Demon Sword Immortal

Pei Jian's expression hardened.

"The world is a natural law, where the strong prey on the weak!"

"The weak are born with sins! If they have a humble attitude, they can survive, but if they still cannot recognize the situation and have the mentality of the strong, wanting to be arrogant and pretentious, then their fate will be the same as the Bai family, utterly destroyed!"

“But Father…” Pei Xuan frowned slightly, “I’ve heard that Bai Xiang seems to have established connections with several officials…”

“Hey↓↘↗!” Pei Jian raised his hand, his smile growing even brighter.

"How could your father not know about this?"

"You can tell from how many people are supporting the sword fight that these matters aren't up to Lord Xu and his group to decide—"

"Does Father mean that by doing this, we're offering ourselves as a pledge of allegiance to the other side?"

The boy's eyes shone brightly.

"Has the 'New Affairs Faction' ultimately won in the imperial court?"

"It cannot be said, it cannot be said..."

Pei Jian stroked his beard with a smile, keeping his son in suspense.

Bang-dang——! ! !

A loud bang suddenly erupted outside.

Pei Jian's hand trembled, and he plucked a few long, soft hairs.

"……who is it!?"

Anger rose within him. Pei Jian gripped the long sword at his waist and strode into the training ground. He saw that half of the gate, made of fine wood, was leaning to one side, while the other half lay pitifully on the ground.

The disciples were astonished, and a crowd of people outside the door stared in disbelief.

A white-haired girl with a ponytail, wearing a black bodysuit and tactical protective gear on her chest and joints, stood inside the gate, bowing to them across the hundreds of disciples on the training ground.

"God's White Thoughts".

"Please, Master Pei, draw your sword."

Chapter Four: Sweep

Shen Mingbai thought... was she the adopted daughter that Bai Shengju took back?

When Bai Xiang announced her name, many onlookers immediately realized why she had come.

Not only that, but there are also those who clearly understand cause and effect who give explanations to those who don't.

"It's about the sword fight tomorrow..."

"Pei Jian sees that someone is down on their luck and wants to kick them while they're down..."

"Excessive? But that's how it is in Kendo... You have to fight for the limelight and fame. If you don't fight for it, who will give you their disciple?"

"Without disciples, there's no money. If you have neither money nor fame, what kind of dojo can you possibly run with just a sword?!"

Because the gate was broken, Pei Jian could directly see the scene of the crowd discussing outside.

In particular, he saw a person carrying a camera standing at the front of the line, aiming at the dilapidated gate and taking close-up shots under the direction of a female reporter wearing glasses!

Such a loss of composure...utterly devoid of elegance!

Just a junior!

Outrageous!

Pei Jian's years of cultivating inner strength were crumbling. He felt a surge of heat rush to his head and pointed at Bai Xiang with his finger: "Go...throw her out of here!!"

Bai Xiang was exceptionally beautiful and had a remarkable figure, and some of the older disciples in the training ground had long been eager to try their skills. Now that they had received the Dao Lord's order, they didn't delay any longer and immediately rushed forward with more than a dozen people, brandishing wooden swords, intending to "teach" this aloof and pretty girl a lesson with blunt weapons first.

The man at the head of the group stared at Bai Xiang's waist, which was bulging out of her tight-fitting battle suit, with a bizarre look in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Since you're here, little sister, don't leave. Why don't you try our specially made 'Mingyu Frost'?"

The smile on his face froze as soon as he finished speaking.

Bai raised his right hand and gripped the sword blade.

With a single strike, the sword appeared as if drawn from its sheath, a pure white blade of light so bright that even the natural environment seemed to dim in comparison. A sharp buzzing sound reached the ears of everyone watching the situation.

"what!"

"Whoa...!"

Bai wanted to use the 'Sword Shaking Technique'. He stood still without moving an inch, and invisible sword energy spontaneously rippled around his body. Not only did it send the surrounding disciples flying, but it also cut deep marks in the surrounding cement ground out of thin air.

A violent storm is raging!

The sword energy danced wildly, like a gale of force eight. Streams of sword energy mixed in the storm and precisely swept past the first batch of disciples, severing their hands and legs at the root, turning them into human stumps that crashed to the ground.

"My hands...my legs...!"

"My legs are gone? Wow~~~"

"you--!"

Upon seeing this, Pei Jian's eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared, "You are so vicious!"

"Master Pei has already made his choice, so why should he be stingy with the cost of this medicine?" Bai Xiang walked towards him with his sword, speaking coldly as he went. "If Master Pei really gets what he wants, with his newfound favor, it wouldn't be difficult to replace their bodies with mechanical prosthetics, would it?"

How did she figure that out?

Pei Jian broke out in a cold sweat, his hot blood cooled rapidly, and his mind began to clear.

Looking back at the battle now, those "sword energies" were not something an ordinary disciple could use. Only someone who had mastered sword forging, or even approached the condensation stage, and could slightly utilize the demonic energy and power provided by the demon pool within the sword, could do it!

Shenming Bai thought... How could someone her age be so strong?

Pei Jian himself was only at the Divine Harmony Realm, and he didn't know if he would ever have the chance to reach the Perfection of the Six Harmonies Realm in this lifetime. After witnessing Bai Xiang's combat power, he had already begun to back down and wanted to find a way to resolve the conflict.

"I, Pei Jian, admit defeat!" he said bluntly, his whole body shrinking instantly, his shoulders hunching, and his head bowed slightly. "Please, Miss Xiang, show mercy!"

