Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The pressure that was no less than that of Master Shen emanated from Chen Yuan, and the bright sky suddenly became a little dim.

The sunlight in the sky was still as dazzling as ever, but in the eyes of everyone, it seemed to be tinged with an indescribable dark color.

That was the fear that welled up from the bottom of their hearts.

Chen Yuan stimulated Kunpeng's true blood, and his breath was mixed with a hint of the majesty of Kunpeng's true spirit.

He had been silent just now, but now he has become the only focus.

There was no more noise in the crowd. Even the angry Tiangang Sword Sect monks were stunned by this pressure. Only the sound of the whistling wind remained in the sky.

This was the first time that the Lingyun Sect cultivators saw Chen Yuan activate his true blood. All their eyes were on the black wings behind him, with curiosity and surprise in their eyes.

Bai Yanji recalled what he had seen and heard in the Demon Realm, and a hint of fear involuntarily appeared on his face.

Zheng!
A sharp sword sound suddenly rang out, breaking the silence. The Tiangang Sword Sect cultivator was suddenly awakened, and subconsciously stepped back, looking at Chen Yuan with a little fear.

The flying sword in front of Master Shen was trembling slightly, and the sword was ringing continuously, but it was not as loud as before, but rather a little low, and the tip of the sword was pointing directly at Chen Yuan.

A sword cultivator is fearless and would rather break his sword than bend it.

Sect Leader Shen slowly raised his palm and formed it into a sword finger, which he then slid across the sword. His eyes fell on the flying sword, focused and gentle.

"I became a disciple at the age of fifteen and started my cultivation. My sword heart was formed. It has been eight hundred and sixty-nine years since then. This sword has also been with me for eight hundred and sixty-nine years."

"After this sword was forged, it was originally called the Fiery Edge Sword. However, my master saw that I had a strong character and was worried that I would be too strong and break easily, so he changed it to Hidden Edge Sword."

"For the past 869 years, I have kept in mind the teachings of my master. Being too hard can easily lead to failure. Sword practitioners must be brave and diligent, and move forward courageously, but they must also know how to restrain their edge and wait for the right time to act. Only by combining hardness and softness can one follow the right path."

“So before Shen Mingyuan, I once fought against three cultivators of the same level alone and killed them to seek justice for my fellow senior brother.”

"After forming the infant, he shouldered the heavy responsibility of being the head of the sect. He also had to swallow his anger in front of the Demon Sect and led the people to migrate south. He was like a dog that had lost its home, in a miserable state."

"Shen has never forgotten the promise I made to my master before he passed away, that I would protect the inheritance of the Tiangang Sword Sect until the day I die."

"In the past, when facing the oppression of Ziyang Sect, Shen repeatedly gave in, and only showed his edge when he could no longer tolerate it."

"Faced with your coercion today, I also want to keep things quiet, but your intimidation is too strong and leaves no room for maneuver..."

Master Shen's fingers gently stroked the sword, from the hilt to the tip. Suddenly he paused, slowly raised his head, and looked at Chen Yuan. His eyes were as sharp as a flying sword.

The sword body trembled slightly and made a continuous clear sound.

This is just a high-level flying sword, but it has spirituality that is no less than that of a top-level flying sword.

"I will use this hidden sword to fight with Fellow Daoist Chen. If I win, please withdraw and do not disturb our sect for a hundred years. If I lose..."

He suddenly stopped, looked down at the Tiangang Sword Sect cultivators below, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"If Shen is defeated, the Tiangang Sword Sect will surrender. Fellow Daoist Chen, please accept us as disciples!"

Qin Gang's eyes widened: "Uncle Shen!"

"Master, you absolutely cannot do that!"

"Master, think twice!"

As soon as Master Shen finished speaking, the monks of the Tiangang Sword Sect started shouting, and their anger was moving.

Master Shen's face darkened, and he shouted sternly, "Shut up! Since I am the master, I should make all the decisions on matters of the sect, big or small. Don't you even obey the master's orders?"

The shouting stopped abruptly, and only Qin Gang was indignant and shouted: "Uncle Shen, we rely on the sect protection formation, we may not have no chance of winning, but it's just a death, why should we be afraid!"

Sect Leader Shen suddenly turned his head and fixed his eyes on Qin Gang.

Qin Gang opened his mouth, but the words that were already in his throat could not come out.

Only then did Master Shen shift his gaze and slowly scan the crowd.

No one spoke anymore. Although they all had resentment on their faces, they could only lower their heads slightly in the face of Master Shen's sword-like eyes, as if they were afraid of being hurt by his gaze.

But among the hundreds of Qi-refining disciples, many of them showed expressions of joy.

