Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 59 Eliminating the Three Evils (Seeking first subscription~)

Back to Aoba Peak.

After a short while of adjusting his breathing and calming his mind, Song Yan immersed his consciousness into the Yin-Yang Realm.

At a glance, the small sword that the nascent Dao Heart had transformed into had returned to the Sword Dao Seed.

The original flying sword "Inner Demon" has undergone a tremendous change.

The hilt of the sword was still as black as ink, but white lines appeared on it.

Scattered waves of dark flame still flickered around the hilt of the sword.

There was no obvious guard between the hilt and the blade; only a white aura stood out against the dark background.

The sword's blackness dissipated, revealing its flawless white surface.

Whether it was due to the reflection of black and white in the Yin-Yang realm, a faint white light was now emanating from the sword.

"What a sword!"

Even though Song Yan didn't know much about flying swords, the sword's appearance and texture alone were enough to make him admire it from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe it's because I'm inexperienced.

But this sword was right in front of him, and it was the best sword Song Yan had ever seen.

He manipulated his divine sense, took a few steps forward, and his divine sense, transformed into a body, reached out to touch the hilt of the flying sword.

The moment my divine sense touched the flying sword.

Changes occur suddenly.

The scattered black flames around the sword hilt, along with the white spiritual light within the dark hilt, surged towards him from his fingertips!
A sharp pain erupted from the depths of his soul, his consciousness trembled, and his mind began to blur.

"Uh……"

With a muffled groan, everything before his eyes began to blur.

In his final moments of consciousness, the black and white worlds within the Yin-Yang Realm shifted and changed...

……

……

It hurts……

Head hurts……

I feel like my head is going to split open.

hum-

Despite the discomfort of tinnitus, he managed to open one eye.

Once the discomfort subsided somewhat, he slowly opened his other eye.

What kind of place is this...?

Looking around, one sees rural farmland, mud-brick and stone walls.

He was delirious and staggered forward.

He encountered pedestrians on the road and wanted to go up and ask them questions, but the villagers in the village avoided him as if he were a demon.

The whispers around him filled his head, making his already confused mind even more chaotic.

"Who will that Zhou brat cause trouble for today?"

"Stop making a sound and close the door right now!"

"..."

a moment.

Like a ghost returning to life, his mind returned to normal.

This is Xianyang Township, Xingyi Prefecture, Jin State.

His name was Zhou Ziyin.

……

Zhou Ziyin lost his father at a young age, and his mother, grieving, fell ill and passed away before she could properly raise him.

The villagers pitied his loneliness and indulged him, but he then became willful and reckless.

By day he rides his horse wildly, trampling the seedlings; by night he gets drunk and smashes up restaurants; the villagers dare not speak out against him.

He was born with superhuman strength; before he even reached adulthood, his physical prowess was already extraordinary. Furthermore, he neglected moral conduct, was fierce and domineering, and acted impulsively.

Just then, a white-browed tiger was devouring people and livestock in Yangshan to the south, and a vicious dragon was capsizing a boat and drowning fishermen in the Jiangchi to the north.

The people suffered terribly, so they simply compared Zhou Ziyin to fierce tigers and evil dragons...

"Three Evils".

……

On this day, Zhou Ziyin was carrying a wine jar and staggering through the market when he saw an old man lying on a street corner, weeping.

A surge of anger welled up inside him, and he kicked over the wine jar, which landed next to the old man: "What are you doing, old man, wailing like that?!"

"Noisy and disorderly, not a moment's peace!" The old man stammered in fear, "The white-browed tiger of Nanshan devoured two more people last night, and my only son is dead without a complete corpse..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ziyin burst into loud laughter: "It's nothing but a beast! I'll take its head tomorrow!"

The next morning, before the fog had lifted, Zhou Ziyin took his sword and went into the mountains.

The tiger roared fiercely, its sound shaking the mountains and forests, rustling the pine needles.

The white-browed tiger pounced down from the cliff top, its sharp claws carrying a stench, as it lunged at him.

The tiger's claws tore half of his sleeves, leaving three deep wounds.

