After many years, when Wang Yan returned to the Tai Yue Mountains and looked at the majestic Sword Greeting Mountain, he felt inexplicably complicated. Back then, he was able to leave the mountain because of Chen Tong's kindness and escape death. He was like a fledgling that flew into Jianghu. It had only been a few years, but now he was already a famous figure and knew too many things. Everything was different from before. (Novel) |
"Let's go."
Liu Zhaoxian called out to Wang Yan, then tapped his feet and flew straight up the Thousand Feet Precipice at the back of the Sword Greeting Mountain. Seeing this, Wang Yan did not waste any more time. He took a deep breath and pulled Bai Moli into his arms, saying, "Hold on tight."
Before he finished speaking, without waiting for Bai Moli to react, Wang Yan's feet tapped on the ground repeatedly as he soared into the air. Following that, his body swayed like a flood dragon coming out of the water, bringing Bai Moli along as he soared into the sky. This was Wang Yan using the high-tier movement technique he had learned in the Vast Heaven Cave — Nine Dragons Leap.
In the months since he returned to the sect from Huanzhen Mountain, Wang Yan had not stopped cultivating. Although he had not thoroughly understood the profound skills like the Celestial Gourd Formula of Qi Accumulation, his original skills had been trained step by step, and new skills like Nine Dragons Leap, which he had learned step by step, were also beginners.
Now, Wang Yan was no longer the fledgling that left the mountain. He had the superior lifting technique from the secret land of the Pure Moon Sect, and his own inner strength was close to two cycles of sixty years. The Thousand Feet Precipice, which was impossible for him to climb with Qi in the past, was nothing to him now.
Tap tap …
As he stepped in the air, Wang Yan's figure did not stop, relying on the inner strength in his body to support himself in the air. He did not stop at all. Even though he was carrying Bai Moli, his speed was still astonishing. In less than ten breaths, he had reached a height of a thousand feet. Between the clouds and mist, the peak of the back of the Sword Greeting Mountain was faintly in sight.
The peak of the back mountain of the Sword Reverence Mountain was like the edge of a gigantic sword that could prop up the heavens. The sharp edge of the sword pierced through the clouds, as though it wanted to pierce a hole through the heavens. However, Wang Yan didn't think much of it. The current him had seen too many scenes, and he knew too much of the truth. It was already difficult for him to be shaken by external objects. But Bai Moli was different. Although she had followed Wang Yan all the way here, she did not know how Wang Yan would bring her back to the sect. Now that she had flown a thousand feet in the air in Wang Yan's arms, she could not help but feel a sense of worship when she saw the awe-inspiring peak of the back of the Sword Greeting Mountain.
After a while, when Bai Moli recovered from the shock, she found that she was already on the peak, and Wang Yan was standing next to her.
Phew …
Wang Yan let out a long breath. Although his cultivation had gradually deepened, flying up the Thousand Feet Precipice with Bai Moli in one breath had consumed more than half of the inner strength of two cycles of sixty years. His body also felt a little empty, which showed that the lifting technique consumed a lot of energy.
But according to the rules of the Aojian Villa, those who could fly over the Thousand Feet Precipice on their own had the strength of a Peerless Master, and could already become a true disciple. But this did not mean much to Wang Yan. After returning to the sect, the Villa Master would personally rectify his name, and as a personal disciple of Duan Henan, he would naturally become a true disciple.
After a short rest, Wang Yan looked at Bai Moli beside him and said, "From now on, you want me to stay with you in the Aojian Villa. What do you think?"
At this moment, Bai Moli only had one thought in her mind, and she immediately said, "Master, I want to learn swordsmanship."
Hearing this, Wang Yan smiled and said, "Alright."
After saying this, Wang Yan looked at Liu Zhaoxian who was not far away. Liu Zhaoxian sensed it and turned back to look at him. He then said, "Let's part here. After you return to the sect, I'm afraid you will be entangled with all kinds of worldly affairs. You won't be lacking in fame and fortune, but I hope you won't forget the Dao in your heart and be tempted by worldly things."
Liu Zhaoxian was reminding him out of kindness, and Wang Yan naturally understood. He also knew that now that he was valued by the Villa Master and had made a name for himself in the Northern Victory Province, there would be a lot of trouble when he returned to the sect. But his Dao heart was already firm, so how could he be disturbed by mere fame and fortune?
However, Wang Yan still cupped his hands at Liu Zhaoxian and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. Wang Yan will remember it."
Liu Zhaoxian nodded and said, "As for that matter, when the time is right, I will send someone to inform you. In addition, you should think about what you said about Young Master Tian Que before. As for the treacherous means of the invitation, it is just a cultivator's Spiritual Energy mark. Although the Spiritual Energy mark of the Blood Melt Sect is a little sinister, I have already helped you remove it when you first met me. You don't need to worry anymore. "
After saying this, Liu Zhaoxian did not wait for Wang Yan's reaction and floated down the mountain.
Watching Liu Zhaoxian's back disappear into the distance, Wang Yan just stood there quietly. After a while, he heard the sound of a strong wind behind him. It was Guibo and Miss Four. After the two of them adjusted their breathing and recovered, Wang Yan followed Guibo into the Sword Reverence Mountain.
Wang Yan's schedule for returning to the sect had been set. He first had to meet the Villa Master with Miss Four, and then he had to meet his Master in Duan Henan. Perhaps he also had to meet his Master in Duan Henan. These were also common customs, but they were unavoidable. After all, without the protection of the sect, Wang Yan could not have made it to where he was today.
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Wang Yan followed Guibo and Miss Four to a pavilion that was shaped like the edge of a sword. This pavilion was the Sword Reverence Pavilion in the Sword Reverence Mountain. This was the cultivation place of the previous Villa Masters of the Aojian Villa, and the current Villa Master was no exception.
"Villa Master, Miss Four and Wang Yan have arrived."
Guibo announced from outside the pavilion. After a few breaths, a voice came from inside the pavilion, saying, "Come in."
The moment the voice came out, the doors of the Sword Reverence Pavilion opened by itself. Miss Four was the first to enter, and Wang Yan followed closely behind. When they entered the pavilion, Wang Yan saw that there were many sword racks in the Sword Reverence Pavilion. Countless swords were either placed on the sword racks or hung on the walls of the pavilion. Dense sword wills intertwined with each other, and the entire pavilion seemed to be filled with killing intent. Every step he took could trigger the killing intent of the countless sword wills, and he would be shredded into a thousand pieces.
Feeling this, Wang Yan was slightly startled, but he quickly understood. The swords in the Sword Reverence Pavilion were the beloved swords of the previous generations of the top swordsmen of the Aojian Villa. These swords were refined by the swordsmen with their blood, and even though the swordsmen were long gone, the sword wills that tainted these swords were similar to the sword wills left behind in the sand. And these swords were nourished by the Aojian Villa through special means, so the sword wills that tainted them would not fade away for a long time, resulting in the current situation.
But with Wang Yan's current cultivation base, he was not afraid of these ownerless sword wills. After understanding the crux of the matter, he immediately took a big step forward, without the slightest bit of fear. But just as he took a step forward, the thousand swords in the pavilion all hummed in unison, and at the same time, the Sword Of Hell on Wang Yan's waist began to vibrate.
And at this moment, a deep and powerful voice sounded.
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