Chapter 183: Sword Immortal

**Unleashed Chaos, Playing with Fire**

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Lightning bolts, as thick as tree trunks, struck Big Snowfield almost simultaneously in the blink of an eye, blasting nine large craters. Fortunately, all spectators remained unharmed. Big Snowfield was divided into two sections, with the scholar Xuanyuan Jingcheng as the boundary. All nine purple, snake-like lightning bolts struck Xuanyuan Grand Ancestor's side. The old man was so arrogant that he didn't dodge; his fist, as large as a bowl, smashed into a purple lightning pillar. Upon impact, the ground shook violently, and a chaotic, net-like fiery glow spread across Big Snowfield. The Huishan Grand Ancestor stood firm, only one sleeve of his arm burnt to ashes, flickering with residual purple electricity, looking like a Thunder God General. This was truly an astonishing feat, to withstand divine might with human strength.

Xuanyuan Guoqi's power was extraordinary, and his cultivation profound. He had long surpassed the stages of "no perplexity," "hearing with ease," and "knowing the will of Heaven." Yet, seeing this scene, his heart still surged with emotion. In Huishan, only he was qualified to exchange a few words with the cold-hearted Xuanyuan Dapan, but it was merely talk, far from being on equal footing. Even though Xuanyuan Guoqi was a grandmaster of the sword, he still had to speak with deference and humility before the Grand Ancestor. Before the decline of Zijin Mountain Villa, Huishan Xuanyuan was renowned as "Northern Geshu, Southern Xuanyuan." Their martial arts foundation was ancient and profound, absorbing strengths from various schools. Huishan's direct descendants, apart from a few exquisite secret techniques, were mostly taught by their elders according to their individual talents. Xuanyuan Guoqi was hailed as having an innate sword embryo from a young age by masters, thus he started practicing sword techniques early. Among the current "Jing" generation, there were three. According to custom, they would perform the "Zhua Zhou" (first birthday grasping ritual) at one year old, and their choices varied. Xuanyuan Jingcheng grasped a copy of "Spring and Autumn Annals," while Xuanyuan Jingyi and Xuanyuan Jingxuan each chose a martial arts manual. The next generation, with more offspring, was even more diverse. Xuanyuan Qingfeng picked up a jade ruyi scepter, and Xuanyuan Jingyi's eldest son, Xuanyuan Qingmang, chose a string of bells — all sorts of strange items. Although the parents of this generation had their differences, the children remained relatively close to each other, without internal strife. They would frequently enjoy osmanthus wine and pre-Qingming tea together.

Just as Xu Fengnian was about to ask a question, the old Sword God tilted his head and scratched his ear. Seemingly unsatisfied that he couldn't get any earwax out, he grumbled, "Open your eyes wide and see clearly. What these two are about to demonstrate is priceless. Their moves might seem ordinary, but after returning to simplicity, they are nothing more than refining complexity into simplicity. However, the circulation of qi and the mastery of timing are the true keys. For swordsmen like us, ultimately, drawing a sword is nothing more than horizontal, vertical, diagonal, thrusting, parrying, or lifting. Why do ordinary people use swords rigidly, while brilliant swordsmen can generate 'qi aura' with their swords? And why can sword immortals fly their swords to take heads? When a sword is thrust, unless it's done with utmost effort, reaching the limits of speed, otherwise, once the qi circulates smoothly, it might appear extremely fast, but then suddenly slow down, causing the opponent's anticipated parry to miss. When they adjust, it rapidly accelerates again. If they try to adjust again, even if they manage it in time, they lose the initial momentum. This is just the most common and simple principle. When masters exchange blows, strength is the foundation, but the true brilliance lies in the battle of wits, courage, and ruthlessness. I remember when Northern Mang's top master went to Liangchan Temple and was stopped by a white-robed monk. The two seemingly didn't truly fight; they didn't even make a single move, just stood there motionless. One was a Martial Saint, the other a Bodhisattva reincarnation who could have been the leader of the Buddhist sect. Surely, they weren't just napping or staring blankly? But if you ask why that Northern Mang expert, who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, didn't attack, well, that's the true marvel of the Vajra realm. What people nowadays call first-rank Vajra masters are far from it; they're just famous in name only. Didn't that dead Xuanyuan Jingxuan claim to have entered the Finger-Profound stage through Vajra? What an invincible Vajra, my ass!"

The entire Big Snowfield, drenched in rainwater, was suddenly lifted into the air by Xuanyuan Jingcheng's qi. After the nine lightning bolts, more heavenly thunder rumbled. Instantly, a strange phenomenon occurred: a deluge of water met the purple lightning.

