Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 276: The Long River in the Sky
Gusu Ye continued, "I'm not bragging, this kind of divine weapon can only be melted by my Liuyan furnace, but it will still take three days and three nights. You wait here, I will arrange for my disciples to prepare!"

Wuzhan said: "If you were not the best swordsmith in the world, I would not have come to visit you. So I will trouble you!"

Gusuye looked at Zhulang and asked, "What are your requirements for the size of the sword?"

Zhu Lang said: "The sword I used before was nine feet long and three inches wide. I hope you can make it according to this size."

Gusu Ye said: "It is not difficult to make such a long sword, but it is very easy to break and is not very flexible to use. If you pursue flexibility, the edge of the sword will definitely lose three points of sharpness. If you want to make such a sword, isn't it a waste of such good materials?"

Zhu Lang said: "I am used to the long sword, so I am not used to the ordinary long sword."

Fei Jian smiled at Gu Su Ye and said, "Is this difficult for you? I'm sure you have a way to solve this problem."

Gusu Ye said: "Haha, okay, today I will incorporate the good materials that I have kept for many years into it and forge him a peerless sword!" After saying that, he left the attic.

Seeing Gusu Ye leaving, Fei Jian smiled and said, "I guess he can't wait to see Qing Jue's sword tactics, but don't worry, with me here, he will definitely not break his promise."

Wuzhan said: "Thank you for your protection, senior!"

Fei Jian said, "Sir, you are too polite. We have nothing to do. Come, here is a chessboard. How about we play a game?"

Wuzhan said: "This is exactly what I want to say. Please teach me, senior!"

……

Outside the building, the rain was drizzling like smoke, and birds were chirping. Feijian picked up a chess piece and whispered, "Do you know why I invited you to play chess?"

Wuzhan said: "I want to test the junior's strategy, I don't know if I guessed it right."

Fei Jian smiled and said, "That's right. Different people have different wisdom when playing chess. I have never seen your chess skills before. After playing for so long, although I am proud of myself and have the upper hand, I am actually deeply trapped in it. I have no choice but to win. In the end, I will lose this game."

"The master has seen through it, but he still continues to play, which means that the outcome of this game depends on the master's thoughts."

Fei Jian laughed and said, "Mr.'s plan, how can we let it go if we lure them with benefits? Moreover, the people in power are blinded by greed, how can they jump out of the game!"

"It seems that the master wants to do more than just test the junior's strategy."

Fei Jian said: "An outstanding young man like you certainly wouldn't care about fame, wealth, power, or worldly glory, but you are willing to serve the First Emperor. I would like to ask you, why?"

Wuzhan said with a sigh, "I entered the world not for power, could it be that I have other intentions?"

"Just like this game of chess, you will make your opponent's every move go smoothly, occupy key points, and become unprecedentedly powerful. In the end, you will find that there is no room for turning back. Have you put the world in your hands?"

Wuzhan said: "Master, you overestimate me. I don't have such a broad mind. I entered the world and I am indeed greedy for the power and nobility in this world."

Fei Jian laughed and said, "If you are greedy for power and nobility, why don't you forge a new Emperor's Sword and give it to the First Emperor, but give the sword to your own disciple? It is obvious that you are not after power and nobility, and you don't regard the First Emperor as the Emperor."

Wuzhan said: "My disciple's sword broke, and I just got this material to forge a good sword for him. I really didn't think too much about it. Besides, the Emperor's Sword is not a sword, but the people's hearts. If the people's hearts are lost, it is useless to hold the divine weapon in your hand."

"Well said, but I still don't believe you are a person who covets power and wealth. Since you are unwilling to reveal it, I will not ask any more questions." Then he asked, "Ping Qingjue's sword spirit does not focus on the quality of the sword, so why did you make a good sword for him?"

Wuzhan said: "How can Zhulang's realm compare to Senior Ping's? Moreover, a sharp weapon is much better than an ordinary sword. Isn't the sword used by the Immortal, 'Fei Liu', also a famous sword?"

Fei Jian said: "I have also experienced Qingjue's sword intent, and I can say that my memory is still fresh. The sword that Mr.'s disciple Zhulang used to break the sword formation today, in my opinion, has long surpassed Qingjue of that year. Otherwise, how could the sword spirit that has become a demon choose a master to serve? Moreover, his sword intent is slightly different from Qingjue's. It is more refined than Qingjue, or more indifferent. Such an outstanding swordsman, looking around the world, how many people can be his opponent, enough to become a great master, but his heart is not here, but to compete with the sky. The sword he needs can kill immortals and demons, how can an ordinary sword do that? It seems ridiculous, but I come to see that you and your master are serious. From this point of view, your goal is not only the world, but also the heaven!"

