Chapter 6

The Blue Robe Hall had over ninety core members and about four hundred peripheral members, managing a street about half a mile long. They wielded considerable influence in the northern part of the city.

However, in the context of the entire city, they were merely minor figures. The death of one such person would not cause much of a stir. The authorities would not care, and the city's garrison was primarily concerned with the eastern part of the city, where the wealthy merchants and powerful clans resided. The lives and deaths of ruffians and underworld figures like them were of no concern to anyone.

What Zhuang Wudao truly feared was the person behind Shi Hu.

Yuecheng was rich in various minerals, attracting countless forces from the Eastern Wu Kingdom, which had deep roots in the city. There were at least three hundred qi practitioners in the city.

Although Shi Hu's Golden Armor Profound Body was a top-notch external cultivation technique, making him impervious to ordinary blades after twenty years of cultivation, he had not yet reached the qi practitioner realm, which was far from enough to firmly establish himself in the city. Even Zhuang Wudao and his group of brothers relied on a qi practitioner for support to run two casinos and three taverns.

Shi Hu's death would inevitably trigger a scramble for power among the surrounding forces. However, the attitude of the person behind the Blue Robe Hall and whether they would seek revenge for Shi Hu were unknown.

What Zhuang Wudao needed now was a few days to buy time to deal with everything.

The corpses in the alley were easy to dispose of. There was a dry well nearby, and they could be thrown in without anyone noticing for one or two months.

The traces of the battle could also be easily destroyed. The most troublesome issue was the miners, who could not be bought off with just some silver.

Although his chosen residence was remote and sparsely populated, there were still sixty to seventy people who had witnessed the battle. They were destitute miners, and with a bit of silver, they could easily betray him.

He did not want to kill them to silence them, nor could he do so, and he was not a madman. He had to think of another solution. Later, he would likely have to call his brothers to supervise the miners' departure from the city via water routes. He did not dare to hope for too long, but even a few days or even one or two days would be enough to suppress the news.

There was also Wu Xiaosi—

Zhuang Wudao sighed lightly, his eyes filled with sorrow. He then took the decaying sword behind him and stared at it intently.

He was almost certain that the will controlling his body came from this decaying sword, the very culprit that had killed his close friend!

However, that mysterious will had undoubtedly saved his life. He should be grateful, but the sudden and uninvited control of his body was more terrifying.

Zhuang Wudao was even more puzzled about the origin of the decaying sword in his hand.

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"You are a one-in-a-million talent for sword cultivation! If you follow me in sword practice, in at most ten thousand years, you can become a supreme immortal king!"

It was still that vague dream, with a young girl in red palace attire, carrying a long sword, looking down from above.

Zhuang Wudao habitually pinched his face. Feeling no pain, he knew he was in a dream.

However, this time, he was not impatient or anxious as before but curiously observed the girl floating in mid-air.

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, her features becoming clearer. Though her facial features were not entirely clear, her outline was already breathtakingly beautiful.

Zhuang Wudao looked around, but everything was shrouded in a thin mist, making it impossible to see the surroundings. From his experience in the previous three dreams, no matter which direction he went, he could not find an end.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhuang Wudao began to try to communicate with the girl in front of him.

"Then who are you?"

He did not really expect the girl in red to answer. In the previous three dreams, she only said one thing: "You are a one-in-a-million talent for sword cultivation! If you follow me in sword practice, in at most ten thousand years, you can become a supreme immortal king."

She did not react to his subsequent questions.

However, today, the girl seemed to be momentarily stunned, then muttered to herself,

"Who am I? I am Wu Ya—no, I am a sword spirit! The sword spirit of Qingyun Sword, Luo Qingyun. You can call me Yun'er—"

After saying this, she calmly asked, "Do you wish to follow me in sword practice?"

A sword spirit?

Zhuang Wudao thought of his decaying sword. He realized that there was indeed a connection between the two. The woman in front of him was the spirit of the sword.

He was even more amazed. Ancient books said that divine swords had spirits, and sword spirits could have their own intelligence, just like humans. It turned out to be true.

Perhaps it was because of the recent act of saving his life, or because the sword spirit appeared as a beautiful woman, but Zhuang Wudao's aversion diminished. He asked with a curious look, "Why can you speak today?"

"Spiritual fusion, mental fusion!"

Yun'er's voice was like celestial music, but after saying these four words, she did not explain further, her gaze deep, as if she was thinking about something.

Zhuang Wudao was confused and could only guess. Spiritual fusion? Mental fusion? According to legends, many supreme spirit swords needed to be nurtured by cultivators with spiritual intent daily to fully exhibit their power. Some evil swords required daily blood sacrifices, but their power was unimaginably great.