Li Chungang narrowed his eyes and said, "Young Xu, if you don't want your retainers to suffer collateral damage and die a gruesome death, quickly have them withdraw. I only promised to protect your life. As for the others, this heavenly thunder is coming down chaotically, and I don't have the patience to shield them from such a calamity." Xu Fengnian waved his hand, signaling everyone except Huang Man'er and Qing Niao to retreat from Big Snowfield.

Xuanyuan Jingyi and the two Grand Guests were shaken to their core. Even though they were accustomed to grand spectacles, their faces were now deathly pale. Xuanyuan Jingyi, especially, who carried a heavy heart, felt his liver and gall bladder splitting. His elder brother's muttered words, "I have entered the Terrestrial Deity realm," were more potent than a thousand warnings or threats. The Terrestrial Deity realm? For a century in the jianghu, apart from Qi Xuanzhen of Longhu Mountain, who was acknowledged as a celestial talent from a young age and was a figure in this realm, even Wang Xianzhi, who had held the second position in the world at Wudi City for sixty years, people only dared to speculate that he might possess such divine powers, still not daring to confirm it. This showed how rare the Terrestrial Deity realm was. What was particularly profound was that this "Heaven-Man Unity" realm was far beyond what the other three first-rank realms could fathom. Over five hundred years, some martial arts geniuses who astonished the world had reached the peak, but it was often not sustained, like a wild goose stepping on muddy snow, leaving only fleeting footprints before quickly returning to the Celestial Phenomenon realm. Few, like Qi Xuanzhen, could ascend directly. This was also why Qi Xuanzhen was considered the only immortal in five hundred years comparable to Patriarch Lu.

On the large snowfield, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, surprisingly, chose the longer path, engaging in close-quarters combat with Xuanyuan Grand Ancestor. Xuanyuan Jingcheng and Xuanyuan Dapan charged forward together. The latter moved in a straight line, parting wind and rain, and leaped with a knee strike aimed at Xuanyuan Jingcheng. Xuanyuan Jingcheng pressed both hands onto the Grand Ancestor's knees, sliding his feet backward, splashing countless drops of water. This scholar, who had already transcended into sainthood, did not intend to dissipate this immense, domineering force, but rather to deflect it sideways. While Xuanyuan Dapan's powerful body was still in the air, Xuanyuan Jingcheng leaned forward, brought his elbow down, and slammed the Grand Ancestor's body onto the Big Snowfield ground. This wasn't enough; he then delivered a kick, sending Xuanyuan Dapan flying horizontally dozens of feet away! Xuanyuan Jingcheng pursued him. Xuanyuan Dapan, having been kicked away, dug his five claw-like fingers into the ground, suppressing his momentum. With a slap of his palm, he finally propelled himself up. As Xuanyuan Jingcheng closed in, Dapan launched both fists at his face!

The indifferent-faced Xuanyuan Jingcheng met the two fists with his own hands, firmly grasping them. He stood his ground firmly, while behind him, a large area of space had been compressed by his immense qi, causing wind and rain to instantly evaporate. Xuanyuan Jingcheng gestured upwards, softly saying, "Allow me to send Grand Ancestor to the heavens."

Xuanyuan Dapan's body shot skyward. Heavenly thunder crashed down from above with a resounding boom. Xuanyuan Jingcheng, standing on the ground, showed no mercy when he gained the advantage. He clapped his palms together in an unprecedented move. The accumulated water from the edges of Big Snowfield, which usually flowed down the mountain, surged like two ferocious azure dragons, traversing the vast sky above the snowfield. These dragons blasted Xuanyuan Dapan, who was busy circulating his qi to resist the heavenly thunder in mid-air, leaving him with no strength left to move.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng lightly tapped his toes and soared into the air. After grabbing Xuanyuan Grand Ancestor's waistband and landing, he ran quickly. After covering twenty zhang, he abruptly stopped, then flung Xuanyuan Dapan directly westward, as if intending to throw the Huishan Grand Ancestor off Big Snowfield! Sending him all the way to the Western Heavens?

Just as Xuanyuan Dapan's body was about to fly beyond the edge of Big Snowfield cliff, it surprisingly dropped, barely landing on the cliff edge. His face was covered in bloodstains that the rain couldn't wash away, no longer bearing his former calm and collected demeanor. The old man was enduring, waiting for his direct eldest grandson, who had entered the Deity realm through an unorthodox path, to exhaust his life's lamp! Xuanyuan Dapan's Mid-Celestial Phenomenon realm was achieved step by step, solidly. As long as his meridians remained intact, his qi sea would not be exhausted. But Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was determined to betray his ancestors, was different. Taking a shortcut to ascend was like building a pavilion in the air; no matter how majestic it seemed when built, there would eventually be a moment of collapse. Xuanyuan Dapan took a breath, his chest and abdomen burning as if with fire, the pain reaching his bones. This terrifying damage, reaching his heart and meridians, was something he hadn't encountered for many years, so long that he had almost forgotten such pain. The last time was when he competed internal energy with Qi Xuanzhen on the Demon Slaying Platform. As for people like Gu Jiantang, his so-called defeats were merely losing a move or two. Since it wasn't a fight to the death, Xuanyuan Dapan's losses weren't catastrophic.

