Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 628 A Wish Fulfilled: The Sword Immortal's Legacy

Ma Lili rolled her eyes at Gao Dongxu, annoyed, and said coquettishly, "You can't stand not causing trouble for a while, can you?"

"Hurry up—" Gao Dongxu urged, his eyes bright.

Helplessly, Ma Lili bent down to pick it up. In that instant, time seemed to stretch out. The silver-gray long dress clung to her waist, outlining a sharp yet smooth S-curve, like silk being blown by the wind, about to burst at any moment yet perfectly held together.

Her long legs, encased in black silk, were fully exposed from the high slit, their lines straight and sculpted like knife cuts, extending from her ankles all the way up. Every inch of her skin was covered with a hazy sheen by the silk, like a carefully polished obsidian.

Her movements were light and precise. The muscle memory of a ballerina gave her every posture an unintentional elegance—when her knees were slightly bent, her joints were distinct but not bony, instead exuding a sculpted, cold beauty. The moment her fingertips touched the pen, the arc of her wrist flip was like the last freeze-frame of a curtain call.

Her small act of conscience did not diminish her sex appeal; instead, it drew all attention to her incredibly long legs. Her beauty was not a soft, seductive allure, but a conquering force with a sharp edge.

"Don't move—" Gao Dongxu commanded with burning eyes, then got up and walked over.

Ma Lili blushed slightly and glanced back at Gao Dongxu, knowing that in the coming period, she, as the HR director, would receive the boss's support.

"These are the employee files from the recent recruitment period, and this one contains the files of people that General Manager Ye wants to lay off. You need to sign it to make it effective..." Ma Lili's pretty face was flushed, and she pointed her trembling finger at the documents on her desk, reporting in a trembling voice.

"Okay, leave it there and I'll sign it in a bit. Don't worry, you're my person, and I'll definitely support your decision—" Gao Dongxu hugged her from behind and said with a smile.

Ma Lili bit her red lips, her face flushed, and turned back to give him a charmingly disdainful look, saying coquettishly, "You're just trying to humiliate me..."

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Ma Lili gave her report for about forty minutes before finally leaving Gao Dongxu's office.

Su Yan, who was at the secretary's workstation, immediately stood up and watched Ma Lili leave. However, Su Yan's beautiful eyes narrowed and she met Ma Lili's gaze, who always had a cold and aloof demeanor. She quickly lowered her head, feeling a mix of emotions.

She couldn't be mistaken; when she went in, Director Ma was wearing black, but now, the black was gone.

What happened in the office earlier is self-evident.

Ma Lili tried her best to calm her turmoil, adjusted her breathing so as not to let anyone see her guilty conscience, and walked towards her office.

Su Yan blushed slightly and secretly looked up at Ma Lili's back. Seeing the messy folds on the silver-gray bodycon dress, she became even more certain of her guess.

"You big pervert—" Su Yan cursed inwardly, feeling a little jealous.

"Ding--"

Wearing a loose white shirt, Gao Dongxu lit a lighter, leaned back comfortably in his office chair, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and exhaled a white plume of smoke.

Smoking a cigarette, Gao Dongxu reached for the bronze sword from Zhongnan Mountain—or rather, the bronze short sword—that he had obtained from the Ninth Bureau's warehouse on his desk.

With the appearance of the bronze short sword, it exuded a fierce beauty under the soft light.

Gao Dongxu leaned closer to examine it carefully. The bronze short sword was over 20 centimeters long and about 10 centimeters wide, with a handle that was 5 or 6 centimeters long and 3 or 4 centimeters wide at its widest point. He picked it up, weighed it in his hand, and estimated that it weighed a little over two pounds.

The sword is cast in bronze and is shaped like a long triangle resembling a bamboo leaf. The spine of the sword is slightly raised and has a blood groove. The flat hilt has no guard.

The openwork on the short sword gives this weapon a unique personality and a distinct character, giving the viewer a powerful visual impact. A coiled snake is carved in the center of the blade, with an equilateral triangular head and the snake's body intertwined with vine-like plants.

