Chen Changsheng had long since been prepared for the sword intents that Su Li had hidden in the letter. At the very beginning, he had wanted to see how long he could resist after his return to the capital, which had increased his cultivation by quite a bit. However, he had never imagined that the sword intents in the letter would be so sharp and terrifying. Let alone resisting, he didn't even dare to touch them.
Of course, Su Li did not have any malice towards him, much less any killing intent. The sword intents that floated up from the letter noiselessly chopped up many things in the kitchen, and even chopped off a piece of his floating belt. However, not a single sword intent landed on his body, only dancing around him.
The sword intents danced around his body like falling leaves, snowflakes, and droplets of water.
Chen Changsheng felt like he was standing under an autumn tree, under a snowy sky, under a waterfall.
He vaguely understood something and gradually relaxed his mind, sending his spiritual sense into the world formed from sword intents.
These sword intents were the letter that Su Li had given him, one of the gifts that he had left for him. Then what was written on the letter?
As Chen Changsheng comprehended the sword intents that Su Li had left behind after his breakthrough, he quietly read the letter.
Su Li's handwriting was just like his person and his sword, free and unrestrained, happy and sharp. The strokes were extremely steep and the strokes were extremely sharp.
"You were actually able to defeat Yourong. This is truly surprising news."
Upon seeing the first sentence on the letter, Chen Changsheng finally understood that Su Li had given him a letter with conditions. The precondition was that he had to defeat Xu Yourong. If he could not do this, Su Li would definitely be disappointed in him, and then these two letters might have been left for Xu Yourong, or perhaps … Qiushan Jun.
"But when I think about how your sword could be considered to have been taught by me, then it's understandable that you could barely defeat Yourong."
The words that Su Li had written in the letter still perfectly displayed his self-confidence, or perhaps his narcissism.
But after that, his words became much calmer, much more indifferent.
"In my life, I've only taught three people: Qiushan, you, and Qi Jian. Qiushan is stronger than you, Qi Jian is weaker than you, and she's also my daughter. After I leave, if something happens to Mount Li, help me take care of her. As for why I left? When you live for a few hundred years and realize that someone has been waiting for you for a few hundred years, perhaps you will understand. "
"I am the Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li. I do not need to explain anything to the disciples of the mountain. I am Su Li. I do not need to explain anything to old man Yin or Tianhai, but I still want to explain a few things, tell them a few things, so I wrote this letter to you."
"If anyone asks, you can tell them what I said. I didn't admit defeat to this world, but she was right. I am Su Li, so why should I be the second Zhou * * *? Most importantly, you're right. I've killed countless people. I have no love for this world, but perhaps I still have a shred of kindness? "
Seeing this sentence, Chen Chang Sheng's heart was filled with many emotions.
In the view of many people, especially those southerners who opposed the confluence of the north and south, Su Li and the Holy Maiden drifting away was an extremely irresponsible escape.
Who could understand that for a person like Su Li, only by clinging to the sword of true wisdom and courage could he cut open this path of departure?
But when he reached the end of the letter, he suddenly felt that his praise and admiration for Senior Su Li seemed wrong.
At the end of the letter, Su Li wrote these words:
"Make that wolf cub give up on that idea. If he dares to bother my daughter again, even if I'm on the other side of the sea of stars, I will ride the Star Chariot back and first kill him with one strike, then kill you with one strike, and finally exterminate your Orthodox Academy and that wolf tribe in the north. Don't say I didn't warn you!"
After Chen Chang Sheng finished reading these words, he helplessly thought to himself, why can a free and unrestrained person like Senior Su Li take this matter so seriously?
As he was thinking this, the air around him suddenly began to resound with the terrifying cries of swords. Countless sword intents returned from every direction and fell upon the letter.
Those extremely sharp and profound sword intents of an unfathomable level chopped the handwriting on the letter into pieces, transforming it into innumerable blobs of ink that could no longer be clearly seen.
Those blobs of ink ultimately transformed into four large words.
"Burn after reading."
Chen Chang Sheng stared blankly at these four words. He felt that if he just burned it like this, wouldn't it be a pity? It must be known that the sword intent on this letter was an incomparably precious gift to those who cultivated the sword. He had originally planned to have Tang Thirty-Six, Zhexiu, and the others come tomorrow to comprehend it.
But since it was Su Li's order, he could not oppose it. He very obediently threw the letter into the embers of the stove and watched as the letter was burned to ash.
As he gazed at the ash in the stove and thought of the sword intent on the letter, he suddenly thought of the All-School Martial Exhibition a few days ago, when those initial level Star Condensation experts came to challenge the Orthodox Academy. That painter from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had probably used a similar method, but compared to Su Li, it was like the difference between the clouds and the mud.
He also thought of that scholar he had seen on the side of the street: the Heavenly Dao Academy's Guan Bai.
At the time, he had glanced at this person through the window and felt a sharp intent stab into his eyes. It was so painful that he almost shed tears.
Now that he thought about it, this person's cultivation in the path of the sword was already so powerful that sword intent possessed his body?
In next year's Boiling Stone Summit, he would have to face such a powerful sword. Would he be able to win?
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Even earlier, Guan Bai had been reading in a study in the southern part of the city.
