Bearing the blue sky

Chapter 283 Battle! The Sword Intent of Falling Plum Blossoms!

As the instigator, Jian Wuxin, the master of Jian Pavilion, looked at Zhu Ge with a smile on his face: "Mr. Zhu, please."

"Please," Zhu Ge said calmly.

He wasn't intimidated at all; after all, he had encountered all sorts of big scenes before.

The Sword Pavilion Master has summoned the entire sect; clearly, he intends to test his disciples.

These disciples from major sects are probably just like those in novels and stories, arrogant and haughty.

Having finally encountered an opportunity to teach them that "there are always people better than you," how could Jian Wuxin possibly let Zhu Ge go?

However, for Zhu Ge, anything was worthwhile in order to see the sword monument.

Of course, we're not bringing this up now.

Whether it's between individuals or between different forces, there should be reciprocity and the exchange of benefits.

He hasn't brought any benefits to the Shushan Sword Sect yet, so how can he ask for anything?

But things might change after we finish playing.

He planned that this time, the masters would use martial arts, while the disciples would respond with Confucianism and Taoism.

Let's carry forward and promote the principles of Yi!

It's a good opportunity to practice the principles of Yi (易) and demonstrate their power.

At that time, the two sides can make an exchange: he will provide the Shushan Sword Sect with the method of Yi Dao cultivation, and in exchange, the Shushan Sword Sect will give him a look at the sword tablet. That would be reasonable.

"Crunch."

Upon opening the door, the scene before her eyes momentarily stunned Zhu Ge.

Jian Wuxin's cyan leaf sword phantom hung across the sky, and nine sword cries echoed through the mountains, causing the entire Shu Mountain Sword Sect to erupt in excitement.

Countless sword lights rose from various parts of the mountain peak, converging towards the Sword Heart Palace like a meteor shower.

There were elders who flew on swords, disciples who walked on swords, and several old men with unique movements who floated in on flying swords.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the square in front of the Sword Heart Hall was filled with people.

Zhu Ge arrived at the palace gate, looked at the sea of ​​heads in the square, and silently counted them in her mind.

He sensed more than ten auras of those at the third realm or above, at least twenty of those at the second realm, and an estimated fifty or sixty of those at the first realm.

The Shu Mountain Sword Sect's foundation was far deeper than he had imagined.

Liu Jianjian, riding her bamboo horse, hid in a corner beside the hall, her eyes wide open, muttering to herself, "So many sword cultivators, so many people—"

Zhu Sisi leaned on her shoulder, chewing on mulberry leaves, and stared blankly at the sword cultivators in the square, mumbling, "Their swords aren't as hard as their master's staff."

Liu Jianjian paused for a moment, then smiled: "You're right."

In the plaza, a burly, middle-aged swordsman stepped forward from the crowd, clasped his hands in greeting, and asked, "Sect Leader, what important matter has summoned us for?"

Jian Wuxin smiled slightly and pointed to Zhu Ge, "This is Mr. Zhu Ge, a prodigy who created a new Confucian path."

"Sir wishes to challenge the disciples of the third realm of my Shu Mountain Sword Sect in a martial arts contest. I have gathered you here to ask who is willing to fight him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the square erupted in chaos.

"Zhu Ge? Is that Zhu Ge, the one who killed a Great Master while only at the Second Realm?"

"Creating a new Confucian path? Isn't that a matter for Confucianism? Why is he challenging us sword cultivators?"

"A second-realm cultivator challenging a third-realm cultivator? Has he gone mad?"

"You're insane! Haven't you heard? He killed several third-realm demonic beasts in Red River Prefecture!"

There were many voices discussing the matter, but no one was the first to stand up.

Zhu Ge looked at the sword cultivators, her heart as calm as still water.

He knew that these people weren't afraid to fight, but were waiting for someone of sufficient stature to make the first move.

After all, he was a renowned genius, so winning was only natural, and losing would mean losing all face.

Nobody wants to be the first to do something so thankless and arduous.

That would only bring shame upon oneself.

"I'll do it."

A cool, clear voice came from the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a girl in white walking out from the crowd.

She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a cool and aloof face, long hair like a waterfall, and a slender sword hanging at her waist, with a plum blossom engraved on the scabbard.

