Chapter 423: Jianghu Once Again Majestic as Thousands of Swords Arrive

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Zhang Chunlin exclaimed angrily, "Is this person crazy?!"

The Manor Lord, Zhang Dongling, shared his pessimism and was deeply worried. The woman was once a direct disciple of a revered Qi practitioner from the Guanyin Sect, poised to inherit her master's legacy. This was precisely why the Guanyin Sect had been so enraged back then. Among the millions of martial artists in the world, such a rare talent was consistently deemed "a priceless treasure." After falling in love, the woman devoted herself to her husband and children, and her cultivation had long since dissipated like water from a leaking clepsydra. Yet, her discernment remained. She, too, did not believe the guest could gain any advantage. One should know that the old woman among the sixteen Qi practitioners not only held a transcendental position within the Guanyin Sect but also commanded an extremely high seniority among all Southern Qi practitioners. She appeared to be a frail old woman, but had in fact lived for nearly two full sixty-year cycles. In martial arts, one might fear the youth, but in Qi cultivation, it was undoubtedly true that the older, the more experienced and formidable one became. For instance, in sword arts, Li Chungang, who shared a profound grudge with the Guanyin Sect, could reach the pinnacle before the age of thirty, becoming unrivaled after mastering his techniques. However, for Qi practitioners, throughout a millennium, only a handful had manifested great fortune by the age of thirty. The martial world loved to praise someone's supreme talent as "rare in a century," but for Qi cultivation, even describing it as "rare in a millennium" would not be an exaggeration! Li Chungang had, coincidentally, ruined such a prodigious talent, one worth half a kingdom.

Zhang Chunlin immediately stepped out of the pavilion first, saying, "I'll go stop that madman. There's no reason whatsoever for an outsider to bear the calamity of Youyan Mountain Villa."

Zhang Dongling and the woman exchanged a relieved smile and descended the mountain hand in hand.

A newborn calf fears no tiger because it has never entered the mountains and does not know the ferocity of a striped tiger. Due to his family background, Zhang Chunlin's fear of Qi practitioners was so profound that he dared not even draw his sword. It should be noted that Zhang Dongling, who self-deprecatingly called himself a blacksmith, had mediocre sword skills, but Zhang Chunlin was exceptionally gifted. By the age of twenty, he was only a step away from the Small Grandmaster realm. Over the past five years, he had not dared to slacken or waste a single moment, practicing swordplay with obsessive devotion. Yet, against those white-robed immortals from the distant South Sea, he still dared not fight. Therefore, when he saw the small boat obstructing the path on the lake, he was somewhat annoyed by the guest's lack of good sense, but more so worried that the white-haired man fishing from the lone boat would be caught in the crossfire of Youyan Mountain Villa's troubles. After all, though Zhang Chunlin was the young manor lord, his disposition remained simple and pure. Even if his talent and disposition resembled his mother's, he was still Zhang Dongling's offspring and possessed a precious innocent heart.

The terrifying aspect of Qi practitioners was not their sword arts, which could take lives and heads as easily as retrieving something from a bag. Rather, these immortal-like practitioners were favored by destiny. After mastering Qi cultivation, they could, through their individual opportunities, acquire one or even several great divine abilities from the Finger Profundity Realm up to the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm. Ordinary martial artists, let alone second-rank Small Grandmasters, were beneath their notice. Even top masters of the Vajra realm could fight them, and they would not fall into a disadvantage until their ultimate secret arts and treasures were unleashed.

On the lake, Xu Fengnian, in one breath, faced sixteen Qi practitioners of varying attainments.

Upon hearing the words "Northern Liang Blade," only the leading old woman's heart rippled slightly; the other white-robed immortals paid no mind. The Guanyin Sect was isolated far out at sea. Even during the Spring and Autumn Wars, they never showed deference to anyone. Before the Central Plains descended into chaos and the land sank, countless coastal emperors and ministers, despite their most prominent worldly statuses, had sincerely paid homage to the Guanyin Sect. If they chanced upon a True Master who stepped ashore, they would invariably perform disciple's rites, overjoyed and devoutly seeking advice on health preservation. Northern Qi practitioners were also known as the "Dragon-Attaching Sect" or "Dragon-Supporting Sect," similar to the Taoist ancestral home of Longhu Mountain, whereas Southern Qi practitioners were more akin to the secluded and pure Wudang Mountain, concerned not with the common people but only with spirits and deities.