Master Shen paused for a moment, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes.

Among these people, there are dozens of independent cultivators who have recently joined the sect. They only want to improve their cultivation, and Sect Leader Shen will not blame them.

However, there were also a few sword practitioners who were carefully trained by the sect and they actually felt fortunate.

Sect Master Shen did not blame them. It was the sect that was unable to protect its disciples. Their cultivation was low, and their sword hearts were rough and not round enough. It was normal for them to have a desire to survive.

But he still felt very sad. Even these legitimate sword-cultivating disciples did not think that the sect could win.

It seems that the day of the Tiangang Sword Sect’s demise has really come.

Master Shen turned around, all his emotions were concealed, and became sharp again, leaving only coldness and determination.

"What do you think, Fellow Daoist Chen?" There was neither Jin Luoheng nor Bai Yanji in his eyes, he was staring at Chen Yuan closely.

Chen Yuan, like Sect Master Shen, swept his eyes over the Tiangang Sword Sect's cultivators and saw only hatred.

He did not see Ren You. This talented swordsman who once fought alongside him had not appeared for a long time.

Only some Qi Refining disciples showed a hint of fear, while others had a flattering look in their eyes but did not dare to show it.

These almost imperceptible glances could not escape the cultivator's sensitive five senses, let alone the powerful spiritual consciousness of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Chen Yuan retracted his gaze and looked at Master Shen, shaking his head slightly: "Forgive me for not being able to agree. Sword cultivators are strong-willed, and not everyone is like Fellow Daoist Shen, who understands the principle of combining hardness with softness."

"Even if Fellow Daoist Shen gives the order, they don't want to join our sect, and I don't want to accept people who hate our sect."

"If you are defeated, your disciples will be handed over to our sect for disposal, but I can promise you that if anyone is willing to switch to our sect, they can be spared from death."

Sect Leader Shen fell silent, and suddenly said, "Just as you said, fellow Taoist. Please don't embarrass them."

Qin Gang suddenly shouted: "Uncle Shen, in Tiangang Sword Sect, there are only sword cultivators who died in battle, not sword cultivators who surrendered!"

Lin Yuzhe said anxiously: "Master, we will fight to the death. Even if we lose, we will inflict heavy damage on Lingyun Sect!"

Master Shen shouted sternly, "Shut up! Anyone who interrupts again will be punished for the crime of betraying the master and destroying the ancestors!"

The two men shut up, and Master Shen looked at Chen Yuan again: "Shen has one more condition. Junior Nephew Ren and Junior Nephew Zheng have already led some disciples to leave Qi."

"They have received my order that if the Tiangang Sword Sect is destroyed by your sect, they are not allowed to return to Qi for the rest of their lives, and are not allowed to seek revenge on your sect."

"If Shen is defeated, can Brother Chen let them go? They will never disobey my orders..."

Qin Gang was stunned and seemed to have forgotten his anger.

He recalled the complicated expression Ren You had before he left the sect. Today he finally understood why Ren You was so helpless and conflicted.

Chen Yuan frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded slowly: "I promised you that I will not hunt you down."

Sect Leader Shen's expression eased a little, and he clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist. Please!"

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly: "There is actually no need for me and my fellow Taoist to have this battle. The Tiangang Sword Sect can be incorporated into our sect just like the Guiyuan Sect."

"Fellow Daoist, you should know that our sect treats all disciples of the Guiyuan Sect equally, and we will also be impartial to the disciples of the Tiangang Sword Sect."

Bai Yanji also advised: "Brother Chen is a man of his word, Brother Shen, why do you have to do something like a mantis trying to stop a chariot or an ant trying to shake a tree?"

Sect Leader Shen glanced at Bai Yanji, his eyes full of contempt, and said lightly: "Junior Brother Qin is right, there are only sword cultivators who died in battle, there are no sword cultivators who surrender."

"At this critical moment of life and death, as the head of the Tiangang Sword Sect, Shen must fight to the death."

"It's just that Shen must die, how can we let all the disciples in the sect be buried with the sect?"

"Asking them to surrender might be unfair to them, but it is also good to have one more disciple alive."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Qin Gang, Lin Yuzhe and others, and said in a deep voice: "If we win this battle, there is naturally no need to say more."

"But if I lose, you can disband your weapons if you don't want to surrender, but you can't resist anymore. Just for the sake of momentary pleasure, you can ignore your nephew and the others. Do you understand?"

Qin Gang lowered his head, and his tall body seemed to hunch over in an instant.

His expression changed constantly. He slowly raised his hands and bowed dejectedly, saying in a sorrowful voice: "Qin Gang... obey the orders of the master!"