Suddenly, he sensed something. After a moment of silence, he quietly closed the book and walked out of the study.
In the evening, the snow gradually stopped, but the weather was still bitterly cold. The accumulated snow made it difficult to walk on the streets, so there were few pedestrians.
He stood in the middle of the street.
An old Daoist nun walked past him.
In truth, this Daoist nun's appearance could still be considered young. At the very least, it was impossible to tell her exact age, but her face was filled with an awe-inspiring coldness and a sense of obsolescence.
Guan Bai silently watched as the old Daoist nun got closer and closer.
He did not recognize her background, but he knew that her cultivation was far above his own, perhaps even surpassing his respected master, Zhuang Zhihuan.
Before the Boiling Stone Summit, he did not want to meddle, nor should he have battled with an expert of such profound cultivation.
But he had clearly heard that a wild dog had died in that distant alley.
Just as the old Daoist nun walked past.
This old Daoist nun was very powerful and assuredly had an extraordinary background. Compared to her, the life of a wild dog blocking the road truly wasn't much.
Guan Bai also believed this. If a wild dog died, then it died. Was he going to take revenge for a wild dog?
The problem was that the wild dog should have died even faster.
The old Daoist nun only needed a glance for that wild dog's head to be separated from its body.
But that wild dog had screamed thirty-some times in the alley, growing more and more miserable, more and more sorrowful, until he could hear it.
He found it impossible to understand why a powerful figure like the old Daoist nun would need thirty-some strikes to kill a wild dog.
He found it impossible to imagine if this old Daoist nun would also be like this when she normally killed people.
So he walked out of the study onto the street, wanting to ask the old Daoist nun.
The old Daoist nun stopped and expressionlessly gazed at him.
Guan Bai wanted to say something, but when he saw the old Daoist nun's eyes, he realized that he could no longer speak.
His hand gripped the hilt of his sword, but he could not pull it out.
The old Daoist nun's eyes were a green color, brimming with decay and ruthlessness. They were like a tide of green algae that surged toward him.
Boundless green killing intent surged out from the snowy street and enveloped his body.
Squelch! A stream of blood spurted from his mouth and fell onto the snow.
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He was the pride of the Heavenly Dao Academy, an expert of the sword ranked in the middle ranks of the Proclamation of Liberation, Great Name Guan Bai.
Yet in front of this old Daoist nun, he was unable to utter a single word, unable to pull out his sword before he was heavily injured.
"Report your master," the old Daoist nun expressionlessly said.
Guan Bai's eyes were filled with shock. Only now did he confirm that this old Daoist nun's strength not only far surpassed his teacher's, but had even faintly transcended the realm of the mortal world and entered the Divine Domain. And when he thought of that green color in her eyes, he instantly guessed at who she was.
Wuqiong Bi of the Storms of the Eight Directions!
This was already the peak expert of the mortal world, so why had she suddenly appeared tonight in the capital?
"Heavenly Dao Academy's Guan Bai. My master is Zhuang Zhihuan."
Because of the old Daoist nun's identity, Guan Bai was incomparably shocked, but he still felt no fear as he stared at her.
"For the sake of Mao Qiuyu, I'll spare your life tonight."
The old Daoist nun slowly walked past him, her figure gradually vanishing into the darkness.
After some time, Guan Bai finally realized that he could move. The right hand gripping the hilt of his sword slightly trembled and with a clang, the edge of his sword half-unsheathed.
Then, his right arm was severed at the shoulder and dropped into the snow, a vast expanse of dark red blood.
Tonight, in the capital, a wild dog in an alley was cruelly chopped into pieces.
The pride and hope of the Heavenly Dao Academy, the young expert of the sword with limitless prospects, Guan Bai, had lost the right arm with which he gripped his sword.
The old Daoist nun, who had done these two things, felt nothing. Her expression was still indifferent, her eyes still ruthless.
In her eyes, a young man like Guan Bai was not much different from a wild dog in an alley. If this were not the capital of the Great Zhou, with the Pope whom even she had to respect and the Divine Empress whom she did not dare provoke, perhaps Guan Bai would already be dead.
In her view, sparing Guan Bai's life was already giving Mao Qiuyu enough face. To be more precise, this face was giving the Orthodoxy.
There were some people in this world who were extremely strong, so their view of the world was somewhat distorted. They believed that by not stealing all the food in a beggar's bowl, they were giving the beggar face, and by not killing all the people they disliked, they were giving life face, so the other party should also give them face.
The old Daoist nun had come to the capital tonight precisely because she believed that the Pope had not given her enough face, so she had come to personally retrieve it.
When she was very young, she had been married to another of the Storms of the Eight Directions. From that moment on, she believed that her husband was her most important face. Later on, when she painstakingly gave birth to a son, she believed that her son was her most important face.
The old Daoist nun stood behind the wall of the Orthodox Academy, expressionlessly gazing at the several snowy trees protruding from the wall.
Several dozen days ago, her son had suffered the humiliation of a person in this very place.
That person was called Chen Changsheng.
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(The name of the chapter was better, so there was no need to use 'two'. Today, there is only one chapter, so there is no 'two'.)
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