The stolen magic is a bit magical

Those below looked at each other, their hearts pounding.

He completely disregards the specific circumstances. Even if you come up with an irrefutable excuse, he won't refute it at all. Instead, he'll tell you that if your sect leader can't go, it means your sect is lacking in luck.

Bad luck, serves you right for destroying your sect!

What's this called?
That's being unreasonable!
This is called leaving no room for maneuver!

As he departed, a voice suddenly came from the sect leader's chamber below: "Lord Zhang, I have emerged from seclusion and will arrive at noon tomorrow!"

This is the voice of Sect Leader Ding Feilong.

Zhang Yiran smiled, soared into the sky, and headed to the next sect.

In a single day, the seven major sects...

Zhang Yiran had experienced oppression and faced death, but in the end, he reported to Lin Xiaosu under the setting sun: "The seven sect leaders have personally promised that they will arrive by noon tomorrow."

Lin Xiaosu smiled: "Among the seven sects, which one is the leader of the alliance?"

"Based on my observation, it should be the Broken Sword Sect!"

"Very good!" Lin Xiaosu stood up: "Mad Wolf, Zhang Tao!"

"exist!"

"You two..."

"Yes!" the two responded in unison.

"Junior Brother Gu!" Lin Xiaosu turned to Gu Suixin: "Why don't you go and support them too?"

Gu Suixin nodded: "By order of my senior brother!"

"Fufu, let's enter Ningcheng tonight!"

Fufu was so happy that he was laughing so hard he didn't look like a pageboy at all.

next day!

Ningcheng!

The misty rain that had lingered for two days remained misty.

It presents a picturesque scene of "a city shrouded in mist and rain, and a lake veiled in gauze".

In the north of the city, the prefectural government office stands in the misty rain, exuding an antique charm. To its left is a hall called the Foreign Affairs Hall.

This Foreign Affairs Hall is where the prefectural magistrate receives visiting guests.

It is grand enough, majestic enough.

As noon approached, the dark clouds suddenly rolled in, as if a vast starry river had appeared behind them.

A figure took a step forward, and behind him, the vast starry sky was ablaze with flames.

At the highest restaurant in the city, an old man suddenly looked up, his face showing a strange expression.

The cultivators beside him were all startled: "Chi Tianqiong, the sect leader of the Blazing Fire Sect!"

"He hasn't been to Ningcheng for ten years. What major event has happened this time?" someone asked.

With a loud crack, it sounded like a thunderclap.

Lightning flashed across the northwestern sky, revealing a different kind of sky.

Above the vast Milky Way, lightning bolts streak across the sky.

"Bai Meng, the sect leader of the Nine Extremes Sect!" someone recognized him.

Almost simultaneously, the sky in all four directions—east, west, south, and north—was disturbed, presenting four different celestial scenes. These were all shadows of masters who had mastered the rules: the pitch-black night behind Ding Feilong, the sect leader of Guangyuan Sect; the gnarled roots of a giant tree behind Li Jisheng, the sect leader of Jiyu Sect; the vast spring river behind Sun Changhe, the sect leader of Qingshui Sect; and a magical jade tower behind Zhang Huijun of Yuxuan Sect.

In an instant, six sect leaders at the Enlightenment level gathered in Ning City.

This has sparked much discussion in Ningcheng.

What exactly happened?

With a whoosh, light and shadow flickered in the sky as the six sect leaders landed simultaneously in front of the Prefectural Government's Foreign Affairs Hall.

The wind still blows, the rain still falls, but the crowd seems to no longer feel the wind and rain; all they can feel is the boundless elegance of the six cultivation masters.

The moment the six of them arrived, they captured the attention of the entire city.

"Sect Master Chi!" Bai Meng clasped his hands in a fist salute to the Crimson Fire Sect Master: "You've arrived too!"

