Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Another series of deafening roars followed, and a giant dragon suddenly burst forth from the sword domain, followed by brilliant golden light. Wherever the sword light touched, fragments of debris exploded.

"Oh? Protective internal energy, and all sorts of protective artifacts, you're quite something, kid."

"Mu Tianqi saved my life, but I will have to pay you back sooner or later. I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it in the future."

The Seven Guardians of Mu Tian, ​​which he had obtained from the Jade Emperor, were destroyed. Le Xunyuan was heartbroken. With a formidable enemy at hand, survival was the most important thing. He wiped the crimson from the corner of his mouth and stubbornly stood up.

"You've got quite the nerve. You've used up all your tricks, and my patience has run out. With this final move, I'll make sure you die without regrets."

"Death is the greatest regret of seeking the distant."

"You died from a single move at the third level; your name is now among the world's top masters."

Changri Kunwu raised his sword, his lazy smile fading, his expression becoming solemn, even somewhat devout—a respect a swordsman gives to his opponent, and also to himself.

The third move: With no intention or thought, the sword of certain victory.

Le Xunyuan sheathed the Minghong Blade, his hands clasped together like a full moon.

In an instant, a mysterious power that did not belong to this world appeared out of nowhere in the domain and was then injected into Yue Xunyuan's body.

"What kind of tricks are you up to now, kid? But in the true way of the sword, everything else is just child's play."

"Spiritual Awakening and Clear Insight: Returning to Simplicity in Desperate Circumstances!"

These two martial arts techniques came from the Mysterious Vein Treasure Mirror. After the Celestial Being obtained them from the tomb of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Venerable, he made a copy and gave it to the Martial Lord. Naturally, the Martial Lord taught them to his beloved disciple.

The ability to return to simplicity in dire straits allows one to unleash several times the power when facing imminent danger; it can be understood as temporarily taking a special remedy.

The ability to perceive spiritual energy not only enhances one's physical abilities but also allows one to detect all of an opponent's moves. Combined with Yue Xunyuan's original foundation in the Mingqi Martial Arts Manual, it allows one to absorb a portion of the opponent's attacks for one's own use.

This is a martial art from a celestial book. Even if one were to stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, one could not imagine that one's attack would be absorbed by the opponent.

The greatest secret of the Three Styles and One Realm, and the key to why Chang Rikunwu could not figure it out for so long, was already understood by Le Xunyuan when he listened to the old monk tell stories.

Let go of attachments; only by being free from desires can one attain enlightenment.

Chapter 465 Yue Xunyuan, who is not a movie star, returns to the past.

Chang Ri Kunwu was obsessed with using martial arts to break through the opponent's moves. The more force he exerted each time, the more powerful the god of fame became, and the less he could break through it.

Does Lok Shun-yuen have any obsessions?

He once thought his father had died from a strange illness and was determined to take revenge. However, due to the intervention of the Martial Lord, who took him to the capital, his plan to murder his uncle was stopped.

Later, through the guidance of cultivators and his master's intentional or unintentional hints, Yue Xunyuan came to his senses.

Despite the meticulous treatment by Tian Bugu and others, which lasted for several years, Huan Tianchang still died from the explosion of the accumulated qi from cultivating the Mingqi Martial Scripture.

On his deathbed, Tianchang knelt before Yue Xunyuan and confessed his mistakes.

"Only when my uncle passed away peacefully did I realize that he had known all along what I had done. His peace of mind completely freed me from my inner demons."

Within the Sword Domain, Yue Xunyuan, still a young man, now possessed the demeanor of a grandmaster. With a sweep of his arms, he embraced the sky and the earth, unleashing a torrent of immense power.

This immense force was half absorbed from the convergence of ten thousand swords over a long day, and half came from the ultimate techniques of the Heavenly Book.

As one side gains and the other loses, Ling Jueding's sure-win move unexpectedly showed a flaw for the first time. The cliff-splitting strike fell just three inches from Yue Xunyuan's heart.

Boom!

