My Cold Sword Master

You killed someone else's prince and forced a powerful person in the Spiritual Transformation Realm to say that the incident was to rid the people of harm, and you still want a reward?

Su Wanrou looked at the boy who was acting like a rogue, a smile appeared in her autumn eyes, and she gently rubbed the boy's hair.

"Yun'er, since he has apologized, don't embarrass him anymore. Just give him a hundred high-quality spirit stones."

"One hundred..."

The one-eyed Dali Temple constable's mouth twitched.

With this money, he could buy a seventh-grade superior spiritual treasure and a 200-meter-wide mansion in the capital Yanyun. However, when he recalled the eccentric character of this child when he was a child in the Su family, he felt relieved.

"Hmph!" Huang Feng was obviously extremely angry, but he didn't dare to flare up at all. He only dared to flick his sleeves, throw out hundreds of high-quality spirit stones surrounded by green light, and walk away with his hands behind his back.

Just as the young man was about to take it, Su Wanrou's white and tender hands gathered it all into her sleeves. She tapped the young man's forehead and said in a slightly angry tone, "Auntie will keep it for you first and find a marriage for you next year."

"Such a familiar routine..." the boy muttered softly, but dared only nod obediently.

After collecting the spirit stones, Su Wanrou looked at the man in black who was still there. She rubbed the boy's pretty face with her bare hands, causing him to grumble in dissatisfaction. She asked nonchalantly, "You, recognize me?"

The one-eyed man bowed his hands and saluted with a respectful attitude: "I am Shi Yu, a subordinate of Su Lishuang, the Junior Lord of the Dali Temple, serving as the commander of Yebushou. I am honored to meet you, Commander Su."

"Shuang'er..." Su Wanrou's autumn eyes were filled with longing, and she asked softly, "Why are the people from the Dali Temple and the government here? What is the reason for the Jiang family's rebellion?"

Shi Zhuo glanced around the street, raised his hand and asked his black-clad night guards to disperse the onlookers and maintain vigilance, and said cautiously: "Former Minister of War, Jiang Changtian is plotting a rebellion."

"The Jiang family has been completely confiscated. Jiang Changtian and others have been imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison to await trial. Jiang Qinyun, the matriarch of the Jiang family, and her daughter Jiang Jianling will be sent to the Ministry of Religion after the trial of the Jiang family is over."

Su Wanrou frowned: "Rebellion? Jiang family? Nonsense, how can the Jiang family who helped the empress suppress the rebellion——"

"General, be careful with your words." Shi Lu interrupted with a cupped hand, "This matter involves the opposite sex king, An Lanhou."

"In that case, why have you come to this quiet ancient town?" Su Wanrou looked around at the people in the ancient town who were not only from the Dali Temple but also from the government.

"Jiang Jianling, the daughter of the Jiang family, escaped."

"You escaped from the capital Yanyun thousands of miles away to this quiet ancient town?" Su Wanrou glanced at him calmly, "Do you know how absurd the logic is?"

"The Dali Temple came here only in this name. The Huang family was sent by Marquis Anlan."

Shi Lu took out an envelope engraved with the Chinese character "Su" from his sleeve and handed it to Su Wanrou, saying in a serious tone.

"Young Master Su has instructed me to pass on a message to you, General Manager Su, if I see you."

"Shaoqing said that the Yanyun Incident happened, and the Empress asked the General to return quickly."

After saying that, he bowed and led Ye Bushu away.

The conversation between the two made the young man frown. He turned his head and saw Su Wanrou with a charming look on her face. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Auntie?"

Su Wanrou glanced at the young man with a serious expression. This was the first time Shangguan Yun saw his gentle aunt showing such an expression.

The beautiful woman lifted her veil lightly and whispered her soft lips to the boy's ear. The sweet fragrance of orchid brushed across his face like soft feathers.

"Yun'er, tonight... come to my aunt's room. I have something to tell you. Also, remember, if it's past midnight, Yun'er, don't come over."

"Tonight?" The young man tilted his head, "Aunt, are you going to Yanyun?"

"Yes." The beautiful woman stroked the boy's hair gently and said softly, "Maybe, we should bring Yun'er with us this time."

