Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 168 This sword is harmful to its master; it will cause the wielder to lose their master, friends, and loved ones.

"Second junior brother, now that we've taken the sword, shouldn't we be leaving?" the young Taoist priest in green robes chuckled.

Wang Yihang looked completely certain:
"I don't plan to take another look. Wushuang City didn't even take a sword of the Cloud Heaven grade before, so this time the Sword Trial Tournament will probably produce a sword of the Immortal Palace grade."

"So what if he can get it? Second Brother won't risk his life to retrieve the sword for me, his senior brother." The young Taoist in green robes took a sip of sword wine.

"Sigh, being your senior brother means being made things difficult by you, and being your junior brother means being made things difficult too. I just want to smash my head against the table and die." Wang Yixing looked utterly despondent.

"If I had known, I would have tried to dissuade Master from coming down the mountain with me no matter what."

"Alright, considering I'm already your senior brother, I won't make things difficult for you." The young Taoist in the green robe acted as if he were a magnanimous person who wouldn't hold a grudge.

A young swordsmith, who is also the current owner of the Famous Sword Manor, leaped onto the stage:

"The fourth grade, the sword of the celestial palace, flew in from beyond the heavens. We humbly request the immortal to bestow this sword upon us!"

Suddenly, a sword rang out, and a sword seemed to fly in from the sky, sweeping straight into the manor. Wherever it passed, lotus flowers bloomed, and a faint lotus fragrance permeated the courtyard.

"It was because I forged this Celestial Palace Sword that I succeeded as the master of the Famous Sword Manor. Perhaps in this lifetime, I can only forge this one sword from beyond the heavens."

Wei Changfeng used a sword-controlling technique to suspend the lotus sword in front of him:
"This sword is named Unstained by Dust. May a peerless young master take it, wield it to roam the world, and ascend to the pinnacle of swordsmanship!"

After he finished speaking, he planted the lotus sword in the ground and leaped off the stage.

Wang Yihang said with great interest:
"Senior brother, this is indeed an excellent sword. Shall I fetch it for you? I have a strange feeling that this sword suits you very well."

Before the young Taoist priest in green robes could speak, a man wielding a sword and wearing a bamboo hat flew onto the stage and said:
"Ye Ding came here to retrieve the sword!"

The surrounding swordsmen had never heard of this name and thought he was just some nobody. Seeing that the heir of Wushuang City was too ashamed to show himself because of his previous defeat, he wanted to take the Immortal Palace Sword away before everyone could react, which caused many swordsmen to leap up.

Before long, everyone's expressions changed repeatedly. This guy named Ye Dingzhi not only had the cultivation of the Free Realm, but his swordsmanship was also exceptionally fierce and chilling. The power of his swordsmanship was probably even slightly better than Song Yan Hui's.

This made it difficult for the swordsmen present to muster any competitive spirit, and at this moment, the completely drunk Baili Dongjun suddenly leaped up and landed on the high platform.

"Baili Dongjun has come to retrieve the sword!"

"You only know a little bit of light-body skills, Xiao Baili?" Wen Hujiu couldn't help but cover his face with his hand, as if he didn't want to embarrass himself as well.

Upon hearing the name and seeing the person, Ye Dingzhi on the stage had a flicker of emotion in his eyes. His expression was no longer as cold and stern as before. He clearly recognized the drunkard as his best friend from childhood and watched as he pulled out the dust-free item from the stage.

Then, he spoke slowly:
"You can't take this celestial sword of the Celestial Palace grade just by talking."

Having said that, he drew his sword and slashed at Baili Dongjun.

"boom!"

Baili Dongjun instinctively parried with his sword, and the force of their collision caused their robes to flutter loudly.

"Uh"

This scene left Wenhujiu stunned.

“Something interesting is about to happen.” Zhuang Buran raised an eyebrow slightly.

Although Wang Yixing, standing to the side, could tell from his "Aura Observation Technique" that Baili Dongjun possessed extraordinary bearing and was definitely not an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts, he was still far inferior to the young Taoist in green robes who had already comprehended the Dao of Heaven and could perceive the changes in the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Senior brother, what did you see?"

"This sword is harmful to its master; it will cause the wielder to lose his master, friends, and loved ones."

After the young Taoist priest in green robes finished speaking, Baili Dongjun on the high platform unleashed his aura. In an instant, his sword aura soared into the sky, causing a sudden change in the celestial phenomena. Clouds and mist gathered and swirled around the sword aura, creating a vortex of clouds in the void.

