I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 140 Since we're already here, let's ring the bell before we leave!

"The Yunlu Taoist Palace is just ahead."

On the fifth day after arriving at Nanjing University, the last area of ​​the Yuelu Mountain Secret Realm finally came into view for Ye Qingzhou.

Meanwhile, Yuan Zhiyi and Zeng Jixia stood at the very front of the group, loudly introducing the ancient building before them, which was ever-changing in its appearance from sunrise to sunset and full of Taoist charm.

Yunlu Taoist Palace is located on the right peak of Yuelu Mountain. It is one of the seventy-two blessed lands of the Xuanmen sect. Currently, this place is managed by people from Sanqing Mountain.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

"Junior Brother Lei."

Leon was pleasantly surprised to see his senior brother Wang Xuancheng from Sanqing Mountain: "Senior Brother Wang, what brings you to Xingcheng?"

Wang Xuance smiled and did not explain further. He bowed to Ye Qingzhou and the others, saying, "Everyone, Uncle Zhengyang is already waiting in the Sanqing Hall. Please follow me."

Thank you for your trouble.

Xu Lan led Ye Qingzhou and the others into the Yunlu Dao Palace to meet with True Man Zhengyang.

Inside the Sanqing Hall, a middle-aged man dressed in a feathered Taoist robe sat on a futon, seemingly draped in azure clouds and purple mist, exuding Taoist charm.

He was rather thin, not tall, and not particularly robust, yet he exuded an aura of solemnity and dignity, inspiring awe in those who approached him.

Ye Qingzhou stared intently and saw that the Taoist's breathing contained surging lightning, and his breath was profound and vast, his spiritual realm no less than that of Gu Minghui.

Sanqing Mountain truly deserves its reputation as the leader of the Xuanmen (Taoist sects) and a first-class martial arts force in the world; its foundation is indeed profound.

In any secret realm outpost, there is a master-level expert stationed there.

After consulting with Master Zhengyang and receiving permission, Wang Xuancheng led Ye Qingzhou and the others on a tour of the Yunlu Dao Palace.

The Taoist temple was built on the mountaintop, surrounded by a beautiful environment and planted with pine, cypress and other trees.

Of particular note is a unique sight on one side of the Taoist temple, called the Flying Stone.

This peculiar rock is located under a ginkgo tree on Yunlu Peak. Its unique shape makes it seem as if it flew in from outer space, hence its name.

The top of the stone is wide, about ten feet square, and the flat surface is suitable for people to rest or take a nap.

The Flying Stone is not only a unique natural landscape of Yuelu Mountain, but it was also once a sacred place with flourishing incense offerings, where a statue of the True Martial Ancestor was enshrined. People would come here to pray for blessings and to ward off disasters.

On the ginkgo tree hangs a large bell, perched on a branch more than ten meters high. Its ancient shape and extensive moss cover it, making it difficult to spot without careful observation.

Ye Qingzhou's gaze was drawn to the large bell, and he felt a subtle stirring in his heart.

Seeing this, Wang Xuancheng smiled and introduced it to Ye Qingzhou, saying, "This bell 'flew' here along with the Flying Stone, hence its original name, the Flying Bell. Also, because this bell is quite similar to the bronze bell used by our Xuanzong sect for daily life, it can cleanse one's soul when rung. Its sound is resonant and clear, spreading in all directions, and even wandering Taoist priests from other places can come upon hearing it, so it is also called the Self-Coming Bell."

Leon was delighted upon hearing this: "So this is the self-healing bell?"

Clearly, he knew more valuable intelligence.

As someone who can't keep a secret, Leon couldn't help but boast to everyone: "I've heard of the famous self-winding bell. It's said that the sound of this bell contains an extremely sophisticated thunder magic."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Wang Xuancheng smiled and bowed: "The thunder magic is in the sound of the bell. Those who are destined can take it."

The thunder magic of Sanqing Mountain is unique and renowned throughout the Eastern Pole Kingdom.

However, thunder magic is not unique to Sanqing Mountain. In the end, the Zilai Bell is actually an asset of Xingcheng, and the property rights are in the hands of the government. Sanqing Mountain is just managing it on behalf of the government and has no right to prevent others from comprehending the thunder sound secrets on the Zilai Bell.

Therefore, Wang Xuancheng simply allowed Ye Qingzhou and the others to try it out.

In his view, without a sufficient level of spiritual attainment, one might not even have the chance to hear the Thunder Sound Secret Technique on the bell, let alone comprehend it.

"Haha, all of you stay put, I'll go first this time!"

Leon drew his sword, and a burst of sword energy, crackling with lightning, shot out, striking the bell and producing a resounding clang.

Then, nothing happened.