Shangguan Yun was a little confused, but still responded.

"Yun'er knows."

The young man sheathed his sword, stroked the torn paper with his fingertips, and followed his aunt back to Jiange.

But the young man and the beautiful woman were unaware that in the quiet room of the attic on the street, a pair of charming and lazy purple eyes took it all in.

"Haha~ This young man~ is quite decisive." A soft and charming smile, accompanied by a faint fragrance of purple spiritual essence, floated in the quiet attic.

"pat-"

Along with the crisp sound of jade shoes hitting the ground, a pair of white and jade-smooth enchanting legs lazily hung down from behind the redwood chair. The snow-white lotus feet were stepping on a pair of black jade high-heeled shoes with red soles, and they landed from the wooden chair in a charming posture that was enough to arouse any male's violent animal desire.

A charming and seductive beauty was leaning lazily against the window, her graceful and extremely charming body was only wrapped in a hazy and transparent black gauze. Under the hazy black gauze were her slender, white and smooth legs, her soft buttocks as bright and plump as a full moon, and her snow-white and spring charm was faintly visible.

"Su Wanrou, I didn't expect you to have the habit of raising a husband as a child." This charming and beautiful foxy beauty played with the purple jade wine glass in her hand, her lavender eyes showing a hint of playfulness.

"This child is suitable for me, You Jiuxiao. Hmm, how can I bring this child to my Jiuyou Demon Sect?"

She looked at the man from the Huang family with her foxy eyes and smiled softly, "There is a way~"

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It was a quiet night in Jiange.

The night is like fog, filled with deep twilight. The chirping of cicadas in the forest mixed with the sounds of stringed instruments and pianos is quite pleasant.

There is a bamboo forest behind the mountain and a clear spring waterfall.

Shangguan Yun wiped her wet hair and walked out of the waterfall. She looked at the bright full moon in the sky and realized that there was still some time left.

As a secluded sword sect, Jiange has always only accepted female disciples. All the more than 300 people in the sect, including Qingyou Sword Master Shangguan Wanqiu, are women.

He is the only male disciple.

Since childhood, he and Su Wanrou have been living together in the bamboo forest behind Jiange, separated from the other female disciples.

There were female disciples who came over at ordinary times. For example, the eldest senior sister from Jiange often visited him and often brought him some snacks and ancient books.

But most of the time and at night, it was just him and Su Wanrou.

She picked up a light white dress that fitted her body from a huge rock on the shore and put it on, then tied up her shoulder-length black hair with a bamboo hairpin and a light blue hairband.

The customs of this world are similar to those of the ancient dynasties in the previous life. There are habits such as resting and bathing, and men also grow long hair and wear hair crowns.

His aunt did buy him a black jade hair crown, but he preferred bamboo hairpins and hairbands because they were more convenient.

After finding a clean rock platform to sit on, Shangguan Yun mobilized his spiritual energy to surround his body, evaporated the moisture on his body surface, completed a cycle of breathing, and exhaled a long breath.

He touched the dark long hair which was still a little wet and smiled helplessly.

I've been in this world for so long, but I'm still not used to the habit of having long hair.

But rather than worrying about this...

The young man flicked his index finger, and two pages of light brown fragments filled with ancient charm flashed out from his arms and floated in front of him.

A torn ancient scroll, one page of which was the torn scroll that brought him to this world, was in the shape of a sealed scroll with the two words "Tai Yi" vaguely carved on it with a knife. The pages that had been unfolded from the sealed scroll were all incomplete, exuding a faint sense of ancient charm.

The other page seems to be a torn page, and the ancient charm on it is more melodious and profound, with a hint of hazy purple air.

There was nothing special about the incomplete cover, with only the vague words "Tai Yi" written on them. The newly found fragments were completely blank, with nothing special about them except for that wisp of hazy purple air.

There is no old man with a white beard hidden in an ancient scroll, nor any unexplainable thing that gives a lot of rewards with a ding, nor any inherited spiritual treasure...

Shangguan Yun crossed his legs and leaned back, quietly looking at the two pages of Taiyi fragments floating in front of him, a little dazed.

