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Chapter 211 I've never seen a divine sword take form before!

not good!

Yan Chixia's heart skipped a beat, and he withdrew his hands as if he had been electrocuted, hurriedly explaining, "You scholar, please don't..."

Before he could finish speaking, the pale-faced scholar cried out in terror, and without even picking up the lantern, he turned and fled without looking back.

"..."

Yan Chixia's face darkened, and he couldn't help but turn his head to glance at the Xuanyuan Sword floating in the corner.

Lin Yu said irritably, "Why are you looking at me?"

If you hadn't taken the Xuanyuan Sword, why would I, Daoist, have bothered to find another weapon?
Yan Chixia was indignant, but he didn't say anything on the surface.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and strode out of the temple gate.

Taking this opportunity, Lin Yu checked Yan Chixia's luggage.

The baggage contained quite a few items, but mostly food and copper coins. The only things related to cultivation were a few talismans, a copper bell, and a rather old-looking blue-covered book.

The Taiyi Exorcising and Demon-Slaying Protective Spell!
Is this Yan Chixia's cultivation method?

Lin Yu's eyes lit up, and he immediately scanned the book with his spiritual power, memorizing this orthodox cultivation technique.

Not long after, footsteps sounded again outside the door, and Yan Chixia returned, dragging the wailing pale-faced scholar with him.

"You wicked man, let...let me go, I don't want to hear this!"

Looking at the pale-faced but still stubborn scholar, Yan Chixia admired him inwardly, but said with a dark face, "No, you must listen to my explanation!"

"How could I, Yan, have my illustrious reputation ruined by you, brat!"

The pale-faced scholar, who had been struggling, suddenly froze upon hearing this, staring blankly at the rough face of the man with a leopard-like head, round eyes, and a thick red beard.

"...Your surname is Yan?"

"Nonsense!" Yan Chixia said irritably. "Although I, Yan Chixia, am just a martial artist, I have some minor reputation in the martial arts world. Would I lie to you?"

"Yan Chixia...isn't Liu Yidao?"

"What Liu Yidao? I don't know him!"

Yan Chixia said somewhat impatiently.

Upon hearing this, the pale-faced scholar visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

"What do you mean, 'that's good'? You scholar, who exactly have you mistaken me for?"

"That's a long story, Master Yan... could you please let me down first?"

Yan Chixia frowned, carefully examined the scholar for a few moments, and then released his grip.

The scholar landed on the ground, let out a long sigh, straightened his collar, and bowed, saying, "My name is Ning Caichen, from Shaanxi. I came to Beiguo to collect debts for Jibaozhai, but unfortunately the account book got wet in the rain, and the accounts are unclear. I was unable to collect any money and have no money for lodging, so I have no choice but to ask for lodging here..."

"He really is a poor, pedantic scholar!"

Yan Chixia shook his head and said, "I have no interest in a scholar like you. Let's talk about that Liu Yidao first."

Ning Caichen quickly explained, "This man is a notorious bandit wanted by the county. He has committed murder, robbery, and many other evil deeds. I was planning to stay at a temple outside the county, and I was naturally worried about encountering bad guys. So, before leaving the county, I glanced at the wanted poster. The bandit in the picture also had a full beard and looked very similar to the hero. That's why I had this misunderstanding."

It turns out he was a notorious thief wanted by the authorities!
Yan Chixia's face darkened, and he couldn't help but glare at Ning Caichen, saying irritably, "Although I, Yan Chixia, have a fierce appearance, before retiring from the martial world, I was still a constable!"

"Even if I'm wanted, it's because the imperial court owes me my salary. How can I be compared to such villains?"

"As for this guy..."

Yan Chixia glanced at the unconscious Xiahou on the ground and said indifferently, "This man's surname is Xiahou. He is a famous swordsman in the martial arts world. He came to Lanruo Temple to find me today, not for the sake of martial arts ethics, but for personal grudges."

"I see!"

Ning Caichen suddenly realized what was happening, then looked embarrassed and apologized repeatedly.

Yan Chixia had already lost interest in him and waved his hand, saying, "The misunderstanding has been cleared up, so there's nothing more to say!"

"If you insist on staying here, I will not stop you. However, this place is eerie and ghostly. As a scholar, you should be on your guard. If someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night, no matter who it is, you must not answer. Do you understand?"

Is this really that strange?

Ning Caichen felt a chill run down his spine and nodded repeatedly: "I understand!"

Yan Chixia glanced at him and said, "If you understand, why don't you hurry up and find a room?"

Ning Caichen looked embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Um... is it not okay to stay here?"

Yan Chixia was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "If you are not afraid of me, of course you can. However, I need to meditate on the futon. Would you like to rest next to me?"

Ning Caichen hesitated for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the Buddhist hall before him, and soon he saw several broken Buddha statues.

The broken Buddha body, the severed arm, and the broken Buddha head under the altar that seemed to be staring at him sent a chill down the scholar's spine, and a sense of retreat rose in his heart.

