Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 566 The Thirty Million Miles of Mountains and Rivers of Eastern Wei, All Depicted in a Painting

In the training ground, the soaring sword energy transformed into a blue dragon that coiled three times, and Xiao Lingyun's long roar shattered the hundred-foot-long clouds.

Feng Lin gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The Qingyun Sword Sect has a history of three thousand years, but has never produced a Grandmaster. The sect's top experts are all trapped by their inner demons, and even when they go to the outer regions, they cannot break through.

At this moment, he witnessed the sect's shackles being shattered by a single sword strike. From this day forward, the Qingyun Sword Sect's legacy will advance even further!
"The Marquis of Qingyang used his fists as hammers, shattering the Grand Elder's sword intent foundation twenty-seven times." Li Tingyun's voice trembled as he looked at the black iron wall covered with fist imprints.

Those cracks of varying depths were clearly the marks Zhang Yuan deliberately left behind each time he defeated Xiao Lingyun, marking the path he had broken through to the next realm.

As the dust settled, Marquis Zhang Yuan of Qingyang stood with one hand hanging down, his expression calm.

The Grand Elder's hair and beard were completely white, but his eyes were like lightning. The newly forged Azure Nether Sword hung in front of him, and the illusory image of the cave heaven reflected on the sword had increased from seven layers to nine layers!
"Twenty-seven swords shattered seven layers of heaven and earth, twenty-eight swords stood tall in the nine layers of clouds." Feng Lin kowtowed heavily to Zhang Yuan, his forehead pressed against the blue brick, choking with sobs: "Lord Marquis, this is to rebuild the legacy of my Qingyun Sword Sect!"

Zhang Yuan waved his hand and looked at Xiao Lingyun, who was standing with his head bowed.

"Elder Xiao will henceforth hold the title of a retainer of my Zhen Tian Si and keep an eye on Yun Cang City for me."

Xiao Lingyun straightened his posture, bowed, and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"promise!"

His respect for Zhang Yuan came from the bottom of his heart.

This respect was not only out of gratitude for Zhang Yuan's help in his breakthrough, but also because of the shock brought by Zhang Yuan's twenty-seven punches, each one shattering his sword intent.

Yuncang City.

A burst of sword energy erupted from the long street as Xiao Lingyun traversed a hundred feet on his Azure Nether Sword, the sword's edge creating a phantom image of nine overlapping grotto heavens.

The seven elders followed closely behind, and wherever they went, green bamboo shoots sprouted from the cracks in the blue bricks, instantly creating a ten-mile-long sword path.

Before the ice-jade railing on the top floor of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, the Golden Ring Swordsman looked at the soaring sword light, and the wine bowl in his hand cracked with three fine lines: "The Azure Cloud Sword Sect has truly produced a Grandmaster!"

“It’s not just the Qingyun Sword Sect,” the red-browed old man at the next table said, cracking peanut shells and tapping the table with his knuckles. “Three days ago, Liang Qiyuan of the Mountain Sect practiced the Mountain-Moving Force in front of the Zhenhai Stele, and his fist shattered three hundred feet of reef.”

"His fist shattered three hundred feet of reef. If he's not a Grandmaster, he must have the power of a Grandmaster, right?" someone whispered nearby, their voice filled with astonishment.

"That's the sect that Qingyang Marquis formally became a disciple of. With Qingyang Marquis's methods, how could he not help the Mountain Sect cultivate a Grandmaster-level expert?" The old man in black robes on the other side spoke up, his face full of envy.

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.

With the name of Marquis Qingyang and the prestige of the Heavenly Division, who in the Eastern Jianghu dares to look him in the eye?
A thunderstorm suddenly erupted at the end of the long street, and Yu Wanjun, dragging his coiled dragon halberd, strode through the air. The purple lightning remaining on the halberd's blade collided violently with Xiao Lingyun's sword intent.

The clash of the two newly promoted Grandmasters outside Yuncang City shattered the eighteen glass lamps hanging from the eaves of Zuixianlou.

"Sixth place." A low sigh came from the private room on the second floor. "Lei Hao of the Immortal Execution Division broke through his realm by drawing heavenly lightning, Yu Wanjun of the Hall of Offerings absorbed the Azure Wave Dragon Vein, in addition, Tie Xing, the commander of the Xuanjia Dragon Riders, forged the battle formation's baleful energy, and Yao Tong, the Thunder Master, suddenly comprehended the Purple Heaven Thunder Pattern—"

"And there's Chen Duange of the Cold Crow Sword Sect. With the help of Marquis Qingyang, he's said to be half a step into Grandmaster. That's too much..." came the exclamation of a young swordsman from outside the window.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the thousands of crows circling the city wall suddenly exploded into a rain of swords. Chen Duange's blood-stained broken sword was reforged in the twilight, and the sword energy soared straight into the sky!

