The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 142 The Sword Master of Huaxi
"Was this just a whim?"

"Is someone plotting against me?"

Hong Yuan gazed in the direction he felt something in, but perhaps because the distance was too great, the feeling was only momentary and immediately vanished.

But he would not doubt his own intuition.

After a moment's thought, Hong Yuan suppressed the idea.

With his two identities, both overt and covert, whether as the leader of the Zhenhai Alliance or the Wanjie Daoist, he offended quite a few powerful forces.

Even if they haven't offended him, it doesn't mean they don't want to scheme against him. Hong Yuan's rise has been too rapid, and perhaps some forces suspect that he possesses great opportunities and have begun to covet them.

Hong Yuan was not afraid of this; on the contrary, he was looking forward to it.

"Could it be the Qingfu organization?"

Hong Yuan stroked his chin, his eyes flashing.

He used the Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet as the Zhenhai Alliance's hidden trump card. In reality, this was not a secret and could be kept hidden from most forces.

Given the vast power of the Qingfu organization, if even one-tenth of its rumored abilities were present, it would be easy to associate it with the Red Lotus Sect corpse puppet that attacked the Vajra Temple.

Here comes the problem.

Why did that corpse puppet appear in the Zhenhai Alliance?

Next, they might connect the leader of the Zhenhai Alliance with the Wanjie Daoist.

Hong Yuan chuckled, pressed down on the horse's back, and galloped off with the clatter of hooves.

Songyang County was still bustling with activity, and the turmoil caused by Wanjie Daoren continued to ferment. Hong Yuan returned to Jingang Temple like a phantom.

Inside the Zen temple, Nan Guyun was practicing his swordsmanship. During his time following Hong Yuan, he had often received guidance, and his swordsmanship had improved rapidly.

The sword strike was like a clear light, sometimes as fast as thunder, as swift as an arc of lightning, and sometimes as gentle as a breeze, yet it also carried a sense of continuous, endless flow.

Hong Yuanli watched from the sidelines, and only after Nan Guyun finished his swordplay did he clap his hands and praise, "Not bad, with your skill level, you are only a hair's breadth away from achieving true mastery."

"senior!"

Nan Guyun quickly sheathed his sword and bowed to Hong Yuan, saying, "I am so grateful for your guidance, senior, that I have made such progress."

"It's all thanks to your talent and superior temperament. If you were a stubborn rock, no one could save you." Hong Yuan remained noncommittal, then smiled and asked, "Is there anything else you haven't taken care of?"

Nan Guyun shook his head.

"Well, let's go then!"

Hong Yuan nodded slightly, but he was heading to Huaxi to visit Sword Master Feng Nanyan.

The two left without even informing Huiming and the other monk. It wasn't until several days later that Huiming discovered the monastery was empty.

But he couldn't breathe a sigh of relief. Thinking of the unbreakable Six Void Force within his body, it felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his heart, and all sorts of distracting thoughts arose.

The Huaxi Sword Sect is located in the southeast of Mingzhou. It is named after the "Huaxi" (Flower Stream), which runs through the mountain gate and has colorful flowers blooming on both banks in all four seasons.

The swordsmanship of the Huaxi School is known for its lightness, speed, and unpredictability, emphasizing "the sword is like a flower shadow, and the person is like a swimming dragon," making it unique in the martial arts world.

Influenced by the Huaxi Sword Sect, sword practice is prevalent here. The closer one gets to the Huaxi Mountain Gate, the more sword-wielding martial artists one will encounter along the way.

When members of the Huaxi Sect travel, they are surrounded by envious glances.

As the current leader of the Huaxi Sword Sect, Nan Guyun's appearance is well-known, but because of his high status, few people dare to talk to him, only casting awe-inspiring glances at him.

Of course, this was only because Hong Yuan used the Mirror World Heart Method to distort reality and illusion, making it impossible for others to observe. Otherwise, if it were known that Daoist Wan Jie had arrived at Huaxi, it would immediately cause a stir among all parties. "Senior, please!"

Nan Guyun led the way, with Hong Yuan following behind at a leisurely pace. A rich fragrance wafted through the air, and ahead flowed a clear stream, its waters gurgling melodiously.

