Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 167 If the heavens had not given birth to my king, the way of the sword would have been shrouded in eternal darkness!
Upon hearing this, everyone present was first startled, then looked at the young Taoist priest in green robes on the second floor, and then at the young Taoist priest carrying a peach wood sword on the high platform.

"Uncle, are the Taoist priests of Wangcheng Mountain really that arrogant and domineering?" Baili Dongjun asked, somewhat dazed.

"The current leader of the Dao is Lü Suzhen, and his eldest disciple will most likely be the next leader of the Daoist sect. It's understandable that he has such ambitions." A strange look appeared on Wen Hujiu's face.

"How strange! The Taoist priests of Wangcheng Mountain who used to travel the world were always humble and polite, and they were calm and composed in dealing with people. I never expected that Master Lü's eldest disciple would be so unruly."

Wang Yixing stood there sighing repeatedly, unsure whether to speak or remain silent.

The young Taoist priest in green robes said in a clear voice:

"Everyone, my senior brother keeps sighing because the three people on the stage are no match for him; they're utterly useless."

"Those who want to seize the Fire God Sword, those who want to duel with top swordsmen, come forward! Today, my senior brother will take on ten of you at once."

"Arrogant. Others may fear you, Wangcheng Mountain, but I, Luo Cheng of the Tianshan Sect, am not afraid. I'd like to see how well you've mastered the 'Boundless Sword Technique'."

"I am coming too."

"Count me in, let's teach this stinky Taoist priest a lesson."

After the seven men leaped up one after another, they faced off against the young Taoist carrying a peach wood sword and the other three men.

Immediately, the helpless look on Wang Yixing's face gradually disappeared. No matter what, he couldn't let down the prestige of his own Wangcheng Mountain. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he formed a sword incantation.

The peach wood swords, crafted using Taoist secret methods by the Wangcheng Mountain lineage, automatically unsheathed themselves, then formed an array around them, and using the Taoist method of separating and combining light, they transformed into three hundred peach wood swords that were as solid as physical objects.

Baili Dongjun, who had been drinking sword wine, suddenly shook his head and opened his eyes wide:

"The sword can fly on its own and split into so many swords, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"One success and one failure is called a calamity. Before this world, there have been countless calamities. This is the 'Boundless Sword Technique'."

Warming the wine pot, I sighed softly:
"It is a Taoist sword technique, which is both a sword technique and contains Taoist principles. At such a young age, to have mastered the 'Boundless Sword Technique' is no wonder that he is so arrogant."

On the high platform, everyone used their best sword techniques to fight back, but the most people could kill was only twenty or thirty peach wood swords before they were blasted off the platform.

"Boundless sword, boundless eons, those who enter this eon will never be able to escape, life after life."

“My senior brother is kind-hearted and believes that weaklings have no right to die by his sword.”

The young Taoist priest in green robes spoke leisurely:
"Wushuang City is known for its unparalleled swordsmanship, saber skills, and internal energy cultivation, which has led people in the martial arts world to respect it as the number one martial arts city in the world."

"Given such a reputation, why have you been standing by and watching the whole time? Are you perhaps afraid that my senior brother might accidentally kill the current successor of the Peerless City?"

"How dare you, Song Yanhui from Wushuang City, come here to learn the superb swordsmanship of Wangcheng Mountain."

A young man wielding a sword flew up to Wang Yihang.

"What a natural sword prodigy! An ordinary person would need to practice a superior sword technique dozens of times, but you only need to watch it a few times to grasp its essence."

The young Taoist priest in the green robe changed the subject:
"Unfortunately, a sword embryo is still just a sword embryo; it has not yet been honed to the sharpness that a swordsman should possess!"

"It seems that the current generation of Wushuang City's successors still cannot bring Wushuang City back to its former glory. You should know that the reason why Wushuang City has the title of the number one martial city in the world is entirely due to the incomparably powerful Wushuang Sword Box."

Feeling slightly tipsy, Baili Dongjun couldn't help but ask:

"Uncle, I only know that Wushuang City has a great reputation in the martial arts world, but what is the Wushuang Sword Box?"

"The most exquisite swordsmanship of our time. The sword case contains thirteen famous swords, each with its own unique style, making them impossible to defend against. One of these swords ranks second among the ten most famous swords in the world." Wen Hujiu said with a playful expression.

"Unfortunately, in the last hundred years, Wushuang City has become increasingly disappointing, and to this day no one has been able to open the box and reproduce the once world-renowned sword control technique."

"Then how could this young Taoist priest see through someone's true nature at a glance?" Baili Dongjun asked curiously. Wen Hujiu glanced at the young Taoist priest in the green robe, but found that he had no cultivation level whatsoever, and said uncertainly:
"It should be the 'Qi Observation Technique' passed down from generation to generation in Wangcheng Mountain. When you see a person, you first see their aura, and then their form."