Lin Yuzhe's face was filled with grief and indignation, but he did not hesitate at all: "Disciple obeys your command."

A trace of relief flashed across Master Shen's face. He flew out of the formation and faced all the cultivators of Lingyun Sect alone. He bowed to Chen Yuan and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, please teach me!"

Chen Yuan returned the greeting and said slowly, "I will not show mercy, please, Fellow Daoist Shen."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out the Zhongxuan Peak and threw it with force. The Zhongxuan Peak grew wildly in the wind, became a hundred feet in size, and fell like a meteor.

Sect Leader Shen had witnessed the power of Chongxuan Peak and did not dare to be negligent. He pointed and the flying sword split into 360 sword shadows. He separated half of them and condensed them into a ten-foot giant sword, which slashed towards Chongxuan Peak.

The other half of the sword shadow circled around Master Shen, ready to attack, and actually formed a sword formation. A faint sealing force slowly dissipated.

The sword formation slowly rotated, sword energy crossed the sky, and thousands of sword lights spread out, making the sky and the earth eclipsed.

The disciples of Tiangang Sword Sect raised their heads and stared at Sect Leader Shen closely. Even though they were crying due to the piercing sword light, they still tried to keep their eyes open, their eyes filled with ecstasy.

The most basic sword technique of splitting light and transforming it into shadows has become superb in the hands of Sect Leader Shen.

One sword forms a formation; this is the legendary magical power of sword cultivation, and it is the supreme magical power that only great cultivators can use.

There is more than one Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator in Donghua Continent, Sect Leader Shen, but from today onwards, he will undoubtedly be the number one Sword Cultivator in Donghua Continent!

The ten-foot-long giant sword slashed at Zhongxuan Peak, then disappeared in a flash and disintegrated, as if it could not withstand the powerful blow from Zhongxuan Peak.

But the next moment, the Chongxuan Peak, which was as powerful as a meteor, flew backwards, and a deep sword mark appeared on the dark yellow peak, spreading from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, almost running through the entire mountain.

Chen Yuan's face turned slightly pale. Although Chongxuan Peak was not his natal magic weapon, it had been nurtured in his dantian for many years and was connected to his mind.

The magic weapon was damaged, and his spiritual consciousness was also cut off by the invisible sword light, which was a serious injury. However, his spiritual consciousness was strong, far exceeding that of the cultivators of the same level, so he seemed to be unhurt.

But everyone could see that with one sword strike from Sect Leader Shen, the Tiangang Sword Sect's morale was greatly boosted.

The monks of Lingyun Sect were horrified. They saw clearly that the dark yellow mountain was a high-level magic weapon, but it could not block the sword of Sect Leader Shen.

A heavy sword has no edge, great skill is not elaborate, yet the power of Master Shen's sword is so great.

Only Sect Leader Shen had a stern expression. He raised his hand and made a gesture. The scattered sword light condensed into a ten-foot giant sword again. It crossed a distance of a hundred feet in an instant and slashed towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, and suddenly flapped his wings. His figure disappeared from the spot, and the giant sword hit nothing.

The next moment, he had teleported in front of Sect Leader Shen, his hands covered with a layer of black blades, and his fists came out like knives, grabbing Sect Leader Shen.

At the same time, his black hair turned snow-white, and Zhuyan True Fire rose from his hands, pouring into the spiritual space of Master Shen, attaching to his soul and burning.

Sect Leader Shen's pupils shrank, he forced himself to suppress the severe pain coming from his soul, and retreated violently.

As soon as he had a thought, the sword formation surrounding him trembled violently and shrank inward together, like a lotus flower curling back. Thousands of dazzling sword lights slashed towards Chen Yuan.

In order to counter Chen Yuan's teleportation technique, he painstakingly practiced the sword formation magic, which contained the power of sealing, but it had no effect at all.

After all, he was not a great cultivator, and the Tiangang Sword Sect had never had a great cultivator, so he did not have a deep understanding of the art of teleportation.

Chen Yuan can come and go freely under the Demon Lord's technique of locking heaven and earth. How can an unformed sword formation trap him?

Seeing that the sword light was about to submerge Chen Yuan, he took out the Zixu Sword and swung it down heavily!
A green sword light slashed out, condensed and brilliant, sharp and dazzling, and the thousands of oncoming sword lights all dissipated.

Chen Yuan is not a sword cultivator and does not understand the way of the sword, but his true energy is pure and strong, and the Zixu Sword in his hand is a top-level magic weapon.

Strength can defeat skill. Even Master Shen’s astonishing sword formation had to retreat in front of the sharp edge of the Zixu Sword.