Miao Yi looked at him with disdain: "Leon, haven't you eaten? If you can't handle it, then step aside and let me demonstrate to you the true essence of thunderous power!"

After saying this, Miao Yi drew his Miao sword and leaped into the air, stepping on the branches of a ginkgo tree. His movements were nimble and agile, like a monkey in the mountains.

He moved with lightning speed, his body surging forward and his blade following his every move. After leaping high into the air, he unleashed a devastating strike, his inner energy surging forth with thunder.

The Miao sword, like thunder, roars like a tiger!

roar~

When this sword is drawn, it truly possesses the power to swallow ten thousand miles like a tiger, and its might is earth-shattering.

Before the blade even arrived, its imposing presence was already overwhelming, surprising many in the group: "This Miao Yi, so quiet lately, has actually improved so much?"

Ding~

The resounding bell echoed in all directions, and could be heard clearly within a radius of one mile.

After landing, Miao Yi looked very smug, casually twirled his sword a few times, and then sheathed it.

"Impossible! My strike was clearly powerful, so why couldn't I activate the bell's sound?"

Leon was very puzzled by this.

He first looked at Wang Xuancheng, but Wang Xuancheng didn't say a word, only smiled at him, clearly telling Leon that if he wanted the answer, he should figure it out himself.

Then, Leon turned his gaze to Ye Qingzhou. He really didn't know how to do the question, but the humanoid reference answer was right next to him, so why bother to think about it himself?

After all, I paid for the tutoring!

Out of consideration for the tutoring fee, Ye Qingzhou revealed the secret to Leon: "The chime of the self-winding bell can cleanse one's soul, which shows that its material is special. Therefore, brute force and energy alone cannot activate the bell. Only by using martial arts techniques with spiritual effects can the bell's chime be truly activated."

Without a doubt, Miao Yi's Thunderous Tiger is a martial art with a mental attack effect, which is why he was able to activate the bell's sound with a single strike.

"Damn it! You're trying to cheat!"

Upon receiving the standard answer, Leon immediately turned around and glared angrily at Miao Yi, gritting his teeth in fury. He felt that he had completely suffered from his lack of education this time.

Clearly, in terms of combat wisdom, he is far inferior to Miao Yi, who has been through countless battles.

Miao Yi glared at Leon, his expression disdainful: "It's your own fault for being so stupid, how can you blame me?"

Xu Yuebing looked at Ye Qingzhou: "I want to give it a try first."

"Okay, you go first."

Ye Qingzhou was in no hurry. He shifted half a body distance, allowing Xu Yuebing to draw her sword.

Xu Yuebing took a deep breath under the ginkgo tree, then held her breath and focused her mind.

A moment later, the Snowdrift Sword was drawn from its sheath, and its sword intent moved with the will, slashing down on the clockwork along with a dazzling and chilling sword aura.

Sword Qi Slash!

The sword moves as the heart desires!

A flash of cold light disappeared in an instant, and the bell rang out again with a resounding tone, even louder and clearer than Miao Yi's sword strike just now, its sound echoing in all directions and resounding for three miles.

Now, everyone was shocked by Xu Yuebing's strength. Her cultivation level was now so much higher than Miao Yi's.

Even Wang Xuancheng, standing to the side, couldn't help but be astonished: "She looks no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, yet she possesses such a high level of spiritual attainment? Truly, every generation produces its own talented individuals..."

The easiest way to master martial arts on Earth is through external training. As long as you study hard and accumulate resources, even a pig can achieve something.

Secondly, there is internal training. Whether it is internal energy resonance or the condensation of true qi, the gap brought about by aptitude is becoming increasingly difficult to bridge with external means.

Therefore, internal training is the important standard for distinguishing between geniuses and flying geniuses.

Of course, compared to internal and external training, the most difficult thing is actually learning the mental techniques.

The path of cultivating the spirit relies entirely on personal comprehension.

For those who lack comprehension, effort is meaningless; the gap cannot be bridged by hard work and diligence.

Just as no one can become a mathematician by working hard at solving problems, all mathematicians must first have mathematical talent before it even matters whether they work hard or not.

Therefore, elevating one's spiritual realm is the most difficult, and it also requires the most talent and understanding.

After unleashing a sword strike, Xu Yuebing still had some internal energy left, but her spirit was severely depleted, revealing signs of fatigue.

Ye Qingzhou smiled and praised her, "That sword strike was quite good. The move contained divine power, which could freeze the opponent's mind and will. If used well, it could be a deadly weapon."

"Hmph, you have good taste."

Upon receiving Ye Qingzhou's praise, Xu Yuebing's weariness vanished instantly, and her bright, clear eyes sparkled once more.

