Ten Directions Sword Master

Fei Yunzhi was panting heavily. The disciples in the temple had suffered heavy casualties, Yan Hanchuan's external martial arts had been broken, and several high-ranking officials in the court had launched attacks against the emperor.

He exerted all his strength and was horrified to discover that his mortal enemy's hidden power had grown to such a terrifying extent.

It can influence the government, has a large number of core members, and can gather a wide range of believers.

In order to find out about a treasure that was secretly escorted to the capital by the Incense Offering Path, Fei Yunzhi personally went out to spy along the way and overheard some inside information. As a result, his whereabouts were exposed and he was chased all the way here.

"It seems that the century-old foundation of Zhi Shou Guan is going to be ruined in my generation..."

Fei Yunzhi closed his eyes, waiting for the blade to strike him, but instead heard several heavy thuds as something fell to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he saw several Taoist followers lying on the ground, with only one small dot between their eyebrows.

He tensed up and slowly turned his head.

The two leaders were no weaker than he was in his prime, and together with their fearless subordinates, they were enough to hold off the Innate Martial Saint for quite some time.

The instantaneous death could only have been caused by that person.

"Where is the Dao Lord?"

The young man walked over with his sword, looking somewhat nonchalant, and there was no sign that he was injured.

"Young Master Bai, the Incense Sect's stronghold is hidden within the Marquis of Anyuan's residence, and the sect leader is also there!"

Fei Yunzhi quickly relayed the information he had gathered.

"We also learned from the conversation between the two altar masters that the treasure secretly delivered to the imperial city this time seems to be related to the celestial mirror that flew away after the death of the founding emperor!"

Fragments of the Immortal Mirror?

Lu Li smiled meaningfully. He had been thinking about this for a long time, and then the person showed up on his own initiative. What a coincidence!

But we've waited so long, all for this day.

He abandoned Fei Yunzhi, used his movement technique, and rushed towards the Anyuan Marquis's mansion, which had just been raided recently.

White seals and heavy iron chains tell the story of the once wealthy and powerful mansion's decline.

This mansion covers dozens of acres and has courtyards and gardens, creating a tranquil landscape.

He moved like a hawk, leaping over high walls and hiding in the shadows of trees to reach the vicinity of the main house.

Several barely perceptible breaths, long and powerful, were heard from skilled individuals who had completed their body tempering and were on their way to the Innate Realm, guarding several key intersections.

Lu Li took a deep breath, flicked his wrist, and sent his sword flying in all directions.

Several people were struck by the sword almost simultaneously. Before they could even shout, everything went black and they lost consciousness.

His right arm fracture has basically healed, his internal organs are almost fully recovered, and he has gained a deeper understanding of the Six Swords of Autumn during this period.

Even if he can only exert 80% of his combat power, he is still stronger than the day he fought against the Sword Saint.

The main house had clearly been renovated, filled with shrines and altars, with more than a dozen white-robed believers kneeling on the ground, chanting incantations.

Suddenly, someone barged in. Several people turned around in confusion, while others were still engrossed in communicating with the gods.

A flash of cold light, and a series of gourds swayed and tilted, until the last one cried out in surprise.

"Who is making a ruckus on the altar!"

In the center of the altar, a wooden board was pushed aside, and an old man with white hair but a ruddy complexion emerged.

Just as I assumed a defensive stance, the cold blade was already pressed against my neck, piercing my skin.

"Your Excellency, please retreat quickly, lest you bring trouble upon yourself... The Dao Master and the Dharma King are nearby and will arrive in an instant!"

"Angry Lion Sand Three Tong? Where are the fragments of the Immortal Mirror you sent to the capital? If you dare to lie, I'll send you to see the so-called Supreme God right now!"

Upon hearing that the Daoist Master and the Right Dharma King were not at the main residence, Lu Li's heart stirred, and he let out a cold laugh.

Intelligence reports kept pouring in from the Zhi Shou Guan, and he knew everything about the experts who had reached the Innate Realm through their incense offerings.

Sha Santong ranked second among all the altar masters, with a cultivation level at the early stage of the Innate Realm.

"How did you know!"

Sha Santong's expression changed drastically, as if he had thought of something, and he became listless.

"At the end of the underground passage, the eldest and third brothers are guarding it... Your Excellency, it's not too late to retreat now."

In response, Lu Li simply pressed the Hidden Sun Sword inward a little more, and a few drops of blood rolled down.

Clearly, this second altar master lacked the courage to sacrifice himself for the supreme deity and jumped back into the newly dug tunnel.