"Are you scared?"

Yan Chixia laughed.

The scholar's face flushed red, but he didn't say anything. He simply turned to look at the figure in the corner of the Buddhist hall.

"Brother, are you also here to stay at this temple?"

...Brother?
Where is my brother?

Yan Chixia looked surprised and couldn't help but follow his gaze. In the corner of the Buddhist hall, where the Xuanyuan Sword had been floating, a figure in white had appeared.

Judging from his tall and upright figure and handsome face, it was the spirit of the sword that he had seen before!

when? !

Yan Chixia stared in astonishment at the young man in white.

When he came to his senses, he quickly made a hand seal, chanted a spell, and then smeared his eyes with his fingers together like a sword.

In an instant, the world before him underwent subtle changes. Numerous objects appeared before him in a more abstract form, and even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in the air was clearly visible under his divine eye.

Even so, the young man in white in the corner still appeared to be human.

The only change was the ethereal glow emanating from his body, unlike anything seen by ordinary people…

"It wasn't a trick after all?"

Yan Chixia looked at Lin Yu in surprise.

of course not!

Long before Yan Chixia returned, Lin Yu had already tried to cultivate the "Taiyi Exorcising Sin and Demon-Slaying Protective Spell".

Whether it was because of his high rank or the extraordinary talent of the Xuanyuan Sword itself, he easily learned the entire technique in just half an incense stick's time.

Unfortunately, this technique has a lineage, and it comes from a very prestigious background.

It has a very deep connection with the Taoist master 'Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun'.

With this in mind, Lin Yu did not dare to delve too deeply into this technique. Instead, he secretly condensed a spiritual body using the Xuanyuan Sword as a foundation while Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen were talking.

In a sense, it is indeed a physical entity, just not made of flesh and blood.

However, Yan Chixia's cultivation level is currently insufficient, and he cannot yet see the Xuanyuan Sword hidden within him...

Having confirmed this, Lin Yu felt reassured and glanced at Yan Chixia, transmitting his voice:

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a divine sword take form before?"

You know what, there really isn't one!

Since the Three Realms fell into chaos, very few spiritual beings in this world can transform into human form. Even if there are great demons who can transform, most of them are like the Tree Demon Granny, who is neither human nor ghost.

He had never seen anyone as dignified and upright as Lin Yu before!

Yan Chixia looked at Lin Yu with a complicated expression, thinking that it would be even more difficult to get the sword back now!

Lin Yu ignored Yan Chixia's reaction and instead chuckled, saying, "I heard your conversation just now. I really didn't expect that you, who look like a demon, would have such a kind heart!"

You're the one who looks like a demon!
Yan Chixia's face darkened, and he cursed viciously in his heart.

But on the surface, he still said with a dark face, "This desolate mountain wilderness is eerily gloomy. It is a small matter if my reputation is tarnished, but it is a big deal if this scholar loses his life!"

"Did you hear that?"

Lin Yu turned to look at Ning Caichen not far away and said with a smile, "Although the man surnamed Yan looks fierce, he is actually kind-hearted and is definitely not the evil person you imagine."

Ning Caichen smiled wryly and said, "Brother, you are absolutely right. I was just judging people by their appearance."

Lin Yu walked up to Ning Caichen and said with a smile, "Lanruo Temple is not a safe place. If you, a mere scholar, do not wish to lose your life, you would be better off staying by Yan Chixia's side."

"No matter how harsh the words of the man surnamed Yan may be, he will do his best to protect your life when something happens..."

After saying that, he patted Ning Caichen on the shoulder, took a step, and walked towards the temple gate.

Ning Caichen was about to bow and agree when he saw Lin Yu's actions, and was taken aback for a moment before quickly saying:
"Then, brother, you..."

"I have some things to take care of, I'll be back soon."

Lin Yu waved his hand with his back to Ning Caichen and left the temple without looking back.

Ning Caichen turned around somewhat helplessly and looked at Yan Chixia, saying, "Hero Yan, he..."

"Don't worry about him!"

Yan Chixia said with a dark face, "Take care of yourself first!"

After saying that, he ignored Ning Caichen and turned to look at Lin Yu's departing figure with a complicated expression.

Having seen the image of the golden-robed youth before, he guessed that Lin Yu might be the former master of the Xuanyuan Sword, but now it seems that he might also possess the sword spirit of the divine sword itself...

So, who exactly are you?

Yan Chixia frowned slightly, more doubts welling up in his heart.

……

……

Now that Ning Caichen has arrived at Lanruo Temple, the story officially begins.

Lin Yu wasn't interested in the scholar-ghost trope, but he was extremely interested in the female ghost, the tree demon, and the Black Mountain Demon from the underworld.

He had Ning Caichen stay by Yan Chixia's side so that he could take Ning Caichen's place and meet the demons and monsters in the mountains.

With that thought in mind, Lin Yu withdrew his spiritual light, left Lanruo Temple, and stepped into the dense forest shrouded in thick fog outside the temple.

(End of this chapter)