The Crimson Fire Sect Master had a loud voice: "Lord Su Lin of the capital made a special trip to invite me, and his manners were impeccable. Although I am a cultivator, I am still a person who observes etiquette. As the saying goes, if someone treats me with respect, I will treat them with even greater respect. What's wrong with coming over for a drink?"

“Yes, yes!” Sun Changhe, the sect leader of Qingshui Sect, laughed. “The martial world is not just about fighting and killing; it also involves human relationships and social customs. I originally did not want to come, but I thought that I could have a small discussion about cultivation with you fellow Daoists, so I came.”

The conversation between the group spread throughout the city, and they seemed oblivious to everyone else.

After a few pleasantries, the awkwardness of their meeting in the city vanished.

In everyone's understanding, their arrival was definitely not due to pressure from Zhang Yiran, but rather because Su Lin had been courteous and extended a special invitation! Furthermore, with fellow cultivators of similar level gathered there, catching up wouldn't be a bad thing…

"Fellow Daoists, please!"

"please!"

Just then, the sky suddenly brightened again.

This sudden light, amidst the misty rain, seemed to usher in the harsh winter.

Amidst the vast Milky Way, a sword light rises!

A sharp crack, tearing the sky apart half the city.

Along with the crack in the sword light, a gaunt figure appeared out of thin air before everyone.

Behind him, there was still the vast Milky Way, and within that Milky Way, there was still that wisp of sword light.

Within a kilometer radius of the prefectural government, all the leaves on the trees seemed to be pulled down by an invisible hand, swept away by the cold wind and vanished without a trace.

Up in the restaurant, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted: "Sword Master Jian Qingtian of the Broken Sword Sect, his hostility is very strong. Who is he targeting?"

Another old man beside him murmured, "I hope he's not targeting this Lord Su. Otherwise, Lord Su's grand plan to travel south of the Yangtze River might really be doomed!"

“Junior brother is quite right. Although Jian Qingtian may not be the most skilled among the seven in terms of cultivation, he is a sword cultivator. Throughout history, sword cultivators have far surpassed other cultivators of the same level in actual combat,” the elder began.

Outside the Foreign Affairs Hall, Ding Feilong, the sect leader of Guangyuan Sect, stepped forward and greeted him with a smile: "Sect Leader Jian!"

The other sect leaders also clasped their hands in greeting and addressed the Sword Sect Leader.

As the old man in the restaurant said, in the path of cultivation, the strong are respected. Jian Qingtian is a sword cultivator. When fighting against people of the same level, none of these six people are his match. Therefore, the Broken Sword Sect is the leader of the ten sects in Huzhou. This Jian Qingtian also considers himself the leader of the cultivation path in Huzhou.

Jian Qingtian's gaze swept over the six people in front of him, and he spoke coldly: "The reason I am here today is probably different from the reasons you are here! I just want to see if my fellow martial artists in Huzhou will lose face and dignity in front of these young upstarts!"

"Sect Master Sword is overthinking it!" Ding Feilong said with a smile.

He felt genuinely guilty because the Huzhou Alliance was the first to break through his defenses.

From the moment he agreed to today's meeting under Zhang Yiran's strong pressure, the alliance they had formed had already been breached.

This cannot be hidden, and it will inevitably incur the collective contempt of the other six factions.

But what can we do?
As the sect leader of Guangyuan Sect, I cannot place all my hopes on you. I must find the best solution for the survival of my sect.

Besides, agreeing to the meeting doesn't really mean betraying the alliance. If everyone gathers together and confronts Su face to face, the more people there are, the more courageous they will be. It's better to avoid having to bear all the pressure alone.
"I hope it's just my overthinking!" Jian Qingtian stepped into the Foreign Affairs Hall.

The remaining six people filed in.

Inside the Foreign Affairs Hall, two officials were receiving guests. Just as they clasped their hands in greeting and their smiles appeared, a figure stepped past them. Jian Qingtian took a few steps to the first chair on the left and sat down!

