Chapter 1190: The Sword Qi of the Mortal Realm Draws Near
A large mountain perpetually shrouded in mist and clouds, and the local commoners all said there were immortals living within. Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao stopped near the foot of the mountain. At the summit, they saw an old-fashioned Daoist sitting cross-legged on a cattail mat, breathing and refining his energy. The Daoist's cultivation level was not high—he had not yet formed a golden core—but his Dao foundation was substantial, enough to influence the flow of the local landscape's fortune. Chen Ping'an withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion. Perhaps this was what they meant by "Who sits idle in an empty mountain without worldly affairs?" Truly an idle person is a true immortal. They did not disturb that recluse's quiet cultivation. Each made a hand seal, shrinking the earth's veins to the Yellow Mud Slope Ferry, crossing mountains and rivers as if folding paper.
Finally able to be alone together. For a while, they could ignore heaven and earth, ignore the grudges of the mountains, ignore the great trends of the mortal world. So Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao walked side by side through the immortal ferry crossing. He still cast a layer of concealment magic, wearing a green robe with a saber at his waist, his demeanor relaxed. He was genuinely tall and slender, but whether he could be considered "elegant as jade" probably depended on whether he was on Lotus Fall Mountain. As for Ning Yao, she was still Ning Yao. Dressed in an emerald green long robe, carrying a sword on her back. In the Bright Heaven world, there were still not many cultivators who knew Ning Yao's true appearance, and almost all of them were at the mountaintop levels.
Yellow Mud Slope Ferry was located near the north bank of the Great River, while Village Dress Ferry was on the south side. Both immortal ferry names were quite rustic-sounding. Chen Ping'an explained with a smile, "Village Dress Ferry belongs to a sect called Fisherman's Song Mountain. Their sect grounds aren't large, and most of their disciples are female cultivators. They practice water-element cultivation techniques, which makes them quite skilled at preserving youth. Similar to Green Plum Temple, they excel in the business of mirror flowers and moon water. However, all the money they earn is used to repair the mountain veins and water sources in the surrounding area, so they have a good reputation among the mountain cultivators. They felt the name 'Village Dress Ferry' was really unpleasant, so they changed it to 'Green Straw Rain Cape Ferry.' But cultivators wouldn't recognize that. After all, the 'village girls' of Fisherman's Song Mountain, along with the 'grandmasters' of the Invincible Fist Sect, the sword immortals of Zheng Yang Mountain, and the moral gentlemen of Book-Scripture Lake, were all famous landmarks of Bottle Gourd Prefecture in the past." As for the present scene, naturally, all the limelight had been stolen by the Night Tour Banquet of Piyun Mountain.
Ning Yao smiled gently, "That's pretty vicious. And Zheng Yang Mountain was willing to put up with that, didn't mind?" Chen Ping'an was holding back mischief. He said with a serious expression, "Back then, there were plenty of immortal mansions and sect grounds that couldn't stand the way Zheng Yang Mountain's sword immortals behaved. When Liu Xianyang and I last visited Zheng Yang Mountain, how many cultivators felt a sense of righteous satisfaction, as if we'd vented a bad breath for them? This is what they call 'justice lies in the hearts of the people.' If a good person can use evil methods to grind down evil people, to the point where they have no temper left, the onlookers always find it satisfying."
Ning Yao said, "About that boundary stele? Lu Shen said something like a prophecy or prediction?" Chen Ping'an nodded, "Let's wait and see. To be honest, I'm more eager than Zheng Yang Mountain to have that stele inscription removed." Ning Yao smiled, "You really weren't born to enjoy an easy life." Chen Ping'an clasped his hands behind his head, saying lazily, "Who says otherwise."
The last time they visited the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the Old Blind Man talked about Ning Yao and also reminded Chen Ping'an of one saying: "Learning increases daily; the Dao decreases daily." Chen Ping'an wasn't stupid. He knew the Old Blind Man was reminding him to learn from Ning Yao. Since ancient times, cultivating the Dao has been about seeking truth and simplicity. On the path to the Dao, having too many skills from the mortal world becomes a burden. Like carrying a basket full of gold and silver—what use is it?