"Lord Qingyang, is this truly an attempt to turn the Eastern Territory into an impregnable fortress?" A middle-aged martial artist in a green robe spoke softly from the top of Yuncang City.

Who would have thought that the addition of six Grandmasters to guard the Eastern Border would turn the originally turbulent Jianghu of the Eastern Border of the Great Qin into an iron wall!

A strong smell of blood swept across the city walls as the river wind blew. Chu Chaoyang stroked his newly changed Blazing Sun Gloves and looked at the twelve Zhen Tian Tower ships moored at the dock.

Each ship's deck was topped with a pile of black iron three zhang high, which was the treasure that Marquis Qingyang was preparing to send back to the capital.

These invaluable treasures will be exchanged for various spiritual materials in the imperial city, and then refined by the Secret Medicine Department into the best resources for tempering newly promoted Grandmasters.

“My lord,” Yin Jiuyou emerged from the shadow of the sails, the Soul Refining Lamp illuminating his pale face, “News has just arrived from the capital. The Duke of Cheng wishes to rebuild the Heavenly Ranking and asks if you would like to have your name inscribed on it?”

Zhang Yuan killed Grandmaster Yuwen Jue with a single strike. Even though he relied on the strength of a large army on the front lines, and even though Yuwen Jue was already exhausted and on his last legs, this was still Zhang Yuan's achievement.

If Zhang Yuan can capitalize on this achievement, he can directly enter the Heavenly Ranking.

The Duke of Chengguo meant that if Zhang Yuan were to leave his name on the Heavenly Ranking, it would be enough to intimidate the region. On the deck, Zhang Yuan pressed his palm against the gunwale, watching the whirlpools churning in the river: "No need."

"I want the world to remember," Zhang Yuan said, turning around with his hand on the hilt of his sword, his black robe fluttering in the river wind, "that the vast skies of the Eastern Jianghu have never been suppressed by me, nor supported by any grandmaster."

"It is thanks to the millions of martial artists in the Eastern Jianghu, to the martial arts of the Great Qin, and to the martial prowess in the blood of the Qin people."

On the deck, both Yin Jiuyou and Chu Chaoyang bowed.

At this moment, Yin Jiuyou's aura was clearly on par with Chu Chaoyang's.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to besiege and kill Yuwen Jue, the Grandmaster of Eastern Wei, Marquis Zhang Yuan of Qingyang used the Grandmaster as a whetstone to create an opportunity for the powerful of Great Qin to break through to a higher realm.

To outsiders, the six Grandmasters appeared to be gathered in Yuncang City, but they were unaware that Yin Jiuyou had already entered the Grandmaster realm ten days prior.

"Marquis Qingyang".

From the direction of the cabin, Peng Zheng, the heir of the Marquis of Xiaoyuan, wearing a blue robe, strode over with a smile on his face.

On the other side, Lei Ming, accompanied by several veteran soldiers from the Northwest Army, strode over.

"Woo——"

A bugle call could be heard over the great river.

Zhang Yuan turned his head, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"With the return of Minister Gong and Mr. Ji, we old friends from Zhengyang have gathered together to welcome Mr. Ji back."

At this moment on the deck, both Peng Zheng and Lei Ming had indeed crossed paths with Ji Yuntang and Gong Yuzheng in Zhengyang County back then.

At this moment, everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but show their feelings.

Zhang Yuanli stood on the deck, watching the fleet slowly approach.

The figure standing at the bow of the ship was Ji Yuntang, who had given him all the calligraphy and paintings back in the martial arts academy courtyard in Zhengyang County.

"Professor Ji, how have you been?"

Zhang Yuan smiled, cupped his hands, and spoke.

On the opposite bow of the ship, Ji Yuntang looked at Zhang Yuan, his face full of emotion.

Back in Zhengyang County, he never imagined that Zhang Yuan would achieve such success.

He was ennobled in one battle.

He took charge of the Heavenly Guard.

"Lord Qingyang, your military achievements are invaluable. In exchange for my return, it is truly..." Ji Yuntang sighed softly, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect.

Zhang Yuan looked at Ji Yuntang and let out a long laugh.

"Headmaster, how was your trip to Eastern Wei?" Zhang Yuan asked, his eyes gleaming as he stared intently at Ji Yuntang, who stood at the bow of the boat.

Upon hearing his words, Ji Yuntang slowly straightened up, his expression gradually shifting from calm to arrogance.

"boom--"

Behind Ji Yuntang, a magnificent scroll unfolds, with mountains and rivers stretching for thousands of miles!

"The 30 million miles of mountains and rivers of the Eastern Wei Dynasty are all captured in the paintings of my brush."

"If it weren't for the fact that this landscape scroll was sealed by a grotto-heaven, I, Ji, would have already entered the realm of a Grandmaster."

(End of this chapter)