Sword Qi to the Sky

Chapter 422 The Righteous Sword

The righteous sword intent grew stronger and stronger, and the dazzling sword light seemed to flow between heaven and earth like a radiant rainbow.

In a short moment, everyone in the vast battlefield felt themselves enveloped by the mighty sword intent. The sword intent emanating from Wen Ruyu soared into the sky, and what shone brightly against the dazzling silver light was the inky black killing sword light, as dark as night.

Two completely opposite sword intents, one righteous and the other extremely murderous, danced in the space, one black and one white, like a rich ink landscape painting.

"His aura is getting stronger." Everyone sensed that Wen Ruyu's aura was rising rapidly, and suddenly a sigh came from Wen Ruyu.

"What are you sighing about?" Wen Ruyu asked in an icy voice.

"Who is he talking to?" Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. Even the seventh-realm cultivators changed their expressions, as if they had realized something. Princess Taihua coldly shouted, "Stop him."

The cultivator behind him responded and took a step forward. The void trembled as he raised his arm and threw a punch downwards, directly hitting Wen Ruyu.

A massive golden fist-shaped beam appeared in the sky, hundreds of feet long, piercing through space. With a terrifying roar, the golden light seemed to tear through space, and in an instant, it slammed into the sky above Wen Ruyu's head.

Almost simultaneously, a beam of light shot out from Wen Ruyu's body. The black and white sword light went straight up, passing through the golden light and cutting it in half, annihilating it with a single strike.

At the same instant, a blurry figure appeared on Wen Ruyu's body, a figure that seemed both real and illusory, covering Wen Ruyu's body.

He appeared to be middle-aged, dressed in a simple white robe, with long hair flowing down his shoulders. He held a sword in one hand, and an aura of righteousness emanated from him. In the vast space, everyone's swords seemed to be humming at this moment.

Beneath the Heavenly Gate, the sword behind Guan Shanyue emitted a low whistle and trembled incessantly. His gaze toward that figure revealed a hint of respect.

The previous generation's renowned Sword Master of Lishan, Wen Haoran.

"So he's still here. I never thought I'd have the chance to see his sword again." Taibai Sword murmured, his expression solemn, his eyes revealing an unprecedented seriousness.

If Hao Ran Jian were alive back then, the current list of sword saints would definitely not be what it is today.

Let alone the one from Lingxiao Pavilion, even the number one sword in the world, Xuanyuan Sword, might not be able to suppress him who has lived to this day.

The two greatest sword cultivators in the world, once the most regrettable, were Wen Haoran, the Sword Master of Lishan, who died, and Zuo Canglan, who was seriously injured.

These two were once the twin pillars of Lishan, and were hailed as the most promising candidates to become sword saints.

The world of swordsmanship has become much dimmer without the two of them.

"Junior Brother looks just like his father." Li Fan looked at the tall figure with a touch of emotion in his eyes. He never expected to have the opportunity to meet Junior Brother's father, the legendary swordsman of Li Mountain.

The Sword Wall of Lishan has the swordsmanship inherited from its predecessors, but Wen Haoran's swordsmanship will naturally be passed on to his junior brother. However, his junior brother cultivates the swordsmanship of slaughter.

"Did you see that?" Wen Ruyu's voice was sharp as she said, "This is the world you have protected."

Wen Haoran lowered his head, his gaze falling on Wen Ruyu, his eyes softening: "Ruyu, what I protect is the sword path that follows my own heart. Haoran's sword path is to protect the peace of the world."

Wen Ruyu's eyes trembled slightly as she looked up at the blurry figure, seemingly half-understanding, and asked, "But is the world at peace?"

“My heart is pure.” Wen Haoran replied, “I will not interfere with the sword path you cultivate. As long as you follow your heart, even if it is a path of killing, as long as you are true to your conscience.”

Wen Ruyu looked into that gentle gaze, her eyes reddening slightly.

When Wen Haoran passed away, he was just a teenager.

Xing Feng looked at the figure in the distance, the once peerless swordsman from Lishan, and his eyes also turned slightly red.

He is the peak master of Martial Intent Peak, while Wen Haoran is much younger than him, but is the peak master of Sword Peak, the core peak of Li Mountain.

He had once looked at Wen Haoran just as he had looked at Wen Ruyu and Li Fan, watching him grow from a handsome young man into an unparalleled swordsman.

"Uncle-Master, how should I address you?" Li Fan transmitted his voice into Xing Feng's ear. His seniority in Li Mountain had always been somewhat confused.

“Since he is your junior brother’s father, you should call him Uncle-Master, as he is an elder,” Xing Feng replied.

Li Fan nodded, straightened his clothes, sheathed his sword, bowed in that direction, and said, "Li Fan, disciple of Lishan, greets Uncle-Master Wen."

