Chapter 65

Xuanxin Dao is a small branch of Taqing Dao.

The ancestors of Xuanxin Dao were shrewd, relying on the imperial family, and over several hundred years, they grew and developed into a sect that was not inferior to some of the forces left over from the Qin and Han dynasties, and even more ancient times. During the Han Dynasty, it also flourished for a period.

It became one of the Six Dao.

Ning Wuxue and Wu Jin's servant came to the inn where the Xuanxin Dao sect was staying. As soon as they entered, they saw two Taoists sitting cross-legged on a bench, facing the inn door, with a calm and peaceful aura, exuding a sense of righteousness.

Taqing Dao emphasizes "non-action" and "naturalness," experiencing a true sense of tranquility. As a branch of Taqing Dao, Xuanxin Dao naturally inherited these characteristics. However, Xuanxin Dao also made many changes to Taqing Dao, incorporating the complex theories of the Hundred Schools of Thought from the Warring States period and blending in a touch of the "chivalrous" spirit of the Mohist school.

Therefore, the disciples of Xuanxin Dao possess a sense of chivalry and righteousness, acting with integrity, which allowed them to gradually develop.

"Who are you? This inn has been reserved by our sect. If you want to stay, please go to another one." The Taoist on the left, who had a sword on his back, opened his eyes and looked at Ning Wuxue.

Ning Wuxue concealed his aura, showing no signs of weakness, and gave a slight bow to the two Taoists. "I am Ning Zhongyuan from Qingyang. I am not here to stay, but to ask for help with something."

"What is it?"

The Taoist had encountered many people seeking help before. Many disciples would go down the mountain to accumulate merit, inevitably getting entangled in worldly affairs, which would delay their cultivation. He was somewhat displeased, but he maintained his composure, speaking coldly.

"I have a friend named Yan Chixia, who is a disciple of Xuanxin Dao. I wonder if he is staying here?"

"You know Senior Brother Yan?" The other Taoist, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them, his gaze cold, and looked at Ning Wuxue.

The other Taoist's face changed slightly when he heard "Yan Chixia." He glanced at Ning Wuxue and coldly said, "You commoners, who don't know that there are gods above you, hmpf, Senior Brother Yan was harmed by people like you. Go away, Senior Brother Yan is not here."

The Taoist stood up, waved his sleeve, and a force pushed Ning Wuxue and Wu Jin's servant out of the inn. The door creaked shut, and a faint voice came from inside, "We are all looking for him..."

"These stinky Taoists, how rude, I'll go knock on the door. This is Wuzhou City, is there no law...?" Wu Jin's servant was very angry, rolling up his sleeves, ready to bang on the door.

"Wait, let's go to the next one..."

Ning Wuxue glanced at the inn, took a deep breath, and stopped the servant, wondering if something had happened to Yan Chixia.

Thinking about the sudden appearance of so many cultivators in Wuzhou City, Ning Wuxue suddenly realized that the Black Mountain Old Demon must have taken action.

Qingcheng Sword Sect is a sect of sword cultivators. When Ning Wuxue arrived at the inn where the Qingcheng Sword Sect was staying, the disciples were much more friendly compared to the rudeness of Xuanxin Dao. However, when they heard that Ning Wuxue wanted to borrow a divine weapon, the Qingcheng Sword Sect disciples were somewhat hesitant.

"Master Ning, Qingcheng Sword Sect does have divine weapons, but the sword is in the hands of our eldest senior brother, who is traveling the world. We don't know where he is. Our swords are sharper than ordinary weapons, but we can't guarantee that they can cut through armor-piercing arrows."

Armor-piercing arrows are military weapons, made of fine iron, extremely hard, capable of piercing through five layers of steel armor. Ning Wuxue was quite disappointed. He had gained nothing from Xuanxin Dao and Qingcheng Sword Sect, and time was not on his side.

"Right, isn't Senior Sister Hongye from Yuxian Sect in Wuzhou? She has a divine weapon that can cut hair and slice through iron as if it were butter. Perhaps it can help you."

The young man in a green robe with a sword on his back was named Ruo Liufeng, a third-generation disciple of Qingcheng Sword Sect, who had just entered the Qi Transformation realm. He was热情 and smiled at Ning Wuxue. "But Senior Sister Hongye is usually hard to talk to. Let me go with you."

"I would be grateful, thank you, Brother Liufeng!" Ning Wuxue smiled lightly, noticing that Ruo Liufeng's eyes lit up when he mentioned Senior Sister Hongye, understanding why Ruo Liufeng was so enthusiastic.

Yuxian Sect stayed in a large mansion, one of their outer sect disciples' operations in the city.

Not only Yuxian Sect, but almost all cultivation sects have operations in the secular world. Some disciples, who cannot make progress in cultivation for a long time, become outer sect disciples, walking in the secular world to accumulate merit or find good cultivation candidates.

Three thousand red dusts refine the Dao heart.

Cultivation requires detachment, but once a certain realm is reached, one must re-enter the world. Having some operations in the secular world also facilitates the disciples' entry into the world for cultivation.

In a room in the mansion, a woman in red sat cross-legged, her black hair cascading down, her face beautiful, her slender body exuding a sense of heroism. A large, black sword lay on her lap.

The sword trembled slightly, emitting a dark glow, with a blood groove-like spine and a winding dragon carved on it. The hilt was also black and strange, without a tassel.

The woman's skin, smooth like jade, glowed with a faint red light, sweat beading on her forehead, steam rising from her head, her eyes tightly closed, her expression in great pain.

Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded.

"Spit..."

The woman in red suddenly opened her eyes, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on her red skirt. The trembling sword absorbed the blood and stopped trembling.

She seemed to have suffered a severe internal injury, her face pale, her eyes cold as ice, looking at the door.

"What is it?"

"Senior Sister, Ruo Liufeng from Qingcheng Sword Sect has come to visit."

The woman's eyebrows furrowed, and she coldly said, "I don't want to see him. Tell him I'm sleeping."

"Senior Sister, this time Ruo Liufeng brought a young master who wants to borrow your Mo Ye to save someone."

Putting the sword aside, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, covering her pale face with a red veil, got out of bed, and followed her junior sister out of the room to the front hall.

"Senior Sister Hongye, it's been a long time. Are you well?" As soon as he saw the woman in red, Ruo Liufeng's eyes lit up, and he approached.

A sword blocked Ruo Liufeng's approach, and the woman in red coldly glanced at him. "Who wants to borrow the sword?"

"I do! This... this young lady, a brother of mine was injured by an arrow, and I need a divine weapon to cut the arrow shaft..."

Before he could finish, the sharp black sword pressed against Ning Wuxue's chest, a cold aura spreading from the tip of the sword throughout his body, making him feel as if he were on a northern ice mountain, shivering with cold.

"Mo Ye sword only kills, it does not save. Get lost..."

The woman in red looked at Ning Wuxue. Few commoners could withstand the cold aura of Mo Ye, and she spoke without any mercy.

Ruo Liufeng stepped forward, using his fingertips to move the Mo Ye sword aside, smiling.

"Hehe, Senior Sister Hongye, let's talk, let's talk, be friendly, friendliness brings wealth."

Enduring the cold aura, Ning Wuxue looked at the woman in red, took a deep breath, and said solemnly, "Miss Hongye, if you can save my brother, I will agree to any conditions you have."