Zhou Ziyin didn't care at all. He immediately turned around and threw the short knife, the blade piercing the tiger's eye.

"Ow—"

The beast roared in pain, and in the midst of the tumbling, he leaped onto the tiger's back, his iron fists raining down like raindrops, actually smashing the tiger's skull.

He dragged the white-browed tiger's carcass down the mountain and back to his village, where passersby and villagers were all astonished.

"He actually..."

"With one of the three evils gone, it's a good thing no matter what!"

The villagers were talking, but Zhou Ziyin paid no attention to them, only finding the noise overwhelming.

He dragged the tiger carcass to the old man, only to find the old man still weeping and wailing.

"You old man! Watch closely!"

He threw the tiger's carcass in front of the old man: "The vicious tiger is gone! What are you crying for?"

He glared angrily at the old man.

The old man continued to weep: "In Xuanchi, Yangjiang, a dragon caused havoc, drowning fishermen and boatmen. My younger brother died without a proper burial..."

Zhou Ziyin sneered, threw down the tiger's carcass, turned and left, heading straight for Xuanchi.

Ordinary people, upon hearing of the evil dragon, felt only terror and sorrow.

Zhou Ziyin, however, was filled with ferocity and was determined to kill him.

On this day, in Xuanchi, Yangjiang, north of Xianyang Township, the river water was foul and the wind was strong. The scales of the evil dragon were as hard as iron, and the boat planks were shattered wherever its tail swept.

Zhou Ziyin, wielding his sword, leaped into the raging torrent and fought the dragon for three days and three nights.

The river water surged and boiled, and villagers on the banks gathered to burn incense. When the turbulent waves subsided, they found no one there. They then began to beat drums and gongs, spreading the news far and wide.
"The three evils have been completely eradicated!"

Who would have thought that Zhou Ziyin and the evil dragon would fight for three days and three nights in the Xuanchi River, and finally Zhou Ziyin beheaded it.

After three days of fierce fighting, Zhou Ziyin felt only hunger in his stomach.

With no food to eat, they used a knife to skin and dismember the evil dragon, then ate its flesh raw.

The flesh and blood were warm and comforting, and I had a hearty meal.

He found an ancient sword inside the belly of the evil dragon.

This ancient sword has accumulated and been imbued with the ferocious aura of a violent dragon over the years, its blade is jet black, appearing as if churning inky clouds.

Zhou Ziyin laughed loudly, looked up at the sky, and rode the dragon's corpse back across the river.

Covered in blood, he dragged the dragon's corpse ashore, only to find the villagers decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, which puzzled him.

Why are all the families already celebrating before I've even returned?
As he entered the village, he heard the cheers abruptly stop, and the villagers fled in panic.

Enraged, he grabbed a villager and demanded, "Why are you so afraid of me?!"

The villager wept in fear, saying, "Everyone in the village is saying that Ziyin has died, and they are celebrating the demise of the three scourges!"

Zhou Ziyin staggered backward, and the ancient sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

He stared at his reflection in the puddle, his hair disheveled and face dirty, his eyes bloodshot. He looked even more ferocious than the tiger in the mountains or the dragon in the river.

"..."

Outside Xianyang Township, there are the tombs of the Three Evils.

Zhou Ziyin sat alone in front of the tomb, with the corpse of the raging dragon beside him.

He casually stuck the ancient sword into the head of the dragon corpse.

"A prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold; a man who repents and reforms becomes a virtuous person."

Suddenly, a wandering chant came from behind.

He turned around and saw the old man in the village weeping!

He was dressed in a black Taoist robe, and he was pouring wine from a wine pot in his hand. Zhou Ziyin found it somewhat dazzling to look directly at him.

The old man's appearance changed, transforming into the appearance of a middle-aged cultivator.

A beam of light flew out from the wine gourd, transforming into a flying sword. He gracefully rose and hovered above the flying sword.

As the ancients said, "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening..."

"Ziyin, are you willing to start over?"

The inspiration for the Flying Sword story comes from the historical anecdote "Zhou Chu Eliminates the Three Evils" and the fan-made story of the legendary orange weapon "Zhen E" in JX3.

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