Following the instructions, we found the fragments of the ancient scroll. What's the next step...

He does not like fighting, nor does he like cultivating immortality. This easygoing nature allowed him to survive in his previous life.

However, this world is a world where the strong prey on the weak, and what happened today has given him another wake-up call.

If his cultivation was too weak to defeat the two guards in the initial stage of Huayun, if his master was not the Master of Qingyou Sword, if his cultivation path had always been stuck at the Condensation stage.

Then the one who fell dead on the street today was not that playboy, and his aunt Su Wanrou, who had lost all her cultivation, would also fall into misery because of his weakness.

On the path to immortality, what you are cultivating is not whether you want to become an immortal, but the right to live.

So this cultivation of immortality... is it the way to immortality, or is it desire...

Ok?

Just as he was in a daze, the cover of the scroll hanging in front of him suddenly emitted golden light. Strands of golden threads stretched out from the broken cover like silk weaving pages, forming a blank golden ancient scroll woven with golden light.

As the cover unfolded, blank golden pages unfolded around him. He counted them and found there were nine pages in total.

The newly acquired page of the ancient scroll, entangled in wisps of hazy purple air, filled in a blank page of the ancient scroll, which happened to be the fourth page.

At the moment when the remaining pages were continuing the ancient scroll, this Taiyi scroll, which originally only had some ancient charm, suddenly lit up with a hazy golden light that enveloped Shangguan Yun.

? !

Shangguan Yun's eyes suddenly condensed. As a cultivator, his most important spiritual consciousness was actually deprived of it in an instant by this hazy golden light and was transported into the depths of the ancient scroll, causing his breathing to stagnate.

Deep within this ancient scroll emitting a hazy golden glow, countless strands of the ancient rhyme of the vast avenue flowed past his spiritual body like a rushing river.

Deep in the long river of the avenue, the sound of the solemn ancient bells in old temples and the lingering fragrance of elixir that can revive the dead and sanctify them on the spot is wafting in the air.

Behind the ancient bell of Danxiang, profound array patterns and talismans all over the sky are taking the entire world into refining. Amid the clanging sounds of golden swords, there are immortal swords and magical treasures quietly floating in the void.

When all this passed by the young man like a passing show, his weak spiritual consciousness came to a dark and silent void where even the slightest light was extinguished.

In the four corners of this void, four cold sword intentions, like ten-thousand-year-old frost, carried with them murderous intent capable of killing immortals and Buddhas, flashed briefly in the depths of the fragments.

Although it was only a moment, but in that instant, he felt that his spiritual consciousness was as ethereal and rootless as a broken candle flame in front of the stars and the bright moon in front of the murderous intent that had been as frosty for thousands of years, as if it would be extinguished forever in just a moment.

When he came back to his senses, Shangguan Yun's eyes were solemn and he was sweating profusely as if he had fainted.

He looked at the scene in front of him, his expression was no longer as casual as before, but instead was solemn and dignified.

The fragments of the ancient scroll floating in front of his eyes were still incomplete, but they were filled with a bit of ancient charm. The fourth page was not blank, but was stitched together by purple air, with an extra page of golden light and ancient charm.

A line of gilded characters appeared for the first time in the cover of the Taiyi volume that had been silent for more than a decade.

[The vast chaos, without order and without end, the Great Dao has a beginning, which gives birth to Taiyi. One gives birth to yin and yang, two gives birth to the three talents, and three gives birth to all things, which is Taiyi]

"It's for Taiyi..." Shangguan Yun murmured the last part, calmed himself, and stretched out his fingertips.

This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. He doesn't want to become a prey that can be eaten at will by others, nor can he hide in Jiange forever and become the Marquis of Anle.

He wants to become an immortal.

As his fingertips lightly touched the ancient scroll, the next moment, the ancient scroll floating in front of him suddenly turned into a golden stream of light that swept into his forehead, causing his heart to tremble.

When he came to his senses, the incomplete ancient scroll with a lingering ancient charm was floating deep in his consciousness.

The golden light on it was no longer there, only some ancient charm remained, and the ancient scroll was surrounded by wisps of misty purple air, which hung down on his hazy and misty consciousness like weeping green willows.

