A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

Faced with this incredibly powerful sword strike imbued with the power of a celestial sword.

The sage of the Zhang family shifted his form, his sleeves fluttering, as if he were an immortal soaring through the air.

A great storm raged in his palm.

An immortal's touch on the head severs one's lifespan.

The dignified aura of the Zhang family sage had already been formed, and suddenly a new energy flowed between the old and new:

"The world changes like the lines on your palm!"

The clay statue behind him then slapped the sword that stood between heaven and earth.

boom.

The imprint of Haoran's palm shattered, and the power of the sword suddenly collapsed.

"kill!"

Ye Yun's voice rang out.

The sword that had shattered suddenly emitted a crimson sword light.

It suddenly stabbed at the clay statue of the Zhang family sage.

break!

The sword pierced through the clay statue, which disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ye Yun couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The old scholar calmly touched his brow, closed his eyes, and said, "Not bad, not bad."

"To be able to break my saintly form is truly remarkable. It seems you haven't truly mastered this weapon."

"May I ask if this sword comes from the celestial realm?"

really.

Ye Yun was surprised. His guess was correct; Zhang Fuyao had come for the Immortal Sword.

"This is my natal flying sword."

"What is the Upper Realm?"

Ye Yun would not reveal the matter of the Immortal Sword.

Zhang Fuyao frowned slightly: "Hahaha, what a natal flying sword."

The little bit of luck you possessed should have died young many years ago, but instead you acquired an innate sword body, laying the foundation for becoming a sword cultivator.

It will even allow you to defy fate and become a terrestrial sword immortal in just a few years. If you don't want to say, I won't force you.

Ye Yun felt as if he were invisible, completely seen through by this first Confucian sage.

However, he heard a key word.

Sword Immortals and Sword Cultivators.

Ye Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, bowed, and said, "Sage, I do not know what a sword immortal or a sword cultivator is."

"You don't need to call me a saint, just call me sir."

"What is a sword cultivator? Actually, this is an ancient thing. It belongs to the Qi cultivator system and focuses on the cultivation of one's natal flying sword and the understanding of the rules of swordsmanship. The flying sword in your body is the key to this."

What is a sword immortal? It's just a title. How many sword immortals are there in the world? When your cultivation reaches that level, naturally someone will call you a sword immortal.

Zhang Fuyao withdrew from her own methods and, like a teacher, answered Ye Yun's questions.

Ye Yun seemed to understand something.

Even sword geniuses as strong as Li Chungang and Deng Tai'a in the snowy world still couldn't nurture their own natal flying sword.

This moment.

Ye Yun seemed to see another possibility.

The Sage of the Zhang Family raised his arm, casually stroking it in mid-air, and instantly a three-foot-long sword light appeared.

The Confucian spirit of righteousness and courage.

The old Confucian scholar seemed lost in thought, sighing, "In the future, when my knowledge reached the heavens, I single-handedly established this golden age of Confucianism. But everything is predestined. When I understood this, I used my Confucian spirit to become the first Confucian sage in the world."

"Who says a scholar cannot wield a sword?"

Looking at the three-foot sword energy in the old man's hand, which was incredibly powerful and even stronger than his Supreme Sword Ruler, Ye Yun felt admiration.

It's unbelievable that a Confucian sage could cultivate the art of swordsmanship to such a profound level.

Ye Yun remained silent, somewhat confused as to what this Zhang family sage was up to.

"What, you're quite confused, aren't you? You thought I came here to kill you?"

Zhang Jiasheng looked at Ye Yun with a calm and composed expression and smiled.

"I thought you were here to warn me, sir, to help Xuanyuan Jingcheng become a saint."

"Hahaha, there are demons causing trouble in the Spring and Autumn Period, trying to take advantage of the chaos to absorb the Confucian fortune. How could I let him succeed? I simply took the Confucian fortune directly."

"I have monopolized this Confucian destiny for eight hundred years, not for immortality, but simply to protect this land."

The voice of the Zhang family sage carried a hint of melancholy. How he wished someone could take his place, how he wished that more Confucian sages could emerge from the Confucian school.

