Chapter 424: I Kill White Snow with the Black Sword

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People had only heard that the older generation Sword God Li Chungang once uttered the words "Sword, come!" at Daxueping in Huishan, causing Longhu Mountain to lose all face. Such a grand phenomenon was mere hearsay, making it impossible to truly comprehend its magnificent power. With thousands of swords floating and soaring, wouldn't one feel utterly crushed while standing beneath them?

Zhang Dongling of Youyan Mountain Villa, who had thought escape was impossible, exchanged glances with his wife. On one hand, they were shocked by the unknown guest who "severed rivers and intercepted white robes" and used thousands of borrowed swords to suppress immortals. On the other hand, they were confused as to why this person had intervened. Zhang Dongling was known for his lavish spending and generosity, appearing to be a spendthrift incapable of managing his household. However, his own swordsmanship was mediocre, making it difficult to secure the villa's status in the martial world. He resorted to the desperate measure of befriending people, akin to casting a net haphazardly and relying on luck, hoping to catch a few carp whose reputations were not yet significant but would later transform into dragons. After so many years, he had long become disheartened. Most martial artists, having navigated the martial world, had become as slippery as loaches, their youthful passion and righteousness worn away along with their rough edges. This time, facing peril and entrusting his son to a friend, only one or two out of ten true confidants came to observe, while the remaining eight or nine made excuses. The better ones would send letters of polite refusal, but more often, famous swordsmen who had previously received his help, forgetting their tearful gratitude and promises to repay even the smallest kindness with a gushing spring, simply vanished without a trace, continuing to act as their renowned heroes and swordsmen in their respective locales. Fortunately, Zhang Dongling was open-minded. Since he disregarded even life and death, he chose to let things be and not contend too much with these sanctimonious individuals. His son, Zhang Chunlin, however, was indignant and ironically bestowed upon them the title of "gentleman swordsmen of righteousness."

After witnessing the spectacular sight of thousands of flying swords in the sky, Zhang Chunlin turned to Zhang Dongling and asked with a trembling voice, "Father, is that the descendant of a long-standing friend of our villa?"

Zhang Dongling shook his head, a self-deprecating smile on his face. "Unlikely. Two hundred years ago, when Youyan Mountain Villa was at its peak, and our two ancestors successively served as leaders of the martial alliance, we might have had such extraordinary friends. But now, it's absolutely impossible. You've seen the connections and favors I've exchanged for half of the villa's treasured swords. Even your Uncle Cao Yu, who shared a life-or-death friendship with me, has been stuck in the Second Grade realm for years. But the one on the lake, his cultivation clearly surpasses the Vajra Realm. If not for that, he wouldn't be able to stop those qi practitioners from charging."

Zhang Chunlin was utterly bewildered. "Could it be Little Lu Zu Qi Xianxia from Longhu Mountain? But it doesn't look like him; he has neither a whisk nor a Taoist robe. And it's widely rumored now that the princess of the fallen Western Chu kingdom can control swords and enter the azure sky, but she is clearly a woman."

Zhang Dongling chuckled freely. "Heaven knows. Let's not worry about it and just leave it to fate, instead of causing ourselves unnecessary trouble. With our skills, we couldn't even help in this fierce battle, let alone add to the glory; we might even make things worse. If Youyan Mountain Villa can survive this ordeal, Zhang Dongling would willingly kowtow a hundred times to this nameless benefactor."

Zhang Chunlin cautiously asked, "Father, I want to learn swordsmanship from him. Can I?"

Zhang Dongling replied helplessly, "If you want to learn, that young sword immortal must be willing to teach you."