Afterwards, several other people were tested, and apart from Zhu Jinfeng, who had also practiced the mental cultivation method, the performance of the others was even worse than that of Leon.

Martial arts skills are easy to learn, but mastering the inner cultivation is difficult.

In the end, only Ye Qingzhou remained to make a move.

"Master Ye, why don't you give it a try?"

Leon had a vague expectation for Ye Qingzhou's performance.

After looking around, Ye Qingzhou saw that everyone was looking at him, so he smiled and nodded: "Alright, I'll give it a try too."

He had already gained enough from this trip to Yuelu Mountain, so it didn't really matter if he couldn't get the Thunder Technique of the Self-Illuminating Bell.

But since we're already here, there's no harm in giving it a try.

Ye Qingzhou stood beneath the ginkgo tree, his breath heavy, his thoughts swirling: "Flying Stone... Self-Made Bell..."

For some reason, Ye Qingzhou recalled the day he faced two sword intents in front of the Confucian Temple at Yuelu Academy.

One of them is the Great River Sword of the poet Li Bai.

The waters of the great river come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return.

This sword possesses a majestic and awe-inspiring presence, like the Yangtze River, vast and endless. It can be considered the pinnacle of sword energy, a perfect move that exhausts human power and reaches the ultimate in wisdom.

The other one is the Flying Divine Sword of the Drunken Immortal Lü Chunyang.

By chance, while playing a game, a divine sword flew and destroyed the highest peak of Zhongnan Mountain.

This sword represents the boundless potential of spiritual power. It is a transcendent celestial technique that transcends the mortal world. It is as high as the sky, as deep as the sea, and as heavy as a mountain. It is a majestic power that transcends all things after the sword intent has reached its peak.

Clang~

Send it first if you care!

Before the thought even formed, a sword light descended from the heavens, carrying an otherworldly and lofty aura, dazzling and brilliant.

This pure sword intent, flawless, clear and bright, struck directly at Zilaizhong.

Ye Qingzhou's sword strike already possessed three-tenths of the essence of Lü Chunyang's Flying God Sword.

Ding~

The resounding bell, like a surging wave, swept in all directions, its sound even reaching ten miles away. Everyone in the entire Yuelu Mountain Secret Realm heard the chime of the self-winding bell.

Even though Ye Qingzhou only used his sword once, the bell rang nine times.

The people present seemed to have their minds go blank for a moment because they were so close together, and they were passively put into a state of no thought.

In the Sanqing Hall, smoke curls up above the incense burner.

Master Zhengyang was sitting on a futon, meditating peacefully, when he suddenly heard the sound of a bell. His eyes snapped open, and lightning flashed across his pupils.

A white light shines from an empty room!

Only those with extremely high spiritual attainment can master such supernatural powers.

"The Great Dao's Celestial Sound, Nine Divine Echoes?"

Master Zhengyang's face showed astonishment: "Who on earth could so completely awaken the spirituality and Dao essence of the Zijiu Bell with just their own sword intent?"

The Great Dao's Heavenly Sound, the Divine Music Resounds Nine Times.

At this moment, a peculiar scene was reflected in Ye Qingzhou's sword heart.

In the beginning of time, chaos tore apart, and boundless matter and energy burst forth. The celestial voice of the Great Dao also resounded, a resounding echo of all things stirring together.

The Nine Divine Sounds recorded this momentous occasion of creation through sound wave vibrations.

After the nine resounding sounds, heaven and earth returned to silence, and the scene of creation vanished completely.

Ye Qingzhou's starry eyes snapped open: "I understand."

The Great Dao's Heavenly Sound is resounding and powerful.

This is the sound of creation, like the first clap of thunder in spring, which revives all things on earth, making them vibrant with life.

This contains a secret technique called Thunder Sound Bone Forging, which can temper the martial bones of martial artists.

Ye Qingzhou comprehended the Daoist principles within and at this moment grasped a secret technique that uses sword energy to drive thunderous sound. This technique can not only injure people's internal organs but also impair their minds.

His body trembled, and his bones vibrated and hummed like muffled thunder, constantly reverberating and tempering his martial bones, increasing their strength and resilience.

I must say, the effect is excellent!

At the same time, the people around also woke up one after another, their expressions extremely blank.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know."

"Wait, my body..."

Subsequently, many people were surprised to find that their bodies had undergone a complete transformation, with smoother blood and qi circulation and an increase in bone strength of at least 20%.

My physical aptitude has improved just like that?

Everyone found it unbelievable, but only Wang Xuancheng knew the reason: "The Thunderous Sound Bone Forging and Marrow Cleansing effects only occur after the Zilai Bell is fully activated!"

