Chapter 26: Longshu Town

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  Sword Peak

  Within a few days, except for Lieyang Peak's Master Mingyang, the other eight peak masters came one by one, including the sect leader who personally descended once. However, after seeing Qitian, he didn't say much and left after exchanging a few casual words with Master Mingshen.

  For half a month, Jianfeng was as calm as water. During this time, Qitian and Yunfei had descended from Jianfeng once, but surprisingly, although the disciples of the Eight Veins still pointed and whispered to each other, no one blocked their way again.

  The state of mind has changed, and these things are no longer important. At this moment, he looks at this Xian Dao world with a different gaze.

  In the purple bamboo forest, auspicious energy fills the air, with purple mist rising. This is a blessed land of immortals, where spiritual energy is dense and life force is abundant. Under a single stalk of purple bamboo, he sits cross-legged, his entire body radiating pure golden light, with faint, intangible wisps of sharp energy emanating from him, causing the surrounding air to ripple with subtle waves.

  In the dantian, the primordial sword energy shuttles back and forth within a square inch of the Daoist aperture. The primordial sword energy, as thick as an arm, is flawless and unblemished, crystal clear and translucent, with a brilliant golden aura spreading throughout its body. In the center of this golden aura, there is also a strand as fine as silk, like molten gold cast into the primordial sword energy. This strand of primordial sword energy is the last thread of primordial sword energy that maintains the Xuanjian Upper Person's sword body from being destroyed. Unfortunately, although it has merged with Qitian's primordial sword energy, Qitian cannot control it and can only slowly refine it as his cultivation increases.

  A purple bamboo sword lay across his knees, a palm-sized piece of spiritual stone that shone with a faint golden aura was grasped in Qitian's hand. The pre-heavenly sword energy devoured it, pure and dense, almost infinite golden spiritual energy flowed into the dantian, following the movement of the sword classics, along the 96th meridian, only then did he see a large golden gate shining brightly.

  Pfft——

  The congenital sword energy beheaded and chopped, the Golden Gate responded with a loud noise and shattered. The sky and earth were filled with golden seas, and a golden spring fell down, swallowed by Zhang's mouth that was open to the sky.

  "It's all over."

  Opening his eyes, two pure golden yin-yang fish flashed by, and Qi Tian lightly exhaled a breath. He looked at the mid-grade Golden Spirit Stone in his hand. The mid-grade Golden Spirit Stone indeed contained terrifying spiritual energy. One piece of mid-grade spirit stone was equivalent to one hundred pieces of low-grade spirit stones. Now that twenty days had passed, with the help of this mid-grade Golden Spirit Stone, Qi Tian not only recovered the golden spring that he had exhausted from breaking through the 77th Dao aperture, but also broke through the 20th Dao aperture in one go.

  Ninety-seven paths of the Dao are open, and the thirty-six paths of the gourd's aperture are complete. It won't be long before the spiritual gourd sheds its mortal skin, and that will be when he achieves his sword energy.

  He put the Golden Ling Stone into his bosom, and gently stroked the Purple Bamboo Sword. The Purple Bamboo Sword hummed softly, its body seemed to have a flowing water light, with a faint purple glow, and a hint of golden light was vaguely visible within it. After being tempered by Qitian's innate sword energy every day, even if it hadn't merged with other Taoist materials, the Purple Bamboo Sword had greatly increased in spirituality and had a tendency to evolve. Qitian believed that on the day he achieved his sword energy, it would be the time when the Purple Bamboo Sword evolved into a fourth-grade Taoist sword.

  She stood up, her fingers aligned with the sky and formed a sword shape. She lightly stabbed at the void, and a sword hum filled the air.

  Xuanjian Upper Person can rely on the pre-heavenly sword energy to make the sword bone last for 5,000 years without decay. Now, the powerfulness of Qitian's flesh body is gradually manifesting, vaguely, with a sharp aura merging into the muscles and bones of the flesh body, the flesh body is transforming towards a true sword body.

  He picked up the wine gourd at his waist and took a few big gulps, now he was already used to the taste of the purple bamboo brew.

  In front of the refined cottage, Yunfei was practicing the Jiuyi style. The current Jiuyi style in Yunfei's hands already had a hint of the essence of Jiuyi. With one sword falling, there was an ancient mountain-crushing sound. Although he hadn't yet grasped the subtleties of the sword rhyme, his every move already contained the momentum of borrowing power.

  "Junior Brother!"

  When he saw Qitian, Yunfei stopped his steps and Qitian threw him a wine gourd. Yunfei opened it and couldn't help but sigh: "Damn it, from now on, there's another drunkard. Fortunately, there's a whole field of purple bamboo forest, otherwise I wouldn't know where to get so much bamboo liquid."

