From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 127 Personally Visiting the True Yang
"My God, am I seeing things? The sect leader fell from the sky?"

"What kind of light-footed skill is that?"

"That divine eagle is real; it's even bigger than the stone statue at the foot of the mountain!"

"Even if you jumped off the back of an eagle, how much skill would you need to deflect the force from that height?"

"As expected of the sect leader, his lightness skill alone is enough to win."

Hearing the gasps from below the stage and looking at Li Qingqiu standing on the hilt of the sword, Shen Yue remained calm, but his heart was far from at peace.

He was equally startled and couldn't understand how Li Qingqiu had done it.

Is this the power of the advanced level of the Hunyuan Scripture?
Although Shen Yue couldn't understand it, he was captivated by it.

He raised his right hand, extended two fingers, and sword energy condensed at his fingertips. As the sword energy took shape, everyone around the arena fell silent upon seeing his movement, holding their breath and concentrating. Even the high-ranking officials who were talking with Zhang Yuchun stopped and waited for this epic battle to unfold.

Given Shen Yue and Li Qingqiu's reputations, a duel between them in the martial arts world would attract martial artists from all over to watch.

Shen Yue noticed that the Rainbow Sword under Li Qingqiu's feet did not touch the table surface; it only appeared to be standing on the table, but there was actually a two-centimeter gap between them. This made him even more shocked by Li Qingqiu's strength.

Before they even started fighting, he already felt like he had lost.

Li Qingqiu took a step forward, landing on the ground. He gripped the hilt of the Tianhong Sword with a backhand, raised the sword, and pointed it at Shen Yue, saying, "Let's decide the outcome in one move, shall we?"

Shen Yue raised his sword aura, as if holding a sharp sword with its edge fully extended, and said, "Just what I wanted."

As soon as he finished speaking, sword energy gathered around him and spread rapidly. In less than three breaths, hundreds of sword shadows appeared around him, all pointing at Li Qingqiu.

This scene caused a stir among the people around the arena, with many rubbing their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.

The fifty disciples of the Sword Sect all had their eyes light up and were excited.

Xu Ning was equally surprised as she looked at Shen Yue's Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin. She could feel that those sword shadows were not only tangible, but also contained unique sword intent, making them seem like real swords suspended in the air.

She had to admit that she couldn't achieve such skill.

Xue Jin was equally ashamed of his inferiority, and his desire for swordsmanship was rekindled.

Zhao Zhen seemed to be deep in thought. He raised his right hand and waved it within a small range, as if he were practicing a sword move.

Li Sifeng subconsciously gripped the Emperor Xuan Sword at his waist. He could feel the sword spirit's excitement, which made him very uncomfortable. He knew very well that if he hadn't obtained the Emperor Xuan Sword first, the most suitable owner for it would have been Shen Yue.

Li Qingqiu was surprised to see Shen Yue's Ten Thousand Swords Return to One. He exclaimed, "As expected of the Sword God, your comprehension of swordsmanship is truly the best in the world."

"I am the best in the world if I beat you."

Shen Yue said with a serious expression, his sword intent erupting completely, stirring up a powerful gust of wind that caused the surrounding disciples to instinctively retreat, forming a spectacular wave of people.

"bring it on."

Li Qingqiu spoke, his expression turning cold and stern. His gaze made Shen Yue's heart skip a beat, as if his swordsmanship had been seen through.

Without wasting words, Shen Yue swung his sword, unleashing hundreds of sword shadows that roared with the sound of wind and thunder as they all attacked Li Qingqiu. The combined aura was terrifying, making the disciples in the front row feel suffocated.

Li Qingqiu made a move!
All anyone saw was him suddenly disappear, and then a sword light tore apart Shen Yue's vast sword shadow.

Shen Yue's white hair was lifted, and he blinked subconsciously. When he opened his eyes again, a shadow appeared in his pupils. He saw the tip of the Tianhong Sword pressed against his face, less than three centimeters from his nose.

quiet!
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the two of them.

The disciples and pilgrims standing opposite Shen Yue saw the trees on another mountain behind him shaking violently, which was exactly in the direction Li Qingqiu was pointing his sword, at least two hundred feet away.