From the Chixue Courtyard, all five maids and servant girls emerged; two of them had even previously pretended to hold swords. Since Youyan Mountain Villa was renowned for qi cultivation and sword forging, and it was a place where everyone associated benefited, the villa's servants had also practiced some internal cultivation methods and techniques that outsiders would consider highly advanced. However, after the words "Sword, come!" were uttered, the flying swords unsheathed. The two outside Chixue Courtyard not only failed to notice how the ancient swords in their hands had left their scabbards, but their delicate bodies were also pulled forward by the momentum, almost causing them to fall to the ground. Not only were they speechless with surprise, their minds blank, unable to comprehend why such a handsome young master, who had previously chatted so amiably with them while warming wine by the stove, would do such a thing—even the gatekeeper Zhang Mu and the chief steward Zhang Han were instantly moved to tears, secretly mumbling that it must be the villa master and his wife's good deeds being rewarded, and that Bodhisattvas had shown their divine power to bring such a celestial figure to Youyan Mountain Villa.

A woman in purple, carrying a zither in one arm and a flask of wine in the other, slowly walked towards the Wohu Mountain Pavilion. The ancient zither was a treasured antique from Chixue's collection. A jar of yellow wine, initially scalding hot, became lukewarm. When she was seven or eight zhang from the pavilion, she glided up, sat down cross-legged, placed the zither on her lap, and took a long swig of the yellow wine.

With just one hand, she suddenly pressed the strings. The ringing sound was like a phoenix crying from the nine heavens, clear and unparalleled.

That year, on the peak of Huishan Mountain, when the scholar became a sage, Daxueping saw no snow, only torrential rain. After the turmoil settled, and before Li Chungang re-entered the realm of Land Sword Immortals, a man she utterly detested, whose hair had not yet turned white, held an umbrella for her once. She didn't know if she hated him for coming to Huishan, which set off a chain reaction, ultimately causing her parents' deaths and leaving her with lifelong guilt. Or if she resented him for having the enviable status of the Prince of Beiliang, allowing him to avoid suffering like her, leaving her like a fragile, rootless duckweed. She also wondered why she had chosen to "conspire with a tiger," willing to do business with such a lackadaisical, down-and-out beggar she first met. When did her hatred, though still present, become less intense? Was it when she learned that his solo journey to Beiliang had stripped him of all his luck, leaving him like a blank sheet of paper, while her own cultivation had soared due to absorbing the imperial seal, finally allowing her to pity him? Or was it when he, after learning that the wooden-sword rogue had broken his sword, was so disheartened yet spoke of it to no one but her, sharing rare, serious dreams and about snowmen while on the recliner? Or was it when they trudged through the muddy snow in Tai'an City to the Jiujiu Inn, and he bent down to gently tie a knot on her skirt hem under the table?

Xuanyuan Qingfeng, sitting on the roof of the pavilion, finished a jar of wine and tossed it high into the lake.

Wang Xiaoping, the "Sword Obsessive," was perhaps the last "outsider" to join the commotion. He walked out of the courtyard gate and looked up at the raging snow, wondering if he recalled seeing his master carrying his young junior brother up the steps of Wudang Mountain, and his senior brother silently following behind, constantly brushing snow off the junior brother. The usually stern Wang Xiaoping smiled knowingly. The resentment in his heart—about his senior brother's fortune and subsequent loss of Huangting, and his junior brother's willingness to sacrifice his body to re-prove the Great Dao for three hundred years—all slowly dissipated at this moment. Looking at the young man's back on the lake, Wang Xiaoping brushed some snowflakes from his shoulder and thought, "My brothers, this burden you've entrusted to me, I, Wang Xiaoping, will bear it, even though I once disliked Xu Fengnian from the bottom of my heart!"

Wang Xiaoping, who had practiced swordsmanship in the mountains and sought answers in the world, maintained his smile as he strode towards the lake, extending a hand forward. He condensed a long sword from the heavy snow. It was crystal clear. If anyone dared to come ashore, Wang Xiaoping, who had eradicated demons and devils, would also slay the so-called overseas immortals!