Bathed in the glow of the sunlight, the clear stream resembled a colorful ribbon adorned with flowers, making it extremely dazzling.

Following the stream upstream, large buildings are built against the mountain, with white walls, black tiles, and upturned eaves, blending harmoniously with the surrounding mountains, water, and forests.

Unlike the bustling city center where the Vajra Temple is located, it has a unique tranquility and elegance.

As Hong Yuan looked into the distance, it seemed as if he had pierced through numerous barriers, and he could vaguely sense a sharp aura coming towards him.

His visit to Huaxi was a plan that had been made many days in advance, and Nan Guyun had already informed him of it.

Upon entering the mountain gate and ascending the stone steps, one can see disciples practicing swordsmanship everywhere.

The sword flashed, and the sound of it cutting through the air was incessant.

While these disciples' swordsmanship was full of flaws in Hong Yuan's eyes, they would all be considered exceptional masters in the martial arts world.

Before long, they arrived at a secluded courtyard hidden in a bamboo grove on the back of the mountain.

Hong Yuan's gaze sharpened, and he saw a middle-aged man in a moon-white robe, tall and thin, standing with his hands behind his back on a blue stone, gazing into the distance.

The person stood there, not exuding a fierce aura, but seemingly blending into the surrounding world, the rocks beneath his feet, and the bamboo grove, creating a harmonious whole that gave him an impeccable and natural feeling.

Huaxi Sword Master, Feng Nanyan!

Of the three major sects in Mingzhou, the Huaxi Sword Sect is the newest and has the shallowest foundation.

While the Vajra Temple still has several top experts, Huaxi is almost entirely led by Feng Nanyan, yet it can still stand shoulder to shoulder with the Xuanbing Sect and the Vajra Temple.

This was achieved by one person alone, elevating the Huaxi Sword Sect to a height it should never have reached.

Moreover, it wasn't just Feng Nanyan; the previous sword master of Huaxi, the one who laid the foundation for it, was also such an amazing person.

"Teacher!" Nan Guyun bowed and called out softly.

Feng Nanyan slowly turned around, not even glancing at Nan Guyun. Her gentle and peaceful gaze fell on Hong Yuan, and her clear voice rang out: "I have heard of the name of Daoist Wanjie, but I do not know what you are doing in Huaxi?"

Hong Yuan smiled slightly: "Brother Feng, what do you think is the purpose of my visit?"

Feng Nanyan said calmly, "My Huaxi Sword Sect cannot compare to the solemn and magnificent Vajra Temple. Only the clear spring and the beautiful flowers are worth seeing. But beautiful scenery is everywhere. If Brother Wanjie wants to enjoy the scenery, there is no need to come from afar. After thinking it over, only my swordsmanship is worth mentioning!"

Hong Yuan said, "Brother Feng, would you be willing to offer some guidance?"

"I dare not presume to offer my guidance." Feng Nanyan's gaze was calm as he leisurely said, "Brother Dao, your two actions have shaken the world. The first was a confrontation with the three masters of the Vajra Temple and four experts from the Red Lotus Sect. The second was the immediate killing of the Red Lotus Sect Master and the capture of two envoys..."

"Such a record is something I, Feng, would find difficult to achieve."

Upon hearing this, Nan Guyun's expression immediately changed slightly.

He knew his master well. Although he appeared calm and detached from worldly affairs now, he was a sharp and ruthless man in his youth. With a single sword strike, he could shake the world and cause bloodshed on both the righteous and evil paths.

Now that he has encountered the Daoist Wan Jie, he actually admitted that he is inferior to him?
His mind was in turmoil when Feng Nanyan's next words came out: "Therefore, if we are to make a move, I will only use one sword. If you can withstand this sword, then I will be considered defeated."

Hong Yuan smiled upon hearing this, and with a flick of his sleeves, said, "Brother Feng, please!"

"it is good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Yuan suddenly felt a sharp lightning bolt burst forth from the depths of Feng Nanyan's gentle and calm eyes, tearing through the long night and transforming into a sword light that reached the heavens and the earth, instantly covering the entire world.

(End of this chapter)