Ten Directions Sword Master

Chapter 67 must be the Sword Master of the Heavenly Inquiry Sect

Lu Li didn't want to say too much, lest he upset Kuai Ling, so he could only comfort Lin Min'er and let her calm down.

Thinking to himself, if he ever comes across any exquisite left-hand sword techniques in the future, he can keep an eye out for them and have Kuai Ling practice them.

Whether he can overcome this or not depends on himself.

The blow to someone who regards swordsmanship as their life is too great to be explained in a few words when they suddenly find themselves unable to use a sword.

When outsiders tell you to be strong and to cheer up, it's just a casual remark.

Only the person experiencing it truly knows the torment and pain they are enduring.

Having not encountered Kuai Ling, Lu Li did not wish to meet with anyone else.

Back in his room, he rested for two days to get himself into top shape, wrote a letter, silently recited it, and then left the world of the floating island.

Before the Nebula Palace, he examined himself in preparation for the great battle that was likely to take place in the Crimson Fire Secret Realm.

Name: Lu Li Age: 21 Cultivation: Early Foundation Establishment Merit Points: 570 Items: Mid-grade magic weapon Cicada's Cry, Low-grade magic weapon Raging Waves, High-grade weapon Sun-Covering, Low-grade magic weapon-level secret treasure Heavenly Escape Mirror (fake).

"The highest limit of the secret realm is only the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. No matter what trump cards Zhai Xiao has, I should be able to handle him. Why would I suddenly feel so uneasy?"

Lu Li could only overestimate Zhai Xiao's strength as much as possible, suspecting that the man also carried a powerful secret treasure.

"At crucial moments, the Heavenly Escape Mirror can turn the tide of battle—but I've never used it before. It's best if someone can hold me back when I use it, otherwise it would be terrible if someone uses a movement technique to dodge it."

The Heavenly Escape Mirror only offers three chances in total. You can't just randomly pick a target to try it out just to familiarize yourself with the secret treasure.

When things become truly hopeless, there's no other option but to press on.

Relatively speaking, he preferred that the source of his unease lie with Zhai Xiao rather than outside the secret realm.

If even the three elders, including Yu Ziqi, are in trouble, killing Zhai Xiao would not help the overall situation at all.

Two men strode through the air, their colorful robes fluttering, like immortals.

One of them was extremely young and very beautiful.

A middle-aged man with a magnificent beard, exuding an air of authority.

With careful observation, one can discover the flow of true energy beneath their feet, a highly sophisticated lightness technique, devoid of any trace of human activity.

Upon entering Cuiquan Town, the two surveyed the area and then flew off in one direction.

Upon hearing the news, Master Kuai rushed to the Chaoyin Sword Hall, wearing only one shoe, and knelt down in awe.

"Kuai Qianfan of Chaoyin Sword Pavilion pays respects to the Envoy of Luohua Sect."

Being able to tread freely in mid-air indicates that one is at least at the fifth level of the Azure Jade Realm, a qualitative leap compared to the previous four levels.

The Falling Flower Sect manages the area on behalf of the Taibai Sword Sect and has the power of life and death over all sword schools.

"Get up. We have come for that Bai Wuming—please summon him from within the manor."

The middle-aged man with a long beard spoke in a relatively amiable manner.

"Your Excellency, Young Master Bai departed yesterday."

Master Kuai looked troubled. What a coincidence! Bai Wuming had just left when people from the Falling Flower Sect arrived.

"How dare you! I'm here, and you're saying he's gone?"

The handsome young man looked around with disdain, and upon hearing these words, he became even more furious.

He reached out and grabbed at the ground, and two flowers sprouted and bloomed instantly, wrapping around the old curator of the Kuai family tightly.

The vines contracted frantically, squeezing his body with a cracking sound, his face turning ashen, and he was about to suffocate.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, please show mercy! My father, Kuai Wenxi, once served at the Punishment Peak of the Falling Flower Sect!"

