Chapter 5: The Change of Shu Mountain (Part 1)

  After half a day's journey, they finally returned to Shu Mountain in the evening.

  Yang had just returned to Shu Mountain when he received a message from Gui Fu and hurried to Jianchi.

  As soon as he entered the sword casting arena, Gui Fu took him to the sword casting platform, and Yang suddenly found that the water in the sword pool, which was originally crystal clear, had turned dark and murky.

  Legend has it that this sword pool is the spiritual stone water that leaked out of the molten rock when the ancient goddess Nüwa was repairing the sky, dripping onto Mount Shu and forming a spring that flows endlessly.

  Yi Yuan was young when he passed by this place and discovered the spring. He forged the Taiqing Sword, a divine weapon, beside the spring water. In his middle age, he came here to establish the Shu Mountain Sect and sank the Taiqing Sword into the bottom of the pool as the foundation of the sect's mountain-protecting array.

  In the over 3,000-year history of Mount Shu Sect, the darkening of the Sword Pool's water has occurred no more than ten times. Each time it was a harbinger of disaster for Mount Shu Sect. The first occurrence was when Patriarch Yi Yuan sealed away the Demon King with his divine soul, and another instance was when the 18th generation sect master Lei Wang fell at the hands of Mo Jie from the Cold Sect, nearly causing Mount Shu Sect to lose its stronghold...

  "Two days ago, I was tempering the sword tip, when a purple gas emerged from the sword tip and drilled into the water column, turning into a black streak that rushed straight to the Palm Hall. Ghost Axe saw Yang You, furrowed his brow and said: 'The long sword has also lost its balance of ice and fire because of this, now I can only seal the chill of the eighth-grade cold iron, downgrading the long sword to an extreme-quality Xuanbing. When you find that purple gas and merge it back into the long sword, it will return to being a divine weapon."

  "What's wrong with Master?" Yang asked anxiously, having only heard this much. Having been taught by Pang Zhongtian for ten years, he was like a father to him, so he didn't even mind whether the Long Sword could become a divine weapon, and instead asked about his master's situation.

  Gui Fu heard this and slightly shook his head, saying:

  "Six days ago, the sect leader was practicing his skills when he was invaded by a purple evil energy and suffered serious injuries. Now, all four elders in the back mountain are treating the sect leader's wounds. All the major and minor affairs of Shu Shan Sect are being handled by Zhang Yi."

  Yang's expression turned solemn upon hearing this. Zhang Yi was a master of the Shu Mountain Sect, second only to Pang Zhongtian in terms of cultivation. However, he had a cunning nature and never got along with his master, Pang Zhongtian. This time, when his master was injured during meditation, Zhang Yi took over as acting leader to handle affairs, Yang secretly made up his mind that he couldn't let Zhang Yi take advantage of the situation to seize power.

  Yang You pushed open the door lightly and returned to this room that he had not seen for over a month. This was the room where Yang You had lived since he joined Mount Shu, and he had been living here for more than nine years. Nine years ago, his master had rescued him from Guanmen Valley in Jingzhou, and all of his memories before the age of ten were gone.

  Yang didn't know who his biological parents were, and the name Yang Guo was given to him by his master, with the hope that he would not seek merit but avoid fault. At the time, he only had a wooden plaque on his body with an ancient seal carved on it.

  Yang took out a wooden plaque from his bosom, which was two inches wide and three inches long, about the thickness of a finger. The front of the wooden plaque was very plain, with no decorative patterns, and in the center were engraved the two ancient seal characters "Seven Swords".

  On the back, a sword mark crosses the wooden sign.

  This is the wooden plaque that Yang Wugou has been carrying with him since he was a child. This wooden plaque looks ordinary, but it's absolutely extraordinary. Yang Wugou tried all sorts of methods to damage it, but not even the slightest mark could be left on it, including the Heaven's Authority Elder's top-grade Xuanbing sword, Lüo Sword.

  But the wooden sign itself has a sword mark, what kind of Xuanbing can achieve that?

  There is only one answer: Divine Soldier!

  Yang infused spiritual energy into his hand, and the wooden sign slowly floated out with four characters: Seven Stars Sword Spectrum.

  Yang's thoughts stirred slightly, and those four characters disappeared before his eyes, replaced by a smaller piece of text:

  The greatest thing under the heavens is the sun, and after the sun comes the stars and moon. Although the light of the moon can cover the stars from afar, the power gathered by the stars filling the entire sky far surpasses that of the moon. The heavens have the seven-star Big Dipper, so I took its seven-star transformations as a wonder, creating this Seven-Star Sword Manual. Once mastered, it can summon the power of the celestial stars for one's own use, and when wielded, no army can match it.

