From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Zhang Dong looked down with gratitude in his eyes, took a deep breath, circulated his qi, and his body became as light as a willow catkin and as fast as a breeze, instantly leaping to the ground.

"The Great Sage Who Conquers Heaven!"

"The Great Sage Who Conquers Heaven!"

"The Great Sage Who Conquers Heaven!"

On one side of the valley, the Quanxing demons cheered for Zhang Dong, which made Zhang Dong somewhat embarrassed. He could only clasp his hands in a salute to Zhao Xinchuan and say, "Brother Zhao, it's been a while. How have you been?"

"As usual, I did odd jobs in the Caixi Troupe, served as a martial arts instructor, and then went to Mingxin Academy to be a physical education teacher, teaching children to exercise."

Zhao Xinchuan, abandoning his previous arrogance, became humble, saying, "I can't compare to Brother Zhang, who has earned the title of 'Great Sage of Chaos'."

Knowing it was mockery, Zhang Dong simply sighed and said, "What Great Sage? It's just nonsense from my men. I don't acknowledge him."

With a wave of his hand, the cloth behind him scattered, and the sword hilt fell into his palm.

Where is your sword?

Zhao Xinchuan's pupils contracted slightly, because Zhang Dong was only holding a sword hilt, not the blade.

"This is my sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Dong waved his hand holding the sword hilt, and the vortex of energy gathered at the hilt, forming a sword blade made of gathered air. He swept it upwards, drawing out a white streak, vast and mighty, like a churning sea of ​​clouds, and even the temperature of the surrounding air dropped a few degrees.

"Alright! Let's fight!"

Seeing that Zhang Dong actually had such abilities, Zhao Xinchuan was not afraid. He shouted, took a step, and his Qi surged, drilling into the ground and then bursting out from under Zhang Dong's feet.

boom!

But then the ground cracked open, and dragon-shaped Qi burst forth, striking Zhang Dong's groin.

Zhang Dong's body moved with the qi and swayed with the sword. He had sensed it beforehand, so he raised his left foot and slightly turned to the side to dodge the qi force. He then flicked his hand holding the sword hilt.

Unlike before, this sword energy was invisible, and even a cultivator could not perceive it with the naked eye.

Zhao Xinchuan, however, was extremely perceptive. He simply turned to the side and easily dodged the attack. He then quickly stepped forward to engage Zhang Dong in close combat.

"Brother Zhao, your Qi has been cultivated to the point that it penetrates your skin. Your sensitivity to air fluctuations is so acute."

Zhang Dong exclaimed in surprise, lightly stepped forward, and leaped into the air. He rode the wind, gathering energy in the hilt of his sword, and swept it downwards, creating a waterfall-like effect.

Facing the waterfall of sword energy that resembled a cascading Milky Way, Zhao Xinchuan steadied his nine orifices, channeling his Qi throughout his body. His arms swirled in circles, transforming the Qi into dragons that swirled around him, allowing him to control and deflect the cascading "waterfall."

only--

"Cough cough!"

Although the sword energy was completely deflected, Zhao Xinchuan suddenly coughed, his face turned pale, and snot even came out of his nostrils.

It turns out that Zhang Dong had mastered the Four-Six Sword Technique, which allowed him to control the six energies, forming the six evils of wind, heat, summer heat, dampness, dryness, and cold. Although the sword energy could be sensed and deflected, these six energies existed throughout the four seasons, omnipresent and all-encompassing.

As long as Zhao Xinchuan is still a human being and needs to breathe, he will inevitably be affected by these six energies at all times!

Those who cultivate themselves can regulate their body's energy through Qi refining to prevent illness. However, if the external environment changes drastically—

Ultimately, they are still practitioners of carbon-based life forms; if they are meant to get sick, they will.

“Brother Zhao, the six evils have entered your body. If you don’t treat them quickly, the disease will become incurable. You should admit defeat.” Zhang Dong landed slowly, holding the hilt of his sword, and advised.

"drink!"

But Zhang Dong let out a soft shout, adjusted his breathing, and a primal, ancient aura emanated from his body, causing his pupils to dilate and his body to involuntarily take several steps back. He was horrified: "What kind of move is this? It's like being possessed by a monstrous beast..."

Before the thought could even form in his mind, Zhao Xinchuan, who had already activated the second stage of the gene lock, emitted bursts of heat from his entire body and took a step forward.

boom!

The ground within a radius of 100 meters was instantly shattered!

Just moments before, he was dozens of meters away, but in an instant, he was right next to Zhang Dong, unleashing a punch that exploded with Qi, forming a giant blood-red dragon.

[I'll die!]

Alarm bells rang in Zhang Dong's heart. He gritted his teeth, gathered the six energies of the universe, poured them into his spine, and used his body as a sword. His energy soared into the sky, even piercing through the clouds.

but--

click!

With a loud bang, the sword was shattered by the crimson dragon energy!

Afterwards, Zhao Xinchuan's nine orifices pulsated, and the dragon's energy multiplied from one to nine, lifting Zhang Dong into the sky, shaking his three gates and nine orifices, preventing him from circulating his Qi, and finally causing him to fall to the ground, unable to move an inch.

"call--"

Seeing that Zhang Dong was already completely powerless, Zhao Xinchuan immediately grabbed his shoulder and quickly retreated.