The spiritual consciousness of a cultivator is the foundation of the cultivator. In the Qi Condensation Stage, it is in the form of a fog ball. After reaching the ninth stage of Qi Condensation, the hazy foggy spiritual consciousness will gradually condense into water droplets, storing water to form a spring. Only when the spiritual consciousness is constantly condensed can it be contained.

If one's foundation is not stable or one lacks talent, it is simply impossible to accumulate spiritual energy into a spring and keep the spiritual energy endless. Ultimately, one will be stuck at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, which is half condensed and half misty, for the rest of one's life.

This is also the reason why there are many cultivators who have reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation, but only one cultivator who can transform his spiritual consciousness and embody his spiritual power appears among thousands of cultivators who have reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation.

Shangguan Yun was surprised to find that his spiritual consciousness, in the face of this hazy purple air, was just like a fish about to die of thirst, greedily capturing every bit of purple air as much as possible.

Every time he captured a wisp of purple air, Shangguan Yun felt that his spiritual awareness had grown stronger, and at the same time, there were more things in his mind.

Just like a library, there are a wide variety of elixir recipes, alchemy techniques, medicinal material classics, elixir identification techniques, and even the use of alchemy furnaces and the techniques of refining medicinal materials, all of which continuously flow into his mind as he swallows the purple air like a rushing stream.

Shangguan Yun immediately crossed his legs, regulated his breathing, and practiced the Sword Pavilion technique of Bingqing Yuxin Jue, concentrating his mind and digesting the alchemy method he had obtained from the ancient scroll.

Not until the last wisp of hazy purple air on the ancient scroll was captured by his spiritual consciousness did he let out a long breath and opened his dark eyes.

After the last trace of purple air disappeared, the Taiyi fragment in his spiritual consciousness floated in the depths of his spiritual consciousness and no longer moved, but this time it had a more ancient charm.

"The method of refining pills... Unfortunately, I am a sword cultivator."

Shangguan Yun pinched his fingers to mobilize a few strands of spiritual energy and smiled bitterly.

Apparently, the fourth page of the ancient scroll records the art of alchemy, confirming the series of cursory scenes he saw deep inside the ancient scroll.

The nine-page ancient scroll, the fourth volume records the alchemy book, and it is still unknown what kind of creation the remaining eight volumes record, but this volume of alchemy book alone can be called a priceless treasure.

Alchemy, weapon refining, talismans, and formations, these four techniques are the other four methods of cultivation in this world besides cultivators. Every one of these four sects is highly respected in the world of cultivators.

This volume of alchemy book not only records all the methods of alchemy from ancient times to the present, but also includes all the recipes for elixirs and medicinal materials in the world, including the art of pharmacology and countless knowledge of elixirs.

However, although he had the method to make elixirs, being an alchemist was not easy.

Firstly, the alchemist's spiritual essence needs to be gentle and peaceful, and secondly, it requires extremely high control over the spiritual essence. This basically cuts off the possibility for martial artists to concurrently practice the duties of alchemists, and also results in alchemists having extremely low martial arts values, which cannot be compensated for by any high level of cultivation.

But...it's not impossible to give it a try...

He circled his fingertips, and a pill recipe appeared in his hand, with a smile on his lips.

[Shaping Veins Pill]: A fourth-grade medicinal pill. Ingredients: Cloud Veins Grass, Void Spirit Deer, and Stubborn Root Flower.

【Effect】: Reshape the meridians

Compared to the countless pill recipes and alchemy techniques in his mind, this pill recipe made him more delighted.

Although my aunt never told me the reason why her meridians were broken and her cultivation was lost, this fourth-grade elixir, the Veins-Shaping Pill, which has long been lost in the alchemy world today, should be able to help my aunt regain her cultivation and heal her injuries.

It is this medicinal material... It is quite difficult to find. According to the Dan Dian, the Xu Ling Lu and the Wan Gen Hua have been extinct in ancient times. No wonder this fourth-grade elixir recipe has been lost...

However, he did know that there was an area where these two medicinal herbs might be found.