  I chanced upon this manual in a wooden hut one day and was overjoyed. However, this sword manual is incredibly exquisite and far beyond what our generation can handle. Even if I spent my entire life studying it, I wouldn't be able to fully comprehend its entirety. Nevertheless, it's enough to dominate the Xuanxu realm, roaming freely for decades without meeting a worthy opponent. As I'm about to ascend to the immortal realm soon, I've decided to transcribe this sword manual, hoping that someone with affinity will obtain it, practice it, and master it, thus alleviating my lifelong regret.

  The Book of the Human Sword

  Yang slowly withdrew his spiritual energy, and the text disappeared. It transformed back into an ordinary yet extraordinary wooden sign.

  Yang had only broken through to the fourth layer of spiritual power three months ago, and unintentionally infused his spiritual energy into the wooden sign to see the words inside. This wooden sign, in addition to being indestructible, also recorded a powerful attacking mystical technique. He can currently only cultivate the first layer of the technique, but with just the first two moves, he defeated Leng Wuyi, whose cultivation was one layer higher than his.

  But before him, Master Pong Zhongtian had also tried to inject spiritual energy, but to no avail. What did this wooden plaque represent? Yang didn't know, but he knew that this wooden plaque was closely linked to his own life.

  When Yang was still studying the origin of the wooden board, a melodious flute sound entered his ears.

  Yang followed the sound of the flute and arrived in front of Wàng Yuè Yá. A young Taoist priest wearing a yellow robe, holding a horizontal flute, played towards the full moon. The flute sound was long and sorrowful, as if it contained immense sadness.

  The flute's sound was sometimes low and mournful, sometimes high and shrill, stirring Yang Guo's soul.

  As soon as the music stopped, Luo Man turned around, his eyes slightly red but trying to appear nonchalant, saying: "My humble skills are laughable, Brother Yang must be amused."

  Yang looked at Luo Man's slightly red eyes and shook his head with a bitter smile: "Brother Luo's flute sound is melodious and lingering, moving people to tears, Yang can't help but admire it."

  Luo Man heard this and sighed: "Alas... Yang brother, we two can be considered as friends who have been through life and death together, I won't hide it from you."

  He paused for a moment, then continued:

  "My family was originally a wealthy household in Suzhou, my father was a merchant. Five years ago, my father accidentally obtained a Night Pearl in northern Shaanxi. For some reason, the news leaked out and a black-robed man with an evil aura descended from the sky, not only taking away the Night Pearl but also brutally killing eighty-three people in our Luo family, including the guards, maids, and servants, except for me. Even my fourteen-year-old sister was not spared!"

  At this point, Luo Man gritted his teeth and glared at the black-robed man with a look of extreme hatred.

  "This flute is called 'Jade Flute's Lament', it was taught to me by the immortal who rescued me from the Black Robed Men, and can alleviate the pain in one's heart. After staying with that immortal for three days, I joined the Mao Shan Sect and became a disciple of the Mao Shan Taoist."

  Luo Man let out a long sigh after finishing his story, looked up at the full moon and stroked the horizontal flute in his hand.

  Shu Mountain gazes at the moon cliff, under a hundred-year-old pine tree, a young man in white robes leans against the trunk, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky. Not far from the edge of the cliff, a Taoist priest in yellow robes stands with his hands behind his back, his right hand tightly grasping a long flute, also looking up at the bright moon.

  Two people stood quietly at the edge of the cliff, gazing up at the starry sky and the bright moon, their worries gradually fading away.

  The next day, Deputy Master Zhang Yi went down the mountain to handle affairs, and the matters of Shu Mountain were handed over to Zhuge Mo.

  Zhang Yi carried a burden on his back, rushing for half a day, and arrived at the foot of Hangzhou City. He paused slightly at the city gate, then darted to the right, his speed was unbelievable.

  After Zhang Yi's figure disappeared for a while, two men in black robes appeared at the city gate and chased after Zhang Yi to the right.

  After those two men in black robes left, Zhang Yi appeared at the city gate again. He looked in the direction of the two men in black robes, let out a cold snort and flew off to the left.

  "Haha... as expected of Huo Hu, those two little rabbits have been led into the tiger's mouth." After Zhang Yi disappeared, a man who looked like an official appeared on the city wall.