After forcing back the sword lights and shadows, Chen Yuan flapped his wings again, teleported to the side of Sect Leader Shen, and raised his hand to grab him.

Sect Leader Shen was wrapped by the sword shadow and escaped at an extremely fast speed, but not as fast as the teleportation technique.

His eyes focused, and a flying sword suddenly flew out from behind him. It was the Cangfeng Sword that had accompanied him for 869 years.

This is a plain flying sword, three feet and three inches long, and all white. Only the flash of cold light on the sword's spine shows that it is a high-level magic weapon that has drunk countless blood.

Master Shen did not place all his hopes on the sword formation. This flying sword, which was connected to his blood and mind, was his last trump card.

The two sides were too close, and the Cangfeng Sword instantly arrived in front of Chen Yuan, while the Zixu Sword was used to resist the sword formation and could no longer return to provide support.

There was a gleam of light in Master Shen's eyes, and the pain of his soul being burned was completely forgotten at this moment. This was his only chance. He didn't believe that Chen Yuan's body could block the blow of the Hidden Sword.

But Chen Yuan did not dodge or evade. The robes on his body turned completely black and glowed brightly with silver light.

The power of space condensed on Chen Yuan's hands and gathered in front of his chest. A black vortex suddenly appeared and blocked Chen Yuan.

The Hidden Sword pierced into the black vortex, and the black vortex shattered like glass, but the sharp sword light contained in the Hidden Sword was also swallowed up silently and lost all its light.

The next moment, Chen Yuan flapped his wings and teleported in front of Master Shen. He raised his hand like lightning, pressed it on his chest, and then stopped suddenly.

The sharp black blade cut into Master Shen's robes, leaving a shallow scar against his heart.

Sect Leader Shen's eyes dimmed, and the sword shadows in the sky suddenly shattered. The Cangfeng Sword stopped in the air, slowly turned over, trembling slightly, and emitting one wail after another.

"I lost." Master Shen said hoarsely.

Chen Yuan withdrew his right hand, and the black wings behind him folded up. His white hair turned back to black, and the Zhuyan True Fire that entered Master Shen’s soul space also extinguished itself.

There was complete silence all around. The Tiangang Sword Sect cultivator stood still, tears from the sword light still lingering on his face, but the sword light in the sky had already dissipated.

The fight between Chen Yuan and Sect Leader Shen seemed long, but was actually very short. From the time Sect Leader Shen set up the sword formation with overwhelming momentum to the time Chen Yuan controlled Sect Leader Shen's vital points, it took less than three breaths of time.

Master Shen raised his right hand, and the Hidden Sword slowly flew back and landed in his palm.

He looked down at the flying sword in his hand and laughed at himself: "Friend Chen is very cunning. I thought I would lose, but I didn't expect that I would lose so quickly..."

Chen Yuan retreated ten feet, stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering, and said calmly: "I didn't hold back at all, Fellow Daoist Shen should be proud of himself."

This was true. He did not have to use all his means. He only needed to use the Zixu Sword and Sect Leader Shen to fight. With his pure and powerful true energy, he would be able to win sooner or later.

Although the Hidden Edge Sword is sharp, it is ultimately just a high-level magic weapon, and its power is far inferior to that of the Purple Void Sword.

But in front of the monks of the two sects, this battle cannot be dragged on. He must use thundering means to defeat Master Shen and completely crush the fighting spirit of the monks of the Tiangang Sword Sect.

This fight was destined to spread throughout Donghua Continent and to the four major Xuan Sects. He was not afraid to reveal his cards to let these people see his strength.

The number one swordsman in Donghua Continent, his sword formed a formation and he defeated him within three breaths.

If the great monk doesn’t come out, who can compete with him?

Master Shen raised his left hand and gently stroked the sword. His sharp eyes had become gentle at this moment.

He turned around, took a deep look at Jianling Mountain, sat cross-legged in the sky, and placed the Cangfeng Sword across his knees.

"According to the agreement between me and fellow Daoist, if I lose this battle, I will be at your disposal as a disciple of the Tiangang Sword Sect. I hope you will keep your promise..."

He took off the mustard ring on his right wrist, raised his hand and pushed, slowly flying towards Chen Yuan.

"This mustard seed ring contains hundreds of years of accumulation by me, and the master's seal is also inside. I will give all of it to you..."

Zheng!
Before he finished speaking, a loud sword sound resounded through the sky.

Master Shen slowly closed his eyes, the hidden sword on his knees dimmed, and a layer of rust quietly crept up the sword.

A layer of warm light shone on Master Shen's body. It was the sharpest sword light in the world, but at this moment it became incomparably soft.