It seemed that neither of the two reception officials were seen at all.

Anger flashed in the eyes of the two officials, but as seasoned fifth-rank officials, their composure was enough to maintain a calm demeanor on their faces.

The seven sect leaders took their seats in succession.

Two maids came forward to pour tea.

Everything seemed peaceful and serene, but even the most oblivious person could tell that the atmosphere was extremely terrifying. The seven people formed a huge aura, the kind that was surrounded by sharp spikes.

Time passed minute by minute!
A quarter of an hour later, a loud shout came from outside the door: "Lord Su, the Chief Inspector of the Capital, and Lord Zhang, the Registrar of Huzhou, have arrived!"

All doors open!

Two figures entered side by side!

The two men were wearing the same official robes, both of which were those of a fourth-rank official.

The two men had similar gaits and demeanors, both being refined.

If there are any differences, there are two. First, they are different ages; Lin Xiaosu on the left is in her twenties, while Zhang Yiran on the right is in her forties. Second, their refinement is actually different. Zhang Yiran's refinement is scholarly, while Lin Xiaosu's is more of a composed demeanor in control of the situation.

As soon as they entered, the sect leaders bowed slightly, seemingly to greet them. However, a cold gaze swept over them from above, and the sect leaders sat down without getting up.

Zhang Yiran's heart sank slightly.

It seems unlikely that we'll be able to face each other today.

When he invited the sect leader of the Broken Sword Sect yesterday, he actually had a bad feeling because the invitation went too smoothly.

The Grand Elder under Jian Qingtian only asked him one question: Will the other six sects agree to attend the meeting?

He nodded, and Jian Qingtian agreed: "Very well! I will be there on time tomorrow!"

It now seems that Jian Qingtian, who calls himself the leader of the Jianghu in Huzhou, is up to something!

Moreover, judging from his behavior, he has a huge influence over the other six sects.

To control the direction of today's negotiations, we must first win over Jian Qingtian.

However, Jian Qingtian is not so easy to defeat.

It is unknown whether Lord Song's second-rank official seal can subdue him.

Lin Xiaosu didn't even glance at the seven people sitting on either side, and strode to the head seat to sit down!
Zhang Yiran sat down next to him.

Two maids came over and poured them tea.

Lin Xiaosu gently waved her hand, signaling the maid to leave.

His gaze slowly rose...

The seven sect leaders on both sides also raised their eyes and looked at the young man who was stirring up Jiangnan.

At first glance, everyone was quite incredulous.

Is this ridiculously young man really the legendary, increasingly fantastical commander-in-chief?
"Lord Su!" Sun Changhe, the sect leader of Qingshui Sect, cupped his hands in greeting: "You specially sent someone to invite us here, what exactly do you want to discuss?"

Lin Xiaosu smiled faintly: "Are you all in such a hurry to get to the point?"

Ding Feilong said, "People on the path of cultivation are not used to the ways of your officialdom. Let's get straight to the point!"

"Very good!" Lin Xiaosu said, "Since you all like to get straight to the point, I will get straight to the point as well. The reason I came to Jiangnan this time is to clear up the backlog of cases in the Ministry of Justice. However, this is only one small goal. What I want is far more than that. In addition to clearing up the backlog of cases in the Ministry of Justice, I also want to seek justice for the millions of people in Jiangnan!"

"Lord Su is truly frank!" Sun Changhe said, "May I ask what kind of justice you desire, sir?"

Lin Xiaosu gently raised her hand and held up three fingers: "First, each family member should refer to the Ministry of Justice's backlog of cases and voluntarily send their offending sons to Ningcheng within three days!"

As soon as these words came out!
A cold snort came from the first chair on the left.

This person was none other than Jian Qingtian.

