After my Taoist partner was destroyed, the fairy who coveted me took action

Unfortunately, until I was about to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, the Sword of No Talk didn’t make any movement. I had no choice but to let a fox live in my house out of pity. Now, I regret it very much. I should have waited another ten years.”

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The restless sword energy emanated from the Silent Sword, expressing the dissatisfaction of the sword spirit within.

[Pei Yuhan, do you want to fight? You're actually starting to dislike me again! ]

Seeing that the sword spirit Bai Jingjing was about to go to war with her master, Qing Yueqiu immediately regretted bringing up this topic, so she hurriedly comforted Bai Jingjing and asked her to calm down.

Bai Jingjing snorted coldly and said to Pei Yuhan: "If it weren't for the fact that you are my disciple today, I would never forgive you!"

Pei Yuhan silently stretched out his palm and condensed yang fire in his palm.

"If you don't want to be hit in front of Qing Yueqiu and have water dripping from your sword, quickly retract your sword."

Bai Jingjing was furious, and was afraid that Pei Yuhan would really let her show her shameful side in front of her only little fan girl (so she thought) Qing Yueqiu. In the end, she could only curse inwardly and returned to the Silent Sword in shame.

Chapter 131 Commanding Ten Thousand Swords

After Bai Jingjing calmed down, Pei Yuhan picked up the Silent Sword and raised it high above his head.

In an instant, the white clothes on his body fluttered without wind, and the grass on the ground around him was all bent by an invisible aura.

Qing Yueqiu and Yu Xiaoyan both watched with bated breath.

Because their master, a man who has made his name in the sword arts of the contemporary cultivation world and is revered as a sword immortal, is about to command a group of swords in front of them.

If they could glimpse a few mysteries from this scene, it would be enough to allow Qingyueqiu and Yu Xiaoyan to go further in the way of kendo.

"Yueqiu, Xiaoyan, watch carefully."

Pei Yuhan said this, pointing the sword in his hand at the ground beneath his feet.

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With the sound of a low sword ringing.

With Pei Yuhan as the center, the grass on the ground was rippling like ripples on the water. The ripples spread infinitely in all directions, from the grass to the giant trees hundreds of feet high, making the dense leaves rustle as if they were shaken by the wind.

If you raise your perspective and zoom out, you will find a vast sea of ​​trees on the surface of the island, like a surface of water with a stone thrown into it, creating waves of ripples with Pei Yuhan as the center.

Under the vibration of the sword, the entire Tree Sea Dragon Island seemed to come alive, and everything was buzzing and vibrating.

Gradually, a broken sword at the bottom of a river, a broken blade under rubble, a rusty sword stuck in a skeleton at the foot of a cliff...

These "spiritual swords" that had gone through blood and rain and had become scrap metal seemed to have regained their former spirituality and spirit under Pei Yuhan's call.

They chirped joyfully, as if telling Pei Yuhan about their own misery as they slowly rotted and rusted in this wasteland over the past few decades after the great war.

They didn't want to become scrap metal here, so they all responded to Pei Yuhan's call and flew out from the rushing river, from the rocky cave, and from the pile of corpses buried with countless corpses...

Thousands and thousands of swords in varying degrees of brokenness flew out of the forest at the same time. The wind they brought with them broke and blew away countless leaves, making this Forest Dragon Island, which had been silent for who knows how long, lively again.

The clanging of iron from the trembling swords seemed to bring the island back to the tragic battlefield of the past, except that this time there were no swords facing each other, because all the swords were bent towards one person.

Pei Yuhan put the silent sword back into its scabbard and looked at the two disciples behind him who were already stunned.

Qing Yueqiu and Yu Xiaoyan's beautiful eyes widened at this time, and their pink lips were big enough to fit an egg.

But Yu Xiaoyan simply admired her master's strength and thought that this skill of commanding ten thousand swords was really exaggerated and domineering. Only a sword cultivator like Qing Yueqiu who had truly tried to control thirty-six flying swords knew how difficult it was to truly command ten thousand swords.