In truth, Xu Fengnian had never even hoped for Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Wang Xiaoping to intervene. This wasn't about trust; he simply had a habit of not relying on outsiders for anything. Of course, the crimson-robed spectral entity beneath the boat was an exception. The bond between the living person and the spectral entity had been forged through multiple life-or-death struggles against enemies: jointly slaying the demon Luo Yang at the Yellow River Dragon Wall, meeting Xu Huainan at Ruoshui, killing Wu Hao outside Mount Tibing, the top-secret ambush at Iron Gate Pass, the descent of the Heavenly Demon in Tai'an City, confronting Liu Haoshi, and finally leaving the palace city hand in hand. When Xu Fengnian trusted her, he trusted himself. Therefore, the spectral entity, bestowed with or renamed Xu Ying, secretly nurtured its cultivation beneath the boat. Xu Fengnian relied on it to borrow thousands of swords and confront the sixteen white-robed immortals, feeling completely at ease.

The densely packed flying swords, like swarming locusts, descended with the immense power of "immortals stroking the grand peak." Only then did Xu Fengnian truly experience the formidable strength of these overseas immortal masters and ladies. If it were a one-on-one fight, he was confident he could instantly kill any of them within ten moves, except for the leading old woman. However, seven male qi practitioners formed the Big Dipper array, and their seven talismanic swords accumulated formidable power that could not be underestimated. The more than three hundred flying swords allocated to them only destroyed their sword array, severely injuring one immortal master who was struggling to guard the formation's core, and lightly wounding three or four others. The rest were still able to fight at full strength.

Guanyin Sect had always been known for its imbalance of yin over yang since ancient times. Thus, Xu Fengnian drew out six hundred swords and hurled them towards the eight immortal ladies. The peculiar sword array formed by their talismanic swords rotated like rolling beads, creating a mirror-like surface that not only caused no harm but didn't even destroy a single talismanic sword. The remaining single sword flew directly towards the old woman, but was completely bounced away a zhang before reaching her.

It was Xu Fengnian's first time controlling swords on such a massive scale, and his technique was inevitably clumsy and unrefined. However, after three journeys, Xu Fengnian's mind had been refined to perfection, akin to Deng Tai'a's twelve fully formed sword embryos. How could he possibly falter after an initial surge? After one wave of flying swords crashed down, he swept his single hand in a semicircle, guiding the vast multitude of flying swords to swiftly circle the small boat as its center. The second wave turned to attack from the side. The lake surface, wounded by sword energy, was torn into countless splashes. The vast expanse of white goose-feather snow, before falling onto the lake, was churned to shreds. From Xu Fengnian's position, it felt as if, between heaven and earth, "I, with thousands of black swords, slay millions of white snow!"

The people on the lake followed the rotating flying swords. The two groups of white-robed immortals, men and women, moved nimbly, stepping on the lake surface, walking side by side, together confronting the malevolent, fierce swords that seemed like underworld creatures from Fengdu, causing chaos in the mortal world. At this moment, the old woman who stood motionless was closest to Xu Fengnian. The robes of the eight female qi practitioners fluttered, like flying immortals from Dunhuang. Their talismanic swords formed a wide mirror surface that shifted from horizontal to vertical. The eight talismanic swords themselves were incredibly agile and vibrant, achieving a superficially serene and profound state under the qi practitioners' guidance.

The male qi practitioners, however, were slightly more rushed. Their talismanic swords, of varying quality, merely swept out one by one, doing their utmost to deflect the three hundred incoming flying swords. The qi practitioner who had previously "embarrassed himself" by sitting on the lake actually possessed considerable cultivation. After the qi practitioner at the array's core was severely injured, he immediately took charge of the pivot point. When facing the enemy, and even before, there was a certain arrogance born of his status. But now, there was no trace of impatience; he vaguely displayed the demeanor of a seasoned qi master. Their purpose in targeting Youyan Mountain Villa for talismanic swords was twofold: acquiring the swords and gaining experience. Qi practitioners undoubtedly understood the essence of "using stones from other mountains to polish one's own jade" (learning from others' strengths). On this journey north, one of their senior sisters had already spontaneously advanced her realm while observing the moon by a pool, comprehending a marvel from the vast and treasure-like Profound Insight realm. According to the unique terminology of qi practitioners, this was like "exploring a dragon's palace and returning with a dragon's eye." If someone could obtain the blessings of heaven and earth and fortunately comprehend the great marvel of the Heavenly Phenomenon realm, it was considered achieving success by "obtaining the luminous pearl."