Lin Xiaosu seemed not to hear, and held up a second finger: "Secondly, all properties illegally seized from the people by each sect shall be returned to their rightful owners. If the original owners cannot be found, they shall be handed over to the local government!" "Haha..." On the first chair on the left, Jian Qingtian laughed with his head up: "Sect leaders, do you still have any illusions? This brat wants your thousand-year-old foundation!"

All the sect leaders were in an uproar...

As Jian Qingtian said, they did initially harbor illusions. Most sect leaders also pondered in their hearts whether there could be a compromise, such as handing over a few offending disciples first and then using connections to bring them back.

However, Lin Xiaosu spoke up with two points.

Leaving aside whether the first point can be achieved, the key issue is that no one can achieve the second point.

Over the past thousand or even several thousand years, how much property has their sect plundered?
How could I possibly hand it over?
Since a deal is practically impossible, what are we waiting for?
Not to mention how excited they were, even Zhang Yiran's heart was pounding.

He had analyzed this Lord Su. Lord Su's actions never revealed true skill in the most impossible situations; he often found ingenious solutions even in seemingly hopeless predicaments.

He had thought he would witness the emergence of some brilliant plan today, but what brilliant plan? Two sentences made things spiral out of control.

In that case, is there any way to continue the discussion?

Is there still room for maneuver?

What's the difference between this and starting a fight without discussing anything?
Lin Xiaosu's gaze was like a sword, shooting towards Jian Qingtian.

Jian Qingtian lifted one foot and placed it on the coffee table in front of him, staring coldly at him.

"Sword Skybreaker!" Lin Xiaosu said, "Do you know... how stupid you are!"

Only ten words are needed.

All six sect leaders were silenced.

Because they suddenly realized that the biggest conflict wouldn't unfold between them and Lin Xiaosu.

There are others whose conflicts are even more acute than theirs.

That is Jian Qingtian.

Throughout his life, Jian Qingtian has probably never been called stupid to his face.

I cursed today!
This outburst will tear away all pretense between him and Lin Xiaosu.

Jian Qingtian's pupils contracted, his hair suddenly became completely still, and the wind and rain behind him seemed to freeze completely.

Lin Xiaosu seemed to completely ignore this strange situation and said indifferently, "You can't even see that I need to destroy a sect today to shake the cultivation path in Huzhou?"

"Destroy a sect! Haha!" Jian Qingtian laughed loudly, looking up at the sky...

Lin Xiaosu waved her hand, interrupting them directly!

"Mad Wolf!"

"exist!"

An image is generated in the void!
In the image, Mad Wolf stands beneath a large banner, like a war god supporting the sky. Beneath her is a black mountain peak, which is none other than the sect master peak of the Broken Sword Sect!
Jian Qingtian's expression suddenly changed!
The expressions of all the sect leaders present changed.

Today is for negotiations.

Lin Xiaosu was in Ningcheng, but who could have imagined that his team would appear at the Broken Sword Sect without warning?

"The Broken Sword Sect Master is courting death; let him have his way!" Just one word!

"Yes!"

As soon as Mad Wolf finished speaking, golden light descended from the sky, engulfing the Broken Sword Sect!

Such decisiveness and resoluteness meant that, not only did other sects not receive any rescue information, but even if they did receive such information and genuinely wanted to help, it was simply too late.

Jian Qingtian stood up!

This time!
The solid roof of the Foreign Affairs Hall was swept up like dust in a gale!

The storm vanished completely in an instant.

There is only one vast starry sky, and within that sky, countless cold stars transform into a single sword!
With a single sword strike, accompanied by Jian Qingtian's voice as cold as an ancient glacier in the North: "Su Lin, you sincerely seek death, and I will grant your wish!"

Zhang Yiran was shocked. He already had his official seal in his hand, but at this moment, he was facing the boundless Milky Way. This gave him a strange feeling. The official seal was originally a thing of the mortal world. How could it be able to go up to the nine heavens?
Song Lifu, who was in the main hall of the prefectural government, was admiring the scene in the foreign affairs hall with his official seal when he suddenly saw the sword. His heart almost flew out of his chest.

