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Chapter 443 Obtaining the Great Evil King Blade, Encountering the Sword Saint Before the Town's Reputation
Legend has it that more than three hundred years ago, there was a monk named Wu Hui in Buddhism who killed his fellow disciples in a fit of rage because his master had not passed on his mantle to him before his death.

Afterwards, he was hunted down by the Buddhist sect. With nowhere to turn, Wu Hui accidentally entered the Nine Void Realm by chance. Half a year later, he came out alive and brought out a peerless and deadly sword that could devour the heavens and overturn the earth - the King of Calamity.

Later, Wu Hui changed his name to Blood Ancestor and, wielding the Robber King, slaughtered his way through the martial arts world, causing everyone to live in fear.

Therefore, the martial arts community invited Yun Dingtian, who had faded from the martial arts world and was known as "the reincarnation of Guan Yu," to eliminate the Blood Ancestor Wu Hui.

Wielding the renowned divine sword, Wrathful Evil-Slaying Blade, Yun Dingtian engages in a once-in-a-century epic battle with Blood Ancestor Wu Hui.

Hearing this, You Ruo couldn't help but ask, "Who won?"

“Yundingtian was acting in accordance with the will of Heaven, fighting for Heaven, fighting for Buddha, and fighting for the righteous path of the world. Who do you think won?” Ying Xun said irritably, “I’ll let it go this time. If you interrupt me again, I won’t say anything more.”

You Ru pouted: "Okay, okay, I won't interrupt, you go ahead."

By following the will of Heaven, Yun Dingtian not only won the victory but also obtained the fierce blade, Jie Wang, which Xue Zu Wu Hui brought from the Nine Void Boundless Realm.

But no one expected that after Yun Dingtian returned home, all thirty-six members of his family died of the plague within two days.

Yun Dingtian, who originally fought for Heaven, for Buddha, and for the righteous path, believed that he had been fooled by the will of Heaven. In his grief and extreme indignation, he suddenly crossed his arms and intended to destroy the divine sword Nu Bixie and the fierce sword Jie Wang.

The two blades clashed head-on, and the Divine Blade, Wrathful Evil-Slaying Blade, was shattered on the spot by the Calamity King, with fragments embedded in the Calamity King's own blade.

In fact, when Yun Dingtian believed that he had been fooled by the will of Heaven, he had already fallen into the demonic path. The wrathful slaying sword in his hand no longer warded off evil, but transformed into a mad evil. Later, it merged with the fierce sword Jie Wang and became the Great Evil King.

After Yun Dingtian fell into demonic possession, he not only became an enemy of Heaven, but also merged with the evil aura of the Great Evil King, becoming the greatest demon of the world.

In the midst of constant slaughter, he combined his terrifying demonic heart with his extraordinary martial arts skills to create the most powerful and unparalleled evil technique in the world—the Evil King's Ten Tribulations.

As the saying goes, evil cannot prevail over good. Just when Yun Dingtian was running rampant, another master emerged from the righteous path.

This master was Wu Wudi's ancestor—Wu Wuer.

Wu Wu'er, the ancestor of the Wu family, with a heart set on saving the world, wielded the peerless divine sword "Heavenly Mandate" and combined it with a unique sword technique to wage a great battle between good and evil against Yun Dingtian.

After ten days and ten nights of fierce fighting, at the last moment, Wu Wu'er had a sudden enlightenment and created a peerless move that combined the changes in the moves of both sides over the past ten days and could attract heavenly thunder—the Wrath of the Heavens.

The Wrath of the Heavens, though born in accordance with destiny and a peerless move that unites heaven, man, and sword, also consumes a tremendous amount of energy.

After this move, Wu Wuer's Heavenly Destiny Blade slipped from his hand and fell into the sea, disappearing without a trace. He himself also died from exhaustion of his vital energy.

Yun Dingtian withstood the attack, and although the Great Evil King was also knocked out and his arm was completely broken, he still had a breath left.

