Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 163 Existing in this world, solely for one heart.

On Yunhai Square, everyone stared at the corpse of the Poison God, exchanging bewildered glances with slight changes in expression.

With Yu Yangzi severely injured and the Poison God dead, the atmosphere on the entire Yunhai Square suddenly became strange, and the confrontation between the righteous and demonic paths fell into a stalemate.

The demonic cultists are naturally afraid of death, but the many righteous cultivators are also worried that the demonic cultists might launch a desperate counterattack.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a dull thud suddenly startled everyone awake.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, a figure in plain clothes flew out from the dark red mist, followed by a hissing sound.

Zhang Xiaofan inserted the Burning Sword into the ground, and after sliding for more than ten feet, he finally stopped. He then slowly got up and wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, everyone noticed that there were two very obvious footprints on the chest of Zhang Xiaofan's plain clothes, clearly visible.

Clearly, Zhang Xiaofan had suffered some losses and injuries at the hands of Wan Renwang during their previous encounter.

As Zhang Xiaofan was knocked away, the mist formed by the fierce aura finally dissipated, revealing Wan Renwang's figure.

After landing, Wan Renwang's gaze immediately fell on Zhang Xiaofan. He couldn't help but sneer and said.

"My son-in-law has improved quickly; he has managed to hold out against me for so long!"

During his time back from Liubo Mountain, Zhang Xiaofan was under house arrest, but he no longer needed to worry about anything else. Instead, he focused on comprehending the Dao, and naturally, he quickly mastered the sword techniques and Dao methods that he should have at this level, resulting in a rapid increase in his strength.

Zhang Xiaofan's expression remained cold and stern upon hearing this. He simply stared indifferently at Wan Renwang and said in a cold voice.

"Unfortunately, my father-in-law is no longer the same father-in-law he once was."

As he spoke, a mocking glint flashed in Zhang Xiaofan's eyes. The current Wanrenwang was beginning to transform into another person, or rather, another kind of being—

Shura!

It can be said that Wanrenwang is now a half-human, half-Asura being, except that he still retains his consciousness.

Or perhaps it was because Shura was wary of something and dared not forcibly compete with Wanren for control of the physical body, thus turning it into a collaboration between the two.

Ten thousand people accepted the existence of Shura and in doing so, they also gained some of Shura's power.

Upon hearing this, Wan Renwang's expression changed drastically, as if Zhang Xiaofan had struck a nerve. His face contorted into a ferocious expression, and he shouted angrily.

"Shut up! All of this is because of you!"

Wanrenwang's emotions suddenly became agitated, his face twitched wildly, and the left half of his face turned scarlet. In the shadows, a blood-red horn seemed to appear on his left forehead.

A pair of blood-red eyes stared intently at Zhang Xiaofan, and Wan Renwang's eyes flashed with a violent and crazed look as he roared in a low voice.

"If you are willing to join my demonic sect and lend me a hand, why should I seek help from a tiger?"

"You're wrong. The person who forced you to deal with a tiger was never me, but yourself."

Zhang Xiaofan spoke softly, his expression calm, yet his words hit the nail on the head, once again provoking Wanrenwang to the brink of madness. But soon, Wanrenwang seemed to realize something, quickly taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. A chilling smile appeared on his half-human, half-ghost face as he coldly spoke.

"Heh heh, the victor is king, the loser is villain. Today, I will prove to the world that I am right, and that I am the hope for the rise of the Holy Church!"

As soon as Wan Renwang finished speaking, his aura surged even more, causing even Dao Xuan Zhenren's expression to change slightly.

The current Wanrenwang is not much weaker than he was in his prime, but he is now seriously injured. If we want to stop Wanrenwang, we must rely on the power of the Zhuxian Sword.

Thinking of this, Dao Xuan Zhenren's eyes narrowed slightly, and his arm trembled slightly.

Xiao Yicai, who was supporting Dao Xuan Zhenren, immediately noticed the change in his mentor and couldn't help but ask.

"Master, what's wrong? Has your injury worsened?"

Dao Xuan Zhenren simply raised his hand and waved it, then gently pushed Xiao Yicai away.

After regaining his footing somewhat awkwardly, Dao Xuan Zhenren turned to look at the Yuqing Hall behind him. This ancient hall has been passed down for two thousand years.

Since the founding of the Qingyun Sect, this main hall has stood here, enduring two thousand years of wind and rain without collapsing.

This silent ancient hall has seen off generation after generation of Qingyun Sect members, generation after generation of prodigies, and generation after generation of Qingyun Sect leaders.

The world is ever-changing, and all things are subject to birth and death. Among all the sects, only Qingyun Sect has stood for two thousand years.

Dao Xuan Zhenren knew what it would mean if he picked up that sword: perhaps it would mean utter destruction, perhaps it would mean ruining his reputation in his later years, perhaps...

There are no so many possibilities in this world. Dao Xuan Zhenren only knows that as long as he is still standing, this ancient palace will never collapse, and Qingyun Sect will always be the protector of the righteous path!
"Master, I understand!"

Inside the main hall, when Daoist Cangsong looked at Daoist Xuanzhen's resolute eyes, which even carried a hint of death in them, he was suddenly shaken, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Cangsong Daoren had always believed that his former senior brother had been completely changed during that upheaval.

But today, Daoist Cangsong realized that his senior brother Daoxuan had never changed. He had simply grown up, transforming from a disciple and a senior brother into the head of a sect, in charge of the entire Qingyun.

On his shoulders lay not only his fellow disciples of the Qingyun Sect, but also the entire Qingyun Sect and all living beings under heaven.

Beside the Taoist Cangsong stood an old man in tattered clothes. The old man looked very weathered, but he had a faint aura of sharpness about him, like a long-forgotten divine sword.

At this moment, the old man was also gazing at the statues of the Three Pure Ones deep in the main hall, his eyes showing a mixture of bewilderment and relief.

A true man, born into this world, should have things he will do and things he will not do!

Some people strive for fame and recognition before and after their death, while others do not seek fame or fortune, but only for their own sake!
Whether I live or die, I only ask to have a clear conscience.

"Master, if there is an afterlife, I wish to become your disciple again and serve you tea with my own hands!"

A sharp light gleamed in the old man's eyes, and at the same time, the sword energy contained within his body slowly spread out, sweeping through the ancient hall.

As the sword energy surged within the old man's body, the sword that had been wrapped in coarse cloth behind him revealed its true form—it was a stone sword.

(End of this chapter)