Sword energy burst forth, raising clouds of dust.

The sword domain left behind at the summit.

A great storm raged on the stone platform. Xuanlong, a peerless god, had been sealed for sixty years and today finally broke free, revealing his unparalleled sharpness.

The moment the sword was drawn, thunder roared, and in an instant, the sword and the saber gleamed brilliantly.

When the light faded, a mouthful of divine light and a mouthful of cliff-cutting light appeared simultaneously before Changri Kunwu's eyes, but Yue Xunyuan had disappeared.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough! Myojin, you were actually drawn by a junior who doesn't even know anything about swords, cough cough cough!"

Changri Kunwu grabbed Mingshen, gripped the sword in his backhand, and thrust it straight into his body from his chest. Instantly, an unparalleled surge of lightning energy coursed through his body, gradually expelling the ghostly energy that had clung to him for centuries.

Immediately, Changri Kunwu gripped the Cliff-Slaying Blade, and the Divine Edge pierced another inch, both weapons entering his body, the sword light blazing into the sky.

"drink!"

With another loud shout from Changri Kunwu, the Ghost Howling Blade that remained within his body was completely forced out, turning into a wisp of ghostly energy and dissipating. Mingshen and Zhanya then burst forth from the sky, and the Sword Prisoner of the Heavenly Barrier roared in unison for a long time.

"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."

With his arrogant poetic style and transformed appearance, Changri Kunwu swept away his aging state and restored his martial arts to their peak. Like a majestic lion descending the mountain, he was about to embark on a new journey.

He grabbed the two magical artifacts and glanced back at the empty stone platform before leaving.

Le Xunyuan had some of his temper, but unfortunately he gave his life for the sword and perished in the Sword Domain at the summit of Lingjue.

"If you brat don't die, I will surely punish you with the title of 'Heavenly Sorrow and Loss.' Next, we will head to the Underworld's Ghost Prison. It's time to avenge that blow from the Heavenly Ghost. As for Ling Jueding, you better live well and fulfill the battle you promised me."

The natural barrier, now devoid of swordsmen, quickly became desolate and deserted. Moreover, with the departure of Changri Kunwu, this vast snowfield and towering mountains seemed to have lost their life, becoming deathly still.

Suddenly, there was a clang.

Chang Rikun thought that the dead Yue Xunyuan had fallen into an even more unfamiliar space.

He got up from the ground and looked around. The four walls were all made of iron, and in the middle was a flat area, only a few dozen feet in circumference, forming a concave valley.

In the secluded valley stood an extremely simple thatched hut, and next to the hut was an open-air iron stove.

The fire in the stove has gone cold.

Perhaps the sound of his fall was too loud, disturbing the people in the thatched hut. Soon, a handsome man with a dejected expression came out, swaying a wine jug.

He looked up at the sky, then at Le Xunyuan, his face full of confusion.

"How could someone just fall from the sky like this? Who are you?"

"My name is Le Xunyuan. May I ask who you are, senior, and where this place is?"

"This is Sword Master Peak, and I am... a blacksmith."

"Sword-Palm Peak? There are many coincidences in this world. Could it be that you are the famous Xuanlong Lingjueding?"

Le Xunyuan asked with a hint of mockery. The man in front of him did not reveal any aura, as if he had no foundation, but he gave Le Xunyuan the feeling that he was unfathomable.

Moreover, his self-proclaimed title of blacksmith inevitably reminded Yue Xunyuan of the Lingjue Peak mentioned by Jian Chan Mi Xin, but that was several hundred years ago. He couldn't possibly break his seal and be transported to several hundred years ago by his Three Styles and One Realm.

Upon hearing Yue Xunyuan's words, the man was clearly extremely surprised. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

"Le Xunyuan, a name I've never heard of before, how do you know I am Ling Jueding?"

This time it was Yue Xunyuan's turn to be surprised: "Ha, it's really true!"

"Ok?"

"If I were to say that I come from sixty years in the future and have broken through your three styles and one realm, I wonder what you would think?"

