Bearing the blue sky

Chapter 282 Lord of the Sword Pavilion

After passing the Shushan Sword Sect, you'll reach the Qingcheng Alchemy Sect.

Qingcheng Dan Dao is famous for its alchemy. Although its disciples are not good at fighting, they have extremely high attainments in alchemy.

The singer also has a few spiritual herbs obtained from the Red Rice Immortal's realm, which can be refined into pills by alchemists from Qingcheng Alchemy.

Incidentally, he also wanted to see the "dan shi" of Qingcheng Dan Dao.

When alchemy is refined to its highest level, one can also touch the threshold of "momentum".

Then comes the last major city in Shu (Sichuan) – Jin Guan City.

Jin Guan City is the prefectural capital of Shu, and its city lord is also the ruler of Shu, a powerful cultivator at the Fusion Realm who practices the Immortal Path.

Zhu Ge wanted to visit him and ask him some questions about cultivation.

After passing Chengdu, you leave the Shu region and enter the Qin region.

Qinjiang is also a sacred land of martial arts, with martial arts schools and sects everywhere, and geniuses as numerous as clouds and strong people as plentiful as rain.

Once we reach Qin territory, we expect to face many challenges.

"I'm afraid we'll be fighting quite a few battles along the way," Zhu Ge murmured.

"Fighting is great!" Liu Jianjian said excitedly. "I love watching my master fight."

Zhu Ge remained silent: "What you enjoy isn't watching a fight, but watching the spectacle."

Liu Jianjian scratched her head, offering no rebuttal.

The carriage traveled for about an hour, and the sky gradually brightened. The east turned a pale white, and the mountains appeared and disappeared in the morning mist, like a traditional Chinese ink painting.

On the distant mountain peaks, one can vaguely see palace-like buildings with upturned eaves and magnificent presence. Those buildings gleam with golden light in the morning glow, like celestial palaces.

"Master, is that the Shu Mountain Sword Sect?" Liu Jianjian pointed to the building in the distance. "Is it also called Sword Pavilion?"

"It should be." Zhu Ge squinted at it: "How grand."

Liu Jianjian squinted as she looked, but her cultivation was not as high as Zhu Ge's, so she could only see a blurry golden light: "It's really magnificent."

The carriage continued uphill along the mountain road, which became increasingly narrow and steep.

Ma Zhu was panting heavily, sweat beading on its forehead, but it gritted its teeth and climbed up step by step.

It was an ordinary road, yet it seemed as if some kind of array had been set up on it.

"Ma Zhu, take a rest if you're tired," Zhu Ge said.

"Not tired at all!" Ma Zhu gritted his teeth. "I'm an ancient, extraordinary being! What's a little mountain path to me?"

Zhu Ge smiled but didn't expose him.

After walking for another half hour, a memorial archway appeared on the mountain road ahead.

The archway is made of bluestone and is about three zhang high. The four characters "Shushan Sword Sect" are engraved on it, with sharp strokes, like a sword being drawn from its sheath.

Two disciples in white robes stood beneath the archway, long swords hanging at their waists, their postures upright and their faces stern.

"Who goes there?" The disciple on the left raised his hand to stop the carriage.

"My name is Zhu Ge. I am passing through Shu and have come to pay my respects." Zhu Ge stepped out of the carriage and clasped his hands in greeting.

The two disciples exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

"Are you Zhu Ge?" the disciple on the right asked.

"Exactly."

"A celebratory song for the creation of a new Confucian path?"

"It should be."

The two disciples exchanged a glance, and then the disciple on the left clasped his hands and said, "Mr. Zhuge, please wait a moment while I go in and inform him."

After saying that, he turned around, mounted his sword, and flew towards the mountain peak as a streak of white light.

Zhu Ge watched his retreating figure, sighing inwardly.

Flying on a sword is one of the hallmarks of the three realms of immortality.

Although he can fly, it's not the sword flight of immortals, but an instinct brought about by the [Fallen Scales].

When will he be able to truly fly on a sword?

