The journey to the Twelve Sword Towers was a long one. From the Abandoned Sword Villa in the south to the north, it was a distance of 108,000 kilometers.
De Fu was quite loyal. Even though he knew that the Abandoned Sword Villa had provoked the Twelve Sword Towers, he still worked hard for Shen Zhenyi and arranged for the Earth Dragon Chariot.
However, when he was asked to go, he refused to go.
"I've had enough of the last trip to the Nine Heavens."
Escaping from death once was enough for the thrilling experience of life. There was no need to worry about it again.
Shen Zhenyi didn't force him to go, so he took Princess Long and Cynanchum Chinense on the Earth Dragon Chariot, crossing the entire World of Eight Cultivators and heading to the Heaven Dingtian Division in the north.
The Twelve Sword Towers and Wind Thunder City were both in the territory of the Heaven Dingtian Division. However, they had a special status and had their own fiefdoms. The sects of the Heaven Dingtian Division couldn't control them and had to look up to them.
It was precisely because the Twelve Sword Towers and Wind Thunder City were close to each other that they had many conflicts over the years.
Princess Long had a clearer understanding of the grievances between the two sects. Along the way, she explained to Shen Zhenyi and Cynanchum Chinense.
"That is to say, the founder was just a catalyst."
Cynanchum Chinense wasn't stupid. After thinking about it, she realized that the conflict between the two sects was irreconcilable. Unless they could merge into one sect, love wasn't the main point.
"That's natural."
Princess Long nodded. "However, the two sects did have a discussion about merging, but the founder's matter happened at this critical juncture, so the matter was left unsettled."
There were insightful people on both sides, and they understood that there was no benefit for the two sects to continue like this. If they could sincerely unite, they could become the head of the Eight Sects and become the number one sect in the world.
"If the two sects merge, they could even threaten the imperial power. I'm afraid that some people are unwilling."
Shen Zhenyi saw it more clearly.
Shen Zhenyi and Princess Bai Li were both proud and smart people. If it was said that they were in such an awkward situation because they were too young and impetuous, Shen Zhenyi wouldn't believe it.
From the looks of it now, it was likely that someone had set this up.
Shen Zhenyi was not interested in these dirty affairs of power and profit. Since they were not a threat to him, he did not think too much about it.
The journey was long, so he might as well practice his sword.
Shen Zhenyi refused to relax for even a moment. He was on the verge of breaking through these few days. It was precisely because he sensed it that he was willing to make this trip.
He instructed Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long to practice their Sword Qi. He, on the other hand, paid more attention to the cultivation of the Sword Intent and Sword God.
Even in the World of Eight Cultivators, in a battle between experts, not a single one of them could be missing. Thus, more attention was paid to the use of the mind and will.
In this aspect, Shen Zhenyi was far ahead of everyone else, but he couldn't just abandon his cultivation.
While Shen Zhenyi and the other two were practicing their swordsmanship, Shen Yizhou was not idle either.
Ever since he was beaten by his father with a bamboo whip when he was a child, he had never trained so hard.
The old madam contacted the four elders and promised them countless benefits in order to open up his meridians. Finally, he was able to push the Moonlit Dream Sword Technique to the dacheng level.
In order to consolidate his realm, he had been practicing hard in the backyard, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
"Yizhou's swordsmanship has now reached a certain level. It's not bad even in the Central Capital."
On this day, Shen Yizhou's good friend, the Penglai Prince of the Central Capital, came to visit. He was amazed by his swordsmanship.
Shen Yizhou was very proud and smiled. "Is this still useful? I'm afraid it won't enter the eyes of the Fang family. "
The Penglai Prince was very young, but his status was very high. He was inextricably linked to the royal family and had a mysterious background. Shen Yizhou knew this person through the old madam's relatives and had a good relationship with him.
His swordsmanship was also very good. It was much better than Shen Yizhou's swordsmanship back then. It could be said that he had taken a shortcut.
Now that Shen Yizhou's swordsmanship had greatly improved, he was naturally proud to boast in front of his good friend.
The Penglai Prince nodded. "Among the younger generation, your swordsmanship can at least be ranked in the top ten."
He gently praised, then suddenly frowned. "But I heard that the Third Young Master Shen has recently appeared in the South. His swordsmanship seems to be better than yours."
Why did he mention Shen Zhenyi again?
Shen Yizhou was shocked and angry. He suppressed his anger and asked, "Prince, have you seen Shen Zhenyi?"
The Penglai Prince nodded slightly and smiled. "His swordsmanship is indeed interesting. I heard that he will come to the Twelve Sword Towers soon?"
If one wanted to inquire, the news could not be hidden.
Since the Penglai Prince said so, Shen Zhenyi did not hide it anymore. He sighed and said, "Dirty linen should not be aired in public, but this Shen Zhenyi is from my eldest brother's branch. If he wants to come back, I can't stop him."
These words were half true and half false.
The Penglai Prince said seriously, "Otherwise, you are a legitimate descendant, so naturally you should be the successor of the Twelve Sword Towers. How can a bastard like him who came out of nowhere replace you? I see that your swordsmanship still has room for improvement. As long as you work harder, you will definitely beat him. "
Shen Yizhou was overjoyed. He humbly asked for guidance. "Please give me some pointers."
Shen Yizhou knew that the Penglai Prince was an expert in swordsmanship. Since he said so, he would give him some pointers. Shen Yizhou would definitely be able to improve by leaps and bounds.
The Penglai Prince smiled and whispered a few words into Shen Yizhou's ear. Shen Yizhou's expression changed slightly. He clenched his fists and finally nodded with a solemn expression.
A small mind is not a gentleman, and a great man is not ruthless.
As the Penglai Prince said, Shen Zhenyi must die!
Shen Yizhou did not need too much persuasion. He was already full of malice. As long as someone gave him a light push, he would naturally disregard everything.
He had already made preparations.
Ten days later, Shen Zhenyi arrived at the Twelve Sword Towers.
— — This sect was named this because in the beginning, martial artists who studied swordsmanship gathered here. Among them, the twelve most outstanding people each built a sword tower and comprehended swordsmanship here.
Later, the twelve towers merged into one, and the founder named it this way.
The Twelve Sword Towers of today were of course not as simple as they were at the beginning. Not to mention the fief under his control, the manor that surrounded the Twelve Sword Towers had a radius of a hundred miles. It was dozens of times larger than the Abandoned Sword Villa. This was the imposing manner of an old and powerful sect.
"We are here."
Shen Zhenyi looked at the plaque hanging high not far away. Revisiting the old place, he felt a sense of loss.
Of course, he had been to all the places related to swordsmanship. However, things were still the same, but people had changed. Those pure swordsmen had long been scattered by the wind. Most of them had turned into dust and could no longer be found.
There were no immortals in this world.
This was the limit of the world.
Shen Zhenyi sighed.
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