The peaks of Aoyama were bathed in the morning sunlight. The Sword-Washing Stream emitted a golden glow, looking like a whip.
It was the first day for the new disciples.
Having just woken up, they stood by the stream and talked about the beautiful scenery while looking at it. What they talked about the most was that the Grandmaster Jingyang had used this whip to bind the Fairy Lady Bai Ren and then killed her with the Sword Formation of Aoyama.
A few hundred years later, few people knew the role the Snow Girl had played in that heaven-shaking battle, and even fewer people knew that the real whip had been taken away by Liu Shisui when he ascended, and what was left here was merely a stream of water.
As the morning sun rose in the distance, more than twenty new disciples, led by two masters, left the Sword-Washing Hall and went to the dreadful Sword Peak surrounded by clouds and fog all year round.
"According to the old rules, all the new disciples have to go up the mountain to look for the swords by themselves. It wasn't until last night that the Immortal Sect Master issued a decree, making the search for the swords the first task, and we'll bring you up the peak to travel. You're really lucky."
A master said this to the young disciples with a smile.
They were already at the top of the Sword Peak. The clouds and the formidable sword wills were parted by the sword amulets held in the hands of another master, so the young disciples could stay here. However, they were still startled when they heard the screech of the iron eagles coming from the top of the peak.
The two masters led the disciples to a cliff wall and ran down. The disciples didn't know why, but they knelt down and bowed to them. A master said with yearning and admiration, "The Immortal Layue cultivated the Acquired Shapeless Sword Body here …"
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By the seashore of the ancestral planet.
Two arc-shaped sword lights slashed toward the wheelchair soundlessly.
Shen Aoyama didn't turn his head around, as if he hadn't noticed it.
Yet, Qing 'er saw his eyes. They were so calm, but there were countless thunders in the deep end of his eyes.
A dreadful feeling arose in her heart.
If she were in Chaotian and saw the thunders on the top of Bihu Peak, she would know it was the same.
Boom!!! She didn't have enough time to react. The thunders formed by the sword wills exploded in her awareness.
The calm expression in Shen Aoyama's eyes turned indifferent.
Qing 'er's spiritual body suddenly weakened and she let out a mournful cry. Her life was actually in danger.
The sword lights on the beach suddenly stopped, and a hand could vaguely be seen reaching out.
Qing'er was summoned back.
Affected by this, Zhao Layue's sword momentum slowed down slightly.
The First Child Sword popped up from the sand. Pah!!! It was slapped onto the ground by an invisible force, unable to move.
She reappeared by the side of the wheelchair with the Green Sky Mirror in her hand.
The Green Sky Mirror dropped down like a mountain. A flame suddenly came out from the gloomy and complicated patterns.
A red carp emerged from the flames!
Shen Aoyama finally moved.
He turned his head to look.
Innumerable cracks appeared on the spiritual body of the red carp. He let out a painful shriek, recalling the terrible experience he had in the Heavenly Slaying Formation of the East Ocean hundreds of years ago. He swayed his tail in extreme fear.
The adult King of Fire Carps was a true divine animal and the most powerful trump card Zhao Layue had hidden in the Green Sky Mirror; but he still couldn't withstand a single glance from Shen Aoyama and was defeated.
Shen Aoyama's gaze passed through the shadow of the Green Sky Mirror and the mirror itself, and fell on Zhao Layue.
The shapeless sword body was suddenly broken by the endless sword wills in heaven and earth.
Zhao Layue flew up and landed on the beach. She knelt down on one knee and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
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The sky in the west was unusually red, like the color of blood. It was warm and red on the highest peak of Tianguang Peak. There was a sea of bamboos outside a manor cave, as if they were set ablaze. Every bamboo looked like a burning sword.
A dispute was taking place in the deep end of the bamboo forest. A young disciple stood on the same spot with his head lowered, listening to the lecture of his big brothers.
"How dare you cut the bamboos! What are you thinking? "
The disciple said in a low voice, "I intended to make a bamboo bed, but I didn't even cut two bamboos before …"
"You were caught? How do you know it's a 'catch'? "a big brother said angrily while looking at him," Don't you know this is the holy land of our Aoyama Sect? Who dares to cut these bamboos? "
The disciple retorted indignantly, "The sect rules don't say that the bamboos here can't be cut."
Another big brother was so angry that he laughed out, asking, "Do you know who planted the bamboos here? The Sage Liu planted them here many years ago. Do you think you are qualified to use them? "
Hearing this, the young disciple couldn't stand it any longer, exclaiming, "It's just a piece of bamboo. The Sage Liu is not a member of our Aoyama Sect; there's no need to do this. "
The big brother sneered and said, "You can ask anyone in the Cultivation circle and find out the relationship between the Sage Liu and our Aoyama Sect. And do you know whom he planted these bamboos for? If you don't know anything, just ask. Don't be stupid. "
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Liu Shisui didn't know that the juniors of the Aoyama Sect were arguing about the bamboos he planted.
