Chapter 008: Xiling Taibai and the Bird Path

Next... from the perspective of an ordinary person, it is a grand spectacle rarely seen in a century. You will see the holy sons of the major sacred mountains, as well as a multitude of uncles in their prime. Xu Zang patted Ning Yi on the shoulder: "But you must remember, we are not ordinary people, so those holy sons are nothing, and the uncle-level cultivators are also nothing. To put it nicely, they are the future hope and backbone of the major sacred mountains; to put it harshly, most of them are just a bunch of mediocre scoundrels. Once we survive and get out of here, I will teach you a sword technique that descends from the heavens."

The sword energy and flames from the distant sky struck down in succession, causing the ground to tremble and raising clouds of dust one after another

Ning Yi observed closely and discovered a strand of grayish-white hair at Xu Cang's temples, swaying in the wind. This man appeared to be relatively young, yet he carried a subtle aura of age. The sword energy emanated from his sleeves, and he exuded a bold spirit, while the long hair at his temples bore a hint of dust.

Two individuals stood in the wilderness outside of the City of Innocence, Xu Cang gently inhaled a breath

Ning Yi noticed that the Sanqing bell in Xu Cang's hand began to tremble gently

In the distance, a fiery red figure descends like a meteor, streaking across the sky in an instant. It is vaguely discernible that it is a gigantic bird, its wings spread wide, the fiery red fragments dazzling to the eye, approaching rapidly from afar.

Ning Yi pressed his lips together, gazing at the absurd scene before him

Ning Yi saw the monk from Ling Mountain, the talismans bound to his legs flickering with a faint flame, as the various forces gathered around him all retreated, leaving a long path clear.

The monk of Lingshan's expression grew serious, as the red talisman bound to his wrist began to emit a faint glow

After a brief silence

The "Three Pure Ones Bell" of Daoism

When the Sword Immortal dropped the sword in his hand

The precious pearl is covered in dust; if it is not taken out of its box, it will only fade into obscurity forever

The grand red-sleeved master of Yingtianfu waved his hand, and mhetushu.com was about to take action to suppress the monks of Lingshan

Xu Cangxiao's radiant smile, with his right hand clutching a bell

There is no escape; he can grasp this bone flute firmly

It is actually a pigeon

Xu Cang's eyes were as calm as a pool of water, neither lost nor in pain, only filled with tranquility

The formidable Master Hongxiu from Yingtian Prefecture silently picked up the lantern, grasped Guan Qingping, and swiftly darted away, the flames extinguished, vanishing into the darkness.

Daoism, Zixiao Palace, travel.

The monk gently recited, "Buddha's compassion," and smiled softly, saying: "If it falls into the hands of the Ying Tian Prefecture, no matter how much you chop or burn, how could you disturb the meditation of this poor monk?"

Therefore, they no longer need to be united, like foolish grasshoppers on the same boat. Xu Cang's tone was somewhat cold as he said: They all want my head, but there is only one head. If it is smashed and each takes a little, it does not earn them credit or reward. At this point... they will have to face the situation of unequal distribution of the spoils.

Silence reigned.

His face turned a bit ashen, and he muttered "Amitabha" in a cold tone, saying: "I, a humble monk, will stand here; if the benefactor wishes to draw the sword, please feel free."

The master uncle from Xiaowuliang Mountain began to perform hand seals

Ning Yi has been holding onto this leaf-shaped bone flute

The major sacred mountains, various groups of people

The bell was grasped by someone.

There is no need for this thing. Xu Cang said lightly: At least not for now, you lack cultivation, and you do not even possess the starlight flowing in your blood. Even if you were given an immortal weapon, it would not change anything. These people, no matter how weak, are at least significant figures with a foothold in the Great Sui. Keep this bone leaf well; wealth should not be displayed. The matter of the Sui Yang Pearl has already taught you a lesson. If this bone flute is seen by someone knowledgeable, you know the consequences.

Xu Zang laughed heartily, and the books were filled with heartfelt sentiments between the lines

Ning Yi felt a bit of a headache; he had thought that those who came to kill Xu Cang, regardless of their motivations, at least shared the same objective at present and should stand on the same front.

