The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Qingcheng, Lingxiao Office.

Having obtained the true essence of the sword seed, my swordsmanship has advanced by leaps and bounds, progressing by a thousand miles a day.

While practicing swordsmanship, he began investigating the causes and consequences of the destruction of the Sword Tomb years ago.

In the 121st year of the Sword Dao Era, Chen Xuan's fame gradually rose due to three years of sword trials, and he entered the Sword Dao Ranking for the first time, ranking 100th.

From then on, all the nameless swordsmen in the world wanted to challenge him, hoping to become famous throughout the land.

[Simply because he was from no sect, a rogue cultivator, and had no background, he was seen as a stepping stone.]

In the 122nd year of the Sword Dao Era, Yun Ji, the Sword Master of the Qingyun Sword Sect, visited and challenged him, but was defeated with a single sword strike.

[In July of the 122nd year, at Luoyue Sword Manor, the Moonlit Sword Master came to cause trouble. Before he could even draw his sword, Chen Xuan kicked him into the river.]

In January of the 123rd year, at the Canglan Sword Sect, the Azure Mist Sword Master launched a sneak attack, his murderous intent palpable. Chen Xuan was greatly angered and killed him with a single sword strike.

In their pursuit of fame, various sword-wielding sects have become increasingly despicable, resorting to a barrage of underhanded tactics such as sneak attacks, ambushes, poisoning, and framing.

[After that, every challenger was killed by Chen Xuan with a single sword strike, and the riverbanks where he lived were studded with broken spirit swords.]

The challenge escalated rapidly, spiraling out of control. The sword factions all believed Chen Xuan was ruthless, thus creating a deep-seated blood feud.

[Tsk, what a load of rubbish about blood feuds. Based on my experience in sects and as a rogue cultivator, I've long since figured out the despicable mentality of these sword cultivators.]

[If you can't beat someone, you get angry and ashamed; if you can't argue with someone, you draw your sword and kill; if your swordsmanship is inferior to others, you blame your own sword for being too weak.]

Four hundred years before the Sword Dao Era, those who practiced the Sword Dao were all fools who were eager for quick success and instant benefits, only knowing how to kill but not understanding the essence of the sword.

[Chen Xuan did a good job killing, he killed brilliantly, it would be better if the world's sword path could be a little more peaceful now.]

"Isn't Li Taibai going a bit too far? Wouldn't he just kill off all the sword cultivators from the past?" Prefect An asked, somewhat puzzled.

Dr. Wang pushed up his glasses: "According to the information from the research institute, he doesn't seem to be wrong."

"No mistake?"

Those present were shocked.

"Before the golden age of swordsmanship, the swordsmanship of the world went astray. Every swordsman did not pursue his own swordsmanship, but only pursued the ultimate killing and increasingly powerful spiritual swords."

"But the power of killing has its limits, and so does the spirit sword."

"Once they reached their limit, they could not break through it, so those sword immortals came up with the idea of ​​using killing to nourish their swords."

"If the killing intent isn't strong enough, then let's slaughter the living and massacre the villages."

"If the spirit sword is not strong enough, then we will use the blood refining method to temper the sword with blood and life force, and nurture a monstrous sword with overwhelming killing intent that will devour its master."

"During that period, everyone killed, and violence was rampant. Wherever the sword cultivators went, nothing grew."

"The calamity caused by sword cultivators is even greater than that caused by demons; they have reached the point of going mad with their cultivation."

Lin Xiaoman muttered, "That's unlikely, isn't it? If that's really the case, then wouldn't Sword Master Pei be in the same boat?"

This time, Ye Li shook her head firmly, "Master is definitely not like that. Although his swordsmanship involves killing, it has not reached such an extreme level."

"Is it possible that because Sword Master Pei has been in seclusion for many years and rarely goes out, he has avoided this?"

Dr. Wang confidently stated his guess, his tone questioning.

Upon hearing this, everyone was speechless, because upon closer reflection, it seemed to be true.

During that period, it seems that Pei Jianzun was forced into seclusion by Chen Xuan... oh no, he was forced into seclusion until he was middle-aged.

Ye Li bit her lip, feeling somewhat helpless and aggrieved.

Master, when will you finally emerge from seclusion? We have so many questions to ask you.