Chen Ping'an recalled something and said, "Gu Can mentioned it in passing. He got a tidbit from Chai Bofu. Fisherman's Song Mountain mainly practices water-element techniques, and the origin of their Dao lineage seems to have some connection with Liu Chicheng's 'Severing the River True Scripture.' But since Liu Zhimao doesn't talk about it, and Liu Chicheng himself has a bad memory, outsiders have no way to verify it." That Chai Bofu was truly an interesting character. He could bend and stretch, both ruthless and cowardly, falling in realm and breaking through realms—it was like a daily routine. He just didn't know whether Zheng Juzhong could use this to observe the Dao and open a new realm for the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages? Chen Ping'an communicated with his mind: "This Yellow Mud Slope Ferry actually belongs to the Great Li military. The court just used a front puppet. There are many similar territories that cannot be publicized."
Ning Yao asked in surprise, "Wouldn't the Great Li dynasty be very wealthy?" Chen Ping'an was stunned. How wealthy the Great Li dynasty really was, Chen Ping'an only had a rough answer now. But Ning Yao actually talked about "money"—maybe it was similar to how she used to brew medicine in the blacksmith shop? Ning Yao smiled, "Learning to talk like you." Chen Ping'an laughed silently. After a moment of silence, he said, "Senior Brother Cui has always wanted to eat the 'mountain' character in Bottle Gourd Prefecture." Ning Yao was puzzled. Chen Ping'an reached out and traced an imaginary stroke, writing the character "immortal." Ning Yao understood. The immortal sects cultivating on the mountains, if they had the "mountain" eaten away, they would become merely human.
Ning Yao asked, "To continue your senior brother's idea, and it's not just about people from the foothills governing those on the mountains?" Chen Ping'an shook his head helplessly, "I'm afraid it's even harder than breaking through to the fourteenth realm." It's already difficult for those who turn book pages to truly understand history. How much harder is it to 'personally write' a good history? History is like an endless river. Those forever downstream can remember how many mountains are upstream? Ning Yao caught a glimpse of the change in Chen Ping'an's expression and asked curiously, "What are you grinning about?"
Chen Ping'an suppressed his laughter and said, "I prepared one of each of the three types of Non-Issue Tokens from the Great Li Ministry of Justice." Ning Yao asked, "And then?" Chen Ping'an looked around, squinting as he smiled, "For example, if I run into some clueless guy on the road later, I'll take out a third-class Non-Issue Token. If that doesn't scare him, I'll switch to a second-class one. When they go fetch backup and come back all aggressive to interrogate me, I'll bring out the first-class Non-Issue Token... Just thinking about it is amusing." However, since Yellow Mud Slope Ferry was on the border of the Great Li dynasty and secretly held by the Great Li border army, that meant there must be a Great Li spy sitting behind the scenes here, possessing one Non-Issue Token. So the scenario Chen Ping'an imagined was almost impossible. Only after going south, crossing the Great River, would it be possible.
Ning Yao's thoughts and logic were always different from ordinary people. She asked, "Aren't you afraid they'll misunderstand you as a Great Li Ministry of Justice official in charge of issuing Non-Issue Tokens?" Chen Ping'an was a bit stumped. Maybe he himself found it amusing. He couldn't help it and burst into bright laughter. Ning Yao rarely saw Chen Ping'an like this. Since she had known him, she had seldom seen him with that expression or that kind of laughter. It was as if, on his life's journey, disappointments of various kinds never drove him to despair—either truly wanting to tell others or to remind himself, many stories, big and small, ended with just two words: "it's okay." And the annotation for "it's okay" was probably "hope."
So Ning Yao also pursed her lips and smiled.
Chen Ping'an casually talked about things he hadn't written in his travel journals. He said that during his second long trip, while traveling to find her, he once heard an old man at a drinking table say that in his whole life, he had never seen a bad person become good. The drunken teenager, shocked and stunned, refused to believe it. The old man wasn't angry either, saying they could bet on a hotpot dinner—whoever lost would treat. Ning Yao asked, "Did they ever decide a winner?" Chen Ping'an said, "Hard to say. Maybe Brother Song just wanted to eat a hotpot. It didn't matter who paid."
