"It should be the Unity Sword Art," Hu Thirty-Two said.
Upon hearing this name, Chen Changsheng recalled this legendary sword style.
Holy Maiden Peak was most famous for the South Stream Temple sword array.
It was said that countless years ago, when Zhou Dufu, the supreme expert beneath the starry sky, charged into Holy Maiden Peak, he had been trapped by this sword array for a while.
During the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, Xu Yourong had left several dozen South Stream Temple disciples behind for Chen Changsheng, intimidating many experts in the Orthodox Academy. This was also because of this sword array.
The foundation of the South Stream Temple sword array was the Unity Sword Art.
This sort of exquisite sword art required two or more people to use. What was most important was the trust between the person wielding the sword and his companion, as well as the connection between their minds. It was said that at the end, two South Stream Temple disciples could use the Unity Sword Art to defeat four opponents of the same level, three South Stream Temple disciples could defeat nine opponents of the same level, and so on and so forth. The more South Stream Temple disciples that simultaneously used the Unity Sword Art, the more terrifying the power they could display. The strongest version of the South Stream Temple sword array was said to be formed from three-hundred-some disciples, so one could imagine its power. Not even an expert of the Divine Domain would be willing to face its edge head-on.
It was no wonder that Xiao Zhang had said in Fengyang City that the sword array of those girls was troublesome.
But Chen Changsheng still felt that there was a problem.
The sword style used by these two South Stream Temple disciples was not completely the same as the Unity Sword Art he had seen in the books. It seemed to have undergone some sort of modification.
The problem was, just who had the ability to modify a sword style as exquisite as the Unity Sword Art? Not even Su Li could do it.
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Tang Thirty-Six also heard Hu Thirty-Two's words and realized that this was the Unity Sword Art of South Stream Temple.
But he had no time to care, because his sleeve was already torn and he was extremely angry. Gripping his sheath, he shouted at the two South Stream Temple disciples, "You've made me unhappy!"
Zhexiu turned his head, not wanting to see him.
Chen Changsheng said, "It's your own problem. Why are you scaring them?"
Tang Thirty-Six angrily retorted, "You're not even married, so can you not protect your wife's side so early?"
The two South Stream Temple disciples glanced at each other, confused. They had no idea what these people were talking about.
Tang Thirty-Six's smile faded and his expression became extremely serious. He raised the Wenshui Sword and said, "Please advise."
He naturally would not be truly angry. This represented his respect for these two disciples of South Stream Temple.
The two girls sensed the change in his mind, and their expressions became more solemn as they raised the swords in their hands.
The sword light suddenly illuminated the mountain path again. Countless sharp gusts of wind rose in the forest around the stone gate, and cracks appeared on the tree trunks.
With two crisp cracking sounds, the two girls were pushed back behind the stone door. Their faces were pale, and only half of their swords remained in their hands.
"Thank you." Tang Thirty Six tied the sword back to his waist. From the beginning to the end, the Wen Shui Sword never left its sheath.
Seeing this scene, the two young women sensed the disparity between them and could not help but feel despair and humiliation.
South Stream Temple was the holy land of the Daoist faith. Whether in the town or in other sects, they were regarded as fairy-like existences. No one dared to treat them with such disrespect.
A few days ago, when they were guarding the mountain gate, they had also encountered fellow Daoists and ordinary tourists who wanted to enter the mountain. They only needed to say a word, and the other party would retreat. They did not encounter anyone who dared to break into the mountain.
Even if the disciples of South Stream Temple were no match, they could not allow the other party to break into Holy Maiden Peak.
They took something out of their sleeves, perhaps a magical artifact, and prepared to send a warning down the mountain.
But at this moment, two broad palms landed on their shoulders, controlling their two most important meridians.
At some point, Hu Thirty-Two had silently passed through the mountain gate and appeared behind the two South Stream Temple disciples.
He smiled and shook his head, indicating that they should not move on their own.
In his view, this warm smile was as frightening as a demon in the eyes of these two South Stream Temple disciples.
Feeling the man's hand on their shoulders, imagining that he only needed to circulate a little of his true essence to sever their meridians, imagining how he had so easily broken through the mountain gate they were guarding, the two girls were anxious, angry, and afraid. Suddenly, they began to cry.
"I said that the words written in the book couldn't be copied, or else something would definitely happen."
"Senior Sisters are always busy in the temple and don't have the energy to care about us, so how could I know how to guard the mountain gate?"
The two girls wept, occasionally using their sleeves to wipe away their tears. They looked extremely pitiful, like pear blossoms in the rain.
Tang Thirty-Six repeatedly shook his head, thinking, just what's wrong with South Stream Temple that it would send two girls who clearly don't understand the ways of the world to guard the mountain gate?
No matter how sorrowfully the two girls wept, Hu Thirty-Two's expression did not change. He still faintly smiled, and then he glanced at Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng understood his meaning and said, "I'll go take a look first."
Zhexiu said, "I'll be in the shadows."
After saying this, he vanished into the forest on the side of the path. The fierce sun cast countless shadows on the leaves, making it impossible to tell which one was him.
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After passing through the front gate of South Stream Temple, one was still faced with that seemingly endless mountain path.
At a time like this, it was not suitable for Nanke to appear. Chen Changsheng pushed his speed to the limit, occasionally using the Yeshi Step. Sometimes he would move east, sometimes he would move west, sweeping through the mountain path like a gust of wind. Only when he made a turn would he leave behind an afterimage on the glossy surface of the green bamboo.
The mountains were beautiful and the scenery was pleasing to the eye, but he was in no mood to look at them. He allowed the howling winds to batter him, his eyes wide open as he stared at the slightest change on the mountain path. His spiritual sense would also go with the wind, allowing him to sense what was going on up ahead. His primary goal was to understand those arrays.
In their letters, Xu Yourong had not discussed too many specific matters of South Stream Temple, but she had mentioned those arrays or seals on the mountain path.
Just as expected, on the ten or so miles of mountain path behind the bamboo forest, Chen Chang Sheng encountered several very exquisite arrays. Even with his strength, even if he used ten thousand swords at the same time, it would still take him a long time to break through those arrays.
Fortunately, in the Garden of Zhou, in the snowy temple, and in the Mausoleum of Books, he had discussed this subject with Xu Yourong, so he had a certain understanding of these arrays. Coupled with the fact that he was now the Pope, and although there were some differences between the north and south of the Orthodoxy, they still came from the same source, so he very quickly found the life gate of these arrays and easily passed through them.
The life gate of these arrays would often leave the mountain path and end up under a stream or next to a boulder, but the general direction would not be wrong. He continued to rush toward that cliff. Behind the cliff was a cloud that seemed to not disperse for ten thousand years. Holy Maiden Peak was faintly discernible in this cloud. Even though he was already very close, it was still difficult to make out its true appearance.
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