The sword tip, a final gift from Mr. Qin to Lin Zhao, the tip of the Confucian Sage's sword, Han Niu Sword!
On the verge of death, the tip of the Han Niu Sword actually awakened to save its master!
"Boom!"
A deafening sound, centered on the sword tip, instantly swept through the entire Qingliang Sect, and then the whole world. With the awakening of the sword tip, it seemed that a part of the Confucian Sage's divine power also manifested. wisps of imperial edict text continuously swirled around the sword tip, actually blocking Zhao Jingyu's finger strike with brute force.
And at this moment, with the awakening of the sword tip, a golden ripple swept across the entire world.
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Baidi City, Bailu Academy.
In the early morning, a group of "reading seeds" were doing their morning lessons. The sound of reading was loud and clear, but in an instant, the words on the bamboo slips in their hands became blurred one by one, and even disappeared. The students were all shocked and looked up at the old gentleman sitting in front of them: "Sir, why are the words on the bamboo slips..."
"Ah?!"
The old gentleman was also startled. He looked down at the bamboo slip in his hand. With his cultivation at the eleventh realm, he saw wisps of text carrying the true meaning of Confucianism flying out of the window, as if summoned by some power.
The entire academy, the entire Baidi City, and the bamboo slips piled up in the scholars' study rooms, all the words on them had vanished.
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At the end of the mountains and seas, amidst towering mountains, a palace of learning was connected by pavilions and towers for tens of miles.
Confucian Palace of Learning.
Inside the palace, a young man in a gray Confucian robe sat by the window, watching the words on the bookshelves behind him manifest and disappear one by one, turning into fine golden luster and heading towards a certain place. He frowned and said, "Sir, what is happening?"
"Alas..."
Outside the window, an old gentleman holding a blank bamboo slip sighed and said, "It's the method left by Junior Uncle Shi in the human world. If nothing unexpected happens, something must have happened to Junior Uncle Shi's only disciple."
"Ah?"
The young scholar stood up, frowning, "Did something happen to my Junior Uncle Shi Lin Zhao?"
"Ling Yu."
The old gentleman smiled and gently pressed his palm. "You don't need to be concerned. Junior Uncle Shi is a Confucian Sage, and his disciple is naturally extraordinary. Your most important task now is to prepare for the matter in the Great Shang Dynasty. It is rare for the Great Shang Dynasty to be willing to open the Imperial College and let the scholars of your generation serve as the Grand Sacrificial Officer. You must not disappoint your teacher!"
"But..."
The young scholar frowned.
His name was Gu Lingyu, at the twelfth realm.
The teacher, Zi Huai, was at the thirteenth realm.
Teacher Zi Huai was the senior disciple of Gu Zixi, and by seniority, he was the grand-disciple of the Confucian Sage Qin Suihan.
Gu Lingyu was Teacher Zi Huai's disciple, and by seniority, he was the grand-disciple of Qin Suihan's disciple.
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"Buzz~~~~"
Wisps of golden fine sand gathered from all directions. Lin Zhao was unable to move, his body in a posture of leaning back and about to fall. He could only watch as the sword tip left by his teacher contended with Zhao Jingyu's finger strike at the thirteenth realm.
The golden fine sand from all over the world grew more and more, and became denser and denser, eventually turning into wisps of Confucian text that manifested continuously. These texts swirled around the sword tip, constantly seeping into it, as if a sword tip had refined the true meaning of all texts in the world. This process lasted only a few seconds, and tens of thousands of texts seeped into the sword tip.
The next second, the sword tip pushed forward!
"Huh?!"
Zhao Jingyu was covered in cold sweat. He didn't understand what was happening before his eyes, but he felt as if he had experienced a life-and-death tribulation! As Zhao Jingyu focused his gaze, he saw what Lin Zhao could not see. The golden Confucian texts seeped into the sword tip one by one, causing the sword tip to drag backward, continuously extending and solidifying the missing parts of a sword. First, the blade, then the hilt, and finally the tassel wrapped with a jade pendant. The moment the entire sword's manifestation solidified, a hand suddenly grasped the hilt. As Zhao Jingyu looked up, he saw a faint golden figure holding the Han Niu Sword!