Once upon a time, during the day, he watched kites from afar and listened to the sounds of reading from a distance. Once upon a time, the tall teenager carried a torch into the mountains, loudly calling the straw-sandal boy's name. East, west, south, north, the seasons of spring, summer, autumn, winter; birth, aging, sickness, death, the joys and sorrows of emotions; people, ghosts, immortals, the rich, poor, poor, and prosperous—in heaven and earth, is there really such a thing as natural justice?
At the ferry, there happened to be an immortal ferry boat heading to Village Dress Ferry. It would take about half an hour to get there. Chen Ping'an bought two boarding bamboo tokens, similar to a short-distance travel permit in the mortal world. The shopkeeper, probably thinking Chen Ping'an didn't look rich, added a special remark: the token indicated the disembarkation point. If they didn't get off at Village Dress Ferry, once caught, they would have to pay a hefty fine. After waiting for the boat, they leaned against the railing. Under their feet were clouds and green mountains. Together, they gazed into the distance at the "Autumn Wind Temple" floating in the sky over the central part of Bottle Gourd Prefecture.
Ning Yao, being at a higher realm, saw the Autumn Wind Temple with its thriving incense clearly, like a continuously circulating grand formation. The incense coalesced into a pink, hazy fortune, then split into countless ethereal red threads scattering down to the densely populated areas below. Yet the temple's atmosphere was magnificent, nothing like heterodox sects' pink formations or rouge fields. The Autumn Wind Temple's domain was located on a floating lake. On an island in the lake, there was an ancient building complex resembling a temple. The three-character plaque had the first two characters intact, "Autumn Wind," while the last character only had half remaining—the "si" component—the vertical heart radical was missing, so it was named Autumn Wind Temple. Over the years, mountain visitors had come like a flood, all wanting to investigate whether they could take this place for themselves as a private sect ground. Unfortunately, it remained a masterless land that could not be taken by force.
A few years ago, during a sect ceremony at Lotus Fall Mountain, Xie Songhua brought Chen Li, Gao Youqing, Yu Juanfu, and Lin Junbi to visit Autumn Wind Temple. Later, Chen Qingliu and Xin Ji'an also traveled there. Ning Yao asked curiously, "Still no owner for a place like this?" Chen Ping'an shook his head and smiled, "Enter my Autumn Wind Temple, enter my longing gate. Only a pair of heaven-made, deeply infatuated lovers have a slight chance to claim it. But it seems they need to pay a price—fill a divine position, become a local god, and be in charge of a part of mortal marriage connections." This was because it was a marriage-setting temple, a Marriage Destiny Bureau, secretly built by Wu Shuangjiang, Liu Qi, and Cai Daohuang (the owner of the Happiness Shop in Bead Grotto Heaven, also Hu Feng's grandfather). Together with the Night Traveler ship, the Mountain Market Viewing Tower in Golden Armor Continent, and the secret realm in Parasol Leaf Continent said to hold a great opportunity of taking an immortal pill and ascending, they all appeared around the same time. Autumn Wind Temple was an exceptionally special landscape secret realm. It had no immortal prohibition; cultivators could enter and exit without hindrance, unlike usual ruins that had mechanisms and formations blocking visitors at every layer.
Chen Ping'an asked, "Want to go see it?" Ning Yao said, "Haven't I already seen it?" Inside Autumn Wind Temple, various strange phenomena occurred: village drums and sacred crows, a Longevity Hall where beauties danced with long sleeves and bent waists, peach blossom fans scattered all over the ground that cultivators couldn't pick up, a ditch filled with inscribed poems on red leaves, a white jade bridge covered in love locks... This made couples on the mountains and in the mortal world, lovesick men and women, all willing to go there to burn incense and pray for a happy marriage. Now, several immortal ferry boats specifically went to Autumn Wind Temple—a profitable business. Chen Ping'an said, "Seeing it from afar and close up is different." Ning Yao shook her head, "Not that interesting."
