towards his residence.

Watching the young man walk away into the distance.

Du Yuan stood still and said to the man in black:
"Isn't this one that's been grasped?"

The man in black nodded in agreement:
"Yes, I was too hasty and too blind."

As the two were talking, the cauldron sword beneath the gourd's mouth suddenly shot up from the ground.

Along with the scattered 'lotuses' and 'following the trend'...

They also flew out and landed on top of Du Yuan's head.

After hovering for a moment, the three immortal swords dispersed in different directions.

“Sir, you really should take that cauldron sword. Even if you don’t use it, just having it is excellent.”

Whether it's 'Lotus,' 'Going with the Flow,' or even his 'Spring Breeze,' none of them can compare to this cauldron sword.

There is more than one Dingjian, but this is the first Dingjian to achieve unification.

Its inner meaning is truly extraordinary. Du Yuan simply held onto her 'ash' and said:

"I already have the sword that suits my taste best, so I don't need to look at the others."

As Du Yuan stroked the hilt of the sword, she realized that it was only this short distance away.

Much of the rust on the hilt has been removed, although it is still quite noticeable, at least it's no longer sharp.
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Near the small village next to the cauldron sword, the old beggar returned after hearing Du Yuan's words.

After careful arrangements, he successfully accepted Xiao Yuanyuan as his disciple.

Now, he was respectfully invited by the villagers to take the seat of honor in the ancestral hall.

The villagers gazed in awe at the countless sword lights in the sky, while secretly eyeing the old beggar with longing.

While the adults were still figuring out how to start the conversation, little Yuanyuan suddenly asked the old beggar a question:
"Am I really going to be your apprentice, Grandpa?"

The old beggar smiled and corrected him:
"Not a disciple, but a student!"

They may look the same, but they are actually quite different.

So the villagers breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts. Little Yuanyuan is finally going to make something of herself!
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Xiao Yuanyuan tilted her head, looked at the old beggar, and said:
"Master, should I change into some tattered clothes?"

The old beggar was taken aback and said:

"Why do you say that, my disciple? You are my disciple! The current head of Tianding Mountain, the senior sister! How could you change into such tattered clothes? Besides, how can a girl wear such things?"

"Don't worry, I'll get you a few, no, a dozen feather robes later! They're the ones the fairies wear in those stories!"

Little Yuan Yuan asked, increasingly puzzled:

"Huh? Master, isn't our Tianding Mountain the Beggars' Sect?"

"what?!"

The old beggar stood there completely stunned, while Xiao Yuanyuan seriously counted on her fingers and said:

"If you're the big beggar, then I'm the little beggar. So, aren't we the Beggar Clan?"

The old beggar was a little unsure how to respond, since, in the end, the problem lay with him.

But he also felt a little afraid to go back to the ancestral hall—
The outskirts of Kyoto stretch out into a vast plain. This plain allows Kyoto to sit back and watch out for any invading enemy.

It is also possible to draw the largest grassland and horse farm in the world directly from here.

The elite cavalry of the Emperor's Nine Guards all relied on this grassland for their horses!

Therefore, protecting this plain has always been a top priority.

Today, several patrolling riders suddenly spotted a wild horse that had entered their pasture without any markings.

In shock and anger, they all spurred their horses forward.

Upon arriving at their destination, the leader's expression changed drastically. He dismounted, knelt respectfully on the ground, and bowed, saying:

"Young Master Wang, you're back!"

The elegantly dressed young man didn't answer, but simply lay lazily on the grass and uttered a completely unrelated remark:
"Just looking at this place makes my hair stand on end; it's dangerous, extremely dangerous. But why am I actually happier the more dangerous it is? What do you think is the reason for that?"

The soldiers seemed to understand what he said, yet they also seemed not to.

After exchanging glances, they turned and said:
"Young master, why don't you come back to camp with us first and see your uncle? At the very least, please get up. This behavior is quite impolite!"

The elegantly dressed young man remained seated on the grass, his back to his donkey, and said with utter contentment:
"I feel great, leave me alone, I want to continue experiencing this dangerous safety!"

(End of this chapter)