Unexpectedly, just as he was feeling smug, thunder roared down from the sky.

In order to avoid being defeated by the will of Heaven, Yun Dingtian committed suicide as the Great Evil King. Before his death, he made a vicious curse—to destroy all Buddhist teachings in the world and to ensure that no martial arts genius would ever emerge from the Wu family.

As soon as he uttered the curse, he was immediately punished by the heavens, and his body was blasted into dust by heavenly lightning.

Thus, the story of two unparalleled masters, one righteous and one evil, came to an end.

After hearing the whole story, You Ruo couldn't help but sigh.

"Pity."

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that Yun Dingtian should have been a hero, but he fell into the demonic path, as did Senior Wu Wuer."

Ying Xun nodded and looked at the group of monks opposite him.

“Masters, let’s discuss something. How about you hand the Great Evil King over to me? Rest assured, it won’t cause any trouble in my hands. Your Buddhist sect will no longer need to send eminent monks to suppress the Great Evil King generation after generation. You will be freed from this situation, which is a win-win situation.”

The old monk put his hands together in prayer and chanted Buddhist mantras.

“Amitabha, Daoist Master, since you know about this event from three hundred years ago, you should know that the Great Evil King’s blade is inscribed with the curse of Yun Dingtian to destroy Buddhism and his hatred for the heavens during his lifetime. Whoever wants to control the Great Evil King will eventually become his puppet, lose their mind, and only know how to kill. Even we must take turns replacing him, otherwise our malevolence will grow stronger day by day.”

Ying Xun bowed in the style of Taoism: "I know that the Heavenly Venerable grants boundless blessings, but I still maintain that it cannot cause any trouble in my hands. The curse of Yun Dingtian is not worth worrying about. It can't even curse the Wu family, so naturally it can't affect me either."

"Can't the Wu family be cursed?"

You Ruo was taken aback and exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be... that Wu Wudi, who once defeated Di Shitian, is a descendant of the Wu family?!"

"You're quite smart."

Ying Xun smiled and looked at the old monk who had spoken again.

“Master, monks believe in fate. Today, I have stumbled into this place by mistake and attracted the Great Evil King’s Blade, which means that it is connected to me.”

The old monk shook his head and sighed, "Master, fate can be good or evil."

Ying Xun wasn't interested in the Great Evil King sword itself; he was interested in its martial arts.

It should be known that the Great Evil King possesses a peerless evil technique that can be described as invincible in the world—the Ten Tribulations of the Evil King.

He's determined to take the Great Evil King's Blade today.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to waste words with you. I'll just come and get it myself."

Ying Xun sighed and walked step by step toward the Bitter Heart Buddha.

"Master, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

These words, like the morning bell and evening drum, carried the tranquility and serenity of Buddhism, yet they could not shake Ying Xun's state of mind in the slightest.

“Master Daojin, there’s no need to waste words with this man. Let us handle him.”

As they were speaking, four monks dressed as martial monks stepped forward and surrounded Ying Xun.

Most of the monks who suppressed the Great Evil King here were old monks who were well-versed in Buddhism but not very skilled in martial arts. These four, however, were rare Buddhist masters.

They are called the Four Noble Truths Monks.

"bitter!"

"set!"

"Destroy!"

"road!"

The Four Noble Truths monks simultaneously roared, uttering the Four Noble Truths mantra.

The four people's auras merged into one, and in the blink of an eye, a Buddha statue, as majestic as a mountain, appeared.

The Buddha appears with an angry expression, one hand forming the lotus mudra, the other holding a vajra staff.

In an instant, the combined power of the Four Noble Truths Warrior Monks, like a peerless strike to subdue demons, poured forth.

"Fancy."

Ying Xun took a step forward and threw a punch in mid-air. The huge golden fist brought a gust of wind that swept upwards, instantly shattering the fusion of the Four Noble Truths Monks and causing the huge Buddha phantom to explode.

