This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

The boy looked up at him with a puzzled expression, but didn't pay much attention.

Li Daoxuan took a bite of noodles, and the bowl was already more than half empty.

He swallowed the noodles in his mouth, glanced at the longsword resting on the table, and clicked his tongue:

"Tsk tsk tsk... What a fine sword, what a pity..."

The boy looked up again, his brows furrowed.

"You know about swords too?"

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly.

"I know a little, I know a little..."

The boy said somewhat unconvinced:

"Why do you say it's a pity? What's a pity?"

Li Daoxuan paused, put down his chopsticks, and pointed at the boy's swordsmanship:

"Could I take a look?"

The boy handed it over without hesitation.

Li Daoxuan jokingly laughed:

"Aren't you afraid I'll steal it from you?"

The boy smiled confidently.

"You can't take it away..."

Li Daoxuan raised an eyebrow, smiled and nodded, without saying a word.

With a gentle exertion of force, the longsword was drawn half a foot from its sheath.

In an instant, a cold light rushed towards me.

The sharp sword energy was almost bursting out of its sheath, capable of injuring people at any moment.

Li Daoxuan smiled and lightly flicked his finger across the sword.

"What an unparalleled killing power of this spirit sword."

"bite..."

With a crisp clang, all the sword energy quickly receded, as if they had seen some unapproachable being and dared not show themselves.

The boy's expression changed slightly, and the way he looked at Li Daoxuan was different now.

"This person is definitely a master..."

He was already certain that Li Daoxuan must be an extraordinary master, otherwise his sword would never have reacted in such a way.

"What's the name of this sword?"

"Shake the light."

"Yao Guang? One of the seven constellations of the Big Dipper, the Po Jun star which governs the power of killing and warfare, is a very fitting name."

The boy was taken aback by these words and said in surprise:

"Do you know Yao Guang?"

Li Daoxuan nodded slightly.

"I've heard of you. What about you? What's your name?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, then replied:

"Shake the light."

"Oh? Also called Yao Guang? The sword is like the man, and the man is like the sword... Very good."

Li Daoxuan returned the sword to the boy, but sighed.

"Sigh... He's a good kid, a fine sword, but unfortunately, he had a scoundrel as his master..."

The young man's eyes suddenly turned cold, a flash of cold light appeared, and his long sword was drawn, the tip pointing directly at Li Daoxuan. The chilling killing intent made all the diners at the noodle stall tremble with fear, and they hurriedly put down their silver and left.

"You have insulted my teacher; I will kill you..."

Li Daoxuan looked at the child with murderous intent on his face, smiled and shook his head, still showing no mercy in his words.

"Calling your master a scoundrel is being too kind. You, child, may have average talent, but your temperament is excellent. You are a natural-born swordsman."

"But your master, in his eagerness for quick success, led you into the path through killing and life-and-death experiences."

"A perfectly good spirit sword has now been almost turned into a deadly weapon because of your bloodthirsty aura."

"Heaven and hell are separated by a single thought, child, it's time to turn back..."

The young man was startled, never expecting that Li Daoxuan could see through his cultivation path at a glance.

Li Daoxuan was right. Back then, his master didn't have much time to stay by his side, so in order to help him improve his combat power as quickly as possible, he led him to fight his way through one mountain after another.

Although those killed were heinous villains, they were still killed in the end.

If you kill too many people, your heart will naturally become numb, and you will become indifferent to life.

The murderous aura in one's heart will grow stronger and stronger.

After his mentor left, the young man would go out of the mountains every few days to find the damned villains and continue honing his swordsmanship in order to improve his skills.

That's how he developed this terrifying killing intent.

But despite the truth, the kindness of my mentor in imparting knowledge to me is greater than heaven.

A young person will never allow anyone to insult their teacher.

"Dare to say that again, and you'll die..."

His inner energy erupted, and the Yao Guang sword in his hand flashed with cold light as a sword aura flew out into the air without warning.

And unsurprisingly, it fell on Li Daoxuan.

The boy was stunned. He had thought Li Daoxuan was a master, but he didn't expect that the sword strike would be so easy.

But then his expression changed drastically, and Li Daoxuan's figure slowly dissipated like a wisp of green smoke.

"Child, don't rush, the road ahead is still long..."

The young man's expression turned solemn. If such a master wanted to harm him, he would probably have no chance to fight back.

But now he's very curious about who the other person is.

To know about Yao Guang and the stories behind the Big Dipper...

"Could he also be a member of our Daoist sect?"

"He just doesn't look like it... Why doesn't he have a sword? And he doesn't have that ethereal aura like Master..."

The boy had only ever met one person from the Taoist sect, and that was his master.

Therefore, in his view, all the immortals in the Taoist sect should be like his master.

After thinking for a while and still having no clue, I stopped thinking about it.

After leaving the noodle stall, the boy walked towards the inner city.

There is a most luxurious manor there, called Hidden Sword Manor, which is a force that collects famous swords from all over the world for the western branch of the Qingyun Sword Sect.

He is the apparent ruler of Shijian City.

They were also the sworn enemies of the youth.

So he came here today with only one purpose: to kill and take revenge.

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"Such a young age, yet such a murderous aura."

"That girl Jing Shu is really perfunctory in teaching her apprentices..."

Li Daoxuan stayed by the boy's side the whole time, but he concealed his figure and aura with the supernatural power of "flying body and leaving traces", so the boy and the passers-by could not see him.

At the entrance of Hidden Sword Manor, the young man stood still, looking up at the majestic gate, his eyes gradually turning red.

"Who comes here? Do you have a visiting card?"

The guards at the entrance of the manor saw the boy stop at the gate and went up to question him.

The boy gripped the sword hilt, and the longsword slowly came out of its sheath.

The guards were shocked at the sight and were about to cry out when a cold light flashed past.

Immediately following a loud crash, the plaque of Hidden Sword Manor was split in two and fell to the ground.

"This... is my visiting card."

The boy spoke calmly, but beneath that calm tone lay a raging, turbulent hatred.

"Go tell Ren Jianhao that Yan Cangfeng from the Yan family's sword-making workshop in Yongxing Town has come to claim his life..."

The two guards were terrified and stumbled back into the manor to report.

A young man named Yan Zangfeng held his sword and pointed it diagonally at the ground as he climbed the steps and entered the manor.

Li Daoxuan, who was standing to the side, shook his head and smiled:

"He's still just a kid, making such a big show of seeking revenge. He doesn't know how to hide his true abilities..."