Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"No!"

Jian Chan Mi Xin shook his head to stop him: "Young Master Yue, you are not the one who drew the divine weapon."

Who is it?

"Without heart, forge heart, seek heart, have sword but no heart, have heart but no sword, this is called heart sword. Sword Sect, you and Ling Jueding have formed a good relationship with this old monk. Now that the worldly ties are over, I return the sword to you, and I also return the heart to you."

After saying this, the old monk drew two fingers, cut open the flesh of his chest, and pulled out a cold sword that was not stained with blood.

This is a complete sword, forged with countless years of dedication and inspiration, and has long been reborn from the ashes.

"Ahem, it's Zhan Ya!"

As he gripped his old sword again, his hands, worn and aged from years of hard work, trembled slightly. However, when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the sword—white hair, a gaunt face, and an eerie aura—his expression suddenly changed.

"Hmph, he wants to teach me, but I will not do as he wishes! One move, three realms; three moves, one realm. Only a true battle can determine who is superior."

With that, he raised his hand and the cleavage shot out, embedding itself beside the god.

Jian Chan Mi Xin sighed, then stood up and walked outside.

“Young Master Yue, there is trouble at the Earthsea Fortress not far from here, which involves Ye Xiaochai’s family. You might as well go and mediate.”

Where has the master gone?

"This old monk is returning to the Mahayana Lingyun Temple. My worldly ties are severed. I bid farewell here."

Le Xunyuan followed the old monk all the way here, only to hear a story: the story of a swordsman who wanted to convert another swordsman.

The so-called great demon wasn't that scary; it was the old monk who abandoned him halfway through, which was quite irresponsible.

As for the Earthsea Fortress and Ye Xiaochai, Yue Xunyuan recalled the attitude of the people in Tiandu when they talked about Ye Xiaochai. Their relationship seemed to be just so-so, so he was definitely not one of them.

Jian Chan Mi Xin had been out of the Sword Prison and Blade Barrier for a long time, but Yue Xun Yuan was still standing in the same spot.

"You want to draw your sword?"

Xun Yuan really wants to give it a try.

"You don't believe in fate, do you?"

"what."

Le Xunyuan chuckled. If there really was a destiny, why hadn't he been punished for what his uncle had done? Instead, he was living a better and better life.

Chang Rikun's aged and cold eyes were fixed on Yue Xunyuan, as if trying to see what was really going on in the heart of this seemingly refined and polite disciple of a prestigious family.

Le Xunyuan let him look him over.

"Cough cough... You might die."

"If I die here, it only means that I am not skilled enough, not that it is my destiny."

Why do you want to draw your sword?

"There is no reason, it's just that this sword is right in front of me."

"Hahaha! Cough cough cough!"

Chang Rikunwu couldn't help but burst into laughter, followed by another bout of violent coughing.

"As Master said, practice makes perfect. Although Xun Yuan does not understand the way of the sword, he believes that what the senior said is not without reason. The way of the sword and the way of the saber are different but lead to the same goal. Perhaps by learning the way of the sword from Ling Jue Ding, Xun Yuan can comprehend his own way of the saber."

"The kid is not bad... Ling Jueding created three styles and one realm. The three styles are exploration, humility, and certain victory, and the realm is no mind. Cough cough, he just likes to do these kinds of tricks."

Le Xunyuan listened attentively.

"The senior must also have his own signature moves."

"Back then at the Lingyun Temple in Mahayana, I abandoned my sword to create a move, and comprehended the final realm of the Sorrowful Heaven Loss. It was the exact opposite of him, and it was a move with three realms."

"The first move is 'The Loss of Heaven,' but what are the three realms?"

"At the lower level, one can kill ten or a hundred; at the middle level, one can kill ten thousand; at the upper level, one can kill one person."

"Ok?"

Chang Rikunwu suddenly changed the subject: "I have a disciple who is very talented. Given time, he may be able to surpass me. Cough cough, but his goal is not me."

"With such high praise from a senior, your disciple must be no ordinary person."

“If you kill him for me, I will pass on the skill of ‘Chuangtian Ruoshi’ to you. At that time, you will naturally be able to draw the divine sword and become a grandmaster of swordsmanship.”

Le Xunyuan never expected Chang Rikunwu to say such a thing, and the cold light in Chang Rikunwu's eyes proved that he was not joking.

"Kill your senior disciples and take their place? Sorry, Xun Yuan has his own master."

"Cough cough...Then die!"

He turned on her in an instant, and with a flick of his white hair, Changri Kunwu unleashed a burst of killing intent and sword energy, hurtling towards Le Xunyuan.

Le Xunyuan, who had been on guard, brought out the hand that had been behind his back. It was the seventh level of the Ming Qi Martial Scripture, which he had been accumulating power for a long time. The aftereffects of cultivating the Ming Qi Martial Scripture had long been eliminated. At this moment, all that could be seen was the overwhelming true qi protecting his body, which clashed with the sword light.

Bang!

The sword's edge cleaved through the protective aura, and death loomed close in an instant.

In a life-or-death moment, Yue Xunyuan swiftly darted to the foot of the stone platform and pulled out the spirit.