As the Buddha's phantom exploded, the Four Noble Truths Monk coughed up blood and staggered backward, as if drunk, swaying and about to fall.

Then, Ying Xun threw another punch.

The powerful and domineering fist struck the chest of the Buddha of Compassion, and this stone sculpture, which had existed for more than three hundred years and contained profound Buddhist power, shattered instantly, with fragments flying everywhere.

At the same time, Ying Xun changed his fist into a claw, and with a sudden inhale, everyone saw a flash of rainbow light, and the object inside the stone statue was in his hand. It was a long, narrow box, engraved with countless Buddhist scriptures, but these scriptures were quite dim and could not suppress the fierce aura emanating from the box.

The overwhelming ferocity seemed to be telling everyone that a peerless demon was hidden inside the box, ready to break free at any moment and wreak havoc on the world.

"Daoist Master, the Great Evil King is an extremely ominous creature, cursed by the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, you..."

The old monk, whom the Four Noble Monks called Master Daojin, looked anxious and was about to say something more, but in a daze, Ying Xun and You Ruo disappeared from his sight.

Then, a faint, ethereal sound drifted from afar.

"Old monk, don't worry, I won't let the Great Evil King wreak havoc on the world. Before long, this peerless monster will be gone from this world."

Meanwhile, a hundred miles away in the Tianshan Mountains.

On the edge of the wilderness stands a perilous peak, its ridges like swords piercing the clouds, its height unknown. Amidst the howling mountain winds and flowing clouds, it resembles a vast, misty river rushing through the void.

If someone were here at this moment, they would see a person sitting cross-legged on the summit. This person wears a straw hat, has a burly build, and an unusually large frame. He may not look remarkable, but he exudes an aura of dominance that makes him invincible, as if even the heavens would bow down before him.

With a thought, the clouds and mist in the sky twisted and deformed, transforming into ten figures that resembled him.

These ten figures unleashed their attacks in mid-air, each displaying a unique skill: fists, palms, legs, claws, fingers, knives, swords...

It can be said that any martial art that has evolved in any way is unique in the world today and can be called the pinnacle.

It should be understood that those who study martial arts should avoid being indecisive and greedy. For ordinary martial arts masters, it takes a great deal of effort to cultivate a profound martial art to its peak, and it may even take a lifetime of hard work.

Even the current martial arts overlord, Xiong Ba, who possesses ten years of destiny, only devoted himself to studying the three ultimate techniques of fist, palm, and leg passed down by the Three Ultimate Elders, and thus comprehended the Three-Part Returning to Origin Qi.

However, this person had mastered all ten martial arts to the extreme. Each martial art was incredibly powerful and unpredictable in his every move, which was simply unbelievable.

If some self-proclaimed god were to see this person, he would probably be so frightened that he would run away on the spot.

Suddenly, the man slightly lifted his straw hat, revealing a rugged and handsome face.

His eyes snapped open, blazing with divine light, as if two suns had exploded within them, seemingly capable of piercing the void and dispelling all illusions.

"This is the birth of a great evil king!"

"Who dares to bring out such a ferocious weapon?!"

"However... this might be an opportunity to break the curse of my Wu family."

As he muttered to himself, the ten clouds dissipated simultaneously. Then, he suddenly stood up and leaped down from the thousand-foot-high peak.

……

As the sun began to set, Ying Xun and You Ruo finally left the dense forest and arrived at a small town.

Seeing the plaque that read "Muming Town", Ying Xun stopped and did not rush into the town.

Because he sensed two extremely powerful sword intents.

An unfamiliar feeling originated in the city.

A familiar scent is coming this way.

And this familiar sword intent came from the Sword Saint, Dugu Jian.

When You Ruo saw that he had stopped, she didn't ask any more questions, but instead tugged at his sleeve.

While pulling at his sleeves, he also tried to stick his head inside.

"What are you doing?"