Liu Tui's Flowing Sunset Boat, near the Great River, split into several routes. Besides Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao getting off first, Nie Cuie and Hua Qinggong, the four of them, headed to Autumn Wind Temple, which was said to have very effective marriage fortune sticks. After a bit of fun there, they would go directly to Lotus Fall Mountain. As for the celebration of Chen Jianxian becoming the Great Li National Teacher, they decided not to go to the Great Li capital. Especially Nie Cuie, who had orders from her master to quickly pay respects to that Patriarch Jingqing. She simply couldn't imagine what kind of cultivator, with what kind of perfect merit, could make her master respect him so much! Liu Tui and Qi Tingji soon got off the boat too. They were going to visit the sea ruins at the northernmost tip of Bottle Gourd Prefecture, where the Embroidery Tiger had once merged the maps of two continents. Liu Tui casually gifted the Flowing Sunset Boat to Nian Xin. He got off with Qi Tingji and flew through the air. Nian Xin didn't refuse; she piloted the Flowing Sunset Boat, bringing the group of Dragon Elephant Sword Sect sword immortals to the ferry outside the Great Li capital. She docked, holding a first-class Non-Issue Token, and headed to the National Teacher's Mansion in the capital.
During the flight, Qi Tingji smiled, "Quite generous." He had never introduced Nian Xin's identity to Liu Tui. Liu Tui had his own reason: "She's a woman, not a sword cultivator, and she came from the Flying Ascension City. Even standing next to Ning Yao, she doesn't lose much ground." Qi Tingji praised, "You're a born merchant." Liu Tui mocked himself, "Not worth a damn."
In the capital, after passing identity checks all the way, Nian Xin entered the mansion, which looked a bit different from what she had imagined. Her first impression was that it was a good place for summer night duties. The first courtyard had refreshing parasol tree shade; the second had the sound of pine seeds falling on steps; the third was filled with peach blossom fragrance all over the yard. Eyes, ears, and nose were all blessed. Besides Rong Yu who came to receive her, Nian Xin also met Lin Shouyi. Since ancient times, examination candidates coming to the capital either stayed in inns if they had money or borrowed temple lodgings if they were poor. It was rare to see someone like Lin Shouyi directly staying in the National Teacher's Mansion to study for exams. Nian Xin also saw Yu Shiwu and the group of "Hidden Official confidants" working here, handling affairs in different halls. Xiao Xing was rather quiet. Gongsun Lingling also worked as a cook. Having been expelled from the Cherry Blossom Blue lineage, she still used the pseudonym Yu Qing. Also, the maiden-faced Cardamom and Xian Zao gave Nian Xin an uncomfortable subtle feeling, like "fake people," yet full of vitality.
The ferry docked at Village Dress Ferry. Chen Ping'an quickly found Xiao Mo and Zhao Zhu, master and disciple. In an old mountain god temple among the nearby mountains, the temple keeper was a woman who had not cultivated. She was old, over sixty, but looked like forty. Earlier, Xie Gou had gotten off the Night Traveler first and gone to Book-Scripture Lake to hand over the fifty or so female ghosts to the Five-Island Sect of Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi. Xiao Mo had gone to the Heavenly Curtain, and Chen Ping'an had also given him a task: find Zhao Zhu. If he hadn't approached Lotus Fall Mountain, bring him to Village Dress Ferry for a meeting. Zhao Zhu, a Daoist from Green Tiger Palace, was one of the very few guest elders with a seat in Lotus Fall Mountain's ancestral hall. Zhao Zhu had traveled north this time for his disciple Gan Xing. As soon as he heard that Mountain Lord Chen had a way to resolve the problem, Zhao Zhu immediately set out for Bottle Gourd Prefecture. He wasn't in too much of a hurry; it was more like he was traveling around with his disciple to broaden their horizons. The last time Chen Ping'an passed by Clear Mirror Mountain in Parasol Leaf Continent, he had already drawn a talisman on Gan Xing's palm, writing a "chì" character to suppress the unknown "deathly energy." But that was just a temporary fix, not a root solution. When Chen Ping'an returned to his private sect ground at Fuyao Ridge, he took the matter to heart.
Xiao Mo found Zhao Zhu and his disciple on a cross-continent ferry boat and brought them to Village Dress Ferry, where they waited for Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao. Although Xie Gou hadn't said it directly, both Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo knew she had already determined her own path of merging with the Dao. The sword cultivator Bai Jing had made a grand vow: to spread thirty-six Dao lineages in the mortal world, to continue the incense of the "ancient times," to diminish the excessive to supplement the deficient, and to practice the Heavenly Dao. In fact, in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Bai Jing had asked the Zhi Shrine two questions: "Is it in time?" and "Is it useful?" The Old Blind Man never spoke pleasantly; he retorted, "Who decides if it's in time?" "Is it useful? When the result comes, won't it be clear?"
