Chapter 31

(Late, still exploring the ten steps of martial arts of Pure Yang, this chapter is an attempt, still adjusting, seeking more recommendations and favorites.)

In the martial arts arena.

At this moment, what most attracted Su Qinin was a young Taoist priest, about twenty years old, with an ordinary and very plain appearance. He held a four-foot-long saber, slender and sharp at the tip, gleaming in the sunlight.

The young man stood in the martial arts arena, different from the many practicing disciples, he remained motionless, even with his eyes closed, his saber slanted towards the ground, looking at a middle-aged man in a blue Taoist robe standing in front of the Qingyang Hall.

"Ji Yuan Zhenren!"

Qing Yu called out, his gaze falling on the middle-aged man, just as the portrait in the Wudang history records in the Sutra Pavilion, he was confident he would not make a mistake.

Su Qinin's eyes also widened. This was Ji Yuan Zhenren, the last peak master of Qingyang Peak, who fought with the head of one of the thirteen sects of the Demon Sect, the Desire Demon Sect, in a thunderstorm, and both perished.

A middle-aged Taoist priest, who looked very gentle, held a duster in his hand, stood quietly in front of the Qingyang Hall. Following his gaze, Su Qinin's eyes returned to the young Taoist priest.

Buzz!

A few breaths later, a faint buzzing sound arose, as if it came from the depths of a person's soul. However, at this moment, Su Qinin's mental energy had recovered its freedom, and his gaze immediately locked onto the long saber in the young man's hand. The slender blade was trembling with an extremely small amplitude, a level of control over power that had already surpassed Su Qinin's imagination.

Hiss!

Another extremely faint sword whistling sound, Qing Yu's eyes shone brightly, staring at Ji Yuan Zhenren. Although Ji Yuan Zhenren did not have a sword, he had a strong intuition that the sword whistling sound came from Ji Yuan Zhenren's hand.

Whether it was the saber buzzing or the sword whistling, after a moment, they rose sharply, stirring the sky, making the entire sky slightly dim.

At this moment, the three of Su Qinin felt incredibly insignificant. The saber buzzing and sword whistling made their breathing stagnant, giving them a deep sense of powerlessness.

At this time, the many figures in the martial arts arena also stopped their movements, all gazes fixed on the young Taoist priest and Ji Yuan Zhenren.

As time passed, the young Taoist priest's aura grew stronger, to the point where Su Qinin and the others felt a piercing sensation when they looked at him, the sharpness of the saber's edge.

In contrast, Ji Yuan Zhenren, although the sword whistling grew louder, still appeared calm and composed, his sharpness not showing, as gentle and warm as jade.

After half a cup of tea, the young Taoist priest's aura reached its peak, the clouds in the sky changed, and the golden light of the sun seemed to weaken under the sharpness of the saber.

Su Qinin's eyes widened. This was a true martial arts master, or someone who had walked a long distance on the path of martial arts. Such a presence, even causing changes in the sky, had already surpassed his imagination.

Suddenly, the young Taoist priest opened his eyes, the world darkened, he took a step, and in that one step, it seemed as if he had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, the distance between heaven and earth condensed, and he arrived three zhang in front of Ji Yuan Zhenren.

Clang!

The young Taoist priest drew his saber, the blade gleaming, in an instant, it seemed to illuminate the good and evil of the world, all evil was cut down, leaving only a bright sun in the sky, radiating brilliantly.

Rip!

The air was torn by the saber light, the vacuum was cut, and the space where the saber light passed was slightly distorted, as if everything had become unreal.

Su Qinin's mind went blank, his eyes fixed only on that one saber stroke. In the ancestral temple, the faint white saber shadow trembled, showing signs of revival.

Hiss!

At the moment the young Taoist priest's saber stroke fell, the sword whistling sound also reached its peak. In the sky, the golden sun suddenly dimmed, and then a golden sword light blossomed from the heavens, becoming the only thing in the world in an instant.

However, before Su Qinin and the others could see the sword light clearly, it flashed in the air and disappeared.

Clank!

The sound of metal clashing, Qing Yu's gaze shifted, and he couldn't help but draw a sharp breath, his voice trembling slightly.

"Qingyang Sword!"

