Ten Directions Sword Master

Fei Yunzhi shivered, goosebumps rising on his arms. He hesitated to reply, then pondered for a moment.

"Many things from a hundred years ago are unclear, but they must have been exaggerated to win people's hearts... The story of the fairy child was deliberately spread by the patriarch to glorify himself. When he wrote the biography, he clearly recorded that he came from the same village as the great ancestor."

"The Immortal Mirror is mostly real. In the early days of the army, it saved the day several times when the situation was on the verge of collapse... However, the notes do not elaborate on the immortals. Only the second patriarch relayed that the patriarch asked before his death: 'Are immortals who have died still immortals?'"

"These are the only things related to the Immortal Mirror that are still circulating in the Zhi Shou Temple."

It's not something you can just make up. Fei Yunzhi had racked his brains, but he was still worried that he wouldn't be able to satisfy Bai Wuming.

"What about the Incense Road? Commander Yan told me that you have a lot of information about them."

Lu Li appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil.

Did the deceased immortals, Emperor Taizu of the Great Kang Dynasty and the patriarch of Zhishou Temple, really see immortals?

However, given the strength of this world, a half-step Divine Refinement cultivator who can draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create various extraordinary phenomena is enough for an Innate Martial Saint to recognize as an immortal descended to earth.

Local martial artists certainly cannot reach the half-step Refinement of the Divine Realm. They are either predecessors who ascended to the Immortal Realm and descended to the mortal world, or like themselves, they were teleported from other worlds with the help of something like the Nebula Compass.

Based on this, the danger level of the Greater Kang World should be raised.

Entering the Foundation Establishment stage alone is probably not enough to completely resolve this branch of the quest; one must either reach the later stages of Foundation Establishment or master another season of sword techniques.

"The incense path is divided into twelve altars. The top three altar masters have all entered the innate realm, as well as the left and right Dharma Kings and the Holy Maiden who can receive the infusion of her body. It has always been regarded as the number one force in the martial arts world... In recent years, the Misty Rain Pavilion has risen, and this position has changed hands."

There's a saying that goes, "Your enemy is the one who understands you best."

After the establishment of the Great Kang Dynasty, the Zhi Shou Guan and Xiang Huo Dao fought for generations. Fei Yunzhi spoke of this at length, his words flowing freely.

"The most important one is their Dao Lord, who is said to be over a hundred years old. He fought the Sword Saint once and survived the most sword strikes of any opponent... Of course, he is still no match for Young Master Bai."

Being able to withstand several sword strikes from the Sword Saint must be the limit of one's innate abilities.

Lu Li bowed slightly, not underestimating the Dao Lord because of this.

He knew better than anyone how powerful a swordsman who had mastered spiritual power could be; if he hadn't suddenly comprehended the Autumn Sword Style, he wouldn't have been able to withstand it either.

"Based on the whereabouts of several altar masters of the Incense Offering Ceremony and the transport of a large number of sacrificial items, I deduce that the Dao Master is currently in the Imperial City!"

No one knows the face of the Dao Master, and it is impossible for a spy to track down a Martial Saint at the limit of the Innate Realm. However, the secrecy level of the whereabouts of the altar masters who are ranked lower is not that high.

"Could you find out the locations of the Incense Offering Cult within the Imperial City?"

Setting down his teacup, Lu Li asked calmly.

Killing the Left Dharma King means that there is no possibility of reconciliation between him and the Incense Sect.

Moreover, the Incense Path is suspected of possessing fragments of the Immortal Mirror, and a confrontation is inevitable sooner or later, so it might be wise to strike first.

I imagine the current emperor would be happy to help eliminate this organization that has aimed to overthrow the Great Kang Dynasty since the founding of the nation.

The Incense Way is not targeting the Great Kang Dynasty, but rather it hates all legitimate dynasties equally. It would be better if the central government were weak and the prefectures and counties were governed by themselves, so that they could run rampant and cause chaos.

"Nothing for now, but as long as the incense-selling sect makes a move, it won't escape my eyes. I'll keep a close eye on them!"

Fei Yunzhi patted his chest to assure him, the sound echoing loudly.

……

Kang Le Fang.

An ordinary courtyard house, recently, several neighboring families have either run into business problems or been transferred to other places, and the houses have all changed owners.

When the maid in green went out to buy face powder, she saw several tall, burly men. Their fierce faces forced a forced smile at her, making them appear even more menacing.

