From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 240 The Strongest Sword Technique in the History of Kyushu

In mid-August, the weather was hot.

Dressed in black, Li Sifeng carried a sword as he walked along the mountain path of Qingxiao Mountain. After many years, he felt that Qingxiao Sect had changed again. The disciples he encountered along the way were all unfamiliar faces, and almost no one recognized him, the Hall Master of the Training Hall.

He wasn't disappointed, only curious.

He could clearly sense that the disciples' cultivation levels were much higher than before. If he hadn't grown up in Qingxiao Mountain, he would have doubted that he had gone to the wrong place.

Although he was dressed like a chivalrous knight-errant, he did not attract the attention of the disciples on the mountain, because many martial arts practitioners would come up the mountain on ordinary days.

Unbeknownst to him, Li Sifeng arrived at the martial arts arena halfway up the mountain. At that moment, two people were fighting on the stage, and a hundred or two disciples had gathered below, making it quite lively.

The two combatants were disciples whom Li Sifeng did not recognize. He could sense that both disciples were at the fifth level of the Nourishing Yuan Realm, and one of them was wielding a sword with a domineering offensive.

That person was Jian Du.

Sword Master has been practicing for four years and has already reached the fifth level of the Qi Nourishing Realm. This is even without spending all his time absorbing Qi.

After becoming an apprentice of Jiang Zhaoxia, Jian Du has truly mastered the art. He wants to gain insights into swordsmanship through actual combat, so he has been frequently visiting the martial arts arena recently.

The vast majority of the disciples below the stage came to watch Jian Du's duel. Every generation has its own geniuses and strongmen to admire, and Jian Du is incomparably dazzling among the new generation. No one among his peers can compare to him.

Everyone knew that Jian Du would become an unparalleled powerhouse like Jiang Zhaoxia and Shen Yue; he was just too young.

Li Sifeng's expression quickly turned serious; he realized that Jian Du's swordsmanship was even stronger than his own.

Although he wields the Emperor Xuan Sword, he is not a true sword genius.

Even so, how could he possibly withstand a Qingxiao Sect disciple whose swordsmanship was superior to his?

Most importantly, he saw Jiang Zhaoxia's shadow in Jian Du. This kid's sword moves were just as arrogant and annoying as his third senior brother's when they were young.

Every time this swordsman disciple unleashed a fierce sword move, cheers erupted from the audience, causing Li Sifeng to frown.

The disciples these days are really not steady enough and have no vision. What's so great about idolizing such a genius?
Too much arrogance leads to frustration!
At this moment, his sons Li Shouzhen and Li Shoumin are cheering for Jian Du.

"Brother, Senior Brother Jian Du is so amazing! I want to learn swordsmanship too!" Li Shoumin's face turned red with excitement.

Li Shouzhen nodded, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at the stage.

He also admired Jian Du, but what he wanted was not to become like Jian Du, but to control someone like Jian Du.

Li Sifeng glanced around and saw Li Shouzhen and his companion. The two were only four years old, and no disciple dared to crowd them, making them very conspicuous on the stage.

"If she's so young and already likes a disciple like that, she's probably going to grow up to be a bad person."

Li Sifeng shook his head, then turned and went up the mountain.

He decided to stay in the sect to cultivate and find another opportunity to spar with Jian Du, to hone this arrogant disciple.

He had only taken a few steps when a voice filled with surprise and delight came from behind him.

"Like the wind!"

Li Sifeng turned his head and saw his wife, Pei Miao, walking out of the crowd. She was surrounded by several female disciples, which was why he hadn't seen her earlier.

He was not surprised to see Pei Miao on the mountain, because before he went to the Northern Border, he had specifically asked Pei Miao to return to Qingxiao Sect to take care of his son.

"You're finally back. Why are you alone? Where are the other disciples from the Training Hall?"

Pei Miao approached Li Sifeng and asked excitedly.

Li Sifeng's smile froze as soon as it appeared. He forced a smile and said, "Something unexpected happened. I'll tell you about it when I have the chance later."

“Okay, wait a moment, I’ll go and call Shouzheng and Shoumin over. Our family is finally reunited.” Pei Miao nodded and then turned to find Li Shouzheng and Shoumin.

Upon hearing that his two sons were also there, Li Sifeng suddenly felt uneasy.

Could the two children he just looked down on be his sons?
When he saw Pei Miao leading Li Shouzhen and Li Shoumin towards him, his expression became even more awkward.

It really is!
But then again, these two boys are quite like him; he used to follow Jiang Zhaoxia around when he was little.

……

It's approaching evening.

Inside Lingxiao Courtyard, after Li Sifeng told Li Qingqiu about his ordeal in detail, he lowered his head, filled with guilt and self-reproach, and dared not meet Li Qingqiu's gaze.

Li Qingqiu looked at Li Sifeng and was indeed angry, but he also felt that he couldn't blame him for this, because he never expected to encounter the Ghost King of the Netherworld.

"I already know about this. From now on, you should stay in the sect and practice your skills. After so many years of wandering, you should have had enough excitement for yourself."

Li Qingqiu said expressionlessly, "It's time to curb Li Sifeng's arrogance. If we can lead him to embark on the path of cultivation, that would be even better."

Li Sifeng looked up and said seriously, "Senior Brother, that evil spirit is too powerful. We cannot be careless. Even if you personally take action, you may not be his match. He seems to have known about our Qingxiao Sect for a long time. I am worried that he will head south."

Li Qingqiu snorted, "Since he's so strong, what do you think I should do? Send my disciples to their deaths?"