Ling Jueding was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

“I was tricked by Hong’er and trapped in the Prison of Creation. I thought I would die alone here, but unexpectedly someone fell from the sky and brought news of an old friend. Young man, whether what you say is true or false, I am very comforted. Come, come, let me treat you to a drink.”

Ling Jueding tossed the wine jug in his hand over.

Le Xunyuan took it without any hesitation, tilted his head back and took a sip, then tossed it back to the other person.

"This wine is so light?"

Ling Jueding said self-deprecatingly, "I prefer drinking plain water to alcohol. Perhaps Hong'er was worried that I would be bored, so he left a few jars of liquor here. Over the years, I have cherished this liquor, so I took some spring water and poured it into it, and the taste of the liquor naturally became weak."

Sure enough, a thin stream of water flowed down the towering iron wall, reaching the edge of the furnace before seeping into the ground.

Le Xunyuan pondered to himself, if this person was truly Ling Jueding, then he had used all his strength to break the seal of the God of Name. With a true master in front of him, he could not act rashly.

"I heard that you were tricked by your disciple and fell into the Prison of Creation. What happened?"

In the story that Jian Chan Mi Xin told Chang Ri Kun Wu, there was no mention of why He Shao Hong plotted against Ling Jue Ding. A teacher is like a father, and killing one's teacher is an extremely serious crime. When Le Xun Yuan thought of Luo Hou, he couldn't help but shudder.

Ling Jueding sat down against the cold iron stone, a look of doubt on his face.

"Over the years, I have been reflecting on why Hong'er hates me so much. Unfortunately, I can't find the answer... That year, I brought Hong'er, who had lost his parents, back to the Sword Pavilion. He cried incessantly until the furnace was lit, at which point he stopped crying and started to smile. That's when I decided to pass on my forging skills to him."

He Shaohong, who smiled at the bright furnace fire, was recognized by Ling Jueding as a genius swordsmith, and thus Ling Jueding imparted all his swordsmithing and swordsmanship skills to him.

After reaching adulthood, He Shaohong felt that his swordsmanship had reached its peak. He quietly left the Sword Pavilion and quickly made a name for himself in the martial arts world. He also subdued the sword masters of the four major sword sects and became an unparalleled figure, praised by the martial arts community.

(Don't run away, the author is still updating, are you going to abandon me, my favorites are dropping again~~~)

Chapter 466 Senior, please teach me blacksmithing.

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, He Shaohong faced off against Chang Rikunwu, who had come seeking provocation.

Before they even made a move, their powerful sword energy had already caused the Tianshan Mountains to collapse like a tidal wave, with rocks flying everywhere.

"Make your move."

"My cliff-cutting technique will be tempered even more sharply by your blood, drink!"

The first sword strike was earth-shattering, splitting half of the Tianshan Mountains in two, creating a deep chasm that divided the mountain range in two. The sword energy followed the momentum, causing turmoil within a radius of a hundred miles.

He Shaohong encountered a formidable opponent for the first time, and his arrogance grew even stronger. He then unleashed a sword technique that seemed to transcend time, moving like the sun and moon.

"As expected, it did not disappoint; the swan soars through the darkness, traversing the sun and moon!"

Chang Rikun remained unchanged, his figure rushing forward. The two brushed past each other in an instant, and a moment later, a crisp bang was heard.

The sword in He Shaohong's hand broke, and a spray of blood splattered from his chest.

"Sword, oh sword, have you become dull?"

"No, it's just that your sword is too light."

"I admire you... If it were him, you would complain that it's too heavy."

"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."

Changri Kunwu didn't look at it again and carried Zhanya down Tianshan Mountain.

Upon hearing this, Yue Xunyuan couldn't help but ask, "How did your disciple, who died in the Changri Kunwu incident, manage to plot against you?"

Recalling the past, Ling Jueding still felt sad, then gave a bitter laugh.

"Ha, Hong'er asked a young man from the Tianshan Sword Clan to deliver his broken sword to Guilei Marsh, the place where I used to fish."