  But then, Yunfei smiled and said: "However, my junior brother, you've changed a lot recently. This temperament of yours, I like it much better than your previous gloominess. Master says that this is what's called 'sword pointing to the heart', recovering one's original sharpness. I don't understand all these principles, they're too profound for me. In my younger years, I didn't read many books, but you should understand more."

  Two people sat down in front of the stone table, drank half a calabaza of purple bamboo wine, and clearly saw that the Taoist's sword had fallen.

  Yun Fei patted his Taoist robe, which had been splashed with wine, and rolled his eyes: "Every time you spill wine, don't you know how hard I work to brew it?"

  Two people came to the back mountain, under the immortal waterfall, and clearly saw a Taoist sleeping on a large bluestone, with his head resting on a wine gourd. He raised his head to gaze at the scorching sun, and his eyes were calm, staring straight into the sky, as if he wanted to gather all the divine light into himself.

  "Master!"

  "You've arrived."

  He saw the two people gather their eyes, but they didn't get up. Instead, they sat down on a large bluestone and swept their eyes over the two of them. "Tomorrow," he said, "you will go down the mountain and visit a place called Dragon Tree Town, which is one hundred miles away. Recently, a 17th generation disciple returned and reported that there are zombies appearing in Dragon Tree Town. Dragon Tree Town is within my Qingyun Territory and under the protection of my Qingyun Sect. I have taken on this task for you. You will go there and experience life and death, as well as the atmosphere of the place. Within our sect, the atmosphere is not extinct, but the spiritual energy is too heavy, and in the end, it loses its foundation. To become an immortal, one must first become a human being. When you get there, be sure to understand this and don't lose your original heart."

  Get off the mountain!

  Qitian was slightly taken aback, but then relaxed. He had a mid-grade Golden Spirit Stone that could absorb and release spiritual energy, so his cultivation wasn't hindered in any way. Yun Fei had already transformed into sword energy, but his mastery of the sword was insufficient to break through the divine court, give birth to a sword spirit, or condense a sword embryo. As it turned out, this trip to Longshu Town hadn't been delayed after all.

  "Go, the sayings of the undead, there are handwritten records in the book pavilion, you can go and take them yourself. Remember, all things in the world have their own way, don't lose your original heart."

  "Don't worry, Master," Yunfei chuckled with a smile, "I'll help you keep a few gourds of the purple bamboo wine."

  Ming Jian saw the Taoist person roll his eyes, and immediately turned over to lie down. In a moment, there was a loud snoring sound.

  As he was about to leave, Qitian turned around and looked at Ming Jiandao with a glance, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally left.

  After half a stick of incense.

  The Taoist stood up, standing on the large bluestone, with a celestial waterfall behind him like a dragon, crashing down, but unable to stir up half a thread of his Taoist robe. He looked disheveled, but his eyes were profound and boundless, as if they contained infinite mysteries, yet he didn't utter a single word.

  He poured himself a drink, seemingly muttering to himself.

  "In this tumultuous autumn, you must grow up as soon as possible, time is running out."

  The sun and moon revolve, unchanged since ancient times. At night, he sat cross-legged in the purple bamboo forest, gazing up at the nine heavens above, where dark fog obscured half of the bright moon.

  At dawn

  Yunfeng left the Jing She, hung a string of wine gourds around his waist, and went down the mountain with Qitian.

  At this time, there were few disciples among the nine peaks, and occasionally one or two would be met, but they would ignore each other.

  Out of the mountain gate array, two people went north all the way to Longshu Town.

  In the mountains and forests, there were fierce beasts, but both of them were people in the immortal path, and they were also from the sword immortal lineage. With their sharp edges exposed, even some spiritual creatures with divine powers and transformations would keep a distance from them.

  The land of a hundred miles was far from being as treacherous as the barbarian mountain range, and by the next evening, the two had already seen a small town in the distance.

  This is a simple and elegant small town, with white stone walls and grey tiles, and a bluestone town gate. In the town, there is an ancient stream flowing through it. As the sun sets, all things return to silence, with the sound of running water gurgling, clear and crisp in the ears.

  "Disciple brother, it seems something is wrong."

  He stopped in his tracks, nodded towards the sky, and then gazed intently ahead. After a few deep breaths, he sensed something was off.

  "Longshu Town is located in a place with a circumference of about five miles, with thousands of townspeople. At this time, it should be the time when the smoke is curling and the wine and dishes are fragrant, but now it seems that some changes have already taken place."

  Yun Fei nodded, at this time, his expression was solemn, and his fists were also slightly clenched. Qi Tian could even feel the sharp aura rising from his body, as if his sword energy was about to burst out. (New book rankings, ten steps require recommendation votes, collect!)