"With the Golden Light Array protecting his Dao heart, no external demons can affect Chusu's cultivation."
Elder Liang continued, "On the contrary, I want to borrow the array to suppress Su Li's sword intent, and then use ten thousand mountains to grind it down so that Chusu can comprehend it!"
Hearing this, the two elders relaxed. They thought, if they really can shatter Su Li's sword intent and send it to Chusu, then perhaps Chusu really will come into the world many years earlier than the Sect Master had calculated before his death. At that time, the Longevity Sect will truly be able to flourish once more!
Just as the three of them were fantasizing about the beautiful future, a sudden change occurred.
The letter on the table began to fiercely tremble.
With a ripping sound, the letter split open, transforming into countless paper butterflies that scattered in all directions.
How could Su Li's letter need to be opened to be seen? How could the sword intent he had left behind be like those magical artifacts that needed to be activated?
He wanted the people of the Longevity Sect to see his letter, his sword. Then, whether or not anyone opened the letter, they would definitely see it!
An extremely overbearing and swift Sword Insight soared into the sky and slashed down!
The cave resounded with the shrill cry of a sword, so much so that the similarly shrill screams were drowned out.
The fierce sword intent severed everything it encountered.
The swords of the three elders of profound cultivation.
The Longevity Sect's ten-thousand-year indestructible cave.
The soft ivy in the depths of the cave.
The transparent water dripping from the ivy.
The invisible wind formed by the flowing air.
Everything was destroyed by this sword intent in an instant.
The air was filled with bloody mist. It seemed abnormally bloody, but it also possessed a soul-stirring beauty.
The three swords had been broken into ten-odd pieces.
Dozens of sword marks appeared on Elder Liang's body as he collapsed amidst the ruins on the ground. Looking at the sword intent that was rushing out of the abode, his pale face was filled with endless fear and regret. He, who was already on the verge of death, used the last of his strength to scream, "Quickly, close the formation!"
The two elders heard his words and realized where the problem lay. Despair appeared in their eyes, but they could not stop the sword intent from flying through the air. Because their arms had already been severed by that strand of Sword Insight, their entire bodies were covered in blood, and they were already unable to stand up.
The sword intent transformed into a beautiful stream of light and flew down from the cliff peak. It passed over the Longevity Sect and pierced through the clouds, flying into a mountain stream shrouded in mist.
An extremely terrifying boom erupted between heaven and earth, and a circle of clear light enveloped over a dozen mountain peaks within a radius of several hundred kilometers.
It was the Longevity Sect's grand sect-protecting formation.
Then, the sound of metal rubbing against each other rang out from the mountain stream. Countless beams of golden light shot out, and the sea of clouds rolled restlessly.
A tender but resentful voice rang out from the deep ravine.
It sounded like a human voice, but it also sounded like the song of a bird or some mechanical repetition.
"Chusu! Chusu! "
The sword whistled sharply!
The voice gradually faded away and could no longer be heard.
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It was already late at night, but many people were still awake.
Some people were awake because they loved someone, some because they hated someone, some because they missed someone, and some because they missed delicious food.
Before going to sleep, Xuanyuan Po ate half a Tangjing Roast Goose for his supper, but he didn't stay in bed for long before he was hungry again. How could he sleep when he was hungry?
He walked to the kitchen on the other side of the lake, intending to take out the crab sauce he had made a few days ago and eat it.
Walking into the kitchen, he realized that the fire under the stove had apparently been extinguished. He paid it no mind, nor did he light a lamp. In the darkness, he very accurately felt his way to the pickle jars.
In those seemingly unremarkable pickle jars, there was actually no ordinary crab sauce.
He had used the incomparably valuable blue lobster to replace the crab, so it was probably lobster sauce.
He was currently the logistics manager of the Orthodox Academy and had an extremely good relationship with the chefs of Clear Lake Restaurant, so he naturally did not lack for food. However, eating so extravagantly was somewhat of a waste. If Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six were to find out, they would assuredly have a massive reaction.
Thus, he did not let anyone know about these jars of lobster sauce and secretly hid them away.
The more you secretly hid the food, the more fragrant it was.
Xuanyuan Po did not understand many of the principles and rules of the human world, but he was very clear on this point. In the process of extending his hand towards the pickle jars, it was as if he had already tasted the extreme saltiness and freshness of the lobster sauce and the rich sweetness within, as well as that wonderful texture that spread all over the surface of his tongue …
Yet, his hand touched empty air.
The pickle jars that should have been there had disappeared. All of them had disappeared. The lobster sauce in the pickle jars was naturally gone as well.
Xuanyuan Po became abnormally angry. Several thin bolts of lightning formed in his eyes and crackling sounds could faintly be heard from his slightly curled and messy hair.
The world in front of his eyes turned from darkness to light, allowing him to clearly see the scene in the kitchen.
Not only the pickle jars, the iron pot, the bowls and chopsticks, the pile of firewood, and even the stove had already been reduced to pieces, piled up on the ground.
The ground was a mess, the soup on the ground was incomparably filthy.
Xuanyuan Po became even angrier and more vigilant. What had happened here? Who had unleashed such a terrifying sword intent here?
The entire room was filled with objects that had been chopped into pieces by the sword intent. Only the Mountain Sea Sword was still there, quietly lying in the wood shavings.
Xuanyuan Po extended his hand to pick up the Mountain Sea Sword and followed the thin remnants of the sword intent. He discovered that in the ashes of the stove, there was ash of a different color.
The ash did not seem like it was made from firewood, but more like it was made from paper.
After a moment of hesitation, he used the Mountain Sea Sword to lightly pluck at the ash.
The ash immediately dispersed.
An unimaginable chill suddenly enveloped the entire room.
Xuanyuan Po's body became abnormally stiff and his breathing became heavy. An unimaginable feeling of danger arose in his heart.
The chill and feeling of danger had nothing to do with the slowly dispersing ash. Instead, it came from behind him, from behind the academy wall.
It was the deepest ocean floor, with a suffocating pressure and cold.
The boundless blue waves had always been an ocean of death.
Xuanyuan Po began to sweat, but before his sweat could even wet his clothes, it was frozen into frost by the chill that represented death.
Gazing at the Orthodox Academy in the darkness, the old Daoist nun walked forward.
A streak of frost appeared on the academy wall, then noiselessly softened, becoming sand in the wind.
This scene was like a legend.
The academy wall collapsed, and what appeared in front of her was the kitchen. Thus, the kitchen also noiselessly collapsed.
Xuanyuan Po held the Mountain Sea Sword and stood in the ruins, his body incessantly trembling.
Because he was very afraid.
Although he was very brave, he was still very afraid.
The newcomer was unimaginably strong. His Qi was very cold, giving off a feeling that he wanted to exterminate all living things.
In the small building on the other side of the winter lake.
Zhexiu opened his eyes.
Chen Changsheng opened his eyes.
They had all felt this feeling, and then felt an indescribable fear.
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(The title of the chapter was randomly chosen, I've run out of words. It's also the sentence pattern I used many years ago when I was writing Vermillion Bird and The Spy when I was bored.)
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