Bai Xiang paused, looked up to meet Pei Jian's gaze, and said, "If I were in the same position as Daoist Pei, what would Daoist Pei choose?"

"This……"

Pei Jian remained silent.

you still need to ask?

He's not a child, how could he be so sentimental!

When enemies are formed in the underworld, they will seize any opportunity to crush each other.

Otherwise, why should everyone follow Bai Shengju's example? Killing the old and not the young, which led to the previous passive situation?

He's not stupid!

But how can I say that?

"I also cannot make things difficult for Master Pei."

Bai Xiang raised his sword and held it upright in front of him. His bright face was divided into two halves by the blade when viewed from the front.

"As long as Master Pei makes a concession, that will suffice."

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, the storm returned. Violent sword energy swirled around him, whipping Bai Xiang's hair wildly!

Everyone could clearly see that the "sword energy" gathered around her out of thin air, forming a phantom image of a cicada demon in the daylight. Its pair of gorgeous and dazzling transparent cicada wings trembled rapidly, emitting a "divine cry" along with the sword blade!

boom!

For those disciples who were looking directly at Bai Xiang at close range, the world seemed to change color at that moment.

All the scenery shrank infinitely, and the only sound in the world was the chirping of cicadas, as if I had been transported from September back to the sweltering heat of summer!

"..." Pei Jian saw her gathering such power, turned around, and glanced at the 'seat hall' behind him.

The main hall is the most prominent feature of almost all Buddhist temples.

The same applies to Huanxi Sword Dojo. In addition to the ancestral master's tablet enshrined in the main hall, there is also a plaque with the words "Dojo" hanging on the door frame, which was written by Pei Jian's grandfather's generation.

She...she asked me to 'give in'?

So what she meant was...

Pei Jian didn't want to give in!

How could we possibly give that up! How could we possibly give that up?

However, Bai Xiang remained silent, only condensing more and more Qi, making it increasingly refined.

Finally, the storm subsided, and all the sword energy was condensed and attached to the 'Heaven of Non-Thoughts'. Only the 'Divine Cry' grew louder and louder! It could be clearly heard even outside!

Standing before such a sharp blade, using one's body to block the sword from the seat, truly requires great courage.

Pei Jian held on for a full five seconds before staggering and falling away—his true self couldn't withstand the terror of life and death, driven by instinct to escape.

The moment he fell, Bai Xiang drew his sword.

She raised her left arm forward and slashed vertically forward with her right hand, sword in hand. A thin line appeared out of thin air beneath her feet and shot straight toward the hall.

Pei Jian lay sprawled to the side, his eyes filled with despair. Just then, his youngest son, Pei Xuan, roared, "How dare you!"

After shouting, he rushed forward with a flushed face, and then—froze on the spot, sword and all.

"Xuan'er—!!!"

Pei Jian let out a desperate wail.

He saw it: the thin line went straight through Pei Xuan, splitting the entire hall in the middle in the blink of an eye, even the plaque was broken into two pieces and fell down, the cut in the middle was perfectly smooth!

"Xuan'er... Xuan'er...!?"

Pei Jian disregarded the hall and crawled over to hug his son, stroking his face.

"Father! Father! I'm alright!"

Pei Xuan was truly unharmed. He was also surprised that he had survived. He raised the longsword in his hand to check, only to find that the blade was now only half intact.

How could I survive this?

Did that sword just bypass me?

The boy was still puzzled, but Pei Jian suddenly realized what was going on and pulled him to kneel down together.

"Thank you, Miss Xiang!"

They lay prostrate on the ground, and when they got up again, the two only saw Bai Xiang step out of the threshold and disappear with her ponytail swinging.

Ugh……

Pei Jian sighed.

He knew that after this calamity, the reputation of Huanxi Sword Dao would inevitably plummet.

But he still has hope.

After his period of despair, he finally turned his attention to his beloved son.

Having lost and then regained his child, his state of mind was completely different. He no longer cared about seeking revenge against Bai Xiang, but only wanted to devote everything to his child and be content watching him grow up.

Pei Jian had no idea that what was happening here was just the beginning.

Half an hour later, a sharp cry suddenly came from the dojo of Jiyu Sword Path on Beichen Road, followed by a loud bang and screams. Jiyu Sword Path's main hall collapsed in the dust!

Another forty minutes passed. On Dongma Road, Feiyu Sword Path, and in the surrounding streets, the chirping of cicadas could be heard. Some curious onlookers went to watch. Not only did they witness the Feiyu Sword Path's leader being beheaded, but some also saw the Path Master Jiang Qian having his limbs cut off and being thrown out of the wall, landing on the street like a dead dog.

There's also the White Crane Sword Style... the Green Rice Sword Style... the Autumn Fire Sword Style... the Sky-Severing Sword Style...

For most of the morning and into noon, Bai Xiang single-handedly slashed through the Red Dragon with his sword, cutting down and sweeping all the way, demolishing the halls of seven dojos in one go, and the entire process was clearly filmed by the film crew.

Finally, she stood in front of the camera in the ruins of the Broken Void Dojo, wiping the blade of her sword as she said, "I hope this lesson will be remembered by some people."

"Provoking the God of Cry."

"There is only one outcome: defeat and destruction."

Chapter Five: Courtesy

In the afternoon, riding in a golden car, Bai Xiang was taken back to the foot of the dojo by the news van.

"This is my number... Do you want it?"