On the high platform, Wang Yixing made a sword incantation with his hands, and hundreds of peach wood swords spun around, completely surrounding Song Yanhui.

Song Yan Hui, living up to his innate talent for swordsmanship, unleashed a single sword strike, and the overwhelming sword energy shredded most of the peach wood sword.

The peach wood swords spun around, and the number of swords returned to three hundred. Since they were named "Boundless," they naturally possessed boundless sword power before the user's true energy was insufficient.

Although Song Yanhui and Wang Yixing were both in the Free Realm, and the internal energy cultivation methods inherited by Wushuang City were no weaker than those of Wangcheng Mountain, one practiced the peerless sword technique of using boundless power to break ten thousand laws and using one sword to break ten thousand swords, while the other practiced the extremely superior sword technique of Wushuang City. Neither of them could match the Wushuang Sword Box.

Therefore, after the two fought for forty or fifty rounds, Song Yan was defeated and fell off the stage.

"Alas, my senior brother is still too kind-hearted. In order to witness the power of the Peerless Sword Box, he once again showed mercy."

Zhuang Buran said with a sigh:
"If Heaven had not given birth to my king, the way of the sword would have remained in eternal darkness!"

Suddenly, the courtyard fell into an unusual silence, and countless people stared at the young Taoist priest in the green robe with puzzled looks.

He began to doubt whether the words spoken earlier were actually spoken by the sword-wielding Taoist priest on the stage, because with his limited mastery of the "Boundless Sword Technique," he was hardly worthy of such boastful and arrogant words.

If it were Li Changsheng, the number one swordsman in the world, it would be more likely. Previously, five top swordsmen from the Southern Sect, all at the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, came to the Northern Sect, intending to wear Li Changsheng down with a series of attacks.

The headmaster of Jixia Academy, the number one academy in the world, cut their swords in half with a single sword stroke. It was clearly a snowy winter day, yet the sword intent he unleashed was extremely warm, and the ice and snow melted wherever the sword passed.

From then on, Nan Jue never dared to speak of swordsmanship in front of Bei Li again, and mostly began to focus on practicing saber techniques.

In the martial arts world, there is a Hundred Knowledge Hall that assesses the strongest people in the world. As the saying goes, once the storms of the martial arts world have subsided, the Golden List will determine the martial arts reputation. There are three lists: the Hundred Weapons List, the Fine Jade List, and the Unrivaled List.

The most eye-catching is the "Top Scholar List," which means "unrivaled in the world." There are ten people on the list, divided into four categories: First Class, Second Class, Third Class, and Fourth Class.

Li Changsheng topped the martial arts ranking that year, but he tore it up, saying that a ranking of the mortal world could not possibly judge a banished immortal. As a result, the three rankings were suspended for a long time and have not been reopened to this day.

In everyone's eyes, only such a peerless figure could be worthy of the words spoken by this young Taoist priest. And seeing the rather strange expression on the sword-bearing Taoist priest's face on the stage, they became even more suspicious.

"Why are you all looking at me like this? I'm just a lowly Taoist priest who knows nothing and has no martial arts skills!"

"These words were written by my senior brother and asked me to say them at the Sword Testing Tournament, so that I could be a true judge of all swordsmen in the world."

The young Taoist priest in the green robe looked completely innocent.
"He bluntly stated that the swordsmanship of the world is of one dou (a unit of dry measure), and my king and his party alone possess eight dou, while from ancient times to the present, they have shared two dou."

"I previously thought that my senior brother was too arrogant and lacked the humility, modesty and indifference of our Taoist sect, but after meeting him today, I found that he was too humble."

"It is clear that the swordsmanship of the world is based on one dou (a unit of dry measure), but my senior brother has twelve dou. You swordsmen owe my senior brother two dou."

"Stop talking, stop talking, you're my senior brother!"

Wang Yihang couldn't bear it any longer, fearing that if one of his junior brothers continued, he might end up walking into the Famous Sword Manor upright and being carried out of it horizontally, and then face the pursuit of sword practitioners from Beili in the future.

In the end, he ended up in the same situation as his junior brother, trapped on Wangcheng Mountain.

He took the Vulcan sword stuck in the ground and repeatedly clasped his hands in a salute:

"My junior brother is always fond of fooling around, please don't take offense, he's just joking."

Having said that, he leaped up and appeared beside the young Taoist priest in the green robe:
"I give up, I give up. From now on, you are the senior brother and I am your junior brother. My small body really can't withstand the words you said. Please let your junior brother off the hook."

Wenhu Jiu, who was standing nearby, obviously heard this and couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking that Wangcheng Mountain had produced a little Taoist priest who didn't follow the usual path.

Judging from his age and the fact that he didn't practice martial arts, I immediately thought of the Little Immortal Huangliang who had just gained some fame in the martial arts world in the last year or two.

(End of this chapter)