Xu Ning looked closely and saw that there were remnants of lightning on the platform behind Li Qingqiu, and footprints beneath the lightning.

Thunderclap Step!
She was secretly shocked. The Thunder Step had such a miraculous effect. She also knew the Thunder Step, but since she mastered it, she had not continued to study it. Compared with her master's Thunder Step, she was far inferior.

Li Qingqiu stared at Shen Yue and said, "In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken."

Shen Yue's pupils dilated, and his expression changed slightly.

Li Qingqiu's words were clearly heard by all the spectators, even the disciples in the distant woods. No one realized anything was wrong; they were all shocked by Li Qingqiu's power.

One sword strike breaks the swordsmanship of the Sword God!

Judging from their distance, the Sword God would most likely be dead in actual combat!

"Speed ​​is the only way to win..."

Shen Yue muttered to himself, feeling a sense of sudden enlightenment.

His sword was once very fast, but when no one was faster than him, he gradually stopped caring about speed and began to pursue more profound sword techniques.

He has now neglected the sword itself and is focusing more on cultivating his inner energy.

Can someone like him be considered a sword god?
Li Qingqiu sheathed his sword, putting the Tianhong Sword back into its scabbard at his waist. He turned to look at the many disciples below the stage, and everyone who was swept by his gaze felt their heart race.

"I often think about how Qingxiao Sect's martial arts differ from those of other sects. I already have the answer, and I hope you can also figure out your own answer."

Li Qingqiu spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but every word clearly reached the disciples' ears.

"The world is in chaos now, and evil is rampant. Many disciples are asking, if evil cannot prevail over good, when will good be able to prevail over evil?"

When Li Qingqiu said this, all the disciples began to breathe rapidly, and even the worshippers realized what Li Qingqiu was about to say.

Are Qingxiao Sect members going down the mountain again?
Zhang Yuchun, Zhu Yan, Zhang Yu, and the others frowned, but at this critical moment, they dared not and could not speak to dissuade Li Qingqiu. Li Qingqiu continued, "The calamity has come, and everyone has a responsibility to fight against it. Qingxiao Sect is no exception. Even if the emperor has mastered evil arts and has countless demonic soldiers, we cannot be afraid. It's just that you are too young, and I can't bear to let you be in danger."

"The future belongs to you. Sooner or later, you will be the ones to shoulder this responsibility. For now, I will take on this responsibility alone. I will personally go to Zhenyang to slay the Demon Emperor and wipe out the demon army. As for you, continue to practice your skills and build up your sect to prepare for the future calamity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Rainbow Sword was drawn, its light flashing on everyone's faces. Under everyone's gaze, the Rainbow Sword circled around Li Qingqiu rapidly, its sword energy rising from beneath his feet, causing his feet to slowly lift off the ground.

Upon seeing Li Qingqiu take flight, the high-ranking members of the Qingxiao Sect snapped out of their daze.

"Senior Brother! You mustn't!"

"Master!"

"Sect Master, what are you trying to do?"

"The entire Qingxiao Sect should stand together in solidarity. We urge the Sect Master to reconsider!"

One by one, the high-ranking members of the Qingxiao Sect leaped onto the martial arts arena, urgently offering their advice. Upon hearing Li Qingqiu's words, Shen Yue's expression turned complicated. He realized that Li Qingqiu's true strength lay not in his martial arts skills, but in his magnanimity.

Li Qingqiu, who was already nearly ten feet above the platform, said expressionlessly, "My departure may not bring peace to the world, but the emperor will surely die."

"I will return in three days at the latest."

After saying that, Li Qingqiu suddenly looked up, and the Tianhong Sword beside him suddenly flew upwards. The sword energy carried him into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Afterwards, the disciples and pilgrims of Qingxiao Sect saw the giant black eagle circling high in the sky flap its wings and fly away into the distance, quickly disappearing into the horizon.

boom!
A deafening clamor erupted around the martial arts arena. Some were excited, some were anxious, and some were worried. Li Qingqiu's words, "But the emperor must die," deeply resonated with everyone.

