Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 547 Retracing Su Changming's Path: One Man's Efforts, Cultivating Four Sects Simultaneously!

It's not just the fifth sword mark!

Before everyone's eyes, on that sword-testing stone, the sword's edge slashed horizontally, leaving a faint sword mark that gradually deepened to three feet!
The moment the sixth sword mark took shape, the waterfall of the Great River Sect suddenly reversed direction.

Before the stone steps of the mountain gate, the folding fan in Lü Wenliang's hand snapped with a "crack," and the nine water dragons wailed as they exploded into icy mist.

The imagery within this sword mark evokes the feeling of an endless, flowing river!

Six Sword Marks!

Countless gasps of shock rose up.

"This, this, how is it possible..."

"Is his understanding of swordsmanship even greater than it was back then—"

All the guests stood up in front of the viewing platform.

"This boy's sword intent..." Han Kaishan of Chongyue Sword Hall clenched his fist, and the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword in his hand trembled slightly. Frost flowers even formed on the Northern Border Cold Pattern on the sword spine. "It can actually attract Su Changming's image!"

As a sword cultivator from the Eastern Border, he knew clearly what a distinguished figure Su Changming had been back then.

If Su Changming hadn't disappeared without a trace and the Mountain Sect hadn't fallen into decline, what would the Eastern Jianghu have to do with sects like the Chongyue Sword Hall?

"Click."

Elder Sun Zhentang of Baichen Martial Sect had a solemn expression. He crushed the warm jade in his hand, and jade powder fell from between his fingers.

Behind him, his three personal disciples simultaneously pressed down on their sword hilts, causing the swords in their hands to vibrate, and the sixth sword mark on the testing stone to resonate and tremble.

Zhang Yuan slowly sheathed his sword, turning his gaze away from the testing stone in front of him.

The Six Sword Marks are his insights into the swordsmanship of the Mountain Sect, which he gained through observation and gave back to the Mountain Sect.

As for how much the Mountain Sect could obtain, that was not something he needed to consider.

A hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

Not to everyone in this place, nor to the patriarch Su Changming, but to Li Mubai of the Great River Sword Sect.

Observing this trial, Zhang Yuan was certain that the Mountain Sect and the Great River Sword Sect were definitely connected.

Before Chen Zhou's frozen altar, the magnificent display of Li Mubai's Great River Sword stirred Zhang Yuan's blood.

One day, Zhang Yuan will surely be able to face such a powerful figure in a direct battle.

"Thank you."

Zhang Yuan handed the longsword back to Li Sihuan and then turned to leave.

Li Sihuan took the sword and was momentarily stunned.

The steel sword in his hand trembled with a "humming" sound, and the lingering sword intent on the blade caused blood beads to seep from every pore of his body.

Li Changqi stepped forward and pressed his nephew's shoulder firmly, as if afraid he would be torn apart by the dissipating sword intent: "Quickly comprehend it! This is the opportunity for sword intent infusion!"

Opportunity!

Li Sihuan's eyes shone brightly, while the others around him showed expressions of envy.

Not far from the mountain gate of the Moving Mountain Sect, He Yuncheng, who had just finished dealing with the affairs of the sect, looked up and trembled.

His fellow disciples behind him stared wide-eyed at the sword-testing stone, exclaiming, "This, Zhang, Zhang, the Dean—"

He and He Yuncheng had both gone to Qingtianzhou to participate in the spring hunting trial, so how could he not recognize Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Mountain?
But how could that powerful figure who suppressed an entire continent be here?

Not only was he bewildered, but even He Yuncheng was bewildered.

Sect Master Yue Cengyun turned his head, his eyes revealing a profound look, and looked at Cao Chunbao beside him: "Junior Brother Cao, do you know that among the younger generation of Great Qin—"

"Shh." Cao Chunbao shook his head, a smile appearing on his face. "Sect Master, just remember that from today onwards, our Mountain Sect will have the spirit of the Four Sacred Mountains suppressing the heavens."

The Four Sacred Mountains guard the heavens!

Legend has it that the Mountain Sect once dominated an entire continent with its immense power.

then……

A glint of light flashed in Yue Cengyun's eyes, and just as he was about to speak, a dragon's roar suddenly came from the direction of the great river—

Zhang Yuan strode confidently across the waves, the cascading waterfall solidifying beneath his feet into towering ice steps, each step accompanied by wave patterns imbued with sword intent. Nine shattered phantom water dragons swept across the sky, coalescing into the Azure Wave Sword Song totem around Zhang Yuan's figure as he traversed the waves.