If he knew about it, he would think it was not a big deal for the young disciple to cut some bamboos.
The few clusters of green bamboos had turned into a sea of bamboos, becoming a famous scene on Tianguang Peak.
There was only one Young Master, so he didn't need so many bamboos.
As for the young disciple's stupidity … he had no right to voice his opinion.
He seemed to be an honest, steady and even dull guy, but he was more muddle-headed than anybody else when it came to the actual situation.
For instance, as he stood in front of the wheelchair, he saw the Grandmaster didn't seem to have done anything, but Qing 'er's spiritual body was almost shattered, the King of Fire Carps came back in terror, and Zhao Layue's shapeless sword body was broken and she fell to the ground severely wounded … Yet, he didn't hesitate to take out the magic treasures and throw them at the Grandmaster.
It was rare to see someone use the magic treasures at such a close distance.
Of course, those magic treasures were the ones with the highest state and the most powerful magic treasures in Chaotian, so they were rare to begin with.
What was more shocking was that he employed all the magic treasures at the same time.
The purest Buddha light and the most ferocious devil flames came out from his back, turning into a dozen arms.
Each of his arms held a magic treasure.
The Royal Seal of the King Of The Underworld, the broken whip, the broken banner, the Dragon-Tail Inkstone, the Guard-City Pen … all of them fell down toward the wheelchair like a rainstorm.
The Lone Sword with a hint of fear flashed between his lips and shot toward the center of Shen Aoyama's eyebrows.
Boom!!! The dreadful energy waves exploded on the beach, and the magic treasures shot out in all directions like fireworks.
After a long while, everything had finally returned to its normal state.
The magic treasures faded away, and the dozen arms formed by the Buddha light and devil flames had gradually disintegrated and then vanished.
Liu Shisui retreated into the ocean, his face pale. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The ocean water was ignited instantly, forming a patch of fog.
Shen Aoyama sitting in the wheelchair could be vaguely seen amid the fog.
The wheels of the wheelchair sank a little toward the beach.
Shen Aoyama didn't show any change in his expression. Looking at Liu Shisui amid the flames in the ocean, a hint of appreciation showing in his eyes.
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The morning sunlight lit up the sea of bamboos on the Tianguang Peak and the Black Jade Plate among the peaks.
It was the place where the Shangde Peak used to be.
The Sword Jail and the hermit peaks had been there, but they were gone now.
Dead Dog had lived and worked here for many years. Ada had been a habitual grave-robber here, and the Snow Girl had been a prisoner here.
The Shangde Peak was black back then, but it was covered with white snow, looking rather monotonous.
Few people knew that Tong Yan had stayed here for many years.
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The energy caused by the collapse of the Sword Formation of the Solar System had faded away. The Mars had recovered its former desolation.
Sitting among the rocks, Yuan Qu and Yushan eyed each other. They suddenly recalled the scene when they had their first night talk on the Shangde Peak many years ago.
It was easy for humans to recall the past events at certain moments.
For instance, when they encountered a significant event.
They were worried about Jing Jiu, those guys and Dead Dog who had gone to the ancestral planet.
Que Niang was calculating something with her head lowered while sitting cross-legged on the ground. Her face grew paler and paler.
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The sandy beach was white.
Her eyebrows were black, no matter how faint they were.
Yet, the black Go pieces in the sky were turning white.
It was not an illusion caused by the sunlight, but the corrosion of the sword wills.
Tong Yan's chess playing was better than Que Niang's, and she was also better than Que Niang in this aspect; but it was still not enough.
All the black Go pieces in the sky had turned white, hovering in the air quietly.
"It's interesting," Shen Aoyama remarked.
The Go pieces in the sky were cut into pieces by the sword wills, falling down like the snow on the Shangde Peak.
Tong Yan sat back on the sandy beach slowly, her face even paler than the snow.
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None of the young disciples could get their own sword.
Led by their masters, they left the Sword Peak; but they didn't go back to the Hall of Sword Washing; instead, they went to a small building.
Many portraits were placed in the small building, most of which were of the Immortal Sect Masters of the past generations, and some of which were famous grandmasters in the history of the Cultivation circle and had made great contributions to the Aoyama Sect.
The last portrait was of the Immortal Zhuo Rusui, the previous Immortal Sect Master who had ascended.
Looking at the middle-aged man in the portrait, the young disciples had a strange feeling, but they didn't dare say anything.
"Do you feel that the drooping eyelids of the Great Grandmaster Zhuo look like he hasn't woken up yet?" the master asked with a smile.
The young disciples didn't dare respond.
The master said while shaking his head, "The Great Grandmaster Zhuo doesn't care what you think. Just bow to him."