Qing Yueqiu found it hard to imagine that such terrifying power was indeed the result of Pei Yuhan's decline. So what was his demeanor like during his peak period?

With such attainments in swordsmanship, it is no wonder that he is called "Sword Immortal" by everyone in the world, even the most arrogant sword practitioners.

Obviously, this was the fame that Pei Yuhan earned by slashing with his sword on the battlefield of the great battle between good and evil back then!

Pei Yuhan felt somewhat proud when he saw that the two disciples were convinced, but his face still showed the humility and composure of a master, and he said:

"Don't just stand there, you will definitely be able to do as well as I do in the future, or even surpass me. It won't be surprising if you do better than me."

"Moreover, let's not forget that we have been away from the sect for more than half a month and have come all the way here for a serious matter. Now let's quickly set out to find a suitable scrap sword to use as a sword blank."

Qing Yueqiu heard something hidden in Pei Yuhan's words.

"Master, won't you come with us to find a sword for Junior Sister?"

Pei Yuhan shook his head and threw the Silent Sword to Qing Yueqiu.

"Let Bai Jingjing take you there. Just now, when I used my sword to 'notify' the entire island, I discovered that there seemed to be a sword hidden deep in the island. It just feels a bit strange to me... I plan to go and take a look."

Qing Yueqiu couldn't help but feel worried when she heard that Pei Yuhan was going alone and not bringing his own spiritual sword.

So she handed her Liuying to Pei Yuhan.

"Master, I know I am very weak now. Following you will only cause trouble, but Yue Qiu is unwilling to not be able to help Master share any burden, so... Master, please take my sword with you!"

Pei Yuhan heard this and did not refuse.

He took the crystal-clear Liuying sword and said with a smile, "Then I will hold the hilt of Liuying as if I were holding Yueqiu's hand to explore the island."

"...Hey, Yueqiu, why are you blushing?"

Perhaps it was the effect of the "one heart" between the natal spirit sword and its master. When Pei Yuhan held the hilt of Liuying's sword, Qing Yueqiu also felt that a certain part of his body was held in a warm big hand, coupled with the words just now that sounded very ambiguous.

The girl was so angry at the moment that her face turned red with shame that she couldn't hide it at all.

Yu Xiaoyan, who was standing aside, finally couldn't bear it anymore. She stood in front of Qing Yueqiu and pushed her master away.

"Master, please feel free to explore. Xiao Xiao will definitely find a peerless sword embryo with my senior sister and Master's sword!"

Pei Yuhan nodded, "Okay, then you should be careful. If you encounter any unstoppable danger, don't fight hard. Among all the cultivators, sword cultivators may not be the most powerful in killing, but they are often the fastest in flying swords. Don't forget this."

"But Master, didn't you say before that a sword cultivator should be like a sword, straight and unyielding, and move forward courageously?"

Pei Yuhan tapped Yu Xiaoyan on the forehead speechlessly.

"It is your Dao heart that is moving forward courageously, not your life. Who says that moving forward courageously is only about killing the enemy? Sword cultivators are not death squads or desperate men, let alone reckless men.

Escape... No, it should be called a strategic transfer, or you can move forward bravely, leave bravely, gather your strength, and fight back when you are strong."

"..."

The two disciples were greatly shocked. Could it be explained so flexibly?

Pei Yuhan took into consideration that the two disciples had always been the "flowers" in the greenhouse of Dao Sect and had never had the experience of exploring secret areas such as divine treasures alone, so he gave them more instructions before they parted.

This trip to the Tree Sea Dragon Island was not only to find a sword embryo for the young disciple, but also to give the two disciples some practice.

After Pei Yuhan finished his instructions, he picked up the Liuying Sword and left.

He took a few steps, traveled across half of the Tree Sea Dragon Island, and finally came to an abyss.