Others may not know the significance of Yunlu Dao Palace being established here, but Wang Xuancheng knows it perfectly well. To put it bluntly, all the incense and prayers here are for the purpose of supplying the two divine objects, the Flying Stone and the Self-Made Bell.

The Flying Stone contains a trace of the Dao from the creation of the world, while the Zilai Bell contains the sound of divine music.

When the Zilai Bell absorbs enough incense offerings and prayers, transforming them into mental energy, and is fully activated, the two divine objects will resonate with each other, thus emitting the Great Dao Heavenly Sound and the Nine Divine Melodies.

As Wang Xuancheng fell into deep thought, Master Zhengyang suddenly appeared behind him: "Who is the one who struck the self-healing bell?"

"Uncle-Master!"

He quickly bowed and saluted, then solemnly said, "It is Ye Qingzhou, the martial arts prodigy of Linjiang No. 1 Middle School."

Upon hearing this, Master Zhengyang stroked his beard, a look of sudden realization spreading across his face: "So it was him. With such a prodigious talent, it's no wonder."

At this moment, at the entrance to the Yuelu Mountain Secret Realm.

Qin Haoyu and his group from Changjun High School were heading towards Yunlu Taoist Palace.

The teacher in charge, Fang Liang, was a little worried about Qin Haoyu's health: "You were seriously injured yesterday, why don't you wait a few more days? Yunlu Dao Palace won't run away."

Qin Haoyu patted his chest and said, "Teacher, don't worry. I know my body best. My injuries have healed completely."

He received not only the Six Ding Divine Fire from Emperor Yan, but also knowledge of elixirs. Therefore, he had prepared various healing elixirs for himself, which is why his injuries healed quickly.

To be honest, Qin Haoyu is very depressed right now.

Having inherited the legacy of the Flame Emperor, his potential for growth was undoubtedly the strongest. Unfortunately, before he could develop his skills in either weapon crafting or medicine refining, he was brutally beaten by Gu Mingye.

If he's given a month to grow, he won't lose.

Even now, he still can't understand why he was beaten.

I never even provoked him!

Of course, what put Qin Haoyu under even more pressure was that Ye Qingzhou had also fought against Gu Mingye, but Ye Qingzhou had won!

Both being among the top ten on the Hidden Dragon List, this is truly an embarrassing situation for whoever loses.

Especially since Qin Haoyu's ranking was even higher than Ye Qingzhou's, he had already heard that some people were privately calling him a "fake dragon".

Hateful!

If I were to develop properly, take drugs and practice martial arts, my cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds. How could I possibly lose to that brute Gu Mingye?

The reason why Qin Haoyu rushed to Yunlu Dao Palace as soon as he recovered from his injuries was because Emperor Yan had once instructed him that there was a suitable opportunity for him in Yunlu Dao Palace.

In fact, Emperor Yan even gave him a special treasure so that he could seize this opportunity.

"Once I undergo the baptism of Thunder Sound, my innate talent will be greatly enhanced, increasing my future growth potential. I am determined to seize this opportunity!"

Qin Haoyu was filled with excitement, and soon he strode up Yuelu Mountain with bold steps, heading towards Yunlu Taoist Palace.

When they reached the middle of the mountain, they ran into Ye Qingzhou and his group.

"He's a rising star in martial arts from Linjiang No. 1 Middle School!"

"The man with three swords hanging at his waist, that must be Ye Qingzhou, right?"

"Seventh on the Hidden Dragon Ranking? I heard he defeated Gu Mingye not long ago?"

"Shh, you can't say that."

Many people looked at Ye Qingzhou and Qin Haoyu with strange eyes.

The worst thing between people is comparison.

Qin Haoyu, in particular, ranked sixth, but suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Gu Mingye.

Ye Qingzhou ranked seventh, yet he defeated Gu Mingye by a large margin.

In this way, the difference in quality becomes immediately apparent.

The two groups passed each other, with Fang Liang and Xu Lan nodding to each other before continuing their hurried journey.

Fang patted Qin Haoyu on the shoulder: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Victory or defeat isn't decided in a moment. As long as you continue to grow, you'll eventually win back."

"I understand, teacher."

Qin Haoyu's fighting spirit was rekindled, and after going up the mountain, he took out a crimson whip.

This whip is no ordinary weapon; it is a treasure bestowed by Emperor Yan and is called the Ochre Whip.

In ancient times, the human race suffered from epidemics, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. Emperor Yan used a red whip to whip hundreds of herbs, thus understanding their medicinal properties of neutralizing poisons and dispelling cold and heat, thereby relieving the people of the suffering from disease.

Therefore, the ochre whip is imbued with the virtue and will of Emperor Yan, and possesses incredible divine power.

Qin Haoyu brandished his ochre whip and struck the clock heavily.

(End of this chapter)