The room could only accommodate three people walking side by side, and torches were lit on the walls, illuminating the corpses hanging on both sides.

Their faces were pale and their deaths varied, showing that they had suffered inhuman torture before they died.

After walking more than ten zhang, there were at least a hundred corpses hanging on both sides of the passageway.

"It was made by the Dharma King himself, from followers who were disrespectful to God and beggars caught on the street, who said it would please God..."

Sensing the chilling killing intent emanating from behind, Sha Santong offered a trembling explanation.

Lu Li did not respond. The passageway gradually widened, and sentries appeared.

Two altar masters walked ahead, and each guard was knocked unconscious with a single palm strike before they could even notice anything amiss.

"Second brother, didn't I tell you to guard the entrance? Why are you in the secret room?"

Suddenly, a bright and spacious area opened up before them. More than ten pillars supported a large iron-cast hall, with iron plates separating the space above and below.

Before Sha Santong could reply, a fierce gust of wind swept in, and a three-pointed, double-edged sword slashed down, enveloping both of them.

Sha Santong was pushed out with a palm strike, his major acupoints on his back were sealed, and he was unable to resist, so he had to take a knife blow.

Lu Li rushed into the hall, his sword flashing like ink splashes. A thin, tall middle-aged man and a short, stout old man groaned and collapsed.

The Grand Master and the Third Master of the Incense Offering Ceremony were no match for each other.

His only target was the black iron box behind the two men.

He forcefully opened the box, revealing a silver mirror holder on a bright yellow silk brocade.

As the mirror holder landed in his palm, the long-lost grand and indifferent voice rang out, and Lu Li's face revealed an uncontrollable joy.

He paid no attention to the heavy steel plate that crashed down behind him.

……

After an incense stick had burned, several people arrived in front of the steel plate.

A man wearing a black and white mask and holding a mourning stick was none other than the Right Dharma King of the Incense Offering Path.

The woman following closely behind was wrapped in layers of white gauze, her body undulating, exuding a stunning allure amidst her sanctity.

"Our master's plans were flawless. That person was determined to obtain the fragments of the Immortal Mirror. We deliberately leaked the information, and sure enough, he walked right into our trap."

The woman in white was Deng Wan, whom the Daoist Master had rescued from the imperial prison. Now that she no longer needed to conceal her identity, her entire demeanor was quite different.

"Young Master Bai, hand over all the fragments of the Immortal Mirror, and also copy down the secret of the Shattered Void that the old Sword Saint told you before his ascension, and I will grant you a way out."

A rope was lightly tied around Deng Wan's waist, and at the other end was an old man in his twilight years, with white hair and beard, whose breath was so weak that he was almost invisible.

However, judging from the respectful and cautious attitude of the Right Dharma King and Deng Wan, it is clear that this person is the supreme ruler of the Incense Way, the Lord of the Way.

"The hall is solidly cast with molten iron, a foot thick, and full of traps. Hundreds of crossbow bolts can be fired at any time, and the poisonous smoke hidden inside can kill hundreds of people in an instant. No matter how skilled you are in swordsmanship, you have no chance of surviving."

"I'll give you thirty breaths to think it over. It would be such a waste to die like this!"

There was no response for a long time. The Daoist Master remained expressionless and coughed once.

The Right Dharma King moved like smoke, slapping the top of the passageway. Many holes appeared in the hall, and powerful crossbows fired, arrows raining down, penetrating the iron plates several inches deep, demonstrating the ferocity of the force.

More emerald green poisonous smoke drifted out, consuming the essence accumulated over decades by the incense-burning sect.

The plan was to poison the city's inhabitants, trigger a plague, and then use the chaos to send troops and coerce the rioters.

The toxic fumes filled the hall, causing the three who had taken the antidote to involuntarily take several steps back into the passageway.

After waiting for a full half hour, and after three rounds of crossbow bolts, the poisonous smoke dissipated.

No matter how strong one's internal energy is or how superb one's swordsmanship is, as long as one is still a mortal, one cannot escape the power of this mechanism.

"Open the door. It's a pity about the Sword Saint's ascension experience... But being able to eliminate this great threat and retrieve the Immortal Mirror fragments he obtained from the royal family is still a considerable gain."

In the center of the Daoist Master's cloudy eyes, it seemed as if two mosquitoes were swimming back and forth, shimmering.

"Heh heh, what next martial arts legend? This kid surnamed Bai is still too green in front of you!"

The Right Dharma King chuckled and then struck the hidden spot three times with varying degrees of force, causing the iron gate to slowly open.