“Have real people ever seen God?”

Fei Jian shook his head and said, "I have never seen it. It is said that three years ago in Mount Li, Xuan Nu came down to the mortal world and collected the nine tablets. We cultivators should know that they are also human, but their realm is far beyond our reach. From what I have heard, the heavenly realm was originally in our lower world, but those saints separated them and left behind the barren land."

Wuzhang said: "Black and white are just human judgments. Taoism does not distinguish between black and white. They thought that if they occupied the light, they would be able to drive away the darkness. This is a mistake. The more white they occupied, the more black they would have left. The stronger the white is, the stronger the black will be. Therefore, every thousand years or so, there will be a war. The purpose is to maintain the balance between black and white. This is what they call the 'holy war'."

Fei Jian stroked his beard and exclaimed: "Sir, I am ashamed of my own enlightenment. It is hard to imagine. Could it be that Xu Shi can really help others to overcome the calamity and become immortals?"

Wuzhan said: "Maybe, the holy war will come soon, maybe it won't be long before we know the answer."

Fei Jian suddenly remembered something and took out an invitation and said, "On the first day of next month, Huangshan Yunmeng Zhenren will invite all the cultivators in the world to hold a 'Daoism Conference' at Tiandu Peak. This is a rare grand event in the cultivation world, where people can exchange ideas and debate on the Dao. I will also participate at that time. I have an invitation here. If you have nothing to do, you may go and discuss the Dao."

"It's not like we can discuss philosophy, but it's still necessary for me to go and broaden my horizons. Thank you for your concern!" Wuzhan took the invitation and put it in his arms.

At this time, Gusu Ye walked up to the attic, and Feijian said with a smile: "Brother Gusu, you have been away giving orders to disciples for a long time, right? Have you been concentrating on studying martial arts and forgotten about our guests?"

Gusu Ye smiled and said, "No, no, I haven't forged a sword in so many years. I have to forge another magic sword. How dare I neglect it? If I don't watch my disciples do it myself, am I waiting for you to laugh at me?" Then he ordered his disciples to serve good wine and food, "Enjoy your meal. I need to take care of that side!"

Fei Jian and Wu Zhan smiled at each other. Fei Jian said, "Brother Gusu doesn't even want to eat such delicious food and wine. Is it because..."

Gusu Ye said angrily: "Good wine can't stop you from talking. If I neglect you, you'd better not come again in the future!" Fei Jian laughed and said: "If you say so, I will come here ten or eight times a year and drink up all your treasures before leaving!"

Gusu Ye said: "Don't worry, you won't be able to find me next time you come!" Then he left in a hurry.

……

Fei Jian was not in a hurry to leave. He played chess, tasted tea, drank wine, and discussed philosophy with Wuzhan every day. They became close friends regardless of age difference. The three days passed quickly. During this period, Gusu Ye basically did not show up. He focused on studying Ping Qingjue's "Sword Intent Decree". Of course, he did not delay in forging the sword.

Gusu Ye called Wuzhan, Feijian and Zhulang to a cave in the back mountain. As soon as they entered the cave, they were overwhelmed by the heat. The furnace was in the shape of a pot, about one person tall and half a meter in diameter. It was red with fire. Several strong disciples with naked, oily upper bodies were pulling iron chains to make the furnace turn.

Gusu Ye pointed to the pipe opening at the bottom of the furnace and said, "The molten iron will flow out from the bottom in a moment. The reason I asked you to come here is that it requires an important process, sword sacrifice."

Wuzhan's heart trembled when he heard this, "Sacrificing the sword, do you want to imitate Gan Jiang and Moye and sacrifice a living person to the sword?"

Gusu Ye smiled and said, "That's not necessary, but blood essence is still necessary. Only in this way can the sword be sharp, flexible, and spiritual, and can communicate with the sword holder. Don't you want to give this sword to your disciple? Then let him sacrifice the sword."

Zhu Lang asked: "How do I sacrifice the sword?"

"When the molten iron flows out, you will cut your wrist and drip your blood into it until it solidifies."

