The two of them left. Xu Zhi was indifferent.
He continued to sit at the desk and read. The lamp flickered. The life of an ancient scholar was very romantic and pretentious.
In fact, Lady Medusa was too ruthless. She had no regard for human life and would kill based on her mood. She hated those who were dispirited and lost their drive. If he did not help her, she was destined to die.
He flipped through the pages and looked at the moon outside. He smiled. "Liu Wenjian, you have come back to life in the Pugilistic World. I hope you can bring me some surprises and push forward a new era for this transcendent world."
Not only was Medusa looking forward to ten years later, but he also hoped that ten years later, when the two worlds completely collided, he would show his most spectacular side and bloom into a beautiful flower. The collision of the two great civilizations would be epic.
At this time, in a sword-crafting villa, the flames in the furnace burned continuously.
Whoosh!
All kinds of divine gold and copper in the world were placed in front of her.
"Recast the heart of the sword." Medusa smiled and made a gesture of invitation.
"Okay!"
The girl smiled and took a big step forward. She once again extended her pale and delicate arm into the high temperature of the furnace. The intense pain reached the limit of the world, but she waved a small hammer to recast the Sick Sword.
Clang clang clang!
It was as if she wanted to be reborn in the flames.
She wanted to shatter her bones, her heart's blood, and her past dreams and pursuits. She wanted to reform them into a transparent celestial sword and cast herself in it.
Inside were her life's beliefs, her journey to the peak of the Pugilistic World, her suffering in the Sword Seeking Immortal Sect, and her thirty years of being sealed and lost in the mortal world … A famous painting blended into the flickering bright yellow flames.
Clang clang clang!
The entire sword-crafting villa began to be filled with Dao sounds, which gradually grew louder.
In the dark of the night, an old blacksmith in the villa was shocked. He suddenly stood up and walked out of the house. "Someone is forging a peerless divine sword! It's as if tens of thousands of deities in the celestial world are forging a sword! "
Buzz!
At this moment, in the nearby cities, the swords of countless swordsmen on the streets buzzed, emitting a soft sound as if they were trembling. "What a strong sword intent. The king of all weapons, a peerless divine sword has been born …"
"The broken sword has been reforged, the Butcher has returned."
Meng Mei smiled and looked into the distance. "Modusa is really an extreme person. He asked his opponent to fix his arm and then asked him to break it again … He's a beast!!"
The little fox, Hu Haihan, looked at her teacher. She didn't dare to slander him in public, but she kept speaking ill of him behind his back.
The cute girl had a look of longing on her face. As a Chinese, how could she not dream of becoming a Sword Immortal?
"Riding on the wind on my sword, I shall exterminate the demons between heaven and earth!"
The girl's eyes flickered with raging flames. "This is a sword immortal, an extreme Dao that cultivates the sword and not the body. A mortal's body is like an ancient blacksmith sacrificing his own flesh and blood to the sword, enduring the excruciating pain. With a long sword and a defiant will, he cleaves through the sky."
The path of sword immortals exuded a sense of defiance from beginning to end. It was defiance for mortals to defeat the strong despite being weak. It was defiance to endure the excruciating pain of losing an arm.
Bang!
Liu Wenjian chopped off the arm and continued forging.
With flesh and bones as the core and divine gold and purple copper as the handle, he hammered the small hammer repeatedly, flipping the bright red sword embryo.
Boom!
Gradually, the divine sword was formed and its sharpness shot into the sky.
In the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a white-haired old man wearing a black court robe was working at a desk, arranging documents. Behind him were two disciples who respectfully followed.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the lights flickered.
Hu Rennong suddenly put down the documents and stood up with large strides. He walked to the window with his hands behind his back. "There is an extreme sword intent erupting. It is shocking. A peerless swordsman has appeared. Send the Flying Swallow Envoy to the Southern Region to investigate this matter!"
"Yes, Prime Minister."
…
In the Earth Immortal Residence, a middle-aged elegant man was drinking under a tree. Behind him was a ginseng fruit tree with two boys. He suddenly stood up and laughed. "It's her, Liu Rentu. If you want to slaughter others, you must first slaughter yourself. She has returned!"
This sword intent was sensed by many. It disappeared in a flash and became a legend in the pugilistic world.
One month later, at night.
A girl with a broken arm was carrying a long sword on her back, studying at a desk. There were three people sitting side by side. Bai Xiaosheng sat in the middle, Medusa on his left and Liu Wenjian on his right. They studied together, as if they were three people in a classroom.
The three were discussing the Dao.