Xuanyuan Dapan was about to seize the moment to recover, but Xuanyuan Jingcheng calmly appeared before him. He heard this grandson, who could almost be called a Confucian Saint, softly say, "To pursue goodness is like climbing a mountain; though difficult, one can reach Kunlun. To fall into evil is to collapse; even in Kunlun, it is useless. Grand Ancestor, you really should read those books you deem useless. Martial arts can be learned from manuals, but achieving the Terrestrial Deity realm is not something that can be accumulated from hundreds or thousands of martial arts scriptures." Xuanyuan Dapan furiously snarled, "And you dare preach to me?!" Xuanyuan Jingcheng's seven orifices no longer merely seeped blood, but instead gushed it, and it was no longer crimson, but a shocking black. Yet, the scholar's expression remained composed. As Xuanyuan Dapan swept his leg, Xuanyuan Jingcheng stepped on the Huishan Grand Ancestor's knee, causing him to fall awkwardly and crash into the rainwater.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled slightly, "When Xuanyuan Jingcheng speaks to you, Grand Ancestor, you can naturally disregard it. But when an immortal speaks to you now, how can you still be so arrogant and ignorant?" A thick bolt of heavenly lightning happened to strike where Xuanyuan Dapan had landed. Fortunately, the latter had a premonition and barely escaped by rolling unceremoniously, ignoring his status. Xuanyuan Jingyi watched, dumbfounded, his lips trembling. Xuanyuan Guoqi's ancient sword at his waist dared not vibrate, fearing that its qi resonance might attract unpredictable heavenly misfortune. A single move affects everything. Heavenly secrets, heavenly secrets; the more enlightened a master, the more they can influence heaven and earth. Xuanyuan Guoqi knew very well that on this Huishan Big Snowfield, apart from the Grand Ancestor, he was the most likely to be affected by the aftermath of this catastrophe.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng coughed a few times. What should have been very light coughs sounded exceptionally sharp and grating to the ears of the masters present. A joyful expression appeared on Xuanyuan Dapan's face. He shot away, no longer fighting to the death, only wanting to distance himself from Xuanyuan Jingcheng as far as possible. Is "face" more important than life itself, the most crucial essence?

Xuanyuan Jingcheng did not pursue. He looked towards the entrance of Big Snowfield, not seeing the familiar figure, his eyes slightly dimming. Covering his mouth, he turned to Xuanyuan Grand Ancestor and calmly asked, "Do you have any last words for the descendants of Huishan?" Xuanyuan Dapan feigned deep thought to buy time. Xu Fengnian honestly admired Xuanyuan Dapan's shamelessness. As the high and mighty Grand Ancestor of Huishan, and one of the top figures in the entire jianghu, he had abducted people for dual cultivation and forcefully taken wives and daughters. When at a disadvantage against an opponent, he showed no regard for his status or dignity. His martial arts were formidable, but his brazenness was even more impressive. Just as the Crown Prince's thoughts wandered, the middle-aged scholar, whom the old Sword God had called a Confucian Saint, suddenly cast his gaze over. Xu Fengnian's body instantly froze. However, the old man in sheepskin seemed to ignore it for some reason, instead staring intently towards the Demon Slaying Platform on Longhu Mountain, leaving a not-so-tall figure behind.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at the Crown Prince, coughing intermittently as he spoke, "After I've dealt with family matters, I, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, will share some martial arts insights with Qingfeng, and she can relay them to you later. Consider it repayment for Your Highness risking ascent to the mountain today. It's a pity I won't have the chance to invite Your Highness for a pot of osmanthus wine; Qingfeng's method of warming wine is excellent." Xuanyuan Jingcheng then looked at Xu Longxiang, his eyes showing appreciation. "What a 'Vajra from birth'! Li Baiyi of Liangchan Temple will no longer be lonely. Here, I, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, will add one more word of advice: Young Prince, you must not easily enter the Celestial Phenomenon realm. After entering the Finger-Profound realm, you can become invincible in the world. You must understand that once you enter the Celestial Phenomenon, you will resonate with heaven and earth. A common man possessing a treasure only attracts thieves, but a celestial being possessing a treasure attracts calamity." Xu Fengnian respectfully replied, "Xu Fengnian thanks you, Master, for your guidance." Xuanyuan Jingcheng nodded, then spoke to Xuanyuan Guoqi, but without turning to face him, he calmly and indifferently said, "Father, please descend the mountain. You need not return to it in this life."

