Zhang Yan rode on the clouds, and after traveling for half an hour, he arrived in front of Qinghong Palace. He slowly descended in front of the hall, and said to the deacon Daoist who was guarding the door, "May I trouble this Daoist priest to pass on a message that Wu Cang's disciple, Zhang Yan, has already refined the sword pellet, and is here to seek an audience with Sect Master Yue."
The Daoist deacon cupped his hands and smiled. "Sect Master has already informed you. If you're here, you can go in."
Zhang Yan cupped his hands to him, flicked his sleeve, and walked in. He still arrived at the abode from before, and he saw Yue Xuanxiao standing there with a jade slip in his hand. Yue Xuanxiao seemed to be carefully reading the jade slip, and he would occasionally draw something on it. Zhang Yan didn't move forward to disturb Yue Xuanxiao and just waited patiently at the side.
After two hours, Yue Xuanxiao put down the scroll and looked at him. He said, "Take out the Sword Pill and let me take a look."
Zhang Yan nodded and guided the Qinghong Sword Pill out. However, at this moment, the feeling of imperfection appeared in his heart again.
At this moment, Yue Xuanxiao suddenly waved his sleeve.
Zhang Yan's heart shook as if he had regained something he had lost. Then, he heard a loud and clear sword chime. In an instant, the entire cave was filled with sword lights. Spiritual Qi surged, and buzzing sounds could be heard.
When he calmed down, he looked around and saw a total of 108 sword lights floating in the room and slowly circulating around him.
Yue Xuanxiao sighed. "You're not a proper disciple, but you can transform into 108 sword lights. With such talent, why aren't you a disciple of Shaoqing? Forget it. It's fate that I can guide you. I can take a look at your Sword Pill. With this foundation, I can teach you the Sword Inheritance Method. Let me ask you, which branch of the Three Lineages Sword Inheritance do you want to learn? "
Zhang Yan had thought about this before he came, so he didn't hesitate. He cupped his hands and said, "I'm willing to learn the Sword Transformation Method."
Yue Xuanxiao smiled and said, "I don't know if I should say that your luck is good or bad. If you chose the other two branches, then I could guide you to look for the elders in the sect. However, since you chose the Sword Transformation Realm, then there's no need for you to run around. The Sword Transformation Realm doesn't follow any rules, and it all depends on your own comprehension. So, I can only pass down my Dao to you. I can't teach you anything. "She waved at him and pointed at the table." Come and look at this jade scroll. "
Zhang Yan walked up to the table. He was referring to the Jade Scroll Just Now. It was spread out on the table. However, the handwriting on it was all written in the Erosion Scroll, and there were lines of small characters embedded in the gaps between the lines. It should be the trick of the incantation that was deduced from this.
And look at the notes. However, it was not written by the same person. His heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself, "Could it be written by Ancestor Qinghong himself?"
Yue Xuanxiao said, "Take this slip and read it first. I will only lend it to you for a month. How much you can read will depend on your luck."
This Daoist book was indeed written by Daoist Qinghong. The notes in it were interpreted by Daoist Dongtian who practiced the Sword Transformation Technique.
This wasn't because Yue Xuanxiao was generous. It was because the Sword Transformation Sect was full of variations. Everyone learned different things, and there were very few precedents. They could only trace back to the source and comprehend the Eroded Runes Original Book.
As for the Erosion Scrolls, everyone had a different understanding of it. Therefore, the notes of the predecessors could only be used as a reference. If he copied it completely, he would not be able to achieve much.
Zhang Yan put away the Jade Scroll and bowed solemnly. He said, "I will return after a month to return the Jade Scroll."
Yue Xuanxiao waved his sleeve and smiled. "There is no need. I am not treating you harshly. The people who studied this book in the past only have a period of one month. When the time is up, they will fly back. Even if you want to read it for a while, you can't."
Zhang Yan nodded and was about to leave. He looked around and saw that the sword ball was still floating around him. With a slight change of heart, the sword ball flew back into his avatar like a tired bird returning to the forest.