It was a three-foot-nine-inch-long sword, entirely golden, crystal clear like jade, with a flowing light, now calmly floating a few zhang in front of Ji Yuan Zhenren, the tip slightly upward, holding back the young Taoist priest's saber.

The saber and sword met silently, the space around them violently distorted, even many disciples on the martial arts arena changed color, and those with slightly lower cultivation retreated.

Su Qinin and the others also felt a tearing force from the space, but fortunately, they were far away, and although the force was strong, they could still withstand it.

But at this moment, Su Qinin and the others didn't care about that. Their gazes were fixed on the Qingyang Sword floating in the air, the sword of the successive peak masters of Qingyang Peak, a spiritual sword, extremely rare in the martial arts world, which had disappeared after Ji Yuan Zhenren's death five hundred years ago.

"Parasitic spirit, it's sword control!"

Qing Yu took a deep breath, unable to help but exclaim. This was a technique of the top martial arts figures, after cultivating the spirit, one could use a spiritual weapon to parasitize and control it, using the spirit to control the object, almost a divine technique, capable of killing enemies from a thousand miles away.

"If I'm not mistaken, this saber stroke is the unique 'Xiuming Saber' of Qingyang Peak, following the virtue of heaven and grasping fate," the fat man also said, "even a generation of the Three Mad Taoists once evaluated the various martial arts of Wudang, stating that if the 'Xiuming Saber' were to reach its peak, it would not be inferior to ordinary top martial arts."

...

After the saber stroke failed, the young Taoist priest sheathed his saber and did not attack again.

Ji Yuan Zhenren smiled, took the Qingyang Sword, and with his other hand, lightly waved the duster. The disciples in the martial arts arena dispersed, leaving only the young Taoist priest and two others.

A disciple walked past Su Qinin and the others, treating them as if they were air, as if they didn't exist.

"Hey!"

The fat man couldn't help but speak, reaching out to grab someone, but unexpectedly grabbed nothing, his hand passing straight through the disciple's chest.

Fake!

Qing Yu's gaze was somewhat dazed, while Su Qinin pondered. This seemed similar to soul control, a world of illusions that created a sense of reality, making one believe it was real.

However, such soul control was far beyond what Su Qinin could achieve at the moment, even the intangible sharpness had been created, almost indistinguishable from reality. If not for the fat man's action, it would have been impossible to discern the truth.

"This spirit world belongs to Ji Yuan Zhenren. What we see is likely a manifestation of his memories," Su Qinin said.

"Memories?" Qing Yu was stunned, "That means these memories are real, they existed in the past."

"Yes, that's likely," the fat man, Qing Ye, was somewhat dejected, "Not to mention that Ji Yuan Zhenren died five hundred years ago, even if he hadn't, it would be impossible for him to live for five hundred years. Even Heavenly Destiny Masters find it hard to do so."

In front of the Qingyang Hall.

At this moment, Ji Yuan Zhenren was still, and the young Taoist priest and the other two were also still, standing silently, leaving Su Qinin and the others puzzled.

Coming to the martial arts arena, Su Qinin and the others looked around. Everything they saw was part of Ji Yuan Zhenren's memories, the peak glory of Qingyang Peak in the past.

Unfortunately.

The three exchanged glances, all seeing a sense of regret in each other's eyes. Five hundred years had passed like a knife, almost erasing all traces, Qingyang Peak had declined, its lineage severed, the site had become desolate, and the population had vanished.

"What are they going to do?"

After half an incense stick, the fat man was somewhat suspicious, observing the four people in front of the Qingyang Hall, who had not moved for half an incense stick.

Hearing this, Su Qinin and Qing Yu were also curious. They vaguely sensed that, besides Ji Yuan Zhenren, the young Taoist priest and the other two were likely the outstanding disciples of that generation of Qingyang Peak, especially the young Taoist priest, whose saber stroke was incredibly impressive. In Wudang, where sword techniques were supreme, such a saber technique was rare and almost unbelievable.

How could they obtain the severed lineage of Qingyang Peak in this mysterious spirit world? Su Qinin and the others finally concluded that if there was any lineage, it would likely be in the Qingyang Pavilion next to the Qingyang Hall. (Late, still exploring the ten steps of martial arts of Pure Yang, this chapter is an attempt, still adjusting, seeking more recommendations and favorites.)