The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 182: Big commotion, big scene.
When someone asks you, can a person practice martial arts to the point where his body can float in the air without sinking or falling?
Any sane warrior would look at you with contempt, and then scold you: "What the hell are you talking about? Where in the world is there such a martial art? Even the most brilliant Qinggong can only achieve the level of walking on snow without leaving any traces, or walking on water."

"You still want to float in the air? Why haven't you ever thought about being able to fly and become a god?"

The three thousand white-robed members of the Ming Cult and the seventy-two masters did not believe that anyone could do this until the most mysterious leader in their minds appeared before them and performed a miracle.
Two streams of black and white wisdom tails surrounded his body, suspending himself three feet above the chariot and no longer descending.

He was wearing fluttering white clothes, a tall crown and a wide belt, holding a long sword with a black sheath in his hand. There was no powerful aura lingering about his body, only a feeling as warm and gentle as jade, which was refreshing.

This image is different from the image in the minds of the three thousand white-robed followers, but it is also beyond their imagination. It unexpectedly and perfectly fits the personality of the mysterious leader.

Then, as the four Dharma Kings knelt and shouted, the 3,072 followers knelt on the ground in unison, and at the same time, they turned the burning passion in their hearts into shouts at the top of their lungs, shouting loudly: "Greetings, Master!"

"Meet the leader!"

"Meet the leader!"

Three consecutive shouts turned into a long roar that shook the earth, echoing continuously in the mountains and valleys, and spreading far away on the surface of Nushan Lake.

The momentum is so majestic that it swallows up mountains and rivers, and it is feared in all directions!
Hula la.
In the nearby mountains and forests, countless birds flapped their wings, soared into the sky, danced and circled on the top of the mountain, and then dispersed in all directions!
The sounds of wolves howling and tigers roaring came one after another, as if they had sensed the intense danger and quickly receded into the distance.

Xu Xingchen floated in the air above the chariot, turned his head and looked around at the white-robed believers who were kneeling respectfully on the ground, and said slowly: "Brothers and sisters, please stand up!"

"Thank you, Master!"

The three thousand white-robed disciples, the seventy-two masters, and the four Dharma Kings shouted loudly and stood up at the same time.

Only then did the followers look up at their leader in the sky above them, their hearts pounding and their eyes burning with incomparable admiration and respect.

"This is the leader who wrote the Four Great Classics and is knowledgeable and talented."

"This is the powerful leader who created more than a hundred martial arts secret manuals in three months."

"This is the legendary mysterious leader who has planned the world and won battles thousands of miles away, like a dragon that can only be seen from the head but not the tail."

"Sure enough, it is just as perfect as what we imagined in our minds."

mid-air.
Xu Xingchen raised the sword in his hand and said calmly: "Let's go!"

Whether in terms of momentum or voice, he did not reveal any of the majesty and arrogance of the leader of the world's largest sect. From beginning to end, he appeared peaceful and serene.

Such an image not only did not lower his status in the eyes of the three thousand white-clothed followers, but instead made it even higher. They felt that the leader was truly a god who had descended to earth and was very different from others.

With a response that sounded as thunderous as a clap of thunder, Xu Xingchen floated into the carriage and sat on the wooden chair that was barely visible through the white gauze.

The team set out from here, heading west!
Three thousand men and dozens of carriages are nothing to any rebel or righteous army in the world, but if it is a team composed of three thousand martial arts masters, it is enough to intimidate all the forces in the world and make them dare not act rashly.

Even the government officials and soldiers from all over the Yuan court dared not fart when the three thousand white-robed followers passed by, for fear that a single careless mistake would bring about a catastrophic disaster.

This is the powerful deterrent force of three thousand martial arts masters and seventy-two experts gathered together.

Along the way, apart from some righteous armies and rebels who disappeared and dared not show up, there were also many resistance forces from branches of the Ming Cult. Each of them was like a wild child who had found his biological parents, and they came to pay their respects crying.

Regardless of whether these people are insincere or sincere, Xu Xingchen treats them all equally.

Each time, he was surrounded by black and white wisdom tails. He floated out of the carriage and hovered in the air three feet above the ground, meeting with the stunned leaders and generals one by one.

He said a few soothing words, then praised them and said that if they were willing, they could go to the north and seek help from his troops led by him personally.

In the past two years, the various rebel forces in the north were swept away and encircled by the Prince of Ruyang and his son, and almost suffered a devastating disaster. Later, under the planning of Xu Xingchen, they finally came back to life and gradually gained the ability to deal with the Yuan court's military marshal.

Therefore, although the various rebel forces in the north were still under their own jurisdiction on the surface, they had actually secretly turned to Xu Xingchen's side.

They have to fall, because Xu Xingchen's forces not only have a large number of manpower, but also strong financial resources, sufficient food and grass, and countless sophisticated weapons.
How can they, who are so weak, compete with the forces led by Xu Xingchen? !
Now, on his journey westward, whenever he met the generals and leaders of these Ming Cult factions, Xu Xingchen also put on a kind face, trying to win more people over to his side.