Pei Yuhan looked at the bottomless ravine in front of him, and a hint of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

That year he had just reached the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. Because he showed off his talents, he was surrounded and attacked by the enemy on the battlefield of the Tree Sea Dragon Island.

An enemy whose cultivation was close to the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm slashed at him with a sword. If Li Yuan had not risked his life at the critical moment, broke into the enemy's concentrated fire area, and took him away using the Great Teleportation Talisman.

Now, he was probably buried in the bottomless pit in front of him.

"As expected, crisis is often fate. Without the life-and-death crisis in the battle between good and evil, I would not have been able to overcome the psychological trauma left by being possessed by the witch in the past and muster up the courage to achieve a happy ending with Li Yuan."

Pei Yuhan was filled with emotion as he jumped into the abyss created by the sword strike by the peak-level Jindan stage cultivator.

Chapter 132: Troubled Sea of ​​Trees

Between the cliffs and stone walls below the abyss, there are thick and dense roots of giant trees crisscrossing, as if this cut is a cross-section of the giant Tree Sea Dragon Island, and these tree roots are the nerves and blood vessels of the island.

Pei Yuhan was falling rapidly.

The depth he was currently falling had reached a point where even light couldn't penetrate. Although this didn't affect Pei Yuhan, whose spiritual perception was as strong as a radar scanner, it still made him feel very strange.

Was the sword mark left by the cultivator in the Divine Transformation Stage so deep?

At this depth, if the impact was a little more severe, it would almost pierce the entire Tree Sea Dragon Island.

Pei Yuhan didn't think that the sword of the enemy back then could be capable of this level.

If it was really that powerful, the momentum of the sword energy would definitely be enough to affect the void, and the Great Teleportation Talisman would not be activated so smoothly, allowing Li Yuan to evacuate safely.

and,

Pei Yuhan observed the degree of oxidation of the soil and rocks on the stone cliffs on both sides.

It seems that the deeper you go, the shallower the oxidation, which means the closer to the present time.

Pei Yuhan had an inexplicable ominous premonition.

Could it be possible that someone developed this deep pit later in life?

Pei Yuhan narrowed his eyes, but did not panic.

Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. After arriving at the Tree Sea Dragon Island, my high-profile behavior has already exposed my whereabouts.

In that case, it would be better to be generous.

Pei Yuhan stopped going deeper, bowed his hands and saluted to the darkness below, and said in a calm voice: "My fellow Taoist, I am here to find a sword embryo for my disciple. I have offended you unintentionally. Can you come out and see me?"

His voice spread deep into the abyss, but after three incense sticks of time, the pit was as dead silent as before, without even the sound of an insect.

"Since you are not coming to meet me, I will assume that I will find the sword by myself. It does not conflict with your practice, so I will continue to go deeper into this place."

After saying that, Pei Yuhan continued to dive down.

Crunch——

The rough friction sound broke the silence of the pit.

The silent tree roots seemed to come alive, twisting like a group of snakes, breaking through the cliff walls, breaking out of the ground, and interweaving into a tight net, blocking Pei Yuhan in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you afraid to come out and meet people?"

"What is your purpose in secretly refining the giant trees of the Sea Dragon Island for your own use?"

Seeing the roots of the giant trees above his head intertwined with each other and the way forward was blocked, Pei Yuhan no longer hesitated and drew out the Liuying sword and slashed it out.

The moonlight sword energy surged like a stream, and the barrier of tree roots that swept over was like tofu and was easily broken into pieces.

The people hiding in the darkness didn't seem to expect that Pei Yuhan's spiritual energy fluctuations might seem insignificant, but once they showed their edge, they would become a sensation.

He no longer held back and mobilized the great formation, controlling the endless tree root tentacles to gather into a tide, sweeping towards the white-robed swordsman, determined to crush him into slag.

The white-robed swordsman had a calm expression. Although the might of the tree tide formation shook the mountains and abyss, it was still far from reaching the level of a "strategic shift" that would allow him to move forward courageously.