Soldiers were dispatched to meet them, bringing ropes to tie Zhang Dong up.

Lu Jin then used his Qi to construct the Nine Aperture Talisman he had learned from Jiang Liu and injected it into Zhang Dong's nine orifices to prevent him from breaking the ropes when he recovered.

Zhang Dong ignored him and asked Zhao Xinchuan, "What exactly is that technique? Why can it unleash such powerful force?"

"That is the will to survive and the desire to win."

Zhao Xinchuan smiled calmly, “Your Flowing Cloud Sword has reached its peak, and it can no longer be called the Flowing Cloud Sword, but it lacks ‘intention’.”

Practitioners of the Flowing Cloud Sword lineage all possess the ability to manipulate and transform objects, and each of them must find a sword that can accompany them throughout their lives.

Ultimately, it's all about cultivating sword intent.

However, the so-called "intention" cannot be achieved simply by mastering swordsmanship to a high level and transcending the mundane. It also requires the accumulation of one's own experiences, which are then transformed into beliefs and expressed through the swordsmanship.

Strength is strength!

Thoughts are thoughts!

It cannot be generalized!

Zhang Dong's swordsmanship is very strong, but his sword intent is still stuck in the past. Even though his memories of the three hundred years at Fangcun Mountain are not blurred, his will is still not as strong as Zhao Xinchuan's, who experiences similar yet different things every day.

After all, the days of cultivation on the mountain, let alone three hundred years, or even three thousand years, have never changed. Without truly integrating knowledge and action in the human world, how could one cultivate any amazing sword intent?

All that can be honed is the word "perseverance".

This is also why Jiang Liu made sure that the memories of the other six people, besides Wu Gensheng, had become vague when they learned martial arts at Fangcun Mountain.

Without a doubt, all six of them will become single-minded in the future, which means they're completely ruined.

"Sword intent?"

For some inexplicable reason, Zhang Dong recalled the admonition of the patriarch on Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, who bore a striking resemblance to Jiang Liu: Do not focus on the six evils, but rather on the six energies: Jueyin Wind Wood, Shaoyin Sovereign Fire, Shaoyang Ministerial Fire, Yangming Dry Metal, Taiyin Damp Earth, and Taiyang Cold Water…

At this moment, he needs to comprehend the four seasons and six qi!

Reflect on the cycle of the four seasons!

And he-

When using these methods, one is unconsciously immersed in the power of magic!

【Sigh~ I've really fallen for this evil spirit!】

Chapter 1320 You fucking play dirty tricks?

"Third Brother actually lost!?"

In the valley.

Wei Shufen is unbelievable.

The Four-Six Sword Technique, which controls the four seasons and six energies, is something that even Zhang Dong, who has not yet fully mastered, is not someone that ordinary people can defeat. Even they cannot easily handle it.

However, Zhao Xinchuan used some kind of unorthodox technique to unleash his full potential, and with a single punch, he shattered Zhang Dong's unity of body and sword.

The force was terrifying!

It’s really inhumane!

"Zhao Xinchuan was just Jiang Liu's subordinate."

Feng Tianyang muttered to himself, "What level has Jiang Liu reached this time?"

Faced with this question, Wugensheng did not answer, because even though he had mastered the "True and Wonderful Secret of the Perfect Union of Exoteric and Esoteric Teachings," he still could not see through the source of the river flow, and even increasingly felt that the other party was the Patriarch Subhuti.

"Wugensheng, come and fight!"

At that moment, Lin Shirong jumped out, shouted, and pointed directly at Wugensheng, completely disregarding the others.

"I come."

Seeing that Wugensheng really wanted to go down, Gao Gen stopped him and shook his head, saying, "No matter what, you are the 'mastermind,' and you should go up last. Going up now would be beneath your dignity."

Wugensheng: "..."

Gao Gen leaped down, shaking the ground three times. Lin Shirong raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Are you Wugensheng?"

"No."

Gao Gen shook his head, "But I am Wu Gensheng's elder brother, Gao Gen."

"Gao Gen? I've heard of you. You idiot who betrayed the righteous path and joined the Quanxing Sect." Lin Shirong had also heard of Gao Gen, and he smiled coldly, "Your master's efforts have been wasted."

"My sect defines Quanxing as evil..."

Gao Gen glanced at the Quanxing members behind him, but remained unmoved, staring at Lin Shirong. "But my thoughts are different from those of my sect. All the prestigious sects consider all members of Quanxing to be evil."

But I believe there are good people among the entire community.

To avoid killing any good person, I joined the Quanxing sect and will kill those I deem evil.

At this point, Gao Gen paused and asked, "Take Wang Yaozu, for example. He was the adoptive father of your chairman. He was a member of the Quanxing Sect, but I've heard about his character. He's a petty thief who doesn't take lives. Even the late Left Master of the Sanyi Sect was willing to forgive him three times."

He eventually withdrew from the Quanxing sect, and along the way, he performed magic tricks for the Gong sect and continuously helped the poor...

Isn't he a good person?

Lin Shirong was taken aback, because the Ghost Hand King was his current master's adoptive father, which was difficult to explain. Moreover, he had long since left Quanxing and reformed, and was now making amends for his past mistakes... He was indeed a good person.

"You smooth-talking bastard!"

Lin Shirong was furious and snapped, "Why waste so much breath? Take this!"

The words fell.