Yue Xuanxiao said, "Although your sword ball has been refined, it does not mean that it has been successfully refined. In the future, you still need to nourish it from time to time so that its spirituality will not deteriorate."
Zhang Yan hurriedly expressed that he was enlightened. He said, "Thank you for your guidance, Daoist."
Everyone in the Shaoqing Sect refined their sword ball day and night without stopping. Even if their sword ball was slightly inferior to their peers, it did not mean that they would not be able to catch up in the future.
This Qinghong Sword Ball was only for him to temporarily close the distance between them. As for what would happen in the future, it would depend on everyone's luck and hard work.
However, Zhang Yan was not a sword cultivator. He only saw it as one of his life-saving methods. Even if his sword technique was not as good as the Shaoqing disciples, it was not something shameful. If he really wanted to fight, he could use many methods and was confident that he would be able to gain an advantage elsewhere.
After he excused himself from Qinghong Palace, he didn't purposely not take the sword pellet when he came. As soon as he left the room, he took out his sword. In a split second, a spot of clear light circulated and enveloped his body. From the ground, he plucked a streak of spiritual sword qi that traversed the sky and flew towards Xun Huaiying's Immortal's cave.
Not long after, he entered the sword platform. A profound light flashed in front of him. It was the disciple with the surname Fang. He greeted loudly, "Martial Uncle Zhang, that cave was used to receive guests. It has not been inhabited for a long time. The plants are not flourishing, and the spirituality is not abundant. I have already built another cave for martial uncle on the flying altar. Please follow me, martial uncle."
Zhang Yan did not care where the cave was. Seeing that the disciple had good intentions, he did not refuse and followed him to the high hanging altar. He asked, "Where's your master?"
The disciple with the surname Fang said respectfully, "He seems to have something important. He left the cave in a hurry Just Now."
Zhang Yan nodded slightly. Not long after, the two entered a spacious cave. The outside of the cave was filled with flowers and grass. There was even a stream flowing in front of the door. It looked much better than the place he was at yesterday. He praised, "Martial nephew, you are very thoughtful."
The disciple with the surname Fang said, "This is what a martial nephew should do."
Zhang Yan smiled and took out a bottle of superior pills from his sleeve. He passed it to the disciple and said, "You are a Shaoqing disciple and a disciple of Daoist Xun. I believe you do not lack any external items for cultivation. This bottle of pills was refined by my master. It has the effect of extending severed limbs. I have no use for it now, so I'll give it to you."
The disciple with the surname Fang accepted it generously and bowed. "Thank you, Martial Uncle." He bowed again and went down the mountain.
When Zhang Yan arrived at the entrance of the cave, he waved his sleeve gently and activated the restriction. He sat cross-legged on the couch and took out the jade slip, opening it slowly in front of him.
A month was not a long time, but it was not a short time either. He had to make good use of his time. However, when he scanned through it, his gaze froze. Just Now, he did not feel anything. But now, he saw that the inscriptions on the jade slip were swimming around like tadpoles. They were unusually messy and without any order. He could not tell where the end was. Where was the end? The only thing that remained unchanged was the note between the words.
He frowned slightly and thought, "According to Sect Master Yue Just Now, disciples of the Mortal Sword lineage have to study this jade slip. If it's like this, I don't believe that many people can understand it. There must be a trick to it!"
But why was there no such situation in the cave? After thinking carefully, his eyes suddenly flashed. He took out the sword pellet. With a thought, he commanded the sword light to split into one hundred and eight flashing sword lights. He then stared at the jade slip.
As expected. The sword light appeared. The inscriptions on the jade slip seemed to be attracted. They no longer ran around randomly and settled down. But after a while. Then, they all took their positions.
He shook his head. Fortunately, he did not neglect this point. If those who were obsessed or thought that it was supposed to be like this and only read the notes, they would have missed the opportunity.
After calming himself down, he reached into his sleeve and held the remnant jade. As he looked at the jade slip, he started to deduce. Two or three days later, he looked at the writings of the predecessors and felt a sense of heroism. He thought to himself, "If others can write it, why can't I?"