Could it be that he and the sword were in such a situation? Seven days ago, he had just come into contact with the sword, so the girl in the dream could only say one sentence.

During these seven days, his contact with the sword deepened, forming a 'bond.' Therefore, the spirit in the sword could speak to him and communicate with him?

"Then, why did you choose me, Yun'er? I practice boxing, not sword techniques! My instructors at the academy all said I am not suitable for weapon training, and I agree with them."

"It is the sword intent! The fusion of intent and sword—"

She was still sparing with words, but Zhuang Wudao noticed that Yun'er's eyes were unfocused, clearly still thinking about something. This sentence was likely just a subconscious response.

Sword intent? Fusion of intent and sword? What does this mean?

His confusion grew, and he asked, "You said that if I follow you in sword practice for ten thousand years, I can become a supreme immortal king. But how can a person live for ten thousand years? As far as I know, even a yuan shen cultivator only has a lifespan of six hundred to a thousand years. Is there really such a thing as an immortal?"

"Ignorant!"

Luo Qingyun seemed to finally come to her senses, letting out a light hum, and a cold aura instantly filled the dream.

Her gaze fell on him again, and Zhuang Wudao felt a chill run down his spine, as if a sword was pointing at his forehead.

"Beyond the yuan shen realm, there are the xun xu, he dao, gui yuan, da cheng, and deng xian realms. After these five realms, one can become an immortal and enjoy a lifespan of thirty thousand years! A supreme immortal king, as the name suggests, is an outstanding immortal among immortals! If you follow me in sword practice, if you can survive for six to seven thousand years, you will surely achieve immortality and freedom!"

Zhuang Wudao was taken aback, finding it hard to accept. In his impression, a qi practitioner of the sixth level was already a significant figure.

The legendary golden core and yuan shen cultivators were akin to deities. A single one had the power to destroy a country.

In the Eastern Wu Kingdom, where he lived, there was a golden core ancestor guarding the royal family, making it a minor hegemon in the southeast.

There were other countries with comparable territory and power, but without golden core cultivators, they could only follow the lead of the Eastern Wu Kingdom.

If not for the restraint of other major powers, the Eastern Wu Kingdom could have already swept through the southeast and annexed the neighboring countries.

Shaken, Zhuang Wudao shook his head. The realms of yuan shen, xun xu, he dao, gui yuan, and immortals were too distant for him to even consider. He was still far from the qi practitioner realm, the entry point for cultivators.

"Then, was it you controlling my body just now? Why did you do that?"

"It was me!"

Yun'er nodded and said calmly, "You are the final Qingyun Sword master I chose after a thousand years. If I let you die, Yun'er would have to wait another thousand years to choose the next master, which is too troublesome. Do you understand, master?"

Her tone was flat, as if she was talking about something ordinary.

Zhuang Wudao blinked. A master every thousand years? In other words, this Qingyun divine sword had chosen more than one master? What about the previous masters? Where are they now?

Could they be no longer in this world?

"I understand, but Yun'er, will you take over my body?"

This was what he truly cared about. Zhuang Wudao did not want his body to be taken over by someone else.

"I am a sword spirit. The sword is my body. What use do I have for your body? Just now, it was an emergency, and Yun'er took control of you out of necessity."

Yun'er looked at Zhuang Wudao's expression and added coldly, "If you are repulsed and unwilling, I will not control your body again without your explicit permission. Actually, there is no need to worry. At that moment, your mental intent resonated with mine, allowing me to do so. At other times, I do not have this ability."

Zhuang Wudao breathed a sigh of relief, though he still could not fully trust her. However, given the current situation, he could only accept it for now.

"About Wu Xiaosi—"

He wanted to ask Yun'er why she killed Wu Xiaosi without his consent. However, he stopped himself before the words left his mouth.

What was the point of accusing her now? Wu Xiaosi was already dead. Besides, he was completely powerless against the sword spirit named 'Luo Qingyun.'

Yun'er saw through his thoughts and hummed again, her tone disapproving, "Sentimental! Once you have cut ties and turned against each other, why hold back? What use is there in keeping him alive? Are you waiting for him to betray you again? Do you still consider him a friend? If you, my sword master, are in danger because of a moment of softness, Yun'er will fall back into a deep sleep!"

Zhuang Wudao was silent, his rational mind acknowledging that Yun'er's words were not wrong.

However, the bonds of friendship formed over the past ten years could not be easily erased.

Feeling heavy-hearted, Zhuang Wudao shook his head and put the matter aside. He then asked tentatively, "You want me to follow you in sword practice. Where should I start, Zhuang Wudao?"

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