There is obvious soil staining.

According to Director Luo, under the moonlight, mysterious patterns would appear on the patina-covered blade of the sword every seven seconds.

Looking at this short bronze dagger without a hilt, which didn't seem like something one could hold, Gao Dongxu immediately thought of a flying sword when he first saw it.

Flying sword techniques and sword control techniques have been legendary in China since ancient times, and these legends have never ceased.

What impressed Gao Dongxu the most was the story he had heard about when he was young, about the Chinese scholar Nan Huaijin's extraordinary encounter with a sword immortal in Zhongnan Mountain.

According to Nan Huaijin's retelling of the old Taoist's words, sword immortals are divided into two levels: one is controlling the sword with qi, and the other is controlling qi with qi. The old Taoist said that his own opportunities were still limited, and he could only control the sword with qi.

The old Taoist priest took out a wooden box about a foot long from his pocket, opened it, and took out a small silver sword. This small sword was about the size of a child's toy.

The old Taoist priest placed the small sword in his palm and said to Nan Huaijin, "Boy, watch closely!" Then, a silver light shot out like lightning, and a pine tree as thick as a bowl on the opposite side fell to the ground. With a flash of silver light, the short sword flew back into its box. Nan Huaijin said he was stunned. Although he had always firmly believed in the existence of sword immortals, he couldn't believe his eyes after witnessing the flying sword technique firsthand.

If sword immortals can exist even on Earth, then it's even more normal for sword immortals to exist in the extraordinary world I live in.

Extinguishing his cigarette, Gao Dongxu held the bronze short sword with both hands, staring intently at the blade. It was not sharp at all, covered in green rust and soil stains, making it look nothing like a flying sword.

"Is it that brilliance is concealed, and divine objects are naturally hidden?"

To be honest, Gao Dongxu really hoped that this was a flying sword. As far as he was concerned, he possessed extraordinary power, which seemed considerable and powerful, but he did not have a truly decisive and killing technique.

If he could master the flying sword technique, he would never need to pursue even more powerful extraordinary abilities for the rest of his life.

Fortune favors the bold. Gao Dongxu picked up the bronze short sword, went to the sofa in the rest area, lay down, took out a jade seal rich in spiritual energy from his spatial storage, began to guide the spiritual energy from the jade seal, and then carefully activated the bronze short sword with the spiritual energy flowing in his body.

The moment the spiritual energy touched the sword, an irresistible pulling force suddenly erupted, forcibly dragging his consciousness into a spinning vortex.

In a dizzying moment, his consciousness was thrown into a deep, dark cave. The surrounding scenery was as illusory and ethereal as a reflection in water, and strange halos danced on the rock walls.

Once again, Gao Dongxu composed himself and followed the winding cave wall, eventually arriving at a stone chamber of about twenty square meters.

In the center of the stone chamber, a gaunt old man sat cross-legged on an ancient stone bed. His skin was as dark as bronze, and his thin body seemed to blend into the stone chamber. His white hair was tied into a loose topknot, and his withered hands held a bronze short sword, which rested quietly on his legs.

Suddenly, the old man's withered lips began to move, and a hoarse, distant voice echoed in the stone chamber: "How wondrous is the Great Dao! How magnificent is the Great Dao! Heaven attains oneness and becomes clear; Earth attains oneness and becomes tranquil; Spirit attains oneness and becomes divine; Valley attains oneness and becomes full; All things attain oneness and come to life."

The old man's voice gradually turned sorrowful: "Alas, Great Dao! Alas, Great Dao! The Dao cannot reverse Heaven's will, it nourishes humanity but cannot sustain it forever. Alas, in the blink of an eye, a fleeting moment, a mere ray of light, a hundred years hastily vanished into the floating clouds and flowing water."

The chanting resonated strangely within the stone chamber, each word seemingly carrying immense power: "They regard life as mere grass, and fate as dust. Sages and commoners alike view it this way. If one does not nourish life, one will eventually die; if one does not cultivate one's inner energy, one will find it difficult to escape the cage of worldly constraints."

