All-People Game: As a Sword Cultivator, All I Can Do is Fly with a Sword

Li Jin felt like a ghost, floating in mid-air, with no solid ground beneath her feet, only flowing clouds and mist.

This perspective is amazing, like watching a holographic immersive movie, but he can't interfere, he can only watch from the sidelines.

In front of the thatched hut below, the young Taoist slowly opened his eyes.

He wasn't particularly striking in appearance; he was the type who would blend into a crowd and go unnoticed. But his eyes were exceptionally deep, as if they held two bottomless ancient wells.

"The Taoist of Green Pine?"

Li Jin silently recited the name in her heart.

He went back to the past.

Through the book "The Notes of Qingsong Daoren", he saw Qingsong Mountain a thousand years ago.

So, is this young Taoist sitting on the rock in meditation the same as the Green Pine Taoist from a thousand years ago?

According to the official brochure of Qingsong Temple, there is only one patriarch, who is the sword master from 500 years ago enshrined in the main hall.

Although Qingsong Temple claims to have a thousand-year-old tradition, it cannot provide earlier evidence, and there is a gap of several hundred years in world history.

Therefore, there are many doubts from the outside world, and even most martial arts practitioners believe that this is just a gimmick made up by the scenic spot to increase the sense of historical weight.

Even that old man Xuan Chengzi, when he usually boasts, only dares to start by bragging about his ancestor Lin Jinghong.

As for the origin of the name Qingsong Temple, it is believed to be taken from the pine trees that cover the mountain, as a wish for longevity.

But now, Li Jin has seen it with her own eyes.

It turns out that Qingsong Temple really has a history of a thousand years, and this Taoist Qingsong, who looks even younger than himself, may be the true founder of Qingsong Temple.

Just as Li Jin was secretly shocked, Qingsong Daoren stood up and began to practice his martial arts in the courtyard.

No, that cannot be called fists and feet.

His movements were slow, so slow that Li Jin could see every graceful detail of his movements.

He raised his arms as if to embrace the clouds in the sky.

The palm stroking down seemed to soothe the restless earth.

Li Jin was extremely familiar with these movements.

The basic martial art of Qingsong Temple, Fuyun Hand.

Xuan Chengzi is often used for physical exercise. The movements are gentle and slow, not much different from the Tai Chi practiced by old men in the park. It is purely for health preservation.

But at this moment, in the hands of this Taoist priest from a thousand years ago, the movements have taken on a different meaning.

He simply stroked it gently, upwards and outwards.

A strong wind suddenly rose from the ground.

But the wind wasn't blowing randomly; it was rotating and condensing along the trajectory of the Taoist's palm.

The clouds in the sky were drawn by an invisible force, and a few strands actually fell down, like white ribbons, wrapping around the Taoist's fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble violently.

Click.

The ground in front of the thatched hut was cracked with alarming fissures.

Those ancient pines, which required several people to encircle, groaned under the weight, their trunks shaking violently, their thick roots slowly being pulled from the soil.

The Cloud-Soothing Hand really can sway the clouds!

Li Jin's consciousness fluctuated violently in mid-air, and a monstrous wave surged in her heart.

He recalled Xuan Chengzi's discourse on the realm of martial arts.

What about the "Mastery of Internal Energy" or the "Grandmaster Realm"?

Compared to the Taoist priest in front of me, it's like comparing a kindergarten child's doodle to a masterpiece.

He finally began to understand why the ancients deified powerful warriors as immortals.

If the mortals down the mountain saw this, they would surely kneel down and shout that a god had descended to earth.

After completing a set of Cloud-Soothing Hands techniques, Daoist Qingsong slowly finished his practice.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his breathing perfectly steady.

But soon, his gaze seemed to pierce through the barrier of space, looking towards the direction of the mountain gate, and he spoke in an extremely calm tone.

"Since the guests have arrived, why hide them?"

The sound echoed clearly throughout the entire mountain forest.

A dark shadow shot straight in from the mountain gate, landing silently in the center of the courtyard without any aid.

The newcomer was dressed in a magnificent black robe embroidered with patterns of the sun, moon, and stars in gold thread. His face was pale, his lips were crimson, and his eyes held an arrogant and condescending look.

Li Jin was even more shocked.

This is not a martial artist's light-footed skill, nor is it some kind of gliding by using leverage.

A martial artist's lightness skill, whether it's walking on snow without leaving a trace or gliding by using leverage, requires a point of leverage and follows the most basic physical rules.

The person before him was truly flying through the air, just like in his dream.

This person must be a cultivator!

"You rustic bumpkin, your senses are quite sharp." The man in black robes stood with his hands behind his back, scrutinizing the Taoist Qingsong with a contemptuous smile.

"Your martial arts skills are considered to be at their peak in this mortal world. Unfortunately, they are ultimately mortal methods, and it is difficult for you to comprehend the Great Dao."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of charity: "I am the Fire Envoy of the Five Elements Longevity Sect. Today, seeing that you have some talent, I have come to give you an immense opportunity."

"Abandon your crude martial arts, join my sect, and follow me to cultivate the true path to immortality. With your talent, you may be able to establish your foundation within a hundred years, thus transcending the mortal realm and doubling your lifespan."

The Taoist Qingsong listened quietly, his face expressionless, showing neither flattery nor anger.

He simply asked, "And then?"

"And then?" The Fire Envoy seemed to have heard something amusing. "Then you will become a member of my sect, serving us by collecting living souls, crafting magical artifacts, and assisting the Holy Lord in ruling the land and establishing an unparalleled immortal kingdom!"

Collect living souls?

Li Jin frowned slightly; it sounded like a demonic sorcerer.

Upon hearing this, the Taoist Qingsong refused with utmost decisiveness.

"Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together."

The Fire Envoy's face darkened, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"How ungrateful!"

Before he finished speaking, he made a complicated hand seal and muttered incantations.

Boom!

The clear sky turned dark, and dark clouds gathered out of nowhere. Several bolts of purple lightning, as thick as buckets, tore through the sky and struck down towards Qingsong Daoren with a destructive aura.

The power emanating from these bolts of lightning was so great that not only would a person be reduced to ashes, but even a small hill would be pulverized.

However, faced with this overwhelming divine might, Daoist Qingsong simply stood there, letting the terrifying lightning strike.

As the purple lightning was about to strike his head, a pale blue light curtain, as thin as a cicada's wing, silently appeared around him.

The violent lightning, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, struck that seemingly fragile light barrier and vanished instantly, like a mud ox entering the sea.

The Fire Envoy was greatly alarmed and slammed his other hand down on the ground.

The ground turned crimson, and several scorching pillars of magma shot into the sky, intertwining to form a massive net of flames that completely enveloped Qingsong Daoren.

Yet, the Green Pine Taoist, who was at the center of the flames, remained calm and composed.

The flames, powerful enough to melt gold and iron, automatically parted to the sides when they came within three feet of his body, not even managing to touch the hem of his clothes.

The Fire Department envoy was completely dumbfounded.

He looked at the figure strolling leisurely amidst the thunder and fire, his arrogance and contempt completely gone, replaced by endless terror and disbelief.

"Immune to heavenly lightning and impervious to earthly fire, you have reached the divine realm of martial arts!"

The smoke and dust cleared, and the thunder and fire subsided.

Qingsong Daoren brushed off non-existent dust from his shoulders.

He raised his head and looked at the Fire Envoy, who was already pale with fright, his clear eyes filled with obvious joy.

"ha."

"You bunch of flying creatures are getting weaker and weaker."