He was extremely talented in the path of inscriptions and had the remnant jade to deduce. He knew that compared to the predecessors, he was only lacking in skills, but he might not lose in this path.
Feeling excited, he took a brush, ink, and bamboo slip from the table and wrote down the words he deduced using the inscriptions.
He originally wanted to record it in another book after he finished deducing and then hand it to Sect Master Yue for evaluation.
However, he did not expect that every time he deciphered a line of inscriptions, the same line would appear in the jade slip. However, he focused all his attention on the remnant jade and did not pay attention to it at all.
Just as he was deducing the inscriptions with all his might, a large ship appeared outside the mountain. Majestic spirit clouds spread out for dozens of miles. This ship was pulled by sixteen Southern Cliff Continent stone qilins. There were a total of one thousand and three hundred people standing on the spirit clouds. It was an impressive sight as it headed toward the mountain gate of Shaoqing Sect.
This was the Dharma carriage of the envoy from Yuxiao school. The leader of the ship was the disciple of Dingyang's Zhou family, Zhou Qiao. He was tall and had skin like a baby. He had five wisps of beard and a warm smile. His appearance was elegant, and there were two stars above his head that flickered like candles.
In the last sword battle, Yuxiao school did not obtain Jun Yang's essence, and they even lost three disciples. Two of them were from the Zhou family's direct bloodline.
Although the Zhou family had deep roots and could not do much with the loss of one or two disciples, Shaoqing and Yuxiao, who were also from the Three Great Mystical Sects, had successfully obtained Jun Yang's essence. With such a comparison, it was undoubtedly a blow to the mountain gate's reputation.
This time, Qincang sent an envoy. Zhang Yan had stayed in Shaoqing for thirty years. Although there were rumors that he went up the mountain to practice swordsmanship, Yuxiao school did not believe it. They only thought that the news was deliberately released, but in fact, there were other plans. Thus, they sent the envoy here to test the two sects' intentions.
The large ship quickly arrived under the two mountains, Chuiyun and Sun-Seeing. A wisp of cloud in front of them parted, and a handsome Daoist with starry eyes and white teeth came out to welcome them. He greeted them repeatedly, "Daoist Zhou, sorry for not going out to meet you."
Zhou Hang took a look at this person's appearance and knew that he was the eldest disciple of Ying Chunqiu, Ran Xiushu. He smiled and returned the greeting. "Daoist Ran, you're too kind."
Ran Xiushu came up and exchanged some pleasantries with him before leading him to the mountain.
Zhou Hang did not speak for a long time. When they were about to reach the funeral home, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Daoist Ran, I heard that when Qincang's envoy came to your mountain gate, your sect sent people three thousand miles to welcome them. Is this true?"
Ran Xiushu was stunned. He was not a quick-witted person, so he did not know how to answer.
Zhou Hang smiled and asked again, "I heard that when Qincang's envoy came here, your sect opened the mountain gate formation to welcome them as a sign of respect. Is this true?"
Ran Xiushu found it even more difficult to answer. When he came here, his master had reminded him to be polite and not to deal with things casually. If he answered truthfully, and the other party asked why he did not do the same for Yuxiao, it might cause discord between the two sects. He felt a headache.
Zhou Hang snorted and asked again, "I heard that Qincang's envoy came here to learn your sect's sword technique. Is this true?"
He asked three questions in a row, but Ran Xiushu could not answer any of them. After a moment of silence, he suddenly shook his sleeve and a sword light flew out and hovered above his head. Immediately, a bright light shone down. Yuxiao's envoy sensed the sword qi on it and his expression changed slightly.
Zhou Bao was taken aback. "What do you mean, fellow cultivator?"
Ran Xiushu said loudly, "I, Shaoqing, use swords to determine victory and defeat. As long as you can defeat the sword in my hand, you can ask all you want, and I will answer you truthfully. If you lose, don't ever speak again!"
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