Besides Xiao Mo, Zhao Zhu, and Gan Xing, there were two unfamiliar faces. One was a lame old Daoist. He held a staff made from ten-thousand-year-old rattan and carried a wooden plaque on his back, with a picture of a Daoist immortal with three strands of snow-white beard. Beside him was a short, thin little Daoist apprentice with wrapped leggings, carrying a huqin on his back. They traveled the land together, the master singing Daoist folk songs and the apprentice playing the huqin. The master always said that to be a good Daoist, one needed a good voice—then in this life, they might save enough money to build a temple. The two Daoist apprentices were of similar age, so they chatted. The apprentice told his new friend Gan Xing that his parents wanted him free from illness and disaster, to live a long life. So they went to a nearby sight temple, found a statue of some immortal god, kowtowed, inscribed his name, and brought him there to burn incense on festivals. The old Daoist was tall and thin. When he raised his eyebrows, fine wrinkles appeared on his forehead. His hands were so thin you could see the bones, all sinew. Probably from carrying the god on his back for so long, he was a bit hunched.
Chen Ping'an looked at the somewhat nervous little Daoist with the huqin and felt a sense of familiarity. Chatting casually, he learned that the old Daoist was here to visit an old friend. Qi Tingji and Chen Ji had mentioned a few names and sects, including Gao Mian of the Invincible Fist Sect. In total, five sword cultivators who had left the Sword Qi Great Wall were confirmed to be alive. Some had been in seclusion for years, hidden from the world. Others roamed the mortal world, traveling everywhere. But they all had one thing in common: they chose to hide, or rather, abandon their sword cultivator identity. According to Qi Tingji's speculation, it was the old Grand Sword Immortal's request.
For friends, for the chivalry of the martial world, Gao Mian had fallen from Jade Pu realm to Nascent Soul realm twice. Last time on the Great River battlefield, he had fallen directly to Golden Core realm, barely keeping his golden core from shattering completely. This lifetime, he was destined never to ascend in realm again. Also, to make room for the younger generation, Gao Mian resigned as sect master and let those little bastards change the sect's name. The mountain sect finally got a name befitting an immortal sect's style. Gao Mian didn't oppose it, but he felt it a pity—it had become ordinary, just like everyone else. Thinking back to the old days, Wei Jin of the Snow Wind Temple, a mountain sword immortal, preferred to ride a donkey, get drunk, and wander the martial world. Among Bottle Gourd Prefecture's female cultivators, there was one very famous: He Lian Baozhu of the Invincible Fist Sect. Zheng Dafeng was infatuated with her. Back then, Bottle Gourd Prefecture's mirror flowers and moon water shows were more impressive than those in Parasol Leaf Continent or even Northern Juju Continent. On Lotus Fall Mountain, Chen Lingjun and a few others were fans of those shows. Remember, Chen Ping'an's first exposure to mirror flowers and moon water was thanks to Chen Lingjun. However, according to Great Li intelligence reports, He Lian Baozhu, besides being Gao Mian's direct disciple, had a hidden identity: she actually came from the Bamboo Basket Hall, same as Gongsun Lingling, belonging to the Cherry Blossom Blue lineage.
Chen Ping'an had some guesses. The old Daoist was one of the five "Private Swords." Sure enough, the old Daoist also guessed Chen Ping'an's identity. He looked at Chen Ping'an, then at Ning Yao, stroked his beard and smiled, "Perfect timing. Seeing Gao Mian is secondary." Chen Ping'an finally remembered why he felt familiar with that little Daoist apprentice—it was related to Liang Shuang, the non-clan grand celestial master of Dragon Tiger Mountain. The old Daoist was indeed carefree, even self-deprecating: "To be honest, Gao Mian and I are not worthy to speak face-to-face with you. We've gained an advantage, so let's not seek more. We'll take our leave here."
Chen Ping'an hesitated and communicated mentally: "Senior, your disciple might have a karmic connection from a past life with Liang Shuang of Dragon Tiger Mountain." The old Daoist was startled, apparently having heard the name "Liang Shuang." He smiled, "If there is fate, they will meet."