Wuzhan said: "The temperature of the molten iron must be very high. If it is solidified with blood, how much blood will be needed? How is this different from sacrificing a living person to the sword?"

Gusu Ye smiled and said, "You want a divine weapon, this is indispensable, and the sharper the sword, the more blood it needs, so Xuannv sacrificed it with the blood of the Azure Dragon. Otherwise, this sword is no different from an ordinary sword, how can it be called a divine weapon."

Zhulang said firmly: "Master, I can do it!"

Wuzhan didn't continue talking. Not long after, the disciples of Luoyue Villa brought a stone trough and placed it under the stove. The shape of the trough was basically customized according to the size required by Zhulang.

Gusu Ye said: "It's time, open the valve!" Then he moved the valve at the mouth of the pipe himself, and saw golden liquid slowly flowing out and poured into the stone trough at the lower end, making a 'crackling' sound, and the area around the trough immediately turned black.

Gusu Ye continued: "Zhu Lang, sacrifice the sword!"

Zhulang came to the hot stone trough without hesitation, cut his wrist, and dripped the pillar of blood into the liquid in the stone trough. "Hiss..." It immediately turned into burnt smoke and heat waves, but the liquid did not change at all.

Zhulang's face was pale, sweat trickled down his cheeks, and the blood from his wrist had stopped flowing. He shouted loudly, using his inner strength to force the blood out, but the blood was limited, and only a section of blood flowed out before it turned into blood drops. Zhulang's eyes went dark, and his body shook.

He was a man who would rather die than admit defeat easily, but this time he knew clearly that he would not succeed even if he bled to death.

At this moment, Wuzhan shouted, "Back off!" and jumped to Zhulang's side. He pushed the powerless Zhulang towards Feijian. Feijian reached out to support him and immediately sealed Zhulang's acupoints to stop the bleeding.

Wuzhan cut his wrist, and the blood flowed again into the hot liquid that had not yet coagulated. "Teng..." White smoke came out, and the golden liquid began to flow in a winding manner. A low dragon roar could be heard faintly.

"Sword whistling! This is the sound of a sword whistling. Oh my God, there really is a sword whistling!" Gusu Ye widened his eyes in disbelief. He had never forged such a sword, and he had only heard of this situation in rumors.

What Fei Jian was concerned about at this time was the blood flowing from Wuzhan's wrist. This blood was obviously different from Zhulang's blood. It could also be said that the sword whistling sound occurred after Wuzhan's blood was injected. Although he knew that Wuzhan must be very strong, otherwise he would not have defeated Shishui, but what he did not expect was that his blood was also extraordinary. Could it be that he was not a mortal?
The blood was still flowing into the liquid, which was phosphorescently flickering, gradually turning white, and even starting to tremble.

With a dragon roar, the liquid flew up, circling in the air and turning into a long sword.

Everyone was frightened by the sword light and hurriedly dodged it, marveling at it.

"Thump..." The long sword pierced into the stone wall until the hilt.

Gusu Ye stepped forward and drew out his sword. The sword was silver-white with dragon scale patterns all over it and it shone with a cold light. He chopped at the iron chain casually. With a "click", the iron chain was easily cut off.

Gusu Ye laughed loudly and said, "Bloodthirsty and the sword whistles, it emerges like a dragon, its light radiates in all directions, and it is sharp without any sharpening. This sword will surely be famous all over the world. I have finally forged a peerless sword in my old age!"

Wuzhan sealed the wound, bowed and clasped his fists, and said in a weak voice: "This sword was forged by the senior, please give it a name!"

Gusu Ye stroked his beard and said, "Although the names of Longteng and Zifeng are most appropriate for this sword, they are too vulgar. I have sealed the furnace for twenty years and promised to open it to forge swords. If I name it Chongyang or Junnuo, it will be inappropriate. How can naming be more difficult than forging a sword?"

Fei Jian said with a smile: "If you can't take it out, don't embarrass yourself. Let the master take it out himself. It won't be as difficult as you do."

Gusu Ye said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense here. How can I let you laugh at me? Well, I got it. This sword is very long, like a long river in the sky. Why not call it 'Long River'!"

"I thought you could come up with a good name, this is even cheesier!"

"This name is good, and it matches the word 'chasing the waves'. The long river is in the sky, and riding the wind and chasing the waves is really good. Let's use this name!"

"Changhe!" Zhulang looked at the sword and muttered softly. His vision blurred and he passed out.

(End of this chapter)