In an instant, an unfathomable power swept over, and the scenery before him suddenly changed. Le Xunyuan fell into an unfamiliar space, a domain formed by sword intent.

"The dragon-horse travels a thousand miles amidst snowflakes, the wind and moon shine ten steps as the heavenly sword sings. Autumn frost cuts through jade, echoing through the long day, the indelible Kunwu inscribed with the clan's name."

In the Sword Domain, a middle-aged swordsman with disheveled hair and an unrestrained demeanor lazily sized up Yue Xunyuan, carrying a long sword.

"Another one sent to their death."

"Cliff Cleaver?"

"You actually recognize my sword, brat?"

"Are you from the Sword Sect?"

"What Sword Sect! My name is Changri Kunwu."

Unexpectedly, the guardian left behind by Ling Jueding among the famous gods was Changri Kunwu.

Le Xunyuan secretly complained that he couldn't even defeat the injured and aged Sword Sect Master, let alone the Changri Kunwu who was in his prime.

Am I really going to die here?

Of course not, let's take a gamble. In a flash, a broadsword appeared in Yue Xunyuan's hand.

At the same time, in the back garden of the isolated castle in Earthsea, a scene of family reunion is unfolding.

Ye Xiaochai's family, who had retired to the Second Forest, were suddenly kidnapped. After several investigations, Ye Xiaochai found his way to the Lonely Castle in the Earth Sea. Unexpectedly, the mistress of the castle, Feng Yuelin, claimed to be Ye Xiaochai's mother and the wife of the Blood Hand Demon Lord, Mantianhong.

Besides his mother, whose identity is difficult to discern, Ye Xiaochai also has a brother named Feng Yue Mo Rong, who bears a striking resemblance to him.

Looking at Feng Yue Mo Rong, who was leaning against the door wiping his sword with an expressionless face, even Ye Xiao Chai, who had become a grandfather, still felt fear and confusion.

Chapter 463 Unexplained Entanglement and Unexplained Missed Opportunities

"I'm sorry, but you weren't the great-grandmother who raised my grandfather."

Seeing Ye Xiaochai at a loss, Hua Feihua awkwardly offered an explanation.

Hua Feihua, along with Wu Jiansheng and Yi Chunhan, were captured and taken to the isolated castle in the sea. Instead of being mistreated, they were treated as honored guests and listened to Feng Yuelin tell stories from long ago every day.

Feng Yuelin's face showed sorrow: "It was that bitch who ruined the relationship between me and your great-grandfather, preventing my son and me from being together! Xiaochai, I will make it up to you."

"Ho."

Ye Xiaochai looked at Feng Yuelin, then at Feng Yue Morong, whose face was full of indifference, and couldn't believe that he had a brother.

"Go somewhere with me."

Feng Yue Mo Rong was the first to leave the isolated castle in the sea, and then crossed a stone bridge built over a deep ravine.

A deep ravine connects to a white river, disappearing into a cluster of mountains.

Misty mountains and rain-soaked peaks rise and fall amidst the rising tides of the river.

Unexpectedly, the residence of the woman who was not allowed to enjoy the beauty of nature was so empty and desolate. Compared with the secluded castle in the sea, which was full of flowers and brocade in all four seasons, it was like two different worlds.

What surprised Ye Xiaochai even more was that a giant stone statue stood on the riverbank. The statue's face looked as if it had been carved with swords, with cold, hard, and rugged lines, yet its features were strikingly similar to his own.

At this moment, a beautiful young girl in red with red hair happily came forward, but upon seeing Ye Xiaochai, she hesitated and stopped.

"The beauty of wind and moon is indispensable, what is this?"

"Ye Xiaochai, the sword fanatic."

"Wow, it's Ye Xiaochai! Why do you look so much like him?"

Feng Yue Mo Rong's tone grew increasingly cold: "Sang Rou, I told you, don't come here again."

"Aren't we friends? Why won't you let me come and visit you?"

Keng! Keng!

A cold blade and a frigid sword were drawn simultaneously.

Sang Rou was taken aback, her eyebrows furrowing in anger: "Feng Yue Mo Rong, have you gone mad!"

"The technique 'Chuangtian Ruoshi' has three realms. When mastered to the lower realm, it can kill ten or a hundred people; when mastered to the middle realm, it can kill ten thousand or a thousand people; when mastered to the upper realm, it can kill one person."

"These are the words of that madman who lives in the Sword Prison and Knife Barrier."

“He’s not crazy, he’s my master. The final stage of the Chuangtian Ruoshi realm is called ‘loss.’ If you want to truly comprehend the upper stage, you have to kill one person.”

"You really want to kill me?"

Sang Rou still couldn't believe it.

"I can kill him first."

Feng Yue Mo Rong turned the misty rain and river tide in his hands and aimed them at Ye Xiao Chai.

"Ye Xiaochai, perhaps you never knew I existed, but Feng Yuemo Rong has lived in your shadow since birth. Ye Xiaochai, this is very unfair."

"Ho?"

It was another unexpected turn of events that puzzled Ye Xiaochai, one that he didn't have time to understand, because swords were already at his feet.

"Let our swords end this injustice, let the smoke and rain of blades leave no trace!"