YM778.TV Chapter 83
“Especially the final sword, Six Thousand Miles, which seemed to touch the threshold of the Land Immortal realm!”
“And the Little Immortal only used three swords—three spiritual swords, three sword qis, each one earth-shattering, ultimately leading to the Sword Monarch’s defeat and death.”
“The Sword Monarch was buried in the Heaven-Man Tomb, laughing in his final moments, ‘Thank you, Little Immortal, for granting me a sword!\'”
Each word was filled with tension and excitement.
The listeners couldn’t help but sigh, their hearts shaken.
This is the allure of the martial world—swift vengeance, duels between the strong, all of it captivating. Whether it was the Sword Monarch or Ning Changge, they were both top-tier masters in the martial world. Their deeds were legends, myths in the ears of others.
The Sword Monarch’s death at Wudang.
Instantly elevated Wudang’s prestige and Ning Changge’s reputation to new heights. True peerless masters are forged through battles, just like Zhang Sanfeng in the past.
Only by defeating one formidable enemy after another can one ultimately earn the respect of all.
After all, the people of the martial world are inherently rebellious.
And the Sword Monarch’s burial in the Heaven-Man Tomb added even more legendary color to it.
Martial artists spoke of the Heaven-Man Tomb with reverence, and some even suggested that being buried there was an honor, signifying the Little Immortal’s recognition.
***
For a time.
Many aging Heaven-Man experts nearing the end of their lives were tempted.
As the news spread, the reactions of various major forces varied.
Upon returning to Dragon-Tiger Mountain, Zhang Lingyu immediately went to see his master.
He recounted what he had seen and heard during his visit to Wudang.
His eyes were filled with amazement and shock, his previous arrogance and disdain completely gone.
The old Celestial Master, Zhang Zhiwei, listened silently, his gaze also filled with awe.
“The elixir manifested Buddha’s light, accompanied by various Buddhist phenomena. To think that the relic was refined into a pill… Such a level of alchemy is unimaginable. This Little Immortal must be extraordinarily gifted.”
His eyes showed admiration.
He felt a sense of inferiority.
He had some talent in alchemy, having spent sixty years refining the Dragon-Tiger Pill, but compared to Ning Changge, it was nothing.
“Wudang’s profound foundation is truly impressive.”
When he took over Dragon-Tiger Mountain, it was already well-established, with talented disciples emerging regularly. In contrast, Wudang, a sect only a few decades old, was like a newborn compared to Dragon-Tiger Mountain, yet it had a foundation nearly on par with theirs.
“Since Wudang has expressed their intention to send people to Dragon-Tiger Mountain for exchanges, you must be prepared. Do not be arrogant, but also do not disgrace our thousand-year reputation.”
The old Celestial Master advised.
Zhang Lingyu nodded solemnly.
As a sacred land of Daoism, his visit to Wudang had left him deeply shaken. When the Wudang disciples came to Dragon-Tiger Mountain, they must not lose face.
Zhang Lingyu then spoke of the Sword Monarch.
The old Celestial Master nodded silently, finally sighing:
“I’ve heard of the Sword Monarch. He once fought Wang Xianzhi of Martial Imperial City, displaying remarkable talent. If he hadn’t been consumed by obsession, he might have had a chance to ascend to the Land Immortal realm. What a pity.”
“But for him, being buried in the Heaven-Man Tomb might be a good thing.”
“Otherwise, if he had challenged Wang Xianzhi again, the outcome would have been even worse.”
Speaking of Wang Xianzhi, the old Celestial Master’s eyes showed caution and fear.
Zhang Lingyu couldn’t help but ask:
“Is the Lord of Martial Imperial City really that powerful?”
“Indeed, he is. He is known as the second in Liyan Dynasty, leaving the first position vacant for sixty years. I once saw him from afar; he is unfathomable.”
Zhang Lingyu gasped, not expecting his master to hold Wang Xianzhi in such high regard.
“Then… how does the Little Immortal compare to the Lord of Martial Imperial City?”
The old Celestial Master walked away.
“It’s hard to say for the future, but for now, without reaching the Land Immortal realm, no one can be a match for Wang Xianzhi.”
Zhang Lingyu was left standing in place, stunned.
***
Martial Imperial City.
A domineering figure stood with hands behind his back, Wang Xianzhi gazing into the distance, toward the Great Ming Dynasty.
He had also heard the news of the Sword Monarch’s death at Wudang.
He was silent.
His impression of the Sword Monarch remained from many years ago.
At that time, he was already famous, the Martial Emperor of Liyan Dynasty.
The Sword Monarch was a newcomer to the martial world, proud and ambitious, seeking to bring glory to his sect by challenging Wang Xianzhi. Naturally, he was defeated without hesitation.
Out of respect for Sui Xiagu.
Wang Xianzhi did not kill the Sword Monarch, merely leaving his Yellow Lu Sword on the city wall as a substitute for death.
Wang Xianzhi glanced at the yellow sword, which seemed to tremble.
He shook his head and said:
“What a pity. If you had let go of your obsession, you might have ascended to the Land Immortal realm and become a worthy opponent.”
The Sword Monarch’s talent was undeniable, but he had taken the wrong path.
Wang Xianzhi raised his hand, and the Yellow Lu Sword flew from the city wall. With a light touch, the sword emitted a trembling sound before shattering into countless fragments.
Dust to dust, earth to earth.
Since the Sword Monarch was dead, there was no need to keep the sword.
Wang Xianzhi clasped his hands behind his back, looking toward Wudang, his eyes filled with anticipation.
“Little Immortal… I hope you ascend to the Land Immortal realm soon!”