"Senior Sister Bai Mei!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Senior Sister Bai Mei is a third-realm sword cultivator, a genius in swordsmanship. It is said that she has already touched the threshold of manifesting sword intent, and she will surely succeed within fifty years!"

"Although Mr. Zhuge is strong, he is only at the second realm after all, and he is likely to suffer a loss."

The disciples were discussing it amongst themselves.

The elders, however, remained calm and composed.

"Will Bai Mei be able to enter the 'Imperial List' soon?" an elder suddenly asked.

"It's a bit difficult—" Another elder shook his head: "Currently, all those on the list can manifest their true intent. If it's just about condensing sword intent in one's sword heart, that's far from enough."

"The true meaning manifests—" an elder sighed, "It took me a hundred years to manifest the true meaning after becoming a great being."

"That's why the geniuses on the 'List of the Gods' are truly geniuses!" someone chuckled, unconcerned.

Concentrating one's martial arts heart leads to the second realm, while concentrating one's true intent leads to the third realm. The manifestation of true intent is unrelated to realm, but those at higher realms can generally manifest their true intent.

Generally speaking, those who make it onto the "List of State Affairs" must have revealed their true intentions, but those who have revealed their true intentions are not necessarily all listed on the "List of State Affairs".

At this moment, Bai Mei walked up to Zhu Ge, clasped her hands in greeting, and said, "Bai Mei, a disciple of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, requests guidance from Mr. Zhu Ge."

Zhu Ge returned the greeting with clasped hands: "Please."

The two walked to the center of the square and stood several feet apart.

With a wave of his hand, Jian Wuxin unleashed a curtain of cyan sword light that descended from the sky, enveloping the plaza and preventing the aftershocks of the battle from injuring bystanders.

Bai Mei drew her long sword from her waist; the sword was pure white, and a faint, cold light shimmered on its blade.

She gripped the hilt of the sword, the tip pointing diagonally to the ground, her entire being resembling a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

"Sir, be careful." Before Bai Mei finished speaking, she had already moved.

Her sword was as fast as lightning, its tip drawing a silvery arc in the air as it pierced straight for Zhu Ge's throat.

This sword strike had no fancy moves, no afterimages, only speed and accuracy.

So fast that it leaves no time to react, so accurate that it leaves no escape.

"Well done!" Zhu Ge did not retreat. He drew the Purgatory Star Staff from his waist, and a bright silver-red light shone brightly as he swung the staff out.

"clang-

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Swords and clubs clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Bai Mei was forced back several steps, while Zhu Ge remained completely still.

"Sir, your Confucianism is so powerful." A hint of surprise flashed in Bai Mei's eyes, but her sword did not stop.

She turned her body and changed her sword technique again, from thrusting to slicing. The blade brushed against the body of the Purgatory Star Staff and sliced ​​towards Zhu Ge's fingers.

Zhu Ge loosened his right hand, letting the staff slide across his palm, then suddenly gripped it, trapping the blade between the staff and his palm.

Bai Mei tried to draw her sword, but couldn't.

She looked up at Zhu Ge, who was looking at her with a slight smile on his lips.

"Your sword is fast," Zhu Ge smiled, "but it lacks power."

He loosened his grip, Bai Mei withdrew her longsword, took several steps back, her chest heaving.

"Sir, your staff technique is indeed exquisite." Bai Mei took a deep breath and gripped the sword hilt tightly again: "But from now on, I will not hold back."

She closed her eyes, and the sword gleamed with a cold light.

Her heart began to pound, and a sharp sword intent surged from within her body.

Kenshin!

As the sword's heart emerged, the phantom of a white plum blossom appeared and disappeared.

White plum blossoms bloom, petals fall, each petal a wisp of sword energy.

"This is Senior Sister Bai Mei's Falling Plum Blossom Sword Intent!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"It is said that Senior Sister Bai Mei's Falling Plum Blossom Sword Intent, with a single strike, can cause ten thousand plum blossoms to fall; its power is boundless!"

"Once Senior Sister Bai Mei fully manifests the Falling Plum Blossom Sword Intent, she will definitely be on the list!"

The disciples were extremely excited.

As Zhu Ge gazed at the illusory image of the white plum blossom, a thought struck her, and her literary energy automatically evolved, transforming into the shape of a "".

The Kun hexagram!

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