In the 123rd year of the Sword Dao Era, the forces of swordsmanship formed an alliance, raised the banner of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, and vowed to kill Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan was furious and officially stepped out of his secluded valley to actively engage with the world.

The Sword Dao Alliance was overjoyed and dispatched twenty Sword Masters to launch a siege.

However, the situation was completely different from what was expected; instead of everyone surrounding Chen Xuan, he was the one who surrounded the entire area.

……

Sword masters from all factions gathered, their sword shadows sweeping across the sky, sealing off the heavens for miles.

These people formed a deadly sword formation, closing in from all directions, their sharpness overwhelming and their sword energy splitting the clouds.

"Chen Xuan, your murderous aura is too strong! You have killed so many of us! Quickly atone with your death!"

Dressed in white, Chen Xuan remained calm in the face of the crowd's accusations. "Who do you think you are, daring to ask me to apologize?"

"Stubborn to the end!"

"This boy must have cultivated the demonic sword path, even his spirit sword is like that. Kill him quickly, seize the sword manual, and destroy his spirit sword!"

They attributed Chen Xuan's strength entirely to his sword techniques and the Tai Xuan Sword, and a greedy thought arose in their hearts.

Killing Chen Xuan was only the first objective; seizing the sword manual and the Tai Xuan Sword was the primary goal!

Without saying another word, these people believed that Chen Xuan was doomed to die today, and they rushed forward, eager to seize the items.

In an instant.

Thousands of sword intents intertwined into a net, and the killing aura swept across the sky.

Chen Xuan remained unmoved, standing suspended in mid-air, his clothes fluttering without wind, and his entire being exuding no superfluous aura.

He slowly drew his sword from its sheath, his gaze indifferent and cold, devoid of any emotion.

"You ugly hypocrites, is this how you cultivate the way of the sword?"

"Swordsmen, swordsmen, all I see is greed, no ethereal spirit, no chivalry. I feel sorrow for such a way of swordsmanship."

"If that's the case—"

"Today, I will restore peace and tranquility to the world of swordsmanship."

Without any complicated moves, Chen Xuan simply slashed down with his sword.

A magnificent sword intent swept across the heavens and earth, and wherever it passed, layers of sword formations collapsed with a deafening roar.

The twenty sword masters' expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly activated their own sword domain defenses, but under this sword light, they shattered as easily as paper.

Their expressions began to turn terrified, filled with immense fear.

Only then did they realize how naive and ignorant they were, unable to even withstand a single sword strike from Chen Xuan.

Before they could even utter a scream, their bodies instantly disintegrated under the extreme sharpness of the sword.

Blood stained the sky, the mangled body fell into the sea of ​​clouds, and the spirit sword in his hand shattered.

All twenty top sword masters were turned into blood mist, their deaths were extremely gruesome!

The survivors around them were utterly terrified. Their arrogance and conceit vanished, and they all dropped their swords, knelt down, and begged for mercy.

"Now you know to beg for mercy?"

"It's too late."

Faced with the cries of pleading and begging for mercy from all around, Chen Xuan's expression remained unchanged, a cold and ruthless glint in his eyes.

"Demon!"

"You are the devil!"

"You've killed so many of us, you're a demon!" someone shouted in terror, accusing him.

"laugh--"

"I have the power to kill, but I do not commit murder."

"You fools, all you do is kill, all you create is bloodshed, you deserve to die!"

Chen Xuan sneered, raised his fingertips slightly, and once again his fierce sword intent swept across the entire area without the slightest hesitation or mercy.

The battlefield, stretching for miles, was deathly silent, devoid of any human voice.

All those who came to surround and kill were slaughtered, leaving not a single blade of grass behind.

Ignoring the mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind him, Chen Xuan stepped onto a small boat on the riverbank, stood with his hands behind his back at the bow, and went upstream.

Along the way, he met villagers who usually fished and greeted them.

"Chen Xuan, it's so dark, where are you going by boat?"

Chen Xuan replied calmly, "I will go to kill people and annihilate the sword path."

If I don't swallow this anger, how can I cultivate peacefully in the future?

There's no reason for them to come knocking on our door; we might as well go out and wipe them all out ourselves, so they won't bother us again.