The old man's voice suddenly rose in pitch: "With one breath concentrated, all spirits gather! With one's own body, one can cleave the heavens!"

Finally, it all turned into a long sigh: "In nature, both the surging and the silent are my destiny, my power."

As the last word fell, the air in the stone chamber seemed to freeze, and the bronze short sword gleamed with a faint blue light in the old man's hand.

"...All are my spirits. My body is one with the universe and nature. The spiritual light flows, and all spirits follow it. The great power of nature gathers and rushes forth. If used properly, it can grant longevity. If used improperly, it can destroy the heavens. I often lament that people do not believe in immortality and live forever, and I silently laugh at its absurdity and strangeness."

Little did people know that human life is extraordinary. All spirits return to humans, and all vital energies also return to humans. When humans are alive, their spiritual energy gathers, making them thousands stronger than those below. Even beasts can cultivate immortality because the spirits return to them. By nourishing life and cherishing truth, one's vital energy and spirit remain forever, and the spirits and gods become one.

Human power cannot reverse fate, nor can the power of the Dao pacify the void. If one cultivates immortal arts, relying on nature, all things, all living beings, all phenomena, and all actions become one's spiritual energy... To forge a radiant, inexhaustible divine sword—this too is sword control, not merely a technique that allows one to traverse heaven and earth, to gaze upon the universe, to roam the cosmos. Though one marvels at it, one cannot fully comprehend it; though one marvels at it, one cannot express it.

However, this is not the Dao. Speaking of sword control, it can be considered a minor skill, learnable even before one's primordial spirit is fully developed; it can also be considered a major skill, for through this skill one can ultimately attain the Dao. What is sword control? It also connects to the spiritual truth, subtly concealing the Great Dao.

Those destined to learn this art in future generations must first learn from immortals. Unlike ordinary mortals who wield talismans and swords, drawing ghosts and gods, they ultimately lack a source of power; how then can they perform their arts?

This technique is a true technique; with its inexhaustible power, it can cleave the void and shatter the sun and stars.

Ordinary people often enter this path through martial arts, practicing internal martial arts to regulate their Qi and circulate it throughout the body. This ordinary path can be learned by everyone, but not everyone can achieve mastery or understand Qi and spirituality.

Many people in the mortal world have also learned much of this, and ordinary people do not find it particularly strange. However, when a sword moves through the air and floats in the void, ordinary people would be greatly astonished and think it is a ghost or god. But it is not a ghost or god, and it is only difficult for ordinary people to understand.

However, the path of the sword immortal is mysterious and mysterious, and is considered the most forbidden of all Taoist arts. People in this path are often elusive and come and go without a trace, so to outsiders they are almost mythical legends. They are not only rarely heard of, but also extremely difficult to see.

After thirty years of hardship and searching far and wide, the old Taoist finally found the rare and unique copy of "Lingfei Sword Shadow Manual". According to the manual, it was passed down from the descendants of the Southern School of Sword Immortals. The book contains the secret method of the Southern School of Sword Immortals to refine flying swords with Lesser Vehicle talismans. It is a secret manual of the Southern School of Sword Immortals and has been passed down for more than three hundred years.

Although the book states that "this method of refining flying swords with talismans can take a person's head from a thousand miles away as easily as taking something out of a bag, it is not comparable to the true sword immortal who has achieved enlightenment, flies on a sword, disappears without a trace, and possesses wondrous and miraculous transformations."

Even so, this book can still be considered a unique and authentic manual of sword immortal techniques, making it extremely precious.

As Gao Dongxu listened to the old Taoist talking to himself, his eyes grew brighter and his mind was stirred. He sat down on the ground and listened carefully and attentively to every word and sentence the old Taoist spoke, memorizing them.

Suddenly, the old Taoist opened his eyes, a divine light flashing in them. To Gao Dongxu's horror, the other man was actually looking at him.

Yes, Gao Dongxu was absolutely certain that the other person was watching him.

(End of this chapter)