As for those people with ulterior motives, he didn't care at all. In the face of the overwhelming trend, those people's despicable intrigues and treacherous plots were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. They would only lead to their own death.

After being shocked, the leaders and generals who were received made requests one after another, wanting the leader to stay in their territory for a few days, but all their requests were rejected by Xu Xingchen.

The matter of returning to the headquarters at Guangmingding was urgent. Three thousand white-robed followers escorted the chariot of the leader of the Ming Cult, and they met with people along the way. The momentum and grandeur were comparable to the imperial tours of some previous dynasties.

The reason why Xu Xingchen wanted to create such a big scene was to boost the confidence of all the people living in dire straits on the land of China, to announce to them that the true savior had appeared and their suffering would soon end.
So, let the flames of resistance burn!
A spark can start a prairie fire, and so can you.
At the same time, it was also intimidating the various rebel forces and rebels in the south, telling them that the time to expel the Tartars had come and that the unification of the world was not far away.

From now on, stop fighting among yourselves, fight against the Yuan court together, and surrender when the time comes, and don't hesitate any longer.
When Xu Xingchen was planning this event last year, he was prepared to treat this return trip as a grand performance, an indispensable performance.

Therefore, he would stop for half a day in each place along the way to meet with the generals from all parties who came to pay him a visit.

All actions have deep meaning.

Xu Xingchen caused such a shocking commotion that not only shocked the various rebel forces, but also alarmed the major sects and gangs in the martial arts world.

Mount Emei.
At the Emei sect's headquarters, an Emei sect disciple hurried to the door of a stone chamber in seclusion in the back mountain.

He reached out and pulled the rope on the side, which was pulled through the mechanism, and a crisp bell ringing sound was heard from inside.

The sound of the bell is clear and refreshing, echoing in the stone chamber.

After a while, the stone door rumbled to the side, revealing a dim space inside and a slender figure sitting cross-legged on a cushion on the ground with his back to the door.

She was wearing a simple white robe, and her white hair fell to her waist. It was whiter than snow and swayed in the wind, making her very eye-catching.

If you look more closely, you will find that her shoulders are asymmetrical, as if her left arm is missing.

The Emei sect disciple outside the door looked at the woman's long white hair in the stone chamber, a trace of pity and sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he half-knelt on the ground, clasped his fists and said: "Master, the leader of the Ming Cult has set off and is heading west."

Afterwards, he told all the news he had heard from the foot of the mountain, including the big noise made by Xu Xingchen and his group on the road.

After finishing speaking, after a while, Nun Miejue in the stone chamber snorted coldly and said slowly: "Mingjiao leader, you really have a big mind."

After another long silence, he said again: "Distribute the letter I wrote last year to the leaders of the major sects and gangs, inviting them to join forces to go to Kunlun Mountain and besiege Guangmingding."

"Yes! Leader!"

The Emei sect disciple outside the stone chamber immediately responded loudly, then stood up, turned around and left with a solemn look on their faces.

Last year, all the Emei disciples who followed Master Miejue to Butterfly Valley knew that the leader of the Ming Cult would return to the headquarters this year and invite their own leaders to gather with the six major sects to besiege Guangmingding together.

After returning to the mountain, the disciples were worried, not knowing whether this matter was true or false, and how to deal with it in the future.

I didn't expect that today, what I said last year has really come true.
The disciples who knew about the situation all felt extremely heavy-hearted. Unconsciously, the sense of urgency and solemnity had begun to affect their every move.

The disciple left for a long time.
Nun Miejue in the stone chamber suddenly turned into a faint phantom, flashing nine times in succession, leaving nine lifelike spiral phantoms in every corner of the stone chamber.

Around each spiral phantom, there is an extremely sharp claw mark, tearing five long white traces in the air.

The shrill sound of tearing cloth echoed in the stone chamber.

On the stone wall near the nine spiral phantoms, sparks flew and dust rose. In a blink of an eye, claw marks appeared, each of which penetrated three inches into the stone wall.

The next moment, nine spiral phantoms merged into one, and Nun Miejue appeared in front of the stone wall at the door.

His robes fluttered, his white hair danced wildly, and dozens of claw marks flashed quickly on the stone wall.

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!

Amidst the countless sounds of tearing cloth, sparks flew densely, as brilliant as fireworks.

The smoke and dust were blown wildly in all directions by the strong wind, gradually filling the entire stone chamber.

When the sparks faded and the smoke settled, a portrait of a young man appeared on the stone wall in front of him.

He is tall and straight, with a calm and peaceful expression.
Who else could it be if not the Ming Cult leader Xu Xingchen? !
Nun Miejue, whose face was hidden in the shadows of the stone chamber, looked at the picture on the stone wall and murmured to herself: "I will do as you wish. Let's see how you respond!"

(End of this chapter)