The flying swords and talismanic sword arrays either brushed against or collided with each other. The sound was like mountains collapsing and stones cracking, far more deafening than spring firecrackers exploding next to one's ear. The old woman remained impassive; as swords came, she deflected them. She did not look at the white-haired young man, who seemed to dominate the peak of the grand momentum, but merely cast a gentle gaze at the two groups of proud disciples from the same sect but different lineages, showing no unusual expression.

After initiating the flying swords twice, his sword-controlling technique improved at an astonishing speed. Xu Fengnian made gestures with both hands. In the third wave, three hundred flying swords still charged directly towards the male qi practitioners. The remaining nearly seven hundred flying swords, completely ignoring the old woman with profound cultivation, collectively swept towards the female qi practitioners. What was particularly spectacular this time was that their flight was no longer densely clustered like a concentrated volley of feathers, but rather appeared chaotically messy, with their trajectories being utterly unpredictable, making them impossible to guard against. A single sword array mirror could certainly not block them all. Qi practitioners excel at dedicated qi cultivation, embracing simplicity and embracing the holistic, ultimately swallowing the essence of heaven and earth. However, in terms of physical physique alone, most are far inferior even to Second-Grade martial artists. Let alone seven hundred flying swords; even if only a few swords pierced their bodies, these white-robed immortal ladies would perish.

A female qi practitioner, whose beauty resembled that of a glamorous woman but possessed a dignified demeanor, calmly called out, "Form the Vase!" Eight swords condensed into a large vase, like Guanyin of the South Sea holding a precious vase. The talismanic swords shifted from motion to stillness, their qi intricately linked into a web, forming a large net.

The woman who had separated from the Vase Sword Array smiled faintly, retrieved her talismanic sword, breathed gently on it, and softly murmured, "Point-Sword. Point at mountains, and mountains go to fill the sea." After encountering the "bottleneck" that every qi master of the South Sea Guanyin Sect would face, she left the island this time. By observing the moon, she comprehended a marvel of the Profound Insight realm, thus gaining the "Point-Sword" ability and finally breaking through her bottleneck. The white-robed immortal lady did not control her sword to fly out. Instead, she straightened her middle finger, placed her thumb over her ring finger, and used this gesture to continuously point at the sword's body. Each flicker of spiritual light was a talisman; these flickers of spiritual light coalesced into an immortal's decree.

The flying swords in the sky, obscuring the sun, first saw one fall into the lake, then two, then four, then eight. It was unclear if human effort borrowed to its limits; after she made approximately a hundred flying swords fall into the lake, she flipped her sword over and said, "Point-Sword. Point at the sea, and the sea goes to destroy mountains." The hundred swords in the lake sprang out of the water again, surprisingly at her command. They turned their tips and swept towards the flying swords controlled by Xu Fengnian. As a result, not only was the pressure on the Vase Array greatly reduced, but the male qi practitioners of the Big Dipper Talismanic Sword Array also gained a chance to recover and adjust their formation. Furthermore, some of them pulled out their consecrated magical artifacts, no longer solely relying on talismanic swords to counter the flying swords.

Xu Fengnian, standing alone at the bow, impervious to wind and snow, felt no anger or fear. He scoffed, "You truly believe that with the words 'Sword, come!', only swords in scabbards can be killing swords? I control ten thousand swords; even if they were as light as cotton, they could still crush you!" Xu Fengnian's sleeves fluttered, flapping loudly. The countless white snowflakes on the lake, each converged into a line, each forming a short sword, an inch-sword. The world between heaven and earth instantly seemed to freeze, all motion ceasing. Only swords. Innumerable swords. Black and white intertwined. To the awestruck onlookers on shore, the young man, wielding a sword while also wearing a saber, seemed invincible as long as no celestial being appeared.

"I am virtually unrivaled in this world."

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