The path of the sword obviously cultivated the sword. Of course the sword was important. Only … was it really that important? Other than affecting battle prowess, could it really turn around and affect the cultivation of the user?
The sword in Su Li's hand came from the smithy in that small town at the base of Mount Li. It was personally forged by the not-so-famous smithy, Luo Dagen. It had cost him a lot of silver and taken half a day. It had already been with him for more than twenty years. Holding this ordinary longsword that could not be called a divine weapon no matter how one looked at it, he was still the world's number one in the path of the sword. Before the edge of his sword, anyone who blocked it would be forced to retreat. Not too long ago, he had even beheaded a Demon General.
It was also precisely because of this ordinary sword that the Mount Li Sword Sect's attitude towards swords that returned to their natural state became the norm. The Divine State's Seven Laws and the other young disciples, out of admiration for their Junior Martial Granduncle, all followed suit. Qiushan Jun clearly possessed the extremely famous Dragonscale Sword, but when he traversed the continent and even fought with the demon experts for the key to the Garden of Zhou, he was only willing to use an ordinary longsword. That sword also came from that small town at the base of Mount Li, also came from that smithy, and also only cost a few silver coins. Guan Feibai was also like this. However, this did not affect the status of Qiushan Jun and Guan Feibai in the younger generation of experts of the continent. Holding ordinary steel swords, they were also people of the Divine State's laws.
"Some foolish and stubborn people might not understand this point." Black Robe gently wiped away a few snowflakes on the square plate and calmly said to Su Li, "But I understand that as long as you can't find that sword, then whether it's the Killing Autumn in Scholartree Manor or the inferior sword in your hand from the smithy, it doesn't make any difference to you."
"Yes." Su Li was silent for a while, then said, "I really am lacking a sword, and I've always been searching for that sword."
Many years ago, he had been brought from his hometown to Mount Li by his master. After traversing several dozen li of mountain paths, he entered the sect and became an inner disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect. He used a very short amount of time to grasp the secrets of the Mount Li Sword Sect, and his talent in the path of the sword gradually revealed itself. He received the love of all his senior brothers and sisters and the reverence of his martial nephews. However, he never had his own sword.
When the Crimson Rock Peak's training hall was divided into swords, he did not choose one. Every day when he practiced with the sword and when he practiced with his senior brothers, he used a wooden sword. His senior brothers asked him why he did not want to choose a sword, and he said that he did not like the swords in the training hall. In fact, he had another thought in his heart — those swords did not like him either, and they all avoided him.
An entire year had passed, and he had completed the study of the basic sword techniques. He had a basic understanding of the true meaning of the sword, and he was finally qualified to enter the peak and enter his master's abode. His master was the Sect Master of the Mount Li Sword Sect, a peerless expert of the sword publicly acknowledged by the entire continent. But he did not listen to what his master was saying at all. He only looked at the sword hanging on the wall behind his master.
The sheath of the sword was pitch-black, made of some unknown material. The sword was in the sheath, and its true appearance could not be seen, but for some reason, when he looked at the sword, he became happy, happy, and wanted to dance with joy. He wanted to take it, hold it in his bosom, hug it to sleep, or even bathe. What made him even happier was that the sword in the sheath emitted a pleasant and gentle hum, as if it was responding to his joy and simultaneously expressing its own goodwill.
At the time, Su Li naturally did not know that this sword was the sword of the Sect Master of the Mount Li Sword Sect, the famed Heaven Shrouding Sword ranked in the top ten of the Tier of Legendary Weapons.
The Sect Master of the Mount Li Sword Sect was rather flabbergasted. His sword was a peerless and vicious sword, incomparably sharp, extremely cold, and most capable of severing all emotions. Why did it emit such a gentle sword hum today, and why was it so gentle to this little boy? What did this mean? Then he began to laugh. Because Su Li was his only disciple, it was only natural that this sword be passed down in the future. Now it seemed that man and sword never grew tired of each other, which was truly excellent.
On that day, Su Li received a promise from his master that this sword would be passed down to him in the future. This made him extremely happy, so much so that when his master spanked him for breaking the sect rules thirty-seven times in the past year and made him copy the sword manual five hundred times, he did not, in a rare instance, talk back.
And then … his master entered the Garden of Zhou. And then, there was no 'then'. His master never came back. That sword also never returned. Su Li cried for three days and three nights at the peak of Mount Li, and then went into a daze for seven days and seven nights. Only then did he wake up and once again immerse himself in cultivating the path of the sword. However, this time, his senior brothers and sisters realized that there was an extra sword at his waist.
That sword came from the small town at the foot of Mount Li, from that unremarkable smithy. It came from the hands of an unfamous blacksmith at the time, the grandfather of the current blacksmith, Luo Dagen.
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Spring passed and autumn came. The years gradually passed. Su Li's path of the sword had just begun, and he left Mount Li for the Garden of Zhou.
In the following decades, he would enter the Garden of Zhou once every ten years. This naturally also meant that in those decades, the control of the Garden of Zhou was always in the hands of humans. The demons were never able to encroach upon it. The reason for this was because he wanted to enter the Garden of Zhou. Who could steal the key to the Garden of Zhou from under his sword?
He had two goals in entering the Garden of Zhou. First, he wanted to confirm whether Zhou Dufu was dead or alive. If the number one expert under the starry sky was already dead, then everything would naturally be over. If he was still alive, he wanted to know just how great the gap between them was, and how much time he, who was at the upper level of Ethereal Opening, needed to defeat this person.