"You stinky Taoist priest, you can fit such a big box into your sleeves. Let me see if I can squeeze in too."

You Ruo said that because she noticed Ying Xun putting the box into the system space. Since the system space couldn't be mentioned, Ying Xun made up an excuse, saying it was the Dao technique he cultivated—"Sleeve Universe".

After that, You Ruo was carried by Ying Xun at high speed all the way, and there was really no time to test it. Now that they finally stopped, she had some ideas.

Ying Xun tugged at his sleeve, looking helpless, and said, "The Universe in the Sleeve can only collect inanimate objects, not living ones."

You Ruo was somewhat disappointed, but then she laughed again.

"Can I learn your 'hidden power within a sleeve' technique?"

Can I learn it?
Of course not, he wouldn't even do it himself.

But that's not the case.

"You can learn it, but whether you can truly master it depends on your comprehension," Ying Xun said, taking out an ancient Taoist book from his sleeve and handing it to her.

The writing on the book is somewhat blurred, but three characters can still be faintly discerned—Xuanhua Jing.

You Ruo casually flipped through it for a while, then said with some suspicion, "This seems to be just an ordinary Taoist classic. You're not lying to me, are you?"

It has to be said that You Ruo's sixth sense is quite accurate.

However, it's not entirely accurate to call it ordinary.

He presented the Taoist secret manual of the White Horse World, from which the Taiyi Lion Technique of Wangcheng Mountain originated, so Ying Xun was full of confidence.

"You think it's ordinary? That's because you don't understand. My master said that this Taoist classic is all-encompassing, second only to the Heavenly Cry Scripture. My 'Sleeve Universe' technique was derived from it. If you don't want to read it, give it back to me!"

You Ru twisted her body to dodge Ying Xun's outstretched hand: "Who said I don't want to watch? If you can figure it out, so can I."

As they were talking, the Sword Saint followed a young man to the city gate.

“Win Boy, Youruo Girl.”

Ying Xun smiled and said, "Old Sword Saint, it's been a long time."

You Ruo quickly put away the Xuanhua Scripture and greeted him with a smile, "Senior Sword Saint."

After the two sides exchanged greetings, the young man stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I am Jian Chen. I greet you both. You must be the sword genius that Senior Sword Saint mentioned."

Jian Chen's appearance wasn't particularly outstanding, but his aura was hard to ignore. He gave off a feeling of being radiant yet not fierce, gentle yet not weak, upright and peaceful yet with a touch of sharpness and a hint of demonic charm.

In retrospect, Jian Chen's life has been full of twists and turns. In his early years, he traveled the world as the successor of the Hero Sword, upholding justice and chivalry. However, he was ruined by jealousy and betrayed his mentor, Wuming, many times for personal gain. After many hardships, he finally realized his mistake and returned to the right path.

At this moment, the Sword Saint noticed Jian Chen and laughed, "By the way, let me introduce you, kid. This is Wuming's disciple, the successor of the Hero Sword. He has a good talent for swordsmanship and broke my Sword Twenty-Two."

Ying Xun nodded and bowed to Jian Chen: "This humble Taoist, Ying Xun, greets Young Master Jian Chen. This humble Taoist only knows a little about swordsmanship and can hardly be considered a genius. Young Master Jian Chen is the real genius, a swordsmanship genius that is one in ten thousand."

It has to be said that Jian Chen is quite thin-skinned.

He felt a little embarrassed after hearing those words.

"Young Master Ying is too kind."

"This is no exaggeration. The fact that Young Master Jian Chen was accepted as a disciple by a martial arts legend and even broke the Sword Saint's Twenty-Two Swords is enough to show that Young Master Jian Chen has extraordinary talent in swordsmanship."

Hearing this, the old swordsman couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Don't be modest, kid. Although Jian Chen's talent is not bad, he is still far inferior to you. Come on, come with me to meet Wuming."

(End of this chapter)