Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

For sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall, cultivating a natal flying sword is considered establishing their own sect.

Unlike other Qi cultivators, he wanted to learn all kinds of techniques.

For pure sword cultivators like Chen Qingdu, Dong Sangeng, Zuo You, Lu Zhi, and Lu Jianghe.

All I ask for is a single sword strike, and the world will be clear, and the seas and rivers will be calm.

So much so that in their eyes, none of the myriad magical arts and supernatural powers in the world could compare to even a fraction of the true essence of their own natal flying sword.

Because the root of a sword cultivator's natal flying sword lies in the "straight path of the riverbed" in the long river of time.

Therefore, sword cultivators became the most favored among the myriad inheritances of techniques, the most "orderly," which in turn led to the evolution and development of countless innate flying sword supernatural abilities.

This is why sword cultivators have the greatest innate advantage in the cultivation world.

In a battle between equals, no matter how many techniques you use or how varied they may be, I will shatter them all with a single sword strike.

It truly lives up to its name as "uniquely endowed and distinctive".

A wisp of his soul was severed.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint was utterly horrified.

The aura of the remaining five demonic figures rapidly weakened, and their massive bodies trembled violently, shrinking from seventy or eighty feet in size to fifty or sixty feet in an instant.

He could no longer maintain the momentum of the combined attack. The five demonic figures exploded and transformed into five thick torrents of demonic energy, which merged into one, revealing the true nature of the Six Paths of Supreme Saint.

At this moment, his upper body was almost naked, and the strange cloud-shaped patterns on his body had become much darker in color than before.

His eyes were unusually cold, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

His entire body suddenly exploded, transforming into an extremely dim, almost imperceptible black light, like a spark, disappearing into the sky in an instant.

Lu Jianghe flashed over and slashed out with his sword. The sword light fell into the sea and split a deep, mirror-like mark in the middle.

He looked around, then stared intently in a certain direction.

Although he severed a wisp of his soul, he was still a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and his escape methods remained intact.

The opponent had clearly used some kind of secret technique or escape method involving blood essence, covering hundreds of miles in an instant.

Lu Jianghe did not pursue; a white shadow flashed by, and his Yin spirit returned to its body.

The glass sword formed from seawater and sunlight also disintegrated, turning into a sky full of shimmering water vapor that briefly refracted rainbow colors in the sunlight.

At this moment, the entire White Cliff Mountain trembled violently, accompanied by a deafening roar.

The mountain collapsed, smoke and dust obscured the sun, and rocks rained down.

It poured down from a great height, carrying with it a cloud of dust, and crashed into the sea below.

The solitary peak that originally stood in the sea has collapsed by nearly a third.

The mountain debris slowly tilted and slid down, completely submerging the rare and magnificent "Eighteen Scholars" colorful coral reef.

This ancient and wondrous landscape, along with the countless remains of its disciples buried beneath it, vanished instantly beneath the sea and rocks.

The terrifying aftershocks of the battle between the two great cultivators caused ripples and shocks that exceeded the limits that White Cliff Mountain could withstand.

Zhuang Huayi hovered in mid-air, the sea breeze blowing away the grime on her face—a stain that was hard to tell whether it was blood or dust. She bit her lower lip, her beautiful face darkening, her gaze fixed on the nearly half-collapsed, dust-filled White Wall Mountain below.

The foundation is severed.

Without this mountain, the tradition of White Cliff Mountain was completely severed in her hands.

Even if she were to revive the tradition and recruit disciples in the future, the name "White Wall Mountain" would already be a mere shell of its former self.

She looked forlorn, her disheveled hair whipped up by the sea breeze and danced wildly in front of her eyes.

They were then shocked to discover that the cultivator surnamed Lu had actually managed to defeat the Six Paths Demon.

Zhuang Huayi slowly approached Lu Jianghe, suppressing her turbulent emotions, and prepared to explain the root of this disaster and her previous scheming.

However, before the first syllable could be uttered.

Lu Jianghe remained indifferent and, without warning, slapped back.

Caught completely off guard and without even having time to react, Zhuang Huayi was slapped squarely across the face and plunged straight into the sea below.

When she emerged from the water, a clear handprint was prominently displayed on her left fair cheek, burning with pain, and her lips were cracked.

She didn't even dare to use a fraction of her spiritual power to dispel it.

And so it hovered again in front of Lu Jianghe, bowing its head deeply, its posture humble, waiting for its fate.

"The matter of you plotting against me before is now wiped clean."

Lu Jianghe's voice was flat and devoid of any emotion, as if he were stating a trivial matter.

So much time has been wasted. Now that White Wall Mountain is destroyed, even if the teleportation array was repaired before, it is definitely unusable now.

Lu Jianghe took a gentle breath, allowing the surging emotions within him to calm down.

The commotion caused by breaking through the heavenly winds to escape was already too great, and it took several months to barely calm things down.

This battle with the Six Paths Supreme Saint stirred up the small world, as if it triggered a connection between heaven and man, causing the earth to resonate and spring thunder to tremble.

At this moment, the entire dantian was faintly shaking, like an earth dragon turning over, revealing an uneasy restlessness.

It was as if the oppression and chaos of the outside world were transmitting a startling tremor inward through some mysterious connection.

If he were to experience another battle of this intensity, even with his solid foundation, he would likely suffer serious injuries and have his very essence shaken.