The monk's complexion was grim, and he could only remain silent, standing with his palms turned, rotating the prayer beads.

Someone fell behind Qingping of the Yingtian Prefecture, dressed in a bright red robe, fluttering in the wind. After steadying themselves, one hand pressed on the scholar's shoulder, turning sideways, with an uncontrollable killing intent surging in their tone: "Xu Cang, you have smashed the mountain gate of my Yingtian Prefecture and killed my junior brother. Do you dare to come out for a battle?"

Extremely loud

Ning Yi silently put away the bone flute

Amitabha, the words of the benefactor are somewhat misplaced. A middle-aged monk clad in a white robe hurriedly approached, holding one hand in front of his chest, his upper body upright, his feet treading upon the vast rivers and oceans, traversing through the mud, exuding an aura of solemnity, yet his entire being remained as pure as crystal, untouched by dust. With a compassionate expression, he said: "Yingtian Prefecture is the foremost among the four great academies; why must scholars harbor such heavy killing intent? Benefactor Xu Zang has a connection with me from the East; why not engage in a friendly exchange with this humble monk? If you are defeated, you may enter my Ling Mountain and become a sword immortal, ringing the bell and cooking smoke daily for the deceased brothers, alleviating their karmic burdens. Would that not be splendid?"

After her death ... I was left with only a sword and a friend

Ning Yi thought to himself, of course it is because he is afraid of death

The master uncle of Xiaowuliang Mountain did not speak, hurriedly turning the tip of his sword and swiftly returning.

Ning Yi suddenly recalled Xu Cang's words.

It is just very loud

The large red sleeves of Yingtianfu squinted their eyes

After she passed away... Xu Cang lowered his brows and eyes, thought for a moment, and said: "I am left with only a sword and a friend"

In the presence of the sacred mountain, there are never friends to speak of; only interests are eternal. For the sake of interests, one can temporarily unite as allies, and for the sake of interests, one can certainly turn into enemies.

The sword energy filled the sky, landing on the walls of Qingbai City, as the night was torn apart and the ground trembled.

No one understands the power of this bone flute better than he does

Sometimes, there are certain matters that cannot be accomplished by human effort alone; even if one risks their life, the outcome is still likely to be dismal.

He first pointed at that monk

Goo goo goo ... ...

I am out of strength. Xu Cang calmly spread his arms, and the iron sword fell to the ground with a clatter

Their gaze did not linger on the ordinary iron sword that, after falling, stirred up a cloud of dust on the ground, its entire blade trembling back and forth, ultimately lying on the ground in silence

The middle-aged Confucian scholar in a bright red robe had an unfriendly expression and sneered, "You bald donkey are unable to protect yourself, yet you wish to safeguard Xu Cang's life? I assure you that those of you from Lingshan will be able to leave Xiling but will not escape the Great Sui!"

The person who spoke has a very unique identity and a very distinctive voice

The sound produced by Xu Cang neither stirs the heart nor shatters the soul

The group of people on the small Wuliang Mountain, standing on the suspended sword, did not have the sword tip aimed at Xu Cang, but rather at other forces that were eager to take action

Even if I faced many troubles after I took up the sword, I have never regretted it

Do you wish to spar with me? I still have one sword left. You stand there and see if your meditation, which can withstand the chisel of the Heavenly Capital and the flames, can withstand my one sword

This is called the Divine Escape Talisman, he is preparing to flee. Xu Cang smiled and said to Ning Yi: "If one cannot win, it is only natural to run away; to be unable to win yet still pretend to be brave, clearly wanting to escape while verbally inviting the opponent to proceed, this is what we call Ling Shan"

Xu Cang looked at the boy's hand tightly gripping the bone flute and smiled as he said, "Do you think you are a normal person?"

He gazed at the "Heavenly Immortals in the Sky," with great authority, his expression unchanged, as he rubbed Pei Fan's head.

At the moment the bell rings high in the air

Whether it is the great demon that escaped from the underground of Qingbai City with the book, or the disciples of the Dao Sect and the Heavenly Palace, Ning Yi felt little fear in the face of them

Ding-dong

Ning Yi's attention was not focused on the "sword technique that descended from the heavens"; he was somewhat silently contemplating the first half of