Secondly, he wanted to find that sword that had disappeared in the Garden of Zhou. Perhaps the starry sky had never let anyone down, or perhaps the famous sword that shrouded the heavens felt his longing, but when he entered the Garden of Zhou for the last time, Su Li actually found it in the forest by the stream. At the same time, this sword also became the first and only sword that had been found since the opening of the Garden of Zhou.
However, the sword intent of the sword had already completely disappeared, leaving only the body of the sword. Although the material of the sword was still a rare and precious treasure that was hard to find in the world, it was no longer the sword of the past.
The famous sword was the same as before, only the elegance was no longer there.
Su Li stood by the stream in silence for a very long time, before finally accepting this fact.
The sword was still there, but the sword intent was no longer there. It turned out that his master … really was no longer there.
Bringing the sword that had already lost its soul, Su Li left the Garden of Zhou and went to the distant Wenshui Tangs. He found the Tang Old Master who would occasionally personally take action, hoping that he could think of a way to revive the sword. What sort of status did the Tang Old Master have? How could he care about the almost idiotic request of a second-generation disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect? Su Li only did one thing. He stood on the stone dam hidden deep in the mountains of the Wenshui Tangs. In a single night, he broke through several realms from the upper level of Ethereal Opening to the peak of Star Condensation.
As the wealthiest person on the continent, the Tang Old Master was most skilled at recognizing goods. He knew that Su Li was displaying his value to him, and he admitted that Su Li definitely had this value. As a result, he changed his mind without hesitation and began to purchase precious materials from all over the place, attempting to revive the famous sword according to Su Li's request.
Regretfully, not even the Wenshui Tangs were able to completely fulfill Su Li's request.
His recollection ended here. Because of what happened afterwards, even he, who was always the most free and unrestrained, or perhaps the most thick-skinned, still felt rather embarrassed.
He gazed at the shadow in the night sky and sensed the Demon Lord's unfathomable will. With a slight sneer, he thought, if that sword could come back to life and I'm holding it in my hand, what do you have to say about it?
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The shadow in the sky grew lower and lower, as if it wanted to connect with the distant plains.
Chen Changsheng gripped the Yellow Paper Umbrella and looked at this scene, as well as the cold and deathly stillness in the eyes of those terrifying monsters in the monster tide. He did not know why.
He did not know that the shadow in the sky was the projection of the Great Peng. He did not know that this Great Peng that was already half a step into the Divine Domain was Zhou Dufu's mount. He also did not know that the sword intent returning to the Yellow Paper Umbrella meant that the Sword Pool could appear at any time. To that terrifying Great Peng, this was a great provocation.
Nanke's black hair draped over her shoulders. It was soaked by the rain and appeared extremely messy. Her small face was pale and the indifference in her eyes had long since been replaced by anger. In the previous exchange, even though they were separated by over a hundred zhang, that swift and fierce sword intent had still injured her. She did not understand why the sword intent would become so terrifying after entering the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
"So what if your sword intent is powerful? You don't understand sword styles. How long can you last with just sword intent!? "
Hearing the voice of this little demon girl, Chen Changsheng originally wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not. He had no way of solving this problem, and in reality, even if he solved the problem of the sword intent not being able to be consumed endlessly, he still had no way of solving the monster tide that was like an ocean around the mausoleum.
With a clear, angry cry, a cold wind suddenly rose on the divine path. The heavy and wet skirt fluttered, and the rainwater shifted. Nanke raised her sword and slashed again.
Two sword glows shot out from the edge of the Southern Cross Sword. Like two rivers of stars, they followed the perfectly straight divine path and slashed towards Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng raised the Yellow Paper Umbrella to meet them. Several hundred tiny sword gusts appeared on the surface of the umbrella, accompanied by the densely packed sounds of cutting. The unimaginably swift and fierce sword intent directly cut apart the two rivers of stars, and then instantly chopped them into countless pieces. The stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum was filled with specks of starlight, floating like a sea of fireflies.
Just at this moment, the sound of a zither rang out.
The ground at the bottom of the divine path had long been soaked by the torrential rain. The old man sat cross-legged in the rain, with the zither placed horizontally in front of his knees. He lowered his head and concentrated on playing a tune.
The old man was an elder of the Candle Shadow Shamans, and he was most proficient in spiritual attacks. The zither sounds that seemed like gurgling water hid many dangers. The rain fell from the sky, and along with the tapping of his old fingers, they plucked the zither strings. Then, they were shaken into a mist by the vibrations of the zither strings. Accompanied by the clanging or gentle zither sounds, a few objects faintly appeared in the mist.
Those were not real objects, but powerful spiritual wills. They were like mountain ghosts, or like shamanic tigers. They suddenly left the zither on the old man's knees, and like a hurricane, they arrived on the stone platform. They did not blow away the specks of starlight that were like a sea of fireflies, but they very strangely avoided the Yellow Paper Umbrella. They turned into several gusts of cold wind, and landed on Chen Changsheng's face.
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(At this critical moment, I did not hesitate to write about this famed sword that had disappeared. Everyone should understand the reason. From the very beginning, this large article in the Garden of Zhou was to rely on this sword to add luster to me. I hope that the final result will satisfy me and everyone else. I wish everyone a happy weekend. See you tomorrow. Also: The update was later than expected. Although it was still before eleven, the reason for this is because I ate hotpot at night. I don't know if it was because I ate too much or some other reason, but I felt very uncomfortable and annoyed … Fine, I guess I ate too much.)
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