Wen Haoran turned around, his gaze falling on Li Fan. His gentle eyes seemed to see through everything, and he smiled as he said, "I am very pleased that you are here for the future of Lishan."

"Lu Yuan, a disciple of Lishan, greets Uncle-Master Wen." From the distance, a figure floated into the air and bowed to Wen Haoran.

"Huang Xiong, a disciple from Lishan, pays respects to Uncle-Master Wen." Huang Xiong had naturally heard of the Haoran Sword and greeted him respectfully.

"Good." Wen Haoran's eyes shone. These juniors from Lishan were willing to expose themselves to pay their respects on this occasion, which showed their character. Outside the Heavenly Gate of Baiyujing, Mu Changqing took a few steps forward, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and bowed deeply: "Disciple Mu Changqing greets Uncle Wen."

The surrounding cultivators from Baiyujing looked at Mu Changqing with some surprise. It turned out that Mr. Mu was also a disciple of Lishan.

"Changqing, you've matured," Wen Haoran said with a smile.

"Bai Yujing Xiao Lü greets Senior Wen."

"Bai Yujing, Guan Shanyue, greets Senior Wen."

Many cultivators from Baiyujing behind Mu Changqing also paid their respects to him.

"Greetings, Senior Haoran Sword." Below, many cultivators seemed to be moved as well, bowing down in gratitude.

This bow was not because of Wen Haoran's status as a top-tier swordsman.

Rather, all cultivators in the Great Li Kingdom know what Hao Ran Jian did back then, and why he died.

Those stories may be somewhat fantastical, but when Haoran Sword, a revered swordsman who had died, appeared 'alive' before them, a sense of respect quietly arose.

Many of them had even considered killing Wen Ruyu for the bounty, but they still couldn't hide their respect for the Haoran Sword.

Human nature is ultimately complex.

Seeing what was happening before his eyes, Lingxiao Pavilion's Tai Cang Sword looked embarrassed. A person who had been dead for many years still had such power. This was a respect that Lingxiao Pavilion had never shown before.

As long as Lishan remains, it seems that the rightful lineage of swordsmanship will never fall to Lingxiao Pavilion.

“Wen Haoran, you were once famous throughout the land, but your descendants have indiscriminately killed innocent people and practiced the Killing Sword Path to slaughter wantonly. The imperial court has issued a warrant for your arrest. If you still hold the righteous path in your heart, you should hand him over to the imperial court for punishment.” Tai Cang Sword’s voice was deep as he looked at Wen Haoran.

Wen Haoran glanced at the Taicang Sword, his calm eyes showing no ripples, then looked away and said to Wen Ruyu, "Ruyu, I have passed away. Today, I will follow your sword path, and you will wield the sword."

"Okay." Wen Ruyu responded. The vast sword intent between heaven and earth seemed to merge into Wen Ruyu's body. Black and white lightning roamed between heaven and earth, forming a vortex of sword energy around Wen Ruyu's body, a vortex woven from black and white lightning.

Wen Ruyu closed her eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

He had little communication with his father since childhood, and he did not approve of his father's swordsmanship. He believed that his father did not approve of his swordsmanship either.

But today, his father, the world-renowned Haoran Swordsman, follows his sword path.

My conscience is clear, and I don't care about any particular path of swordsmanship.

"Boom..." A beam of sword light shot into the sky from Wen Ruyu's body, as if the sky had been pierced by that sword. A terrifying sword domain condensed and formed a sword net in the air. Countless black and white lightning bolts fell down, and the heart-palpitating aura made the surrounding cultivators tremble.

"Late stage of Dao Body." Tai Cang Sword stared at Wen Ruyu.

The crowd stared in shock at Wen Ruyu. With a clear mind and a breakthrough in his realm, Wen Ruyu's strength continued to grow. In addition to the blessing of the Haoran Sword, his own realm had broken through. After today, he would not be far from the seventh realm.

Li Fan smiled brightly as he watched his junior brother's figure disappear.

Today, under the siege of cultivators from all sides, my junior brother broke through to the late stage of the Dao Body realm.

What's even more gratifying is that on this day, the junior brother's inner conflict was resolved.

From then on, his swordsmanship became clear and his mind became flawless.

"Kill him." Princess Taihua stared at the figures below and spoke coldly. A terrifying aura spread down, and several seventh-realm cultivators stepped forward at the same time, their momentum overwhelming.

At the same time, many cultivators surrounded and attacked Li Fan.

With a thought, Li Fan's sword intent seemed to grow even stronger.

On the Heavenly Gate, Mu Changqing saw his two junior brothers surrounded and stepped forward.

"Mr. Mu, don't you know nothing about cultivation?" asked a cultivator from Baiyujing behind him.

"I may not know how to cultivate, but I know how to fight."

Mu Changqing continued to walk forward, with a breeze surrounding him. He moved forward with the wind, as free and easy as an immortal.

(End of this chapter)