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Chapter 132 Joining the Immortal Realm? The Recruitment Plan!
"Qu Jiuniang."

Looking at the other person's flustered and confused appearance, Yang An smiled leisurely, "Should I call you by this name, or should I call you Bixia Yuanjun of the Immortal Realm?"

"You really are a reincarnator!" Qu Jiuniang's doubts were temporarily relieved, but she was still very cautious. "I wonder why you came to my Immortal Realm. Do you want to join us?"

When Yang An arrived at the inn, he mentioned the phrase "Six Paths of Reincarnation" during their conversation. Qu Jiuniang thought this was a direct reference to her, indicating that she had already discovered Yang An's identity.

Otherwise, why would I have come all the way to the vast desert and stayed at the inn for a few days?

It's impossible that the other party has taken a liking to her; Qu Jiuniang isn't that narcissistic.

Not long ago, he mysteriously disappeared for a period of time right in front of me, seemingly having just returned from the cycle of reincarnation. With the power of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, even when carrying out a mission, it would only take him a moment in the real world.

It looks like a reincarnation talisman was used.

Qu Jiuniang's thoughts flashed through her mind, and she smiled, "Young master should have heard of my Immortal Traces. It is a well-known and powerful force among many reincarnation organizations, and many reincarnations aspire to join it."

She spoke with some confidence, saying that the immortal 'Lingbao Tianzun' was his Dharma body, and his strength was beyond doubt.

Even in the dangerous Six Paths of Reincarnation, it is enough to save the lives of many reincarnators. Immortal Traces is still searching for a way to break free from the control of the Six Paths and transcend reincarnation, and has done considerable research.

"Join the Immortal Realm?" Yang An remained noncommittal. Why would he, a mere minor Six Paths cultivator, be mingling with the other party?
If anyone's going to join, it'll be Xianji joining his ranks!
“I am indeed quite interested in you. You are quite strong and have even collected some cultivation techniques from Taoist sages.” Yang An chuckled. “However, this is meaningless to me. I just pity you struggling in the cycle of reincarnation and give you a glimmer of hope.”

"Transcending the cycle of reincarnation!"

Qu Jiuniang's heart skipped a beat, but on the surface, she remained composed, smiling and reserved. "What do you mean by transcending reincarnation, young master? Could it be that you have found a way to break free from the control of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation?"

Yang An lightly tapped the table, and Qu Jiuniang, understanding his meaning, presented him with the unique "Bull Demon King" from the real world, along with a pot of turbid wine, for amusement.

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation are more complex than you imagine, and even the Dharma Body is powerless to break free from its constraints." Yang An smiled faintly, his words causing Qu Jiuniang's eyes to dim, but then his tone changed.

“But I can give you a chance to work for me and get rid of your status as reincarnators. What difficulty is there in that?”

As a minor of the Six Paths, Yang An naturally has the authority to recruit and release reincarnators, and can also assign reincarnation tasks. However, all actions require good deeds!
That is, the tasks he assigns and the good deeds he bestows must come from his own pocket.

Recruiting someone to become a reincarnator, or freeing someone from the status of a reincarnator, requires corresponding good deeds, at least of equal value.

Strictly speaking, there is also the control of the Investiture of the Gods, and all those who reincarnate leave behind their true spirits, so it can be said that they will never be free.

However, the marks of the gods also left their imprints. Yang An's will not only influenced the Samsara Seal, but also the concept of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space, which also included the Investiture of the Gods. Releasing the true spirit of the reincarnators was not a difficult task.

“I have remembered what you said, young master, and I will pass it on to the leader of the Immortal Traces.” Qu Jiuniang said. She didn’t believe Yang An’s words nine-tenths, and was only half-believing.

To escape the cycle of reincarnation, one needs 300,000 good deeds, yet no one has achieved this to this day. Other methods are even more unlikely.

However, as long as there is even the slightest possibility, the reincarnators will not let it go. This matter must be reported to 'Lingbao Tianzun' so that the leader of the Immortal Traces can handle it.

"Alright." Yang An nodded, taking the game as a casual move, without getting hung up on it.

If the entire Immortal Traces organization joined his ranks and helped him collect karmic merits, he would quickly become wealthy, which would be far more useful than relying on Meng Qi's team.

If you do good deeds, what's wrong with helping them escape the cycle of reincarnation?

"If you want to find me, go to the Sword Washing Pavilion." Yang An looked up at the sky. His strength had broken through, and it was a good time to test his skills against the renowned number one on the Earth Ranking.

The other party had grasped a sliver of the legend's secret, making it worth the trip.

"Wash Sword Pavilion?"

When Qu Jiuniang looked over, Yang An's figure had already disappeared.

He spread his demon wings and flew through the sky like a black and white silk thread, cutting through the void at an incredible speed.

The Sword Washing Pavilion is located in the northwest region of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Its mountain gate is straight as a sword, soaring into the clouds, containing a kind of magnificent and boundless sword intent, as if cutting off the path to heaven. It is said that the founder of this sect created the Supreme Sword Scripture and established the sect after obtaining the first move of the Seven Swords of Heaven-Slaying, "Slaying the Path to See Me".

"A distinguished guest has arrived; go and greet him."

Inside the Sword Washing Pavilion, Su Wuming opened his eyes and spoke to the disciple before him.

"Distinguished guest? Could it be Senior Yang An who has arrived?" Jiang Zhiwei stopped practicing her sword. Several days had passed since she returned from the cycle of reincarnation, and she had also gained some understanding of the White Emperor Sword Technique and the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

I had already told my master about Yang An's visit.

Su Wuming was also very interested after learning about it.

He observed the sword's selflessness and gained enlightenment, then casually created a Dharma Body-level sword technique.