You brat, what kind of talk is this?
With a flick of his wrist, the official seal shot into the air.

If Jian Qingtian's sword strike is like the vast night sky, then Song Lifu's second-rank official seal is like the rising sun illuminating that night.

However, even the rising sun could not block the incomparably sharp sword light.

The sword light flashed across the second-rank official seal, and the seal lost its morning glow, becoming like a single lamp at midnight.

Song Lifu's face suddenly darkened!
He underestimated Jian Qingtian!
He underestimated the strength of sword cultivators in the Enlightenment Realm.

Sword cultivators are not ordinary cultivators at the Enlightenment Realm.

He has almost reached the pinnacle of enlightenment.

A second-rank official seal can withstand a blow from a Wu Gui cultivator, but against a Wu Gui cultivator who has surpassed ordinary Wu Gui combined with swordsmanship, the official seal cannot stop him!

The entire city was startled.

This includes restaurants, brothels, and the three most famous establishments in Ningcheng.

All the string and wind instruments in Miaoyinfang and Tianyinfang were silenced, except for Xianyinfang, where a single note of a zither suddenly rang out, traveling far and wide amidst the city's raging swordplay, sounding utterly lonely...

Originally, no one could clearly see what was happening in the Foreign Affairs Hall.

But at this moment, the roof and four walls of the Foreign Affairs Hall were torn to shreds by the sword energy, exposing everyone in the Foreign Affairs Hall to the public.

This sword, carrying an increasingly fierce gust of wind, slashed towards Lin Xiaosu.

The other end of this sword resembled a celestial being from the heavens.

The entire city of Ning was like a candle in the wind under the power of this sword.

It looked like this sword was about to turn Lin Xiaosu and Zhang Yiran into blood mist and dust.

Suddenly, Lin Xiaosu raised her hand, and a long sword appeared in her hand!

As soon as the sword was drawn, the sword madness brought by Jian Qingtian suddenly slowed down!
A look of surprise suddenly appeared in Jian Qingtian's eyes!

With a flick of her sword, Lin Xiaosu transformed the world beneath her blade back into the misty, rainy Jiangnan region!

Jian Qingtian trembled violently, his eyes widened, and finally, intense terror filled his gaze.

He let out a long roar, and the sword light from the heavens suddenly expanded. At this moment, it truly resembled a celestial sword. This was the culmination of his thousand years of cultivation, and this was a strike unleashed with all his battle power.

However, all the power, all the wonder, and all the profound knowledge of swordsmanship, upon entering this misty Jiangnan region, could only sever a few strange flowers.

A hundred flowers fall, one flower takes flight; what takes flight is not just the flower, but also an unpredictable space!

puff!
With a soft sound, Jian Qingtian's head turned into a bloody mist out of thin air, and the vast starry river behind him was annihilated inch by inch at a very strange rhythm.

tom!
Jian Qingtian's headless corpse fell heavily to the ground in front of Lin Xiaosu.

The long sword in Lin Xiaosu's hand vanished into thin air, replaced by a folding fan. With a gentle wave, the blood mist that had drifted in front of him was dispersed.

The entire city was completely silent!

The lonely melody emanating from the Fairy Music Pavilion also came to an abrupt end.

Beside the zither, a woman in white suddenly looked up, staring directly at that direction for the first time.

The maid next to him had her mouth agape in an "O" shape...

On Moon Lake, there was a painted boat with two women inside. They were none other than Princess Shanling and her maid. Princess Shanling's expression changed.

"Princess! He...he can...he can kill Wugui head-on!"

Princess Shining took a deep breath.

It was more than just a direct attack on Wu Gui.

He killed Wu Gui head-on with a single sword strike!

Moreover, the Wu Gui he killed was basically at the peak of the Wu Gui realm.