Xuanyuan Guoqi let out a laugh of exasperation, "You?!" At that moment, Xuanyuan Jingyi was simultaneously struck by the two guest elders behind him and killed instantly. Xuanyuan Guoqi's face was blank with shock. It was one thing for Huang Fangfo to be friends with this son; everyone in Huishan knew their good relationship. But when did Hong Biao get involved with Xuanyuan Jingcheng?! Xuanyuan Jingcheng coughed violently and said, "Hong Biao's martial arts cultivation today was entirely my doing. I, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, am not a mere bookworm; I didn't just read books for the entire twenty years." Xuanyuan Guoqi's heart turned to ashes. Xuanyuan Jingcheng waved his hand at the two Grand Guest Elders and said, "Send them down the mountain." Xuanyuan Guoqi was furious, gritting his teeth and sneering, "Just them?" Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled faintly, "I knew this would happen."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked down at his chest, which was stained red then black with blood. Above Big Snowfield, dark clouds gathered, forming a gigantic, eerie vortex that enveloped the entire Zhaoyao Mountain. An anomaly of this scale was only a hair's breadth away from the scene of Qi Xuanzhen's ascension years ago. Xuanyuan Jingcheng slowly knelt, declaring in a clear voice, "Heaven bestows myriad phenomena, Earth carries all beings. Oh August Heaven and Sovereign Earth, Xuanyuan Jingcheng kneels before heaven and earth, seeking death!" "Xuanyuan Jingcheng seeks death!" Xuanyuan Jingcheng's voice echoed continuously. Not to mention Guiniu Dagang in Huishan, even the nearly ten thousand Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain could hear it clearly. Heaven and Earth were moved.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Guoqi's expression was almost despairing. His Baopu Ancient Sword unsheathed and flew towards the edge of Big Snowfield cliff, and he hastily darted away with it. Simultaneously, something poured down. It was a bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a mountain peak. Except for the small, sacred plot where Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood, it was as if, no matter what storms and thunder ravaged the world, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, as a father, would protect a quiet and peaceful place for her even in death.

The old Sword God, along with Xu Fengnian holding an umbrella, Xu Longxiang, and Qing Niao, drifted away from the snowfield. Xuanyuan Dapan tried to leap off Big Snowfield, but was forcefully pulled back into the purple lightning pillar. Heavenly Tribulation. It vanished in a flash.

On the vast Big Snowfield, the thunder quieted, leaving only wind and rain. In the end, only Xuanyuan Qingfeng remained, truly standing alone. Xuanyuan Jingcheng and Xuanyuan Dapan perished together, leaving no bones or even a speck of ash. After a moment of daze, Xuanyuan Qingfeng let out a heart-wrenching, hoarse scream and collapsed into the rainwater. Xu Fengnian slowly walked back onto Big Snowfield, filled with mixed emotions. He saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng curled up there, sobbing. Xu Fengnian sighed and walked over to hold an umbrella for her. It wasn't for her sake, but rather because Xuanyuan Jingcheng's actions warranted Xu Fengnian's small gesture for the daughter of such a Confucian Saint. The heavy rain continued to pour. As long as she didn't get up, Xu Fengnian kept holding the umbrella for her.

The old Sword God, Li Chungang, watched this scene, his eyes wide. In his eyes, a mix of sadness, loneliness, nostalgia, and recollection appeared. That year, when he carried that woman onto the Demon Slaying Platform, it was also a heavy rain, and he also held an umbrella. The world did not know that this Sword God had been misled by Qi Xuanzhen back then. The breaking of his sword, Mumanu, was nothing; losing an arm was nothing; these were not the reasons for Li Chungang's great drop in cultivation. Even after being trapped under the Tide-listening Pavilion for twenty years, Li Chungang had never truly escaped the prison he had created for himself. He was already invincible in the world, but what about against himself? Li Chungang recalled her face as she lay dying. At the time, she couldn't utter a single word, but thinking about it today, wasn't it the two words "no regrets"?! Li Chungang walked to the edge of Big Snowfield cliff. Behind him were the man and woman holding an umbrella, mirroring the scene with him and the woman in green robes. When a sword pierced her chest, she had smiled palely and said, "If heaven hadn't given birth to you, Li Chungang, it would be quite boring." Li Chungang shouted, "Swords, come!" Hundreds of swords belonging to all the swordsmen of Huishan simultaneously unsheathed and flew towards Big Snowfield. Thousands of peach wood swords of various styles from the Longhu Mountain Taoist priests all unsheathed and flew majestically towards Guiniu Dagang. Two waves of flying swords obscured the sky. On this day, Sword God Li Chungang re-entered the Terrestrial Sword Immortal realm.