Ye Yun looked at the old man with a strange expression: "So, sir, you want Xuan Yuan Jingcheng to take over your position?"

"Hahaha, kid, you're quite cunning. He's not suitable. The Confucian fortune you offered is nothing more than the Confucian fortune that Cao Changqing gave up."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng is burdened by family ties, and it seems this is the end of his life.

"Since you call me 'sir,' would you be willing to become my disciple and receive my personal instruction?"

The Sage of the Zhang Family smiled and said.

Reveal his true purpose.

Ye Yun was a little confused.

What the hell?

He was made a disciple of the Confucian sage.

Should I abandon swordsmanship and study literature?

"Sir, why did you choose me?"

Ye Yun did not rush to agree or refuse.

To become a direct disciple of the first Confucian sage was the dream of countless Confucian scholars.

"I want you to protect the destiny of this land."

The sage of the Zhang family spoke calmly.

"I?"

"Indeed, based on my observation, the fortune of everyone you kill is absorbed by you."

You possess an innate sword physique; if you don't perish along the way, you will surely become a grandmaster of swordsmanship. Now, you have also nurtured your natal flying sword. Even if Lü Dongxuan were alive, in terms of swordsmanship talent alone, you would be superior.

Zhang Fuyao's words shocked Ye Yun.

That old bastard probably noticed him a long time ago.

Indeed, the longer one lives, the more shrewd one becomes.

"Sir, what will happen if I don't agree?"

Ye Yun asked tentatively.

"You won't agree? Then you'll be trapped in this Moral Forest until one day you can defeat me and escape."

However, what you want to do may have to stop here.

The Zhang family sage is like a mangy dog; they're forcing him to be their personal disciple.

"There are so many exceptionally talented people in the world, such as the King Xianzhi of the East Sea, the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a, the Sword God Li Chungang, and so on. Why not choose them?"

Ye Yun raised his question again, feeling that Zhang Fuyao, this thousand-year-old tortoise, suddenly approaching him and asking him to protect the human world must not be a good thing.

"Wang Xianzhi has walked the path of the ultimate martial artist. His path has reached the pinnacle of humanity. If he does not ascend, it will be difficult for him to advance any further."

As for Deng Tai'a and Li Chungang, the same applies. No matter how high their swordsmanship is, at the very end, they can only fight me to a draw.

But you are different. Luck is mysterious, and only those with the right affinity can possess it. Yet you can actively intercept the luck of others and even transfer it to them, while you yourself do not need luck to cultivate. Your path ahead is limitless.

The Sage of the Zhang family did not hide anything from Ye Yun, revealing all of Ye Yun's biggest secrets.

Ye Yun was utterly shocked. Was this the power of the first Confucian sage?

His unique cultivation system is more like that of a pure martial artist, but he also practices the way of the sword.

"I don't know what the benefits are of becoming an apprentice."

Ye Yun would never do it if there was no benefit for him.

"Hahaha, you really are a profit-driven person. If you promise me that you will protect this world and prevent the celestial beings from fishing for the fortune of the human world, I guarantee that the fortune of this place will not be damaged."

"I will do everything in my power to help you become an unparalleled power capable of protecting this world."

The Sage of the Zhang Family seemed to have seen through Ye Yun's thoughts.

"Sir, I wonder if there are any realms above the Celestial Realm on the Land?"

Ye Yun asked again.

The Sage of the Zhang Family glanced up and said, "Of course there is."

Ye Yun was startled; there were even higher realms beyond the Celestial Realm on the Land.

As expected, this world is not that simple.

Zhang Fuyao was able to capture him so easily, but she might not let him go so easily. If he resisted, it would delay many of his plans.

It's not too bad that the first Confucian sage was my teacher.

It's better to compromise a little and maximize your own interests.

"I have met a sage."

"Hahaha."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Zhang Fuyao laughed heartily and said "good" three times, her joy evident in her words.

Above the celestial realm, the terrestrial realm, and the realm of celestial beings, there are even higher realms.

The so-called number one in the world.

It was no longer his only pursuit.