It was a middle-aged man in a gray and white Confucian robe, with an extremely elegant appearance and full of scholarly aura. At this moment, he tightly gripped the long sword and thrust it forward. His golden eyes even carried a hint of anger.
Who do you think you are, daring to bully my Qin Suihan's disciple?
However, Lin Zhao's cultivation realm was too low to see any of this. In his eyes, he could only see that sword tip pushing forward, forcing a great cultivator at the thirteenth realm to sweat profusely!
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Baidi City, Bailu Academy.
The texts that had just disappeared reappeared on the bamboo slips. The disappearance of the texts only lasted for a few seconds, and the students began to read aloud again. However, outside the academy, a group of deeply learned teachers came out, each looking astonished at what had happened. As they craned their necks to look, their swords suddenly hummed ominously!
"Ah?!"
A young teacher was startled and hurriedly tried to press down on the sword hilt, but where could he hold it down?
In an instant, swords flew out from the waists of these scholars, suspended in the sky, with their tips all pointing north, humming ominously, as if paying homage.
In the academy, an old gentleman looked at the trembling sword on his bookshelf. Immediately, the sword seemed to receive a warning from its owner's gaze and returned to silence.
In the Confucian Palace of Learning, countless swords also rose into the sky, pointing in a certain direction, and humming incessantly.
At this moment, the Confucian Sage's sword reappeared in the human world.
Below the Upper Five Realms, all gentleman's swords in the world paid homage!
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"Pfft—"
Qingliang Mountain, Ancestor Zhao Jingyu could no longer bear the incomparably majestic pressure of the Heavenly Way. This small sword tip actually contained a part of the Confucian Sage's essence. Qin Suihan, at his peak, was a genuine fourteenth realm cultivator. At the fourteenth realm, who dared to claim to be sure of victory against the Confucian Sage, except for the Martial Saint, who was both a military strategist and a sword cultivator?
Later, Qin Suihan's realm was reduced to the thirteenth, but he was still considered half a fourteenth realm, and some of the power of heaven and earth's imperial edicts remained.
Still at the thirteenth realm, how could he, Zhao Jingyu, a mere "paper" thirteenth realm, compare to Qin Suihan's peak thirteenth realm? Now, even though Qin Suihan was dead, a wisp of his remnant soul could still crush Zhao Jingyu.
"Plop!"
Zhao Jingyu leaned back and suddenly knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with horror: "Beg... beg for mercy..."
In the wind, the figure holding the sword tip gradually dissipated. Then, most of the body of the Han Niu Sword also disappeared into the wind, leaving only a sharp and gleaming sword tip.
"Ah?!"
Lin Zhao trembled. He never expected the tip of the Han Niu Sword to awaken so soon. He was only at level 98 now. Did this sword tip also sense his predicament? He reached out and grabbed it, easily holding the sword tip in his hand. But the moment he touched the sword tip, the surrounding people suddenly disappeared. The divine ability of the Han Niu Sword tip manifested, and Lin Zhao had already created a small world that belonged only to him.
Before his eyes, Zhao Jingyu, Zhao Sui Guang, Zhao Chu Qin, and others all disappeared, leaving only an empty Qingliang Mountain. This small world had forcefully encompassed the entire Qingliang Sect, how powerful it was!
"Huh?"
Lin Zhao suddenly frowned, his heart felt as if it had been squeezed. Within his own world, some karma was guiding him to certain places. So, holding the sword tip, Lin Zhao's body soared into the air, flew past the Cheng Lu Terrace, and a short distance above was a magnificent palace complex, which was the Ancestral Hall of the Qingliang Sect. When Lin Zhao flew past the Ancestral Hall and came to the back mountain, he saw a huge pit in the back mountain of the Qingliang Sect.
The Hidden Dragon Abyss, a forbidden area of the Qingliang Sect, where no living person was allowed to enter.
But at this moment, this world was Lin Zhao's small world, so he gracefully stepped into the Hidden Dragon Abyss, and a surge of scorching hot air rushed towards him. A reddened pillar stood deep in the Hidden Dragon Abyss. The pillar was carved with images of coiled dragons, and also, chains were wrapped around this pillar that looked full of demonic energy.
The Coiled Dragon Pillar, a high-grade magical artifact in the Hidden Dragon Abyss!
Lin Zhao looked down, and saw the Coiled Dragon Pillar rooted deep in the mountain. He didn't know whose masterpiece it was, but it had drawn out wisps of earth fire flames to scorch the coiled dragon, turning the entire Coiled Dragon Pillar red. At this moment, thick and heavy chains were coiled around the Coiled Dragon Pillar, intertwined, binding a person to the pillar. That person was imprisoned on the Coiled Dragon Pillar, his expression weary, his head askew, his beard and hair white. The demonic energy within his body was being continuously drawn out along the Coiled Dragon Pillar, and then a large underground formation was operating with roaring demonic energy, converting the demonic energy into the heavenly qi and fortune of the entire Qingliang Sect.
That person was very familiar.
Lin Zhao floated down, and when he was less than ten meters away from that person, he could clearly see his true appearance.
"Old Huang..."
Lin Zhao's voice trembled, and he almost burst into tears.
The person imprisoned in the Hidden Dragon Abyss was actually Huang Tingyu from the Snow Region Heavenly Pool back then!
Huang Tingyu had disappeared for a hundred years. No one would have thought that he would be imprisoned in the back mountain of the Qingliang Sect!
Moreover, Huang Tingyu was still at the twelfth realm. Why was his realm stagnant? Because his cultivation foundation had been continuously absorbed for a hundred years and converted into the qi and fortune of the Qingliang Sect. This explained why many sects in the world only had one or two cultivators in the Upper Five Realms, which was already remarkable, while the Qingliang Sect possessed a thirteenth realm, a twelfth realm, and two eleventh realms. This was inherently unreasonable.
"Old Huang!"
In the small world, Lin Zhao's shout seemed to be inaudible to Huang Tingyu.
"Old Huang!"
Lin Zhao cried out hoarsely, tears streaming down his face, crying, "Lin Zhao vows that in this life, he will return to the Qingliang Sect and bring you home!"
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"Swish!"
A ray of light flashed before his eyes, and the sword tip flew into the Sword Containing Lake. Lin Zhao remained standing in place. Around him, a group of Qingliang Sect disciples looked at Lin Zhao with ferocity, wishing they could tear him to pieces immediately.
"Enough..."
Zhao Jingyu stood up, his face pale, and clasped his fists at Lin Zhao. "Enemies should be reconciled, not at odds. Young hero in white, you have cursed enough today, and you have fought enough. Why not let it go at this point?"
"Let it go?"
Lin Zhao frowned, clasped his fists, and said, "My visit to the Qingliang Sect ends today, but I will return again soon!"
"Good!"
Zhao Jingyu sneered, "Our Qingliang Sect will always welcome the young hero's visit!"
Lin Zhao rode his horse down the mountain. Although his heart was full of rage, he was powerless. This deep-seated blood feud could only be endured for now.
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Back mountain, Hidden Dragon Abyss.
Huang Tingyu's entire spiritual void was scorched red. The little demonic energy he had managed to accumulate was once again extracted and refined. But at this moment, after waiting for a hundred years, he finally got his answer. This twelfth realm demon immortal, though battered and bruised, smiled wryly, "Lin Zhao... go home... Old Huang is going home..."