On his way back, Li Sifeng had already made up his mind. He suggested, "Reduce the number of training missions for the disciples outside, and inform them of this matter so that they can be prepared and at least not caught off guard."

Because he couldn't see the Ghost King of the Netherworld and didn't know about the Ghost King's Blood Mist Technique, he suffered greatly. Even now, when he recalls that battle, he still shudders with fear.

“I will consider it. How about Liu Jing takes charge of the world?” Li Qingqiu changed the subject and asked.

Li Sifeng nodded and said, "Senior brother, you make the decision. After fighting on the battlefield for so many years, I suddenly realized that the world is not as simple as I thought. What I like is the feeling of killing enemies. I don't have the patience to govern the world. I find the trivial matters of managing an army troublesome."

"Go and get some rest." Li Qingqiu planned to leave him out of the room for a while to teach him a lesson.

Li Sifeng wanted to tell his senior brother about what he had gained on the road, but he felt that the matter of the evil spirit was too heavy and his senior brother needed time to digest it, so he would tell him later.

Li Qingqiu watched Li Sifeng leave.

"This kid has had another extraordinary encounter? Who exactly is the true dragon of the mortal world?" Li Qingqiu's eyes were strange, his heart filled with confusion.

Li Sifeng said that the thousand-year-old sword spirit had dissipated, but Li Qingqiu felt that there was another spirit inside his Emperor Xuan Sword, and it was stronger than before.

If he hadn't used his spiritual sense to see that the soul had formed a soul imprint with Li Sifeng, similar to recognizing a master, he would have suspected that Li Sifeng was possessed by a ghost.

Destiny does not determine everything. People with a particular destiny may not be able to fulfill it, and people without a destiny are not necessarily worse off than those with one.

Li Qingqiu shook his head and chuckled, then habitually brought up the Daoist lineage panel to check on today's new disciples.

……

The moon sets and the sun rises.

The news of the return of the Hall Master of the Training Hall caused quite a stir in the sect. Li Sifeng was considered an extraordinary person by the disciples. He occupied the position of Hall Master but was rarely in the sect.

However, some jokingly say that he has truly fulfilled his duties as the head of the Training Hall.

Early morning hours.

Li Sifeng arrived in the courtyard. After a night of merriment, he was full of energy and ready to practice his sword.

He discovered that Li Shouzhen and Li Shoumin had also woken up and were practicing boxing in the corner of the courtyard.

“Shouzheng, Shoumin, what are you practicing? Come here, I will teach you a peerless sword technique,” ​​Li Sifeng said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the two brothers exchanged a glance and then walked over.

Li Sifeng noticed yesterday that the two boys were not close to him, but he was not angry, thinking that there was plenty of time in the future.

Without wasting any words, he immediately began practicing his swordsmanship, using a set of sword techniques he had just learned. He wanted to show off and hoped that his two sons would admire him.

As he began to swing his sword, a powerful gust of wind swept through the air. He deliberately controlled his movements, ensuring that his two sons were not harmed, but he also wanted to let them experience his power.

A strong wind blew Li Shouzhen and Li Shoumin's hair and robes, but the two were not alarmed. Instead, they watched their father practice swordsmanship attentively.

Pei Miao walked out of the house, combing her hair as she looked at the father and son with a gentle smile on her face.

More than power, she hoped her family could live a simple and happy life.

Pei Miao would be happy as long as they lived together.

Seeing that Li Sifeng's sword moves were getting faster and faster, she had no choice but to step forward and pull her two sons back.

After Li Sifeng finished demonstrating his sword technique, he straightened up, gripped his sword in a reverse grip, looked at Li Shouzhen and Li Shoumin, and asked with a smile, "How was it? Was my sword technique impressive?"

Li Shoumin nodded slightly and said, "Not bad."

Li Shouzhen closed his eyes.

Seeing the two boys so calm, Li Sifeng was immediately displeased. He continued, "This is the strongest sword technique in the entire history of the Nine Provinces. It's more than just 'not bad'!"

Pei Miao covered her mouth and chuckled, but didn't say anything, watching the father and son compete with amusement.

Li Shoumin looked at Li Shouzheng and asked, "Brother, have you learned it?"

Li Shouzhen opened his eyes, stepped forward, and asked, "Father, may I borrow your sword?"

Li Sifeng was stunned for a moment, then handed the Emperor Xuan Sword to Li Shouzhen.

As soon as Li Shouzhen received the sword, the Emperor Xuan Sword suddenly emitted a sword light, which made Li Sifeng, Pei Miao, and Li Shoumin blink subconsciously.

"Huh? This kid's not simple!"

A voice rang in Li Sifeng's mind, causing his expression to turn strange.

With his keen eye, he could tell that the Emperor Xuan Sword seemed to be very suitable for Li Shouzhen.

Li Shouzhen closed his eyes and began to swing his sword. His sword moves were not fast, but with each swing, the speed of his sword increased.

Li Sifeng's expression quickly turned serious, and as he looked on, he couldn't help but show a look of shock.

"How can it be……"

A storm raged in Li Sifeng's heart.

Li Shoumin remained calm, because his brother's comprehension was indeed superior to his own. In the words of his senior uncle, his brother's comprehension was among the best in the sect.

“Li Sifeng, your son is an unparalleled genius. I estimate that he will surpass you when he comes of age, no, he may even do so sooner.”

The same voice echoed in Li Sifeng's mind again, its tone equally filled with astonishment.

Li Sifeng looked at Li Shouzhen, somewhat bewildered.

He suddenly felt fortunate.

If he had come back ten years later, wouldn't he have been unable to control this kid?
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