After landing from the sea, the sixteen white-robed figures of the Guanyin Sect only took arduous routes: climbing mountains when encountering them, treading waters when faced with them, gathering heavenly lightning from blessed grottoes, and capturing flood dragons from ancient abyssal pools. They never interacted with ordinary mortals. When the sun rose, they would absorb the morning glow atop mountain peaks, embodying the ancient saying, "A true master does not show their true form; one who shows their form is not a true master." In their eyes, the fate of Youyan Mountain Villa, whether prosperity or ruin, was merely like the flourishing or wilting of grass and trees, not disturbing their inner peace in the slightest. This was not because Qi practitioners regarded other people's lives as lowly ants, but because they treated their own lives no differently. The sage's saying, "One may die in the evening if one hears the Way in the morning," precisely summarized the core principles of these immortals.

A white-haired man carrying a Northern Liang Blade was indeed insignificant in the eyes of those accustomed to being revered as immortals by the world. What truly impressed them was the man's cultivation, as he sat steadily at the bow of the boat.

Heaven's net is vast and misses nothing. Qi practitioners served as hidden figures, detecting and mending flaws in the celestial mechanisms. If a "fish that slipped the net" was predestined by the celestial mechanism to leap over the dragon gate, they would offer assistance; this was the origin of the Imperial Astronomers' Dragon-Attaching Sect. However, if such an entity was a loophole in the celestial mechanism, it was deemed an otherworldly demon, a malevolent entity whose soul had to be shattered and confined to the sect's Moon Mirror Atrium, preventing eternal reincarnation. The Guanyin Sect primarily engaged in this latter practice. Back then, the Great True Master Qi Xuanzhen on the Lotus Platform was moved to divine wrath. Disregarding the heavenly tribulation he would later face, he slew celestial demons but did not send them to the immortal island's atrium. Instead, he arbitrarily gave them a lifeline, treating them like ordinary secular evildoers, merely sending them to the six paths of reincarnation. Because of this, the Guanyin Sect had always viewed such a magnificent Earth Immortal's fate as tragic, only able to achieve "dissolution by force" but unable to ascend to enlightenment.

When Xu Fengnian fought, no matter how extraordinary or saintly his opponent, he never liked to prattle on; it was simply a matter of life or death. Today, however, was an exception. With a gentle stomp, the fishing rod on the boat lightly sprang up. He grasped it with one hand, and with a flick of his wrist, wherever the fishing line reached, all the goose-feather snowflakes were crushed and scattered.

"The reason I stopped you today is to tell you two things. I know your Guanyin Sect has always stayed out of worldly affairs and are truly overseas immortal masters. I personally hold no ill will towards you. However, you have always believed that Qi Xuanzhen, the reincarnation of Patriarch Lu, acted against the heavens when he slew demons but then let them go to reincarnation. But today, I want to say something for Qi Xuanzhen, or rather, Hong Xixiang. As far as I know, his two self-dissolutions – once at the Demon Slaying Platform on Longhu Mountain, and once on Little Lotus Peak of Wudang Mountain – were merely to cultivate and prove the Way again in his next life. It was not, as you believe, due to him being outmatched by the Heavenly Dao, leading to his demise."

The male Qi practitioner, who was neither sitting nor standing, sneered, "How dare a mere mortal speak presumptuously about the Heavenly Dao!"

The old woman, whose Qi cultivation and nourishment vastly surpassed ordinary mortals, gently raised her hand. Her face expressionless, she merely gestured for her juniors to remain silent.

Xu Fengnian continued, "Each has their own justification. I don't expect to dictate on your territory; whether you listen or not is your business and has nothing to do with me. But as for the second matter, neither of us can escape it."