The platinum sword flower is the most compelling proof. Its ever-flowing, silk-like sword light is truly moving. Su Wuming was deeply immersed in it. If it were him, he could deduce a similar sword technique, but it would be impossible for him to do it so easily.

This is a gap in many aspects, including accumulation, knowledge, and comprehension.

Even a single sword flower possesses a power that inspires fear; even a Dharma Body could not match it.

"Very strong!" Su Wuming commented. After sitting in meditation for ten years, a dormant sword heart gradually became active, eagerly awaiting Yang An's arrival.

Now that Yang An has entered the country, even though they are tens of thousands of miles apart, Su Wuming sensed it and instructed his disciples to go and receive him.

"call out!"

Piercing through the wind and clouds, Yang An descended from the sky.

"Welcome, senior, to the Sword Washing Pavilion!"

The Sword Washing Pavilion displayed a very solemn attitude, with disciples and elders stepping forward one after another, their eyes filled with curiosity. They had all heard that this was the powerful figure who, a few days ago, had killed an old man who cried with a single punch in the Western Regions, punished the wicked and eliminated evil, and massacred bandits and evil forces in several countries.

Now that the other party has come in person to discuss swordsmanship and philosophy with the Master of the Sword Washing Pavilion, how could we miss this opportunity?

"Senior Yang An, please!" Jiang Zhiwei also bowed respectfully, her eyes filled with joy, already eager to witness the two clashing.

Su Wuming waited on a sword-shaped peak. The entire peak had long been flattened by the sect's Dharma body, which was often used for disciples to compete. Now that he was here, it was self-evident.

A gentle breeze swept by, smoothing the clouds. Su Wuming, dressed in a blue robe, stood there, seemingly empty and devoid of anything. A long sword stood before him. He was handsome and had an outstanding presence, but those who saw him would invariably ignore him and focus only on his sword.

The sword is the man, and the man is the sword!
The two are now indistinguishable.

"What a shrewd Su Wuming!"

Yang An looked on with admiration; having practiced swordsmanship to this level, one had already reached a divine level.

No, he is a god, the god of swords, the celestial swordsman Su Wuming!
The number one on the current Earth Ranking emerged from seclusion many years ago. His sword light traversed hundreds of miles, allowing him to ascend to the heavens in one step and enter the Outer Realm. He then ascended to the Outer Realm level every year, reaching the peak of the Outer Realm. He paused briefly on the three Heavenly Ladders and became a half-step Dharma Body in one fell swoop.

After that came many years of silence, sitting quietly for ten years and hardly ever going out.

Nine years ago, he casually stabbed the old man who was crying, which severely injured him and has kept him in this state ever since, until he was able to make a comeback.

However, he was unlucky. He had just made his comeback and was about to take action against his old enemy when he encountered Yang An, who had traveled from another time.

One punch, just one punch, and he was reduced to ashes.

Their ability to shoot on location is so insignificant.

"Still in the nine orifices?"

Compared to Yang An's first impression of Su Wuming, Su Wuming's calm and indifferent eyes flashed with surprise. He had once been fortunate enough to obtain a fragment of the Haotian Mirror, which allowed him to sense others in advance and embark on the legendary path.

From a high vantage point, it offers an almost transcendent perspective, elevating the true spirit to a higher level and pointing directly to the essence of humanity.

Yang An's strength was not concealed, but only Su Wuming could truly see it.

"Nine orifices?" Jiang Zhiwei, who was standing next to her, was stunned. Her mouth was slightly open, and she looked at Yang An beside her. She could hardly tell that this senior's cultivation level was the same as hers.

“A visitor from beyond the Realm of Truth, perhaps a heretic… But so young, yet possessing a body nearly a Dharma Body, I have never seen such a method before.” Su Wuming sighed softly, “Indeed, the myriad realms of the heavens are full of wonders.”

Yang An's divine elephant body naturally deserves the title of Dharma Body, especially after he has undergone the Seven Life-Taking Trials.

Even a Blood Soul Transformation, which is a transformation of an ordinary legend, is inferior to his physical body, and this is especially true in the Dharma Body system, which has relatively weaker numerical values.

The only shortcoming is that it lacks the intertwining of Tao and reason in the Dharma body, where every action is in harmony with the great trend of heaven and earth, and where a world is formed within its body, reflecting the characteristics of the outside world from its own source.

But this does not affect its power; if it were to be crushed by the pressure of heaven and earth, even heaven and earth would be shattered!
In Su Wuming's view, Yang An's blood and energy were almost unimaginable, like a blazing sun, or like a deity descending, pure and holy.

These signs are somewhat similar to the path of 'extraordinary, legendary, and divine' in the myriad worlds he has encountered, with a similar sense of holiness, as if the true form of a god had descended.

But its essence is even more sacred and majestic, seemingly concealing unimaginable power.

Su Wuming's eyes were serious; this was a formidable enemy.

The divine sword rang out, as if excited and impatient.

“We can discuss these later,” Yang An said with a faint smile. “Why don’t you let me test your cultivation level?”

Jiang Zhiwei's skirt swayed slightly as she quickly left the area and observed from the foot of the mountain.

Many elders and seniors of the Sword Washing Pavilion emerged from seclusion. A battle fought by someone at the half-step Dharma Body level is rare in the world, let alone with such solemnity from the Pavilion Master.

"Boom!"

The sky and clouds changed color, and the clouds covering a radius of a thousand miles split in two, with wind and thunder clashing.

The two hadn't moved, yet their mere aura was already so powerful, like the might of heaven.

Within a radius of a thousand miles, there was complete silence; everyone could feel the pressure, their hearts filled with dread, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Until a dazzling sword light rose, illuminating all directions and breaking through the gloom in my heart, all hesitation and wavering were cut off!
'The sword is drawn without regard for self!'

(End of this chapter)