The young disciples knelt down hastily and bowed to the Zhuo Rusui in the portrait, their minds pure and innocent.
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Zhuo Rusui had been sitting on the sandy beach for a while.
Those sand pagodas were destroyed, and his spirit was taken over by the sword wills of the Great Grandmaster; as such, he couldn't do anything else.
He saw the Immortal Tan come and leave, and then Jing Jiu and these guys came and started chatting with each other. He was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.
The Cultivation practitioners didn't need to rest for a long time, and they wouldn't feel sleepy either, not to mention that he was an ascended fairy man.
Those guys were well aware that when he felt sleepy, it meant one of two things.
He wanted to escape from something.
Or he wanted to kill someone in the next moment.
Which was the reason why his eyelids were drooping at this moment?
Zhuo Rusui lifted his head and opened his eyes completely; it was unclear if he sensed those new disciples kneeling in front of his portrait in the distant Chaotian. He sighed helplessly and reached out his hand toward the wheelchair. It was unclear if he sensed those new disciples kneeling in front of his portrait.
Countless fine sword wills left his fingers and formed a Sword Formation of Inherited Heaven at a high speed.
Everything here was the sword wills of the Great Grandmaster, and they could be combined according to his will. According to what Jing Jiu had said in Dayuan City, this was a Sword Formation of All in All in One.
How could he dismantle the Sword Formation of All in One? He intended to try using the Sword Formation of Inherited Heaven.
It was true that Zhuo Rusui didn't feel sleepy anymore, but he didn't dare think about whether he could kill the Great Grandmaster; all he wanted to do was to give it a try.
At least, he didn't evade it anymore.
As expected, the moment the sword wills left his fingers and formed the Inherited Heaven Sword, he sensed a distinct stagnation, which meant that he had finally come into contact with the Sword Formation of All in One.
Innumerable lines appeared on the sandy beach, weaving into a net.
The shapeless sword net spread out at an unimaginable speed and arrived on his body.
His clothes were torn to shreds, and the messy sword wills appeared on his fairy body, penetrating deep into his bones.
Zhuo Rusui didn't cough up blood, because the blood came out from the holes in the swords and ignited the sandy beach.
The grains of sand were soon burned into a glass-like object, which looked a bit dirty because of the impurities in it.
Looking at the objects, he sighed, his eyelids drooping again.
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By now, a few people who had the status of formal disciples of the Aoyama Sect had all struck.
One person hadn't struck yet.
He was the undisputed number one swordsman in Chaotian.
Peng Lang walked toward the Great Grandmaster while holding his sword.
He didn't use the sword style of the Ghost Sword that he had studied with Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui.
He didn't use the sword style of Aoyama taught by Jing Jiu the other night, and he didn't even use the sword style of the No-Mercy Sect.
His footsteps landed on the sandy beach. He didn't walk very fast, but his footprints were clear. However, the sword wills filling the sky couldn't stop him.
Seeing this, the expression on the face of the Fairy Swordsman En Sheng changed slightly.
Many years ago, the No-Mercy Sect was still sealed off from the outside world.
Bai Zhenren set up an ambush in the old emperor mausoleum and wounded Jing Jiu.
Later, the two of them went somewhere else to continue the fight.
Emperor Xiao walked out from the mausoleum and met a young disciple of the No-Mercy Sect who had entered the mausoleum less than one hundred years ago.
That young disciple was Peng Lang.
At that time, he walked towards Emperor Xiao and thrust the sword in his hand.
Emperor Xiao died like that, turning into yellow leaves filling the sky.
Not long ago on Mars, he was severely wounded by Chen Ya's scheme, and he walked back like that.
He thrust his sword forward regardless of whether the person in front of him was the Female Immortal, the Godly Hitting Master, or his own Great Grandmaster.
Peng Lang came before the wheelchair and thrust his sword forward.
The expression on Shen Aoyama's face grew serious.
This was the first time he had struck.
Two bony fingers appeared in the air and clamped down on the sword light.
It couldn't be described as two mountains, because it was impossible for a mountain to block this sword. The sword looked ordinary, but it was chosen by Ping Yong-Ka on the Sword Peak, and the person holding the sword was Peng Lang.
The two fingers were like heaven and earth.
Heaven and earth merged into one.
In fact, they didn't meet. The sword was caught by the fingers at a distance.
This was the first time that Peng Lang's sword had no effect.
Pah!!!
The sword bent more and more, and then suddenly broke into countless pieces.
The breaking continued forward to the hilt of the sword, and then to Peng Lang's hand holding the sword.
For some reason, the breaking stopped there, and didn't continue forward.
Shen Aoyama pulled back his gaze.
The ocean wind tousled his gray hair.
His body looked so skinny and weak.
Yet, his spiritual awareness was so powerful and invincible.
It was earth-shattering.
It was unprecedented.
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