The old curator squeezed out a sentence, his eyes rolled back, and his limbs began to deform noticeably.

"Kuai Wenxi? I ​​seem to remember him..."

The middle-aged man with the long beard seemed to be deep in thought. He recalled that decades ago, there seemed to be a senior on Punishment Peak with this name.

Later, he left the clan to build a museum and became its owner.

They were quite famous within the sect back then, but I never imagined they would fall to this state in just a few years.

With a gentle wave, all the flowers and vines withered, and the old curator Kuai fell heavily to the ground.

Since there is a shared kinship, there is no need to act so rudely.

"So you are a descendant of Senior Kuai—in that case, Master Kuai, could you explain to us why Bai Wuming suddenly left?"

The middle-aged man with the beautiful beard had lived in the Falling Flower Sect for generations. Although there were many more restrictions compared to leaving to establish their own families, their status and position were guaranteed.

"Ahem—This is a letter left by Young Master Bai. Please take a look, Your Excellency."

Despite the excruciating pain in his chest, Master Kuai dared not utter a word of explanation and pulled out a plain sheet of paper.

The middle-aged man with the long beard made a move in the air, which flew into his palm. He examined it and then handed it to the handsome young man beside him.

Their decision to come was made on short notice; it was impossible for anyone to tip them off or forge letters in advance.

"Remember, if Bai Wuming reappears, immediately report to the Falling Flower Sect branch in the city."

After coldly uttering these words, the two took to the air again.

"Damn it, we missed them!"

The handsome young man's face was contorted with rage.

"If I had captured a swordsman from the Heavenly Inquiry Sect, the sect would have granted me at least ten mines, which would have provided the spiritual materials for my next sword!"

"Alright, it's just our speculation—the sword prodigies of each sect haven't grown up yet, so they're all being protected very well, and they might even have protectors by their side."

The middle-aged man with a long beard had a gloomy expression and was not in as good a mood as he appeared; he was just more composed.

"Hmph! The sword strikes without fail, ignoring the Xuan Turtle Mountain-Suppressing Sword Technique. The key is that it's done despite the lower cultivation level—besides the Heavenly Questioning Sect's Void-Seeking Sword Technique, which can find flaws in the impossible, what other sword technique is so profound?"

The thought of those ten mines being far away from him made the handsome young man feel as if a thousand ants were crawling all over him.

Both being thirteen sects, the conflict between the Falling Flower Sect and the Heavenly Questioning Sect has lasted for at least a thousand years.

As long as it doesn't affect the fight against the demon calamity, the Taibai Sword Sect doesn't concern itself with the infighting among the lower sects.

The youngest of the thirteen sects was the one that rose from the Sword Hall three hundred years ago, replacing the sect that was originally ranked last.

"Yes, the Azure Jade First Heaven cultivator has been taught the Void-Slaying Sword Technique, which is highly valued among the sword masters—that person said in the letter that he was going to sea, which should be true. Immediately notify all docks within a hundred miles to search all ships entering and leaving the port! If they can't find them in a month, then three months, six months!"

The middle-aged man with a long beard seemed to have made up his mind, and said fiercely.

Now it was the handsome young man's turn to change color: "The two of us alone could hardly have made such a commotion."

"Bringing the three Lü brothers in—five people sharing the profits—is better than ending up with nothing!"

Having made up their minds, they immediately split into two groups.

The two unleashed their movement techniques, causing flowers to bloom on the ground, making them twice as fast as before.

An underground hall, surrounded by stone pillars, with broken, thick iron chains on top.

The firelight flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and only heavy breathing could be heard.

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A burly man, shirtless, with numerous wounds on his chest and back, was covered in blood and gore.

He tilted his head back and inhaled deeply, like a whale sucking in air, almost drawing all the air out of the hall.

A white dragon phantom appeared behind him, and with a long howl, those terrifying wounds began to heal.