On that day, in his imperial residence, the "Su Residence," she had a brief encounter with him. In Princess Shanling's view, that encounter was not a formal one, because she only wanted to slap him and did not intend to kill him on the first meeting. When she was about to activate the "Battle Heaven Technique," her seventh brother blocked her way, preventing her from having a formal fight with him.

At the time, she thought this guy was really lucky.

And now, in front of the entire city, he killed Jian Qingtian with a single sword strike...

In her eyes, Jian Qingtian might not be any particularly important figure, but if she were to kill him, she would absolutely not kill him with a single sword strike.

So, is the only method this thief uses to his advantage, relying on his father's power?

His true combat strength is definitely no less than hers!

She is a true prodigy, the ninth holy maiden of the Heavenly Capital.

There are countless outstanding talents in the capital, but she is at the very top.

That scoundrel, how could that be?!
"Your Highness, it seems the Second Holy Maiden was also shocked. Her Heavenly Fragrance Zither stopped playing for a moment just now!" the palace maid said.

Princess Shining turned her gaze toward Fairy Music Pavilion.

From this perspective, the Second Saintess was indeed astonished, because she had never seen the Second Saintess have any physical disharmony before. But at this moment, even though she was next to the Heavenly Fragrance Zither, she gave the impression of being very far away from the zither.

This is a manifestation of being detached from worldly affairs.

"Holy Maiden!" The maid next to the white-clad figure finally closed her mouth: "No one has ever said that his swordsmanship is so terrifying."

The white-robed saintess gently touched the strings of the Heavenly Fragrance Zither, causing them to vibrate: "The sword path itself is insignificant; the reason it is so terrifying is simply because it is accompanied by the Great Dao of Time and Space... Why is he proficient in the Dao of Time and Space?"

The voice was peaceful, and the sound of peace signified that she had returned from her detachment from worldly affairs.

"The Path of Time and Space? He's from the Ancient Gate. How could someone from the Ancient Gate be related to the Path of Time and Space?" the maid asked.

“Yes, the people of the Ancient Sect have theoretically nothing to do with the Dao of Time and Space…” The Holy Maiden pondered for a while, then smiled gently: “But it doesn’t matter. Even if he has the dual background of the Ancient Sect and the Dao of Time and Space, he still can’t dominate the fate of the world in front of my Heavenly Capital!”

“Exactly!” the maid said. “No matter who it is, if they want to take over the Cold Moon Palace, they must first get past the Holy Maiden. How can such a villain be allowed to lay a finger on the Holy Maiden’s homeland?”

If Lin Xiaosu heard this conversation, he would know how many people his trip to Jiangnan had affected.

For example, this Second Holy Maiden of Tiandu.

She was born in Cold Moon Valley.

Her parents and siblings all live in Cold Moon Valley.

When Lin Xiaosu went to Jiangnan, she was facing all the sects in Jiangnan.

Cold Moon Valley is one of them.

Cold Moon Valley itself is a sect that upholds the Dao, and it has an even more terrifying backer, namely Tiandu—Tiandu is the hometown of the Second Holy Maiden who came from Cold Moon Valley. Isn't that related?
Tiandu is the head of the three major sects.

Cangyuan does not appear; it is revered.

This woman is the second of the twelve holy maidens of Tiandu, her status and position are extraordinary.
She made a special trip back to her hometown just to wait for Lin Xiaosu.

Today in Ningcheng, at their first meeting, Lin Xiaosu gave her an extremely huge shock.

That is, the layman sees the spectacle, while the expert sees the essence. The essence she saw was the spacetime law contained in Lin Xiaosu's sword strike!
Tiandu, the foremost of the three sects.

The Path of Time and Space is the first of the Six Paths.

The Heavenly Capital isn't truly afraid of the Path of Time and Space; in fact, the Heavenly Capital exists above the Path of Time and Space. However, ultimately, no one can truly remain indifferent in the face of the Path of Time and Space. (End of Chapter)