The Yin Spirit is alright; it's just that it became illusory due to that powerful sword strike. With time and nurturing, its essence, energy, and spirit will gradually recover.

However, if one continues to live beyond one's means and forcibly overdraws one's resources, the price to pay will likely be not just time, but a real decline in one's spiritual level.

Lu Jianghe's gaze fell on Zhuang Huayi.

His eyes were indifferent, devoid of joy or sorrow, and showed no intention of lingering.

He shifted slightly, preparing to leave.

Zhuang Huayi raised her face. After being slapped, her emotions were churning violently, and a kind of melancholy, like that of a young woman, emanated from her.

She spoke timidly:

"Lu Dao..."

He had barely uttered two words when he realized something was wrong, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Given the vast difference in status between the two sides at this moment, addressing each other as "fellow Daoist" would be tantamount to inviting humiliation.

The difference between Core Formation and Nascent Soul is like heaven and earth, let alone the fact that she, at the early stage of Nascent Soul, is facing a late-stage Grand Cultivator who can severely injure a Six Paths Supreme Saint.

But if I asked her to call me "senior" instead...

Although the cultivation world is based on cultivation level, addressing someone as someone she had recently sat at the same table with, and even someone she had schemed against, in such a way made her feel ashamed and uncomfortable.

She simply stopped addressing him by name, suppressing her turbulent emotions, and lowered her eyes.

"Actually, there is another teleportation array, not on White Wall Mountain, but in another hidden place, not far away."

"lead the way."

Lu Jianghe did not inquire about the details, nor did he investigate why she had previously concealed the true location of the teleportation array.

Zhuang Huayi dared not hesitate for a moment.

She quickly composed herself, her figure transforming into a slightly dim, flowing rainbow of ink, and sped off towards the southeast of Baibishan.

Gone is her former aloofness and arrogance; now she is more like a guiding maid.

Lu Jianghe moved slightly, silently following her about ten feet behind.

The two flew one after the other across the turbulent sea.

A fierce wind whipped Zhuang Huayi's clothes and caused her black hair to dance wildly. She deliberately maintained a steady pace, not daring to go too fast for fear of appearing disrespectful, nor too slow for fear of upsetting the other party.

She could clearly feel the invisible pressure from the calm gaze behind her, heavier than a tsunami and deeper than an abyss.

The aftershocks of the previous earth-shattering battle still lingered, causing the spiritual energy of this sea area to become chaotic, and turbid waves to surge into the sky.

Ordinary sea beasts had long since fled into the deep sea. Only some low-level demonic birds, oblivious to the danger, circled in the distance. When they were struck by the sharp aura emanating from Lu Jianghe, which had not yet completely subsided, they fell to the ground as if swept by invisible sword energy, wailing in pain.

After flying for less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Zhuang Huayi hovered in front of a small, inconspicuous reef.

This reef island is no more than a hundred feet in circumference, and is full of bare rocks. It showed no signs of spiritual veins and was as insignificant as dust among the numerous islands scattered across the Chaotic Star Ocean.

Zhuang Huayi turned slightly to the side and pointed to a hole in the center of the reef that was partially covered by natural rocks.

"This teleportation array is located in this underground grotto. It is a secret transit point of my White Wall Mountain, extremely well hidden, and only the mountain lords of successive generations know about it."

Lu Jianghe scanned it with his divine sense.

Inside the reef island, at the bottom of a natural cave several tens of meters deep, stands an ancient teleportation array about three meters in diameter.

Although the surface was covered with a thin layer of salt frost and seaweed, the overall structure was intact, and the flow of spiritual energy, though weak, was stable, indicating that it was not damaged.

This woman finally stopped lying, or rather, she dared not lie anymore.

Lu Jianghe withdrew his divine sense and did not immediately move. He simply spoke calmly, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger: "Where does this teleportation array lead?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Huayi explained in a low voice, "This place was originally set up by the first mountain lord of Baibi Mountain as a backup route in case of unforeseen circumstances. The teleportation array should lead to the Inner Star Sea. Although no one has used it for thousands of years, successive mountain lords have regularly maintained and nurtured it."

Lu Jianghe asked, "How do we teleport? What medium is needed?"

Generally speaking, there are two types: ordinary teleportation arrays and ancient large-scale teleportation arrays.

The latter requires the use of the Great Teleportation Order, while the former can be teleported by using the timing of the heavens and the transmission of spiritual power.

Another type is the one-way teleportation array, which can only teleport in one direction and cannot even achieve the most basic round trip.

Clearly, the one in front of us is the latter.

With a flick of his hand, Lu Jianghe swept away all the dust and debris on the teleportation array.

He walked to the center of the array, casually took out five mid-grade spirit stones, and embedded them into the groove.

Just as he finished his action, Zhuang Huayi also stepped forward and stood silently behind Lu Jianghe.

"What are you doing, Fellow Daoist Zhuang?"

Zhuang Huayi's voice was hoarse, as if each word weighed a ton, and her voice was barely audible, "I...can I...go with you..."

Lu Jianghe's gaze fell on Zhuang Huayi's cool and elegant face, where there was still a red mark on her left cheek, though it had faded.

"reason?"

Zhuang Huayi's body trembled almost imperceptibly. She took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, to raise her head and meet Lu Jianghe's eyes.

"The lineage of Baibi Mountain has been severed, and I imagine the Six Paths Demon will not let me go. Now, the only hope for survival is to follow you, sir. I am willing to be your maid and serve you."

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