His flesh and blood turned into specks of light, which dissipated with the wind from bottom to top, and the rust gradually devoured the Cangfeng Sword.

"Master!" Lin Yuzhe burst into tears and knelt in the air, as if he was supported by an invisible floor, and kowtowed heavily.

"Send the master to the afterlife!" Qin Gang bowed deeply and saluted to the ground.

On Jianling Mountain, there was a sound of sorrow.

Sect Leader Shen smiled slightly, glanced at them reluctantly, and disappeared into a flash of light.

The sword was already covered with rust and broke into pieces, scattering to the ground without leaving any trace.

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed silently. Jin Luoheng, Bai Yanji and a group of Lingyun sect monks all clasped their fists and bowed as well.

Qin Gang slowly straightened up and looked at Chen Yuan. His eyes were red, but he showed a deep hatred. He said coldly: "The master has ordered that if we lose this battle, our disciples will be at the mercy of Senior Chen."

"Qin doesn't dare to betray his master and ancestors, so I will close the sect protection formation now. Please wait for a moment, senior."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, and Qin Gang disappeared into the depths of Jianling Mountain.

The cultivators from the Tiangang Sword Sect gradually stopped wailing and looked ahead in despair. The entire Jianling Mountain was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

About a quarter of an hour later, the formation covering Jianling Mountain slowly dissipated, but no cultivator from the Lingyun Sect rushed forward.

Qin Gang flew up into the sky again and came in front of Chen Yuan. He took out a jade slip from his storage bag, flicked his finger, and flew towards Chen Yuan: "The jade slip records the methods of opening our sect's Sword Sutra Pavilion, treasure house, sword mausoleum, etc., please accept it, senior."

Chen Yuan raised his hand to take the jade slip. Qin Gang looked at all the Tiangang Sword Sect practitioners and said in a deep voice, "My fellow disciples, from today on, the Tiangang Sword Sect will no longer exist. We must obey the order of the Sect Master and we must not resist..."

He paused for a moment, and suddenly raised his voice a few notches: "But there are only sword cultivators who died in battle, there are no sword cultivators who surrender!"

"The Sect Master has fought for us. Qin does not want to live in disgrace, so I will follow the Sect Master today."

"I also ask all my fellow disciples not to avenge the Tiangang Sword Sect, not to avenge the Sect Master, and not to avenge Qin!"

He bowed deeply to everyone, then descended into the air and arrived at the top of a mountain. He sat cross-legged, opened his mouth and spit out a golden pill, then raised his hand and crushed it.

The golden elixir turned into golden light and dissipated into the air.

Qin Gang stared at the majestic Jianling Mountain without blinking. His eyes gradually dimmed until they froze, with a deep sense of nostalgia remaining in them.

Lin Yuzhe raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face and said hoarsely: "My fellow disciples, I do not want to live in disgrace and follow Master and Senior Brother Qin to reincarnation. You... take care of yourselves."

After saying this, he also destroyed his golden elixir on his own and left in disintegration.

"Zhao is willing to live and die with the sect!"

"I, Chen Pingzhi, am like a flying sword in my hand. I would rather break than bend. My fellow disciples, I will go ahead!"

There were constantly monks from the Tiangang Sword Sect following the footsteps of Master Shen and his two companions and committing suicide.

Chen Yuan did not stop him. A cultivator from the Lingyun sect showed a look of reluctance on his face, looked away, and dared not look again.

No Jindan cultivator chose to surrender. Among the more than sixty foundation-building cultivators, at least fifty committed suicide with their swords.

Most of the Qi-refining disciples showed hesitation, and only a small half chose to end their lives.

There were only a few independent cultivators who had recently joined the Tiangang Sword Sect, and they followed Sect Master Shen.

After everything was settled, Chen Yuan descended from the sky and came to the surviving disciples of the Tiangang Sword Sect, and said calmly, "Are you willing to surrender?"

Someone immediately bowed down: "Junior is willing to surrender!"

Others followed suit, some praised, some flattered, but more people remained silent with sad faces.

Chen Yuan added: "From today on, you are disciples of Lingyun Sect, but you must first mine spirit stones in the spirit stone veins. After three years, you can officially join the sect. Are you willing?"

Everyone was overjoyed that they could save their lives, so they dared not bargain and agreed to the price.

Chen Yuan flew back into the sky, took out the jade slip Qin Gang had given him, handed it to Jin Luoheng, clasped his fists and bowed: "The Tiangang Sword Sect has been destroyed, please let Master deal with it."

Jin Luoheng took the jade slip and said loudly: "Lingyun Sect monks, follow me to Jianling Mountain!" (End of this chapter)