Most of the white-robed immortals were somewhat displeased by this man's bombastic remarks, though it wasn't so much indignation or anger. They merely found it comical, as if listening to an ignorant toddler still in diapers boasting to loyal court officials about matters of statecraft and governance.

The barefoot woman was probably an incomprehensible oddity; she was incongruously radiant, her eyes wide and overflowing with spiritual energy, as if she had just encountered a ferocious beast or divine creature described in ancient texts within her sect.

Xu Fengnian ignored their expressions, lifted his fishing rod, adjusted his Northern Liang Blade, and glanced back at the pavilion on the mountaintop, which was now out of sight. Withdrawing his gaze, he smiled and said, "The first senior who taught me swordplay was a blacksmith. He once bragged that just a few years after entering the martial world, he encountered a highly renowned figure and immediately befriended him, even stealing a family heirloom to bestow upon him. I later found out who he was, and who the young man was who gave him one of the famous swords in his sword case. The sword, named 'Agarwood,' is now kept in Wudi City and once ranked first among all swords forged in the Dragon Rock Incense Burner throughout the generations. That young manor lord who gave the sword back then has also become the lord of Youyan Mountain Villa. I don't know the purpose behind sixteen of you from the Guanyin Sect arriving simultaneously, but I previously sensed murderous intent from one of you. So, even if it seems unreasonable, I will interfere in this matter. Yes, you won't care if I'm carrying the Northern Liang Blade, nor will you fear Northern Liang and its three hundred thousand iron cavalry. Separated by thousands of miles, even if one side is Xu Xiao and the other is the Guanyin Sect's leader, it's impossible for them to seek trouble on each other's territory. So, let today's matters be concluded today. If you manage to reach the shore, that's a testament to your skills as immortals. Even if I am crippled or die, I won't let anyone hold a grudge or seek revenge. But if, by chance, you fail to land, could you refrain from killing people in the villa, speak civilly, and live in peace with Zhang Dongling's ordinary family?"

The old woman sighed, "What a fine saying, 'Let today's matters be concluded today.' If everyone were like you, then there would be no need for us Qi practitioners in the world."

Xu Fengnian waited quietly for her to continue.

The old woman shook her head and said, "Unfortunately, some rules cannot be broken. Our agreement with Youyan Mountain Villa was personally set by the Sect Master before her secluded cultivation. If the Dragon Rock Incense Burner has eighty-one talisman swords, it would be fine if a few were missing. I could even risk punishment to intercede a few words for Zhang Dongling and save his life. However, the matter of the talisman swords is truly too significant. Furthermore, whether Zhang Dongling lives or dies is not something our sect truly cares about, but a traitor within the sect must be killed. Without rules, nothing can be accomplished properly. The world believes we Qi practitioners are heartless; this is also why: to follow the Heavenly Dao, even one's closest relatives can be sacrificed."

Xu Fengnian smiled, "The arguments have been made, no one owes anything. Then let us begin our fight to the death."

The old woman, known even on the island for being close only to the Heavenly Dao and far from human sentiment, smiled. Since leaving the island, she had spoken less than ten words in total, but now, in less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, she had already greatly exceeded that. "Young master, feel free to use your abilities. Even if I and the fifteen sect disciples die on the lake, it is due to fate, and it will definitely not implicate anyone else. But regarding the talisman swords, even if sixteen people die, another wave will still come to Youyan Mountain Villa. As long as you don't use cunning tricks and can block them, you will naturally be considered to have great fortune. Even if the entire Guanyin Sect perishes, with no one remaining, we will have no regrets."

The originally grand and chilling scene of wind and snow, mountains and lakes, was completely ruined by Xu Fengnian's next vulgar, rogue-like remark: "You Guanyin Sect don't, by any chance, have several hundred or a thousand Qi practitioners, do you?"

The old woman, highly praised for flawlessly predicting celestial mechanisms, was struck speechless, her expression peculiar.

