Chapter 9: The Scripture Pavilion

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  Jian Feng Xian Que stood before them, when Yun Fei suddenly appeared in front of Qi Tian and the other person at an astonishing speed.

  He wore a cyan Taoist robe, with a purple bamboo sword slung over his back. The divine aura around him gradually dissipated, but several points of golden light still flickered in and out of sight, persisting for a long time.

  Yu Lian's elegant eyebrows slightly moved, her fresh lips lightly opened, and she said: "Cloud Master's body is full of spiritual light, it seems that within half a year, his foundation will be fully established."

  Yun Fei laughed heartily and said: "Yes, it's finally going to be complete. At that time, as long as the sword energy is dispersed, we can give birth to the sword embryo."

  Yu Lianyi shook her head, with a misty aura surrounding her, crystal clear and azure, like a lotus fairy. She said disapprovingly: "However, the ancient era when Sword Sages were invincible has already passed. The times have changed, and the Sword Sage path has received heavenly punishment, so it can no longer be cultivated. Even if Cloud Master gives birth to a sword embryo, it would only be equivalent to the Recognizing Spirit realm. As for true combat power, I'm afraid it could only barely touch the threshold of the Recognizing Spirit realm."

  Yun Fei's face was slightly stunned, and he touched his head, saying: "In short, I will not change my vote to support Ti Feng. If I can't suppress the sword fetus with the recognition of the divine realm, I will cultivate to the sword soul realm. As long as I work hard, I will definitely achieve something."

  Yu Lianyi looked at him deeply, and then said to Qi Tian: "Qi Shidi, your pure gold body is rare even in my Qingyun Jiuma, once the sword energy has spread, it will be too late."

  Qitian just smiled and shook his head: "Thank you, Shijie, for your concern. My mind is made up, I won't back down."

  Yu Lianyi was the ninth disciple of Qinglian Peak, her fairy aura was too strong, making Qi Tian feel a bit superior, but Qi Tian also vaguely understood that Yu Lianyi could ride the air and walk, probably had been cultivating for many years, shed off worldly air, and entered the realm of Taoist forgetting dust.

  Yu Lianyi didn't say much more, Yun Fei saw her digging at the wall in front of him, his face also looked a bit unsightly, but still showed a smile, leading her to collect the purple bamboo.

  The two of them left, and Qitian watched their backs, deep in thought. He also knew that he had just entered the door and it was not convenient for him to say much.

  Jianfeng has no forbidden land, a few Xianque, is Jianfeng's all, but these few Xianque are very ancient, with lingering sharp and desolate atmosphere, already have at least several thousand years of age.

  Next to the Sword Pavilion is the Scripture Pavilion, which is a jade palace. The entire pavilion shines with a brilliant light, resembling crystal, and has an ancient simplicity without any ornamentation. There are no carvings or marks on it at all, making it seem like a huge piece of jade sitting quietly halfway up the mountain.

  Heavenly General placed his hand on the Jade Gate, the sword energy circulating, carefully drawing out a strand of pale golden aura from within his Dan Tian to activate this Jade Gate.

  A sharp and clear aura burst forth, causing Qi Tianluo's skin to feel a stinging pain.

  Rumble...

  The Jade Gate opens, and with a gentle sigh, he steps inside. He follows the method Cloud Flying told him to open the Scripture Pavilion, fortunately, there's no unusual sign, the aura merges with the golden spiritual energy absorbed by the Sword Scripture, now it seems that nothing is wrong.

  Otherwise, as Yun Fei said, the Zang Jing Pavilion has the sword intent left by the ancestors of Jian Feng's generation. Those who are not disciples of Jian Feng will only be crushed to dust by the sword intent.

  In the Scripture Pavilion, there were many jade platforms. On each platform, there were some scriptures that had a dark and shiny appearance on top, clearly not ordinary objects, unlike common books that would easily rot.

  Among them, walking through the ages, carefully searching, these classic names also appear one by one before our eyes.

  Among them, there are five-line Taoist rhymes, and some Taoist rhymes outside the Five Elements. Perhaps it is because after the Sword Immortal's sword energy was derived, they could no longer use the Taoist rhymes, so those in the Cangjing Pavilion were only ordinary Taoist rhymes that can be used in the Daoji boundary, with no great power.

  He casually picked up a Golden Elixir Scripture, and with a gentle smile, he walked towards a jade platform. On this jade platform, numerous classics were neatly arranged, and faintly, there was an aura of sharpness that pierced the void, which was quite extraordinary.

  "Amethyst Thunder Sword Art, Frenzied Wind Sword Art, Heavy Mountain Sword Style, Willow Supporting Sword Style, Weak Water Nine Swords!"