Startled, she ran back to the yard, put her things away, brewed a pot of iced tea, and took it to the backyard.

A little over a month ago, a young nobleman was led to the mansion to learn swordsmanship from the young master.

He goes there every three days without fail, but there has been no formal apprenticeship ceremony, and his background is unclear.

In the backyard, the young master was engrossed in examining a roll of animal hide, while the boy gritted his teeth, his face pale, yet his sword-wielding movements were meticulous.

"Alright, take a break... You're still growing, too much of a good thing can be bad."

Lu Li put down the Seventy-Two Seasonal Chart and had a general idea of ​​how to combine the six swords of the Autumn Division.

The autumnal equinox severs cause and effect with its metal energy. The summary of the autumn section in the general outline should not only focus on the beginning, but also on the three words "severing cause and effect".

The eldest prince, Zhao Shunji, surprised everyone by his performance after being sent here; his aptitude was actually quite good.

His swordsmanship talent couldn't compare to Lu Li's level, where he could learn something instantly and grasp it immediately. However, after practicing a few times, he could imitate the style and achieve a certain degree of similarity.

His diligence and perseverance are almost unlike those of a royal youth.

This made Lu Li appreciate talent more, and he became much more serious when teaching the Sword Saint senior his sword techniques.

However, I'd rather not take on any disciples. Firstly, I'm not strong enough, and I'm barely able to protect myself in the Compass World, so I don't have the time for that.

Secondly, the relationship between master and disciple is not a simple one; they must be able to entrust each other with the teachings and inherit the lineage.

Especially since he harbors a huge secret, he must be even more careful when accepting disciples.

"Master Bai, Father heard that you asked Commander Yan to purchase various rare meteorite irons in preparation for forging a precious sword, so he specially took some from the imperial treasury."

Zhao Shunji finished the entire cup of herbal tea, took out a cloth bag from his package, and said with a stern face.

"Please thank your father for me."

Lu Li opened it and took a look. It was a fist-sized piece of meteorite iron covered with eerily bright purple spots, weighing at least three times that of refined iron of the same volume.

The other piece was only the size of a fingernail, silvery-white and flexible, and could be easily shaped with a gentle pinch.

He was thinking of the unexpected gain from the Northern Wei world last time, where the half-finished Falling Star Spear could actually be exchanged for merit, so he decided to give it a try.

The special treatment given to the Nebula Palace raises questions: was it because the Falling Star Spear barely reached the level of a treasure weapon, or was it due to the forging materials?

The fact that it caught the eye of the Emperor of the Great Kang Dynasty and was put into the imperial treasury suggests that the swordsmith must have examined it, so its quality must be quite good.

Over the next period of time, information related to the incense-burning path was continuously sent into the academy.

First, a mysterious person broke into the imperial prison, killing hundreds of prison guards. Then, he exchanged blows with Yan Hanchuan, who had arrived at the scene, and rescued Deng Wan, who was imprisoned at the bottom.

Yan Hanchuan, who was at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, had his external martial arts broken. His face turned ashen, his bones shattered, and he lay on the bed, unable to move.

Some ignorant people, carrying gunpowder, stormed the Zhishou Temple, attempting to burn it down. Fortunately, the imperial guards had laid an ambush beforehand, and a volley of arrows scattered the arsonists.

There were also incidents of people poisoning the food and water in the yard. Fortunately, Lu Li learned a skill to identify poison in the floating island world, which would be considered a divine skill in other worlds. Few poisons could escape his eyes.

"Young Master Bai, we've discovered a suspected stronghold of the Incense-Worshipping Cult. Three of our spies have perished there!"

Lu Li remained unmoved, simply instructing Zhao Shunji not to come to learn swordsmanship, and continued to sit calmly on his fishing platform.

"Young Master Bai, over a hundred members of the Deng family disappeared overnight. They were escorted out of the capital and fled westward!"

Lu Li held the book, as if he were an old monk in deep meditation.

Rumors have spread throughout the capital that Bai Wuming was severely injured in his battle with the Sword Saint, losing seventy or eighty percent of his strength.

That day, Fei Yunzhi, covered in blood, fled to Kanglefang in a sorry state and, with a heavy heart, knocked on the courtyard gate.

Several Taoist followers, their faces bloodthirsty, pressed closer from behind.

"I've been counting down the days, the day has finally arrived!"

Lu Li grabbed the longsword, put away his belongings, and laughed as he left.