The swordsmen present were also captivated by the sword's aura, their swords trembling and humming uncontrollably, as if about to be drawn. "I have a sword that can be called peerless."

Baili Dongjun moved with effortless grace, his steps like lotus blossoms, his sword like a swimming dragon, his eyes gleaming with a hazy, unfocused light. He forced Ye Dingzhi, who had initially held the absolute upper hand, to the point where he could only parry, and involuntarily murmured:
"What is meant by being peerless? It is nothing more than that in heaven and earth, in the past and in the future, there will never be another person like him, and there will never be another sword like him."

"If such a person and such a sword were to exist again, they would be surnamed Baili!"

A powerful sword aura, resembling both a dragon's roar and a phoenix's cry, suddenly arose. As Baili Dongjun unleashed his sword strike, Ye Dingzhi struggled to resist but was forced back to the edge of the platform, while the one who unleashed the sword aura remained standing in place.

Wang Yihang was horrified:
"The Western Chu Sword Song, asking the Heavens, is truly the legendary sword technique. There are three sword techniques in the world, and I was fortunate enough to see them. They are the same as the three sword techniques used by this young master Baili, but he used the complete sword moves."

"Fancy and overly slow." The young Taoist priest in the green robe stood up.

"Second Junior Brother, it's time to go."

"What do you mean the wind-up is too slow? This is the 'Western Chu Sword Song,' which can stop the world's most ferocious nine thousand Windbreaker Army soldiers!" Wang Yixing quickly got up and followed.

Ten days later, at Wangcheng Mountain.

Inside a courtyard, a young Taoist priest in a green robe lay lazily under an old peach tree.

At this moment, Zhao Yuzhen and Wang Yixing entered the courtyard.

“Junior brother, you can see from the talisman how badly I was tormented before. If it weren’t for the young master of the Baili family using the ‘Western Chu Sword Song’ which accidentally exposed the news that the Confucian Immortal was not dead.”

"I'm afraid there will be more swordsmen coming to Wangcheng Mountain to challenge me than pilgrims, and they will all specifically ask me to duel with them."

"Even so, my reputation has been completely ruined. In the martial arts world, when people talk about Wang Yixing of Wangcheng Mountain, they always mention him as an eight-fight swordsman or a twelve-fight swordsman."

Wang Yihang became increasingly distressed as he spoke, glancing sideways at the young Taoist priest in green robes who appeared to be fast asleep:
"I don't even dare to say my name is Wang Yihang now, for fear that others will say, 'So you are the Eight-Dou Swordsman who is like an eternal night.'"

"Brother, look what you've done to our senior brother."

Zhao Yuzhen sighed:

"Master just received a message from Mr. Li of the school, asking for your help."

"Junior Brother Yuzhen, I am now your senior brother, don't get it wrong." Zhuang Buran raised his eyelids:
"As for the matter of sending a message, could it be that they specifically want the Eight Swordsmen to secretly help Baili Dongjun enroll in the academy?"

Zhao Yuzhen said with a hint of helplessness:
"That's right. Mr. Li wants to take Baili Dongjun as his last disciple, so he wants to ask Wangcheng Mountain for help."

"You two came looking for me, surely there's something to do with me here?" The young Taoist priest in the green robe closed his eyes.

"Mr. Li said that the Yellow Millet Little Immortal hidden in Wangcheng Mountain is very interesting. He can make a person famous all over the world with just a few words. He is much more powerful than the Martial Arts Ranking of Baixiaotang. He said that with him in the school's big exam, it will definitely be more interesting." Zhao Yuzhen stopped talking after saying this.

"So, Master is planning to send me down the mountain again?" the young Taoist priest in green robes said quietly.

"Sigh, I don't want to go down the mountain either," Wang Yihang sighed.
“I almost knelt down in front of my master and begged him not to let you go to Tianqi City.”

"Alright, too much stillness breeds restlessness. I also want to go see Mr. Li, who calls himself a banished immortal." The young Taoist priest in the green robe lazily rose to his feet.
"If we don't go to see him now, I'm afraid we'll never see him again."

"Senior brother, what did you foresee this time?" Wang Yixing asked, slightly surprised.

“Junior Brother Yuzhen, did you hear that? I am now the senior brother. Be careful how you address me from now on.”

After speaking to Zhao Yuzhen, the young Taoist priest in the green robe looked at Wang Yihang:
"Second Junior Brother, you're in for a bloody disaster this time you go down the mountain. Remember to stay away from me then, so you don't drag me down with you."

Wang Yixing: "."

(End of this chapter)