  To the right of Hangzhou's West City Gate, a small path leads straight ahead. The willow trees on both sides are lush and green, with sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground. Two men in black robes follow Zhang Yi's footprints, hastening forward at a rapid pace.

  They had been ordered to follow Zhang Yi from Shu. As a master who had reached the seventh layer of spiritual power, how could two low-level demons with only four layers of spiritual power possibly follow him from Shu to Hangzhou? All of this was just Zhang Yi intentionally luring them here, and these two poor demons were still completely unaware.

  Two men in black robes were walking quickly on the road, when suddenly a melodious flute sound came from the side of the road. The two immediately stopped their footsteps. Following the sound of the flute, an old man wearing a conical hat and a raincoat was sitting by the lake playing the flute, with a fishing rod inserted beside him. On such a sunny day, he was still wearing a conical hat and a raincoat, this old man was really strange.

  The two of them were unknowingly drawn in by the flute's melody, slowly walking towards the old man. After a short while, the two gradually felt their minds becoming disordered, the energy in their dantian seemingly unable to rise, and the spiritual power on their bodies seemed to be slowly drained away.

  The two of them exchanged a glance and knew it was because of the flute sound, and they couldn't help but get extremely angry, their demonic nature rising up. However, they knew they had a mission at hand and shouldn't clash with others. Suppressing their anger, one of them asked in a cold voice: "Who are you? Why did you use the flute sound to attack us?"

  The old man still had his back to the two, and the flute sound did not stop. He only lightly sighed: "You two have mistakenly entered a demonic path, fortunately you haven't fallen too deeply. If from now on you put down your butcher knives, perhaps you can return to the right path and bring blessings to the world."

  The two men locked eyes and simultaneously let out a loud shout, drawing their waist knives and charging towards the old man. The old man still turned his head back, seemingly unaware of everything behind him.

  But in an instant, the waist knives of the two men in black robes were only a foot away from the old man's back. The two men in black robes were about to succeed, and they couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile on their faces.

  Just then, the smile on their faces stiffened, and their waist knives were just one foot behind the old man's back, unable to move forward. On the left chest of both of them, there was a small wound, but this wound was really too small, so small that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

  "Bang, bang!" Two bodies crashed to the ground. Along with these two muffled sounds, there was a crisp "splash" sound, which was the fishing hook falling into the water. The fishing hook was stained with fresh blood, immediately attracting a school of fish to feed on it.

  Looking at the fish competing for food, the old man stroked his beard and said leisurely: "Originally, I had given you a chance to escape, but unfortunately, your nature remains unchanged."

  And at this moment, the flute sound seemed to have just stopped.

  Outside the west gate of Hangzhou, on the left side, there is a small mountain over 100 meters high. Zhang Yi fled into the mountains and forests, turning left and right from time to time. After a while, after passing through a bamboo forest, he arrived at an open place.

  In the empty space, a wooden house stood quietly in the middle, not looking out of place at all, as if it had always been part of the mountain.

  At this time, a middle-aged Taoist walked out of the wooden house and disappeared in a flash into the bamboo forest. He didn't see Zhang Yi, but Zhang Yi saw him.

  He is the second master of Taiji Temple, the second door of Zhongyuan - Kongxin Daochang, whose cultivation is only inferior to Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of Taiji Temple.

  Zhang Yi walked up to the wooden hut and gently pushed open the slightly ajar bamboo door.

  "You've finally arrived, take a seat." A hoarse voice sounded.

  Zhang Yi glanced at the old man in the host seat and seemed to recognize him without surprise. He untied his bundle and sat down in the guest seat.

  "It's been over a decade since we last met, what brings you here?" the old man asked.

  Zhang Yi untied his bundle and took out a jade seal from inside, handing it over to the old man.

  The old man took over the jade seal and looked at it. His face changed greatly, and he stared at Zhang Yi, asking word by word: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

  "Now is my best chance!"

  The old man returned the soft mud to Zhang Yi and shook his head, saying: "Go to Hangzhou West City San Xiang to find Old Fourth, everything depends on your fate."

  Zhang Yi finished listening, folded his bundle well, and was about to turn around and leave. The old man said a sentence as he went out the door: "This life you won't have the opportunity to sit in that position again, but you can decide who the next one is. Make good use of it, don't fall into the wrong vortex again."

  Zhang Yi heard this and hesitated for a moment before pushing open the wooden door and going down the mountain.

  The wooden door was still swaying, and the old man sitting in the wooden house muttered to himself: "That's all I can see now, this world is getting faster and faster, and I'm getting more and more inaccurate."

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