The bones healed, the flesh grew back quickly, leaving only a shallow mark.

His skin was the color of glass, with shimmering flames, and his angry eyes were fixed on the person opposite him.

"Impressive skill. This physical body is well-cultivated. If the restrictions were lifted, it would soon resemble an immortal body."

Zhai Xiao waited for the changes to unfold, clearly not the first time he had witnessed such a situation.

"But being confined by the secret realm, how many more times can you repair yourself?"

The bronze longsword was swung out like a venomous snake, its flashes impossible to detect.

Only when the firelight dimmed did they realize that the ancient bronze sword light had been there earlier, swallowing all the light.

The towering giant slammed his palms out, unleashing a terrifying pressure that swept across the hall. Several stone pillars trembled violently, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Each palm strike carried the force of a thousand pounds, yet they couldn't catch up with Zhai Xiao's figure at all, landing entirely on empty air.

His most prized asset, his formidable physique, capable of withstanding thousands of attacks from opponents of the same level without breaking a hair, became much more vulnerable in the face of the bronze longsword.

Each sword strike was accompanied by an invisible killing intent, directly affecting the body and exploding within the flesh and blood.

After just a few sword strikes, the giant was once again covered in wounds.

With just one breath, he was back to normal.

But the white dragon's phantom seemed to have dimmed slightly.

Zhai Xiao always wore the same expression, drawing his sword, sheathing it, repeating this endlessly, tirelessly.

There was not a single superfluous movement; the sword techniques were all about speed, ruthlessness, and precision.

The steps were steady and unhurried, far from being agile.

As more and more areas of the main hall lost their light, a dense aura of death and killing intent overflowed from the darkness, making each of his sword strikes even more terrifying.

These murderous intents and deathly auras echoed him, launching attacks from any angle in all directions.

Until it is condensed into the simplest and most archaic sword.

The murderous intent took shape, aiming to rob all living things around it of their life force!

At the foot of the hill, the scene remained the same: three academy experts at the Refinement Realm and Gu Jingyi leading a group of silver-clad captains in a standoff.

Both sides were extremely patient, but the horses lost patience, kicking and kicking up clouds of dust.

A gaunt man in a yellow shirt moved swiftly, like a withered leaf, drifting through the air.

With a light touch of the toes, it floated dozens of feet before landing.

Despite only being at the Foundation Establishment stage, his movement speed was not much slower than that of a Refining Spirit expert.

He flew into the encirclement of the silver-clad cavalry, ran two steps, knelt on one knee in front of Gu Jingyi, and presented a sealed letter with sealing wax in both hands.

His chest heaved rapidly, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose, clearly indicating that he had overdrawn his internal energy to achieve such incredible speed.

Gu Jingyi accepted the sealed letter with sealing wax, his expression unchanged, always maintaining the demeanor of a refined young nobleman.

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"How about we make a bet? Guess what the secret letter from the burglar police says?"

Li Xunzhen spoke boldly, but judging from the fact that his hand never left the sword, his heart was not so calm.

"It's just hearsay about Yingtian Academy. If there were real evidence, it would be Yuan Guanyu, the Southeast Divine Eagle, surrounding us right now."

The Yuan Guanyu mentioned by Master Qingming is Gu Jingyi's superior, the magistrate of the Bureau of Criminal Investigation.

He was famous throughout the martial arts world for twenty years, but one day he joined the imperial court and started eating the government's rice.

The Four Great Constables are renowned throughout the martial arts world, but they are rarely seen taking action now.

Only those who know the inside story understand why he can hold the top position in the burglary squad.

Yuan Guanyu, the Southeast Divine Eagle, ranked fifty-first on the Earth Ranking in the late stage of Spirit Refinement!

"He's not a secret agent from the thief-catching unit, but a 'Wind Chaser' kept by the Gu family."

Yu Ziqi succinctly pointed out that the two terms represent different meanings.