Xuanxia

Chapter 759 Sword Master
In the pitch-black dungeon, there was no light or shadow.

Hua Wuying sat cross-legged in the prison with his eyes closed. He was only wearing a thin set of clothes, but a sword was slung across his waist.

There were no wounds or blood on his body, but his breathing sounded weak and hollow.

The footsteps are getting closer.

Following the footsteps came a faint firelight.

Finally, the firelight came closer and illuminated Hua Wuying's pale face, allowing him to see the jailer outside the fence clearly.

He was said to be a jailer, but in fact he was a young monk.

Of course, this monk was not Huijue, but Huijue's subordinate. After Hua Wuying was captured, this monk took him over.

"Let's go, Donor Hua."

The monk put his hands together and said softly, "There is a new candidate for sword master."

Hua Wuying showed a disdainful smile on his face. Without saying a word, he supported his knees with his hands and slowly stood up.

He has not seen Jiang Baichuan since he was captured.

In the previous battle on the official road, Huijue was obviously seriously injured. He kept vomiting blood on the way back, and strange white spots appeared on his body from time to time. Therefore, Huijue did not try to seize the sword directly. He just threw Hua Wuying to his monk and left quickly.

After that, every one or two days, the monk would arrange for Hua Wuying to go and "select a new master of the Righteous Sword."

To put it simply, they find some people who look like they have the potential to be the wielder of the Righteous Sword, and let them try to wield the sword.

The reason is very simple.

No one can touch this sword except Hua Wuying.

If someone else comes and touches it lightly, it will be a bloody mess. If someone tries to hold it by force, the whole arm will be broken immediately. If you refuse to believe it and try to pick it up at the risk of your life... then you will really lose your life.

Even trying to use tricky methods such as wrapping it in cloth or sealing it in a box are not allowed.

Therefore, they could only keep Hua Wuying, and Hua Wuying would take the Sword of Righteousness and let those people try it every time. After all the attempts failed, he would take the Sword of Righteousness back again.

Of course, they obviously also knew the power of the Righteous Sword, so the dungeon where Hua Wuying was staying was not an ordinary dungeon.

Not only is spiritual power forbidden in this place, but even if he slightly mobilizes his true energy, he will feel the pain of thousands of needles pricking his meridians, making him suffer from excruciating pain and even affecting his soul.

Under such circumstances, he didn't dare to act rashly - therefore, for such a long time, he didn't dare to use the righteous sword to enter the sword realm and contact Fu Qingzhou.

What if there is anything unusual here? Will I be discovered if I rashly enter the sword realm?
He didn't dare to gamble.

"Go faster."

The young monk smiled and urged, "Mr. Jiang has been waiting for a long time."

Hua Wuying's eyes lit up!
"Jiang Baichuan, he is finally willing to come?" After a moment's silence, he asked in his best possible tone.

The young monk smiled and said, "A few days ago, Mr. Jiang broke through and embarked on a unique path that no one had ever taken before. It naturally took some time to comprehend and consolidate. Now that he has finally come out of seclusion, there is certainly no one more suitable than him."

Hua Wuying lowered his eyelids without comment.

They did not leave the dungeon. After just a short while, they turned a corner and came to an interrogation room.

The interrogation room was filled with torture instruments, and the floor, walls, and even the ceiling were all covered in dried blood. One wondered how many enemies the owner of this room had that he had to build a dungeon that looked like the Ministry of Justice's prison.

Jiang Baichuan sat on a long bench in the interrogation room with a calm expression.

After not seeing him for a while, the gray look on his face had long disappeared, his black robe had been changed back to white, his white hair was combed meticulously again, and his whole body was neatly groomed.

Seeing Hua Wuying coming, he turned his head and their eyes met.

This time, Hua Wuying's eyes did not change at all, still cold and disdainful.

Jiang Baichuan smiled calmly: "Here I come."

"You want to be the master of the Righteous Sword?"

Hua Wuying curled his lips: "What a wild idea."

"You also said you wanted to kill me."

Jiang Baichuan smiled faintly: "Now you are imprisoned and at the mercy of others. Isn't this also a fantasy?"

As he spoke, the young monk had already set up his sword on the table beside him and made a "please" gesture to Hua Wuying.

Hua Wuying was silent for a moment and walked to the table.

He grasped the sword with his backhand, held it horizontally in front of him, and slowly placed it on the sword rack.