"Your teacher is Bai Xiaosheng, not me. He is anyone's best teacher and friend. He is pure and flawless." Medusa laughed. "These days, you have used his knowledge to gradually make up for your inadequacies. Although your body is clogged, by living with the sword and nourishing your life, you can extend your life."
"What is a sword?" Medusa suddenly asked.
The girl with a broken arm said, "Everyone says that the sword is a gentleman. But no matter how much it is beautified, the sword is still a weapon of slaughter. If you want to slaughter others, you must first slaughter yourself. Without the determination to kill yourself, it is not easy to kill."
"What is a Sword Immortal?" Medusa asked.
The girl with a broken arm answered. "The Sword Immortal lineage only strives for the present. Their lifespans are short. As a mortal's life, they do not seek eternity. They can fight the heavens and earth, slay all things in the world. Even as a mortal, they can cultivate to the extreme and slay a Celestial Emperor!"
The Sword Immortal lineage was not limited by one's realm.
That was why it was extremely terrifying.
For living beings to cultivate, they needed to wait for a long period of time. They had to progress step by step. As for the sword, it had a Sword Heart, which was also known as the dantian. The inner world cultivators often spoke of was similar to other living beings. They could cultivate to become stronger. Purple Palace, Dao Palace, Grotto-heaven … They did not need to progress like living beings.
The sword only needed to be constantly forged. As long as there was enough energy and materials, the sword could reach the Celestial Emperor realm in a day. However, man and sword were one. Once a mortal died, the sword would shatter.
"In the Dao of Sword Immortals, the sword is not affected by one's realm, but it is affected by the person wielding the sword. After all, ordinary people need to have the epiphany of the Grotto-Heaven realm to break through to the Grotto-Heaven realm. Although you are a mortal, your sword realm limits the realm of the sword. What realm have you reached?" Medusa asked.
"Although I am a mortal, my sword intent has already reached the sixth level of the Grotto-heaven realm." The girl with a broken arm said, "I only need a month. With enough materials and energy, I can recast the Sick Sword, allowing it to reach the sixth level again."
"Alright."
Medusa smiled and watched the girl with a broken arm leave.
She got up and closed the door. She smiled at Bai Xiaosheng and said, "What an extreme method. As long as you reach the realm as a mortal, you don't need to cultivate for a long time. After all, this is just a tool. However, her life is too short. I hope that before she dies of old age, she can fight with me … Sorcerers are equivalent exchanges. Her body, arm, and everything else are all lent to her. I will take them back sooner or later."
"Including the knowledge she received from you." She smiled faintly and looked at the scholar who was reading. She spoke her heart again. "I want to beat her to death!"
…
As the few of them traveled around the world, observing the local customs and practices, another few years passed. A piece of news spread throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The 337 year of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The great scholar, Hu Rennong, became a commoner. After a mortal's life, he finally opened up the path of divinity. He assisted in the reform, absorbed the dragon veins, and established the official system.
With the establishment of official tokens and deity positions, the Imperial Court was turned upside down. Their strength increased greatly. The great scholars of the Imperial Court were all talented and ruled over a region. Everywhere was thriving.
In just a few years, on the existing dragon veins, the cultivation of the great scholars that had been stagnant for countless years began to improve by leaps and bounds. Many old monsters of Dao Palace and even Grotto-Heaven levels appeared.
"There's a demigod standing in front of us. Can we win?" The Great Zhou Emperor whispered in the study.
"How will we know if we don't try?" Hu Rennong said.
The Great Zhou Emperor announced to the world:
"Heroes break the law with martial arts! All the sects in the world should be reported in the newspaper and be subject to regulation. They are not allowed to be chivalrous. There will be great scholars of the Imperial Court to guard the area and be tried in court. "
All the major Jianghu sects were established, and the martial artists of the sects were not convinced.
Heroes traveled the world with their swords and had a heroic spirit. Why should they listen to the jurisdiction of the Imperial Court?
All the major sects formed the Jianghu Alliance. The Earth Deity, Duan Qianyu, came out of seclusion and became the leader.
In less than seven days, the sects were scattered all over the land. The great scholars led by Hu Rennong surrounded and broke through the sects' mountain gates in an organized manner. There were heavy casualties.
"Leader, what should we do?"
"The Imperial Court is simply the largest cultivation sect in the world. They use the people as the foundation for cultivation."
The major sects and their leaders could not help but look worried.
"Assassinate that dog of an emperor." A strong man stood up in anger.
Duan Qianyu smiled and said, "The Great Zhou Emperor Zhou Changan and the Great Zhou Prime Minister Hu Rennong established the dragon veins. In the future, the people will live and work in peace and order. It will be difficult for the local great scholars to have evil officials. If they are tyrannical and evil, the people will be resentful and the incense offerings will not be enough … We can see the corrupt officials at a glance."