  Zi Tian was slightly surprised in his heart, he flipped through several of them, and they were all quite extraordinary. If placed in Wudang, they could be considered top-notch swordsmanship. And on the jade platform in front of him, there were nearly a hundred or so volumes.

  Zi Tian hesitated slightly, his right hand stretched out and then withdrew back into mid-air.

  "At first, when I was in Wudang, my master only taught me the basic sword techniques, letting me read through the Taoist scriptures and memorize the true meaning of Taiji Sword. He didn't teach me any specific moves or forms, not wanting me to be restricted, hoping that one day I would truly grasp the essence of Taiji Sword and achieve mastery. Today, if I were to choose a sword technique, all my previous efforts would be for naught."

  With a gritted teeth, Qi Tian shifted his gaze to another jade platform. This platform was radiant with colorful light, as if surrounded by a halo of clouds and mist. The four jade legs below were shrouded in cloud and fog, accompanied by the faint sound of sword hums that sent shivers down one's spine.

  On the jade platform, there were only a dozen or so classic books, thin and few, but each one had a very sharp edge, all of which were the swordsmanship classics left by the ancestors of the Sword Peak, containing their insights. Qi Tian carefully searched for it and found a classic that described the cultivation of the sword scripture, which was exactly what he needed now, and put it in his arms.

  In the Scripture Pavilion, there was a jade platform in the center that seemed to touch the sky, but it was impossible to get close to it. A formless force blocked him, and vaguely, the sound of countless swords filled his mind, making his heart and soul want to shatter.

  Qī Tiān tried once and never approached again, knowing that what was placed on the jade platform should be the Xian Dao sword manual. However, his cultivation was insufficient, and if he forcibly obtained it, he would only suffer serious injury.

  Returning once again in front of Jian Fa Yu Tai, Qi Tian roughly flipped through a few volumes of sword techniques, merely observing the sword forms without practicing or memorizing them.

  Two hours later, the gate of the Scripture Pavilion slowly closed, and Qi Tian took a deep breath and headed towards the Purple Bamboo Forest.

  As soon as he entered the purple bamboo forest, a faint wine fragrance wafted over, mixed with the scent of purple bamboo and the clear fragrance of the Lingshui Creek, causing Qi Tian to quicken his pace.

  In front of Jing She, Yun Fei was drinking alone with a pot of purple bamboo wine, his expression somewhat desolate.

  Zi Zhu Niang, is made from the heart of the purple bamboo in the Purple Bamboo Forest, buried at the bottom of the Spiritual Brook for three years before it can be released, rich and clear, with a spiritual aura, long-term drinking can help cultivate one's inner power.

  However, at this time, Yun Fei did not carefully absorb the spiritual energy in the wine, but instead let it disperse.

  Zhitian didn't say a word, he just sat down opposite him, grabbed a wine gourd and poured half of it into his mouth.

  "Cheers!"

  Yun Fei's eyes sparkled slightly, and he raised the gourd in his hand: "Drink up, this wine is plentiful."

  An hour later, Qitian brought Yunfei back to the Jing She, shook his head and walked into a patch of purple bamboo forest.

  The sword moves, in the dantian, a strand of pale golden energy spreads throughout the body, the faint wine aroma transforms into white smoke and disperses from all over the body, while the spiritual energy of the purple bamboo brew is absorbed by the energy strands, the energy strands return to the dantian, circulating tirelessly between the first Fang Dao aperture.

  The current aura is already nearly three strands of hair thick, with a light golden color that resembles the aura of a sword, revealing a sharp and fierce energy. After absorbing a lot of spiritual energy from the purple bamboo wine, Qitian carefully sensed that it might not take two days to break through the second meridian again.

  The purple bamboo sword was drawn from its scabbard, and Qitian grasped the sword in his hand. His entire demeanor changed suddenly. If one were to say that Qitian's previous demeanor was refreshing, then at this moment, he exuded a gentle and carefree aura, with a hint of ethereal elegance.

  The purple bamboo sword was surrounded by a purple glow, its body seemed to have flowing water light, the blade was sharp and piercing, and the surrounding air was cut through invisibly.

  Three Treasures of the Dao Sword, the strongest Dao artifact that Xian could grasp before his foundation was complete, was now held in Qitian's hand, emitting an unusual aura that blended with the surrounding heaven and earth.

  The purple bamboo sword moved, drawing out a series of perfect circular trajectories in the air. A faint golden aura floated on the surface of the sword, shining brightly like a crystal, as if a divine flame was burning within the sword. The entire purple bamboo sword had transformed into a deep purple-gold color in Qi Tian's hand.

  A gentle breeze arose, the bamboo leaves on the ground fluttered and turned over, moving with the Purple Bamboo Sword. They gathered into a circle, their movements extremely slow, to the point of slowly closing their eyes. The bamboo leaves danced, as if each one had transformed into a purple sword, condensing into a boundless sea of swords.