The old Daoist led his disciple down the mountain, carefree. The little apprentice bid a reluctant farewell to Gan Xing. Inside the old mountain god temple, Chen Ping'an began to resolve Gan Xing's problem. The method was simple: let Xiao Mo, who had reached the fourteenth realm, handle the sword. At Xiao Mo's prompting, the deathly energies inside Gan Xing were forced into one of his energy palaces. Then Chen Ping'an, with lightning speed, "ate" them! Nowadays, Chen Ping'an's inner world was chaotic and void, making it the best place to refine such things. The human body is like a temple; when the gods are absent, ghosts come. In an instant, those deathly energies that had been entangled with the little Daoist Gan Xing's soul were transferred to Chen Ping'an's own inner world. Gan Xing didn't feel a thing. But Chen Jianxian said he was cured, so both master and disciple bowed in thanks.
Chen Ping'an accepted the bow and reminded, "Gan Xing, this abandoned mountain god temple has a Dao destiny with you. When you save up some money later, remember to repair it."
They easily found Gao Mian, who lived in seclusion in a nearby village. Gao Mian was short and unremarkable. The old man looked more like a bandit who had turned to robbery, gotten old, couldn't rob anymore, and found a place to retire. Usually, he would casually take a feather duster and beat his green robe, making a crackling noise. Today, when he saw Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao, Gao Mian was squatting in the yard holding peanuts, looking at the fluffy little chicks running around. He stood up. His expression was complicated. After a moment, he said with a smile, "In Fuyao Continent, there was an old friend. For decades, we exchanged letters every ten or twenty years. Then that war came. He didn't leave." "I once told Xun Yuan face to face not to cling to his life and wealth, that with green hills, there's no fear of firewood. Old man Xun wouldn't listen—no help for it." "Aren't you going to ask why I left the Sword Qi Great Wall back then and hid here in Bottle Gourd Prefecture?" "Aren't you going to ask, since you know my identity, why I didn't acknowledge you, the Hidden Official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, pay my respects, build a connection?" "I came to Bottle Gourd Prefecture as half a townsman. You went to the Sword Qi Great Wall as half a townsman. Ha, we're whole townsmen now."
Some lives are like drinking wine quickly. Hearing this, Chen Ping'an finally spoke with a smile: "I'm just here to bask in the sun with a former martial world elder who has washed his hands, to chat idly, and to tell the elder that his juniors still in the martial world are doing well, have made impressive achievements, and will only get better. Don't worry." "Young man, can you drink?" "I sold wine on the Sword Qi Great Wall and made a huge name for myself. Elder's question is out of line. Are you not yet sober from being drunk?"
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More and more sword immortals appeared in the Great Li capital.
On the day of Grain in Ear. At the crack of dawn, Chen Ping'an walked out of the Parrot Cloud Building, alone in a silent alley. The capital city, the best of the nation, was already deserted. Everyone was patiently waiting for his appearance, all wanting to see the face of the Great Li dynasty's new National Teacher. The moment he stepped out of the alley, the nearby crowd first held their breath for a moment, then suddenly erupted in thunderous noise. The sound rolled on without end, as if the entire capital was shaking, as if all of Bottle Gourd Prefecture had awakened.
On both sides of the road, Great Li soldiers stood in rows, iron armor clanking. A carriage waited outside the alley. A nearby girl rubbed her eyes. Her two elder brothers were flushed with excitement. She was a bit dazed: "Ah! He really looks like him!"
The carriage slowly stopped before turning onto the Imperial Street. Two groups of sword immortals waited here, then together walked toward the imperial palace. At the head: Chen Ping'an. Ning Yao, Fourteenth Realm. Xiao Mo, Fourteenth Realm. Xie Gou, peak Flying Ascension Realm. Pei Qian. Mi Yu, Immortal Realm. Xing Yun. Liu Shui. Chai Wu. Jiang Shangzhen. Qi Tingji, Flying Ascension Realm. Lu Zhi, Flying Ascension Realm. Shao Yunyan. Gao Shuang, Immortal Realm. Guo Du, Dao Companion Ling Xun. Jin Gao. Zhu Su. Huang Ling, Immortal Realm, three scabbard swords. Xuan Yang. Mei Kan, Disciple Mei Dandan, Dao Name Zhenze, Immortal Realm.
Like a brand-new Sword Qi Great Wall.
Today, the sword qi of the mortal realm draws near.