There was a charming woman holding a sword next to him. She laughed loudly and said, "I heard that it's a praise system?"
"It's a good policy."
Next to him, a burly man said in a low muffled voice. He held a black mace and said, "I don't read much. That dog of an emperor and the Great Zhou Prime Minister are indeed capable. The reform of the country, especially the praise of the people and incense offerings, is the foundation of their cultivation. This way, they can't occupy the latrine without taking a shit."
"Even so, we can't surrender!" A middle-aged man said elegantly, "We are martial artists. How can we surrender to those scholars? We stepped into the martial arts path with a heroic spirit. We don't want to be bound by the rules and be the dogs of the Imperial Court. "
Duan Qianyu sat on a high place and looked at the crowd with a firm gaze. He smiled and said, "With me around, the Imperial Court will not treat the sects unfairly!"
Most of the major sects had less than a hundred disciples. Instead of being surrounded and suppressed, Duan Qianyu ordered them to move their sects to the Northern Borderline to resist the Imperial Court.
Another day, the Great Zhou Emperor Zhou Changan said,
"In the barbaric Northern Borderline, there is a province that is not under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Court. The people there are valiant and chivalrous. The dragon veins cannot be extended. The Great Zhou Iron Cavalry will flatten it?"
"I am willing to go."
Hu Rennong's gaze was deep as he took a step forward.
Zhou Changan said, "Martial Arts Legend Duan Qianyu alone is the Sword Path. He is the entire Pugilistic World. Are you confident?"
The Great Zhou Dynasty Year 338.
The Imperial Teacher, Hu Rennong, led 10,000 tigers and wolves and countless scholars of the Imperial Court to Bei An.
The ground trembled slightly as the army swept over. It was a dark mass that gave off a murderous aura.
"Get into formation!"
Hu Rennong stepped forward, "Chivalrous people are bandits and have disrupted the Imperial Court. They should all be suppressed."
He waved his sleeves and lightning formed in the sky. He was about to attack the Martial Arts Alliance in front of him.
A swordsman was shocked.
This Hu Rennong could actually release such earth-shattering power?
Duan Qianyu stood on a high place and laughed, "He, Hu Rennong, has come slowly. He has set up camps and led a large number of troops. He is not fighting but laying the dragon veins along the way. He is leading the country's fate to fight with me. It is not something that humans can stop."
Everyone held their breaths.
He carried the fate of a country. How strong was the Great Zhou Nation's fate?
How could a martial arts hero fight against a country alone?
Duan Qianyu suddenly laughed, "With me here, the Imperial Court will not be unfair to the sects of the world!"
"But perhaps, this is no longer our era." He slowly drew his sword forward and looked at the old scholar.
The moment he drew his sword, heavenly thunder rumbled and endless flames rolled up. He collided with the fate of a country.
Sword God Duan Qianyu fought with Hu Rennong. Both sides erupted with the realm of Quasi-emperors.
A hundred miles away, a girl with a broken arm was washing her sword with wine in a house.
Although she had a mortal body, she already had the realm of a Quasi-emperor's grotto-heaven. Her body was washed by the sword will and all impurities were removed. She gave off a faint floral fragrance.
Although she still had the life and death of a mortal and her body was extremely weak, her eyes became extremely clear and beautiful. People could not help but get close to her.
"A sword immortal does not cultivate the body, only the sword!"
She continuously washed her sword with wine. Suddenly, she looked out of the window and laughed, striding out.
Swoosh!
She lightly jumped onto the long sword. The long sword turned into a stream of light and flew away, cutting through the clear sky.
As a mortal, it was difficult for her to ascend to the sky. But she could fly on the sword. After flying for a while, she suddenly saw the two groups of people on the ground.
Hu Rennong and Duan Qianyu were fighting.
Hu Rennong was her senior brother. They were both disciples of Bai Xiaosheng. Duan Qianyu was his senior in martial arts. He was indebted to him.
Whoosh!
She suddenly leaped up and fell from the sky with her sword in one hand. The wind whistled in her ears as she slowly swung her sword toward the ground.
In an instant, the wind and clouds gathered.
The huge sword qi directly condensed into a substance. It was as if this sword had slashed down from the sky. There were endless worlds, flowers, birds, insects, and fish. It seemed to separate the two worlds and form a huge barrier.
Rumble!
The ground was split open!
Inch by inch, the ground protruded and turned into a rugged and towering mountain range. It separated the people of the two sides.
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