What kind of confidence is this?
Looking up at the horizon, Zhang Yu exclaimed sincerely, "Truly a sword immortal!"

Not only is Li Qingqiu's heroic spirit awe-inspiring, but his martial arts skills are also unbelievable. Even his true disciples cannot understand what kind of martial arts he uses.

In just three days, the sect leader will be able to go to Zhenyang Imperial City to kill the emperor and return in one trip.
Those from aristocratic families were also stunned. They did not question him, but instead felt anticipation and excitement, because Li Qingqiu's elegant and ethereal departure was enough to inspire their confidence in him.

"Sister, am I dreaming? Did you see that? The sect leader actually flew away! He flew away! Try hitting me now!"

Cheng San stood beside Cheng Xiu, extremely excited, and even jumped up and down.

Cheng Xiu was somewhat dazed and did not answer him. She just stared blankly at the horizon. There were quite a few disciples in the same state as her.

At this moment, more and more disciples began to believe a saying circulating in the sect.

That means the Qingxiao Sect doesn't pass down martial arts, but rather immortal techniques!

……

The light of dusk shone into the Qianwu Hall, where a large cauldron stood, and inside the cauldron sat a person in meditation, none other than Zhao Zhi.

Cascading hot steam billowed from the cauldron, scalding Zhao Zhi's bare upper body until it turned bright red. His brows were furrowed, clearly indicating that he was enduring some kind of pain, and a ghostly figure could be seen faintly above his head.

Xuan Gong stood before the cauldron with a white-robed Taoist priest dressed in black. This white-robed Taoist priest was Master Jiang, with white hair and a face that looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He held a whisk in his hand and had a gourd hanging from his waist.

"How much longer do we need to refine it?" Xuan Gong asked, his tone somber.

Master Jiang remained indifferent, his gaze fixed on Zhao Zhi inside the cauldron. He said, "He can leave the cauldron at any time, but his primordial spirit is injured. It's best for him to recuperate, otherwise he may easily suffer from qi deviation in the future."

"Primordial spirit?" Xuan Gong asked in surprise.

Master Jiang sighed, "I had long heard that Fengxia Mountain knew ancient and strange arts, but I never thought it was true. If it weren't for Master Xuan's timely intervention, His Majesty would probably have really died at that person's hands."

Xuan Gong recalled the previous scene and felt a chill run down his spine. He had never heard of Bai Shu Dao Ren's methods before, and he suddenly realized that the world was not as simple as he had thought.

The Qingxiao Sect alone was enough to keep him in suspense, and now there's another one, Fengxia Mountain.

Can he really restore the Great Wei?
Just as Xuan Gong was feeling confused, a guard from the Imperial Guard quickly entered the hall, knelt down beside Xuan Gong, and presented him with a letter pierced by a wooden branch.

Xuan Gong took the letter and asked, "Where did it come from?"

"Shot from outside the city."

"Outside the city?"

Xuan Gong was puzzled. He immediately unfolded the letter, and soon his pupils trembled, and his hand holding the letter was shaking. It was unclear whether it was from anger or something else.

Master Jiang noticed his unusual behavior and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xuan Gong said in a deep voice, "Li Qingqiu, the sect leader of Qingxiao Sect, has arrived. He said that he will break into Zhenyang Imperial City alone at dawn tomorrow and kill... His Majesty. Anyone who dares to stop him will die."

Upon hearing this, Master Jiang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He sneered contemptuously, "This man is truly arrogant to the extreme. He dares to break into Zhenyang all by himself and even wants to kill His Majesty? I'd like to see if he dares to come!"

Xuan Gong took a deep breath and said, "Celestial Master, you stay here and wait. I'll go down and make the arrangements!"

Having said that, he turned and left, burning the letter in his hand to ashes, with the Imperial Guards who had delivered the message following closely behind.

Master Jiang looked at Zhao Zhi in the cauldron and laughed, "Your Majesty, did you hear that? Someone wants to kill you. It's the Qingxiao Sect Master you wanted to get rid of before."

What he didn't notice was that a figure stepped out from the top of a large pillar in the corner of the hall. It was a boy, only his upper body was visible, staring at him coldly.

　Fourth update!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)