Right now, this might be his only chance to take action against Jiang Baichuan.

Righteous sword, poison...

However, the characteristics of this dungeon meant that once he tried to use it, he would face tremendous pain, and there might even be other things interfering with him.

Do it? Now?! Right here?!
After hesitating for a moment, Hua Wuying gently placed the sword on the sword rack.

Not now. Not now.

"bring it on."

Hua Wuying said calmly: "You can try."

As he spoke, he loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword and took another step back.

Jiang Baichuan stood up leisurely, walked to the table with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand very calmly and indifferently, reaching for the sword of justice.

He did not make any preparations, nor did he look at the sword carefully. It was as if he saw it casually while passing by and reached out to pick it up.

So his hand grasped the hilt of the sword.

A breath passed and nothing happened.

Hua Wuying's pupils contracted.

Jiang Baichuan smiled.

The young monk at the side let out a sigh, his eyes full of joy.

But in the next moment, astonishing sword intent suddenly burst out from the hilt of the Righteous Sword, and they all rushed towards Jiang Baichuan, and a fierce gust of wind suddenly broke out with the Righteous Sword as the center!

Jiang Baichuan's pupils narrowed. He did not dare to delay and quickly let go of his hand and took several steps back.

The sword storm was fleeting and disappeared, but it had already torn his right sleeve into pieces, and left deep and shallow blood marks on his arm.

Jiang Baichuan spread out his palm and looked down, only to see a circle of sword wounds and bloodstains on the palm that expanded radiating outward. There was even a faint flash of light at the scar, and the light rose and fell like little jumping needles.

"Ah."

Hua Wuying chuckled and said, "Nothing more than that."

Jiang Baichuan frowned slightly and walked forward again.

In just a few steps, light began to flow on his right arm, repairing all the scars on his skin.

But when he stretched out his hand, Hua Wuying still saw his palm - the wounds on his palm that were shining were still not healed.

"The way of the swordsman is to uphold justice. The sword is the sharpest weapon. It is not only used to shock the world with its sharp edge, but also to help people be righteous and show the great principles to the world."

Jiang Baichuan said to the sword of justice seriously: "The swordsman must have a heart like a mirror, clearly distinguishing right from wrong; his will must be like a rock, steadfast and unwavering. He must not be confused by selfish desires, nor be blinded by small gains. He must only pursue the greater good, and then he can obtain the true meaning of the sword."

Hua Wuying was stunned.

He has seen this scene!

Many, many years ago, Ning Baimei once visited the Wulin Alliance. At that time, he was still a teenager. As Jiang Baichuan's first disciple, he had the honor of serving tea to Ning Baimei and Jiang Baichuan.

At that time, Ning Baimei took out the De Sword and placed it in front of Jiang Baichuan.

The swordsman at that time once said something.

"The threshold for choosing a master for the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way is extremely high, but the standard is not absolutely immutable... Alliance Leader Jiang, if the Sword of Virtue gets angry occasionally, you should talk to it nicely and tell it your understanding of 'virtue' and the way of the sword. If it agrees, it will help you."

So, the young Hua Wuying at that time heard Jiang Baichuan speaking a long speech to De Jian as if he was talking to a friend.

Just like it is now.

"The magic of swordsmanship lies not in the sword, but in the heart; the heart seeks only the great cause."

Jiang Baichuan said the last sentence seriously and stretched out his hand towards Yijian again.

Hua Wuying secretly clenched his fists.

Jiang Baichuan once again grasped the hilt of the sword.

This time, after three full breaths, he was still not shaken away, and the righteous sword did not react at all.

Jiang Baichuan finally smiled. He slowly raised the sword to the level of his eyebrows, his eyes full of joy.

The young monk at the side was also overjoyed: "Namo Bai'ernan Buddha... Congratulations, Mr. Jiang, for becoming the master of the Righteous Sword!"

Hua Wuying looked at this scene deeply, his fists clenched tightly.

At this moment, Jiang Baichuan happened to raise his eyes, and his gaze passed over the sword and met Hua Wuying again.

Hua Wuying's pupils flickered, but after a moment, he lowered his head again.

“Haha, it recognized me.”

Jiang Baichuan smiled and said, "Wuying, it's not me who is imagining things."

Hua Wuying lowered his head even lower.

Jiang Baichuan gave him a deep look and said, "I heard that you went to the Jiangnan Ning family... Did you learn the Light-Splitting Sword?"

(End of this chapter)