This is the inheritance method of the Great River Sect!

"This is... the lost 'Canglang Sword Song' of our sect!" Elder Dahe wildly tugged at his beard, muttering to himself, "Ancestor! Can you see it—"

Riding the waves, Zhang Yuan flew and landed on the moored Xuan Tie ship.

"boom--"

The roar of the keel breaking echoed from the Xuan Tie ship.

Zhang Yuan lightly stepped onto the deck, and before the illusory dragon formed by the Four Seas Dragon Suppressing Spear Formation could pounce, the entire iron ship sank three zhang like a giant whale entering the water.

Standing before the mountain gate, Wu Meng's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and his fists clenched tightly. The golden light of the Sea Dragon tattoo on his chest shimmered.

As the young master of the Zhenhai Sect, Wu Meng knew what kind of power it would take to sink his own iron ship with a single step.

My body is as solid as a mountain!

This is a technique that only those who have mastered the Mountain Sect's cultivation methods can possess!

"Boom!"

When the last plank sank into the icy river, all the bronze bells on the mountain gate archway shattered.

At the same time, the four trial passes raised pillars of light hundreds of feet high, which intertwined in the air to form the phantom of rolling mountains.

Overpowering the four sects, he went straight to the core!
Retracing Su Changming's path, he single-handedly cultivated four sects simultaneously!

"Four sects cultivating together..."

The Mountain Moving Sect deacon stared at the five-finger mark dented on the bronze cauldron's handle, his voice hoarse, "The palm print left by Ancestor Su Changming on the Zhenyue Cauldron was only three inches deep in the stone."

The bluestone beneath his feet quietly shattered into a spiderweb pattern, caused by the recoil force from when Zhang Yuan lifted the eight-thousand-pound bronze cauldron with one arm, penetrating through the frozen soil.

Amidst the rising white mist of the ice crystals, the totem of the Mountain-Moving Warrior could be faintly seen moving along Zhang Yuan's back, resonating mysteriously with the Broken Mountain Sword Mark and the Ice Steps of the Great River.

"Click."

The frozen steps formed by the waterfall suddenly shattered, and the disciples of the Great River Sect staggered backward.

The incense stick that was originally meant to burn for half an hour was completely burned out the moment Zhang Yuan's blood and qi surged to the sky!
"The ninth level of the Mountain Suppressing Technique..."

Elder Duan Yue pressed his hand on the trembling sword at his waist, watching as the three new cracks on the testing stone slowly took shape—

This is the only sign in the past two hundred years, apart from Su Changming, that has touched upon and surpassed the threshold of "the four mountains shining together".

Li Sihuan looked up at Zhang Yuan.

He suddenly recalled his second uncle's drunken sigh: Back then, Su Changming sealed himself in the Xuanbing Cave for twelve years in order to integrate the four schools of martial arts. When he came out of seclusion, all ten of his finger joints had been frozen and reshaped.

At this moment, could it be that Zhang Yuan has already surpassed Master Su Changming?

Zhang Yuan leaped up and landed on a battle platform ten zhang in diameter in front of the Mountain Moving Sect's mountain gate.

In front of the mountain gate, Wang Zhenzhi and the others exchanged glances, and nine figures leaped onto the battle platform from different directions.

He surpasses his peers and can be considered a core disciple of the Mountain Sect.

At this moment, only one of the nine can become a core disciple.

"Pity……"

On the square, someone whispered a sigh.

To be honest, in previous initiation ceremonies, these nine people on the stage would all be considered core disciples of the Mountain Sect.

This time, however, they not only need nine people to compete, but also need to challenge Zhang Yuan, who has stood on the stage and passed four consecutive times.

On the battle platform, Zhang Yuan stood with his feet apart, his true essence suppressed at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, his blood and qi surging, and a faint mountain shadow appeared behind him.

This is a sight that only appears when one has mastered the Mountain Sect's techniques!
Mountain-Moving Strength!
Zhang Yuan's solo battle against four sects demonstrated his strength, leading the nine elites to regard him as their most formidable opponent.

"The Mountain Moving Sect's techniques are nothing but scraps from others; how dare they claim to be the head of the four sects?" Lin Luyue of the Lingfeng Sword Sect unleashed her Azure Nether Sword Qi like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, the sword's edge slicing through the snow curtain as it attacked Zhang Yuan.

(End of this chapter)