The barefoot woman bent over, clutching her stomach. Fortunately, she managed not to laugh aloud, enduring with extreme difficulty.

The other fourteen Qi practitioners were all somewhat exasperated and amused. This white-haired young man truly exuded an indescribable common and rustic vulgarity—utterly unbearable!

But the old woman seemed immensely serious, and her voice was solemn as she commanded, "Everyone, go ashore."

Immediately, seven male immortals swept past.

Beneath Xu Fengnian's feet was a small boat, at the bottom of which lay a crimson-robed yin creature whose sinister, malevolent energy had transformed into golden-purple Qi after reaching the Heavenly Phenomenon realm.

Previously, the Qi practitioners had "sat on the lake," causing the surface to sway, but only one boat remained still. Xu Fengnian, with his second-rank inner energy, naturally did not possess the cultivation required for such a feat, which only first-rank practitioners could achieve.

Perhaps only the old woman truly understood the gravity of the situation; she was facing a peculiar opponent who might even surpass the Finger Profundity realm.

Xu Fengnian wielded his fishing rod with one hand and waved his wide sleeve with the other. All twelve flying swords shot out from his sleeve, forming six pairs, each pair thrusting towards two Qi practitioners. Furthermore, a silver-white fishing line lashed out behind the boat, splitting the lake near the shore with a single stroke.

Perhaps it was because Qi practitioners did not favor solo combat, or because they were obstructed by such astonishing and unorthodox methods like flying swords and river-splitting, they did not forcefully charge the sword formation and water wall. A middle-aged female Qi practitioner, whose status was likely second only to the old woman's, softly chanted, "Form the Big Dipper Heavenly Guard."

Xu Fengnian kept flicking his wrist. With just a single fishing rod, he severed the river repeatedly, his Qi flowing like a cascading galaxy, truly exhibiting the grand demeanor of an immortal who could overturn rivers and seas.

The vast lake swayed with such magnitude; how could the Qi practitioner who "sat on the lake" even compare to a fraction of it?

Having gained the upper hand, Xu Fengnian did not relent, solemnly proclaiming, "To Youyan Mountain Villa, I request swords!"

Swords, come!

Under the decisive instruction of the Manor Lord of Youyan Mountain Villa, located below Crouching Tiger Mountain, almost everyone, including servants and maids, quickly and with lightning speed brought out all the famous and ancient swords stored within the villa. Zhang Dongling, moreover, swiftly left with his wife and son and swiftly returned. The Manor Lord carried "Dragon's Whisker" and "Signal Fire," two swords sealed within the Dragon Rock Incense Burner. His wife carried "Slender Waist Yangchun," and the young manor lord, Zhang Chunlin, in addition to his "Rootless Heavenly Water" sword, also brought the last famous sword, "Winter Slayer," passed down through generations and sealed in the sword furnace.

On the lake surface, it was as if several evil dragons were wreaking havoc together, the tempestuous waves creating a terrifying spectacle.

Xu Fengnian threw the fishing rod, whose line had finally snapped, into the lake. In his final act of intercepting the river, his white hair, at some unknown moment, became unbound and fluttered wildly, like a celestial being or a heaven-demon of indistinct origin. It was not a spirit of heroic audacity, but a profound desolation and poignant sorrow that no one could comprehend. His voice boomed like a great bell: "If the world cannot remember you, I will do it one more time for you! Swords, come!"

It is said that human ambition knows no bounds, like a snake attempting to swallow an elephant. Yet, this white-haired young man displayed the imposing aura of a monstrous python devouring a celestial dragon.

From Youyan Mountain Villa, thousands of swords, in a mighty surge, from the mountain, from within the villa, and from their scabbards, without exception, soared towards the man on the small boat.

He hadn't yet drawn his blade.

That's why he said, "First, ask me. Then, ask my blade."

Xu Fengnian took a step, his hands rising and falling. With one hand performing the Immortal's Touch, and the other the Green Dragon Sleeve, in a single breath, he hurled hundreds of swords down upon the heads of the sixteen Qi practitioners!

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