The Three Realms—

"It'll be soon," he told himself.

Not long after, the white light flew back from the mountaintop and landed in front of the archway.

"Mr. Zhuge, the sect leader requests your presence." The disciple stepped aside to make way: "Please follow me."

Zhu Ge followed her two disciples up the mountain path, with Liu Jianjian riding a bamboo horse behind them and Zhu Sisi perched on her shoulder.

The mountain road was lined with green bamboo, whose leaves rustled in the morning breeze, as if someone was whispering.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, a grand hall appeared ahead.

The main hall is made of bluestone and is about five zhang high. A plaque hangs above the hall door with the three characters "Sword Heart Hall" written on it.

The palace doors were wide open, and a person was standing inside.

He was an old man with white hair, a thin face, wearing a white Taoist robe, and a long sword hanging at his waist.

His aura was as deep as an abyss. Zhu Ge couldn't sense his specific level of cultivation, but she could feel that he was stronger than Hongmi Daxian.

"Junior Zhu Ge greets Senior." Zhu Ge clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

The old man smiled slightly: "I am Jian Wuxin, the head of the Shushan Sword Sect. Mr. Zhu Ge has come from afar. I am sorry for not welcoming you properly."

"You're too kind, senior," Zhu Ge said neither humbly nor arrogantly. "I was just passing through Shu and came to pay my respects. I apologize for the intrusion."

"I won't bother you." Jian Wuxin waved his hand. "Sir, you have created a new Confucian path, which has shaken the world."

"I would also like to meet you, sir, and discuss matters of the Dao. Please."

"It is my greatest honor." Zhu Ge followed Jian Wuxin into the main hall.

The main hall was simply furnished, with only a stone table and a few stone benches.

A calligraphy scroll hangs on the wall, bearing the four characters "The Way of the Sword Has No Bounds".

A pot of tea and two teacups sat on the stone table, their aroma wafting through the air.

"Please sit down, sir." Jian Wuxin sat down and poured two cups of tea.

"Thank you." Zhu Ge sat down directly, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.

The tea has a slightly bitter taste upon first sip, followed by a sweet aftertaste, with a subtle hint of sword energy lingering between the lips and teeth.

"This is the sword tea of ​​the Shu Mountain Sword Sect," Jian Wuxin said with a smile. "The tea trees are grown with sword intent, and the tea brewed from them carries a trace of sword energy, which can temper the meridians."

"Good tea." Zhu Ge put down his teacup.

Jian Wuxin smiled and said, "Sir, your visit to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect this time wasn't just a passing through, was it?"

"To be honest," Zhu Ge said frankly, "this junior wishes to challenge a disciple of your sect who has reached the third realm."

"All of them?" Jian Wuxin raised an eyebrow. "Why is that?"

"Because I want to become stronger." Zhu Ge said frankly, "You can't build a good car by working behind closed doors. I need real combat to hone my martial arts skills."

Jian Wuxin was silent for a moment, then smiled: "Sir, you are quite frank."

He paused, then pondered, "However, the disciples of my Shushan Sword Sect cultivate the way of the sword, which is too powerful in killing. I'm afraid Mr. Zhu might get hurt and suffer a loss."

"Suffering a loss is a blessing," Zhu Ge said with a smile.

"Hahaha, very well, very well." Jian Wuxin nodded. "In that case, I will gather all disciples above the third realm and see if anyone has the courage to challenge you, sir!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue phantom suddenly appeared behind Jian Wuxin, then stretched across the sky, vast and boundless.

A green leaf sword, as green as the branches and leaves that have just sprouted in spring.

Then the leaf sword emitted nine soft chimes, which resounded throughout the entire Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

Everyone heard it.

"Nine sword cries! The Pavilion Master is summoning us!"

"Everyone, gather at the assembly point!"

"Move out! Something big has happened!"

"Quickly! Call your junior brothers and sisters!"

The elders emerged from their cave dwellings, and countless disciples followed suit.

A massive undertaking!