Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Zhao Xiaoyu grinned and said, “Sure why not, looks like you do not need my escorting anymore. Four years from today, we shall meet at Mount Jimo. At the time, you have to help me snatch that position of Daluo Saintess, or else I will go after you in Qing Xuan and let your little disciples know how you abandon this weak little lady here.”

Shen Lian’s face dropped. Even Ruoxi stole a laugh. This Sister Zhao was so difficult to deal with. Looks like uncle cannot do anything about her either.

Shen Lian waved, “I will be there. Four years from today, Mount Jimo, see you for sure.”

Zhao Xiaoyu stared at Shen Lian with her pretty eyes and then disappeared with the clouds while she ascended into heavens. Shen Lian was rather stunned that she left just like that.

Ruoxi said cheerfully, “Uncle, are we going to see your sect now?”

Shen Lian brushed her hair. This child’s long hair had reached waist level, so black and shiny, which would require his help to tidy her up now that Zhao Xiaoyu had left. He whispered, “That is now uncle’s sect. It is your sect well. From now on, Qing Xuan will be your sect.”

Ruoxi seemed to understand and not. She nodded and felt assured because she had Shen Lian by her side.

Even though Shen Lian told her of the things that happened to herself, but she would need to experience a lot of the worlds turbulent times to fully understand it.

In fact, Shen Lian hoped that she did not understand this much. Grudge would not bring happiness but only hurt herself.

Of course, after Ruoxi was taken away by him, it did not cut off her ties with Taisu completely. If she needed to resolve the hidden injury caused by The Synchronized Heart Mantra of Taisu, the opportunity would appear to Fairy Tianmeng. After all, it was better for the doer to undo what he has done.

He would pass on his lifetime’s worth of cultivation to Ruoxi, and do his best to help her find the solution to this hidden sickness, but the final trials would require her own efforts to overcome.

Shen Lian said, “Remember this Ruoxi, if there is will, there is a way. If you give up yourself, that way will disappear.”

“I will keep this in mind, uncle.”

Shen Lian did not return to Mount Qing Xuan immediately, as he detoured to Qingjiang Sword Sect.

Qingjiang Sword Sect only had a mountain peak, after the time when it incurred heavy losses under the furious attacks of Huang Longzi. Entering autumn, the whole mountain was covered in blood red maple leaves, floating along the rivers, dying the rivers red, as the remnants of last battle still remained.

A huge waterfall was vaguely visible, shooting down from high ground majestically. This was when Huang Longzi hit the mountain and formed a waterfall by hitting the water vein. Every time the people of Qingjiang Sword sect saw that waterfall, it sounded and looked like the growling of the souls of the deceased.

Thirty-three sword-wielding Daoists below the waterfall, saw a man walking down from heaven as he stepped on the clouds, holding an eleven twelve years old girl. He looked like a flying fairy from the heavens who descended with his fairy girl. The gushing wind and the vapor from the waterfalls refracted the sunlight and formed a rainbow, adding the mystical feel to it.

Their leader was Zuo Shaoqing. He led his followers to bow at Shen Lian respectfully.

“We sincerely welcome Zhenren Shen.”

Even as cold swordsmen, they could not hide their excitement to welcome this Daoist Grandmaster who was one of the closest to achieving the realms of the gods.

Shen Lian and Ruoxi slowly descended to the ground, virtually supporting themselves. As their sleeves flowed, a gentle force could be felt by these thirty-three swordsmen. They subconsciously helped themselves up.

This subtle move showed the extremely accurate control of mana.

They looked at each other with a shocked face and impressed with Shen Lian at the same time.

It was such a rare sight to see Zhenren Shen no older than fifty years old but in possession of such unfathomable prowess.

“Everyone please spare the formalities. We are all pursuers of Dao, you can just consider me as a cultivator who is a few steps ahead of you. That’s all,” Shen Lian’s gentle gave them a refreshing feeling.

They looked at each other again and nodded in unison.

Shen Lian said to Zuo Shaoqing, “Shaoqing, you are such an energetic man. Last time I had you be my sword servant because of the wager. That was so belittling to you. Now I shall pronounce this wager contract void and you are a free man.

Zuo Shaoqing’s eyes almost filled with tears and said, “I have learned a lot from you, I do not feel belittled even by a bit. I still want to serve you as your sword servant.”

Shen Lian laughed, “Don’t be foolish. A real sword cultivator must have their sharp aura. Right, how come I don’t see anyone else in the mountains?”

Zuo Shaoqing’s face turned as his voice sunk, “Since that day, the disciples of our Qingjiang Sword Sect were badly injured. Many of us had our Dao base damaged and can no longer continue with our cultivation. So attending leader Jiang made the decision to bring them back to the mortal world and settle their lives there. Now only thirty-three of us is left here.”

Shen Lian asked, “Where is Swordsman Meng then?”

Once he asked this, all the disciples of Qingjing Sword Sect, including Zuo Shaoqing could not hide their humiliated blush.

Finally, Zuo Shaoqing confessed, “Our teacher has taken the ancient teacher’s handwritten True Wandering Light Sword codex and the Milky Way Swordsmanship and gave to someone from Guangqing called Qingwei. He even caused the death of our Chief and surrendered to Guangqing.”

Shen Lian sighed, “So that is why I saw a bruise stain between your eyes and your mana stunted. I thought you have not recovered from your old wounds, but you actually got hurt by your teacher?”

Zuo Shaoqing remained silent.

Shen Lian knew very well, that no matter how clumsy this Meng Xunzhen was, he would not rebel against his teacher and ancestor. It seemed that the so-called Qingwei was actually Yanxu, because only his incarnation tricks could violate a person’s heart and turn Meng Xunzhen, a sword cultivator at Buxu level, into his puppet.

Shen Lian obtained the Milky Way Swordsmanship from Meng Xunzhen, so it was not unusual for them to have copies. Shen Lian presumed that Yanxu wanted to use the Milky Way Swordsmanship to go against himself.

Shen Lian was able to master the Milky Way Swordsmanship also because Bao Shaoliu showed him the linen filled with illustration.

Initially, he thought that the linen looked rather interesting. Only when he saw the Milky Way Swordsmanship, then only he understood that the linen was illustrating its summary. If not for his ability of remembering everything he saw, he would not have figured out the mysteries of this Milky Way Swordsmanship. Even so, he only read them hastily, so this swordsmanship still had many unsolved riddles.

He might know Yanxu’s identity, but he could not reveal it. Afterall Guangqing Celestial Sect would never believe him. At most, they would spread some rumors, but this Yanxu must have his plot to stay in Guangqing, which would be a bad thing for Shen Lian.

Zuo Shaoqing and the group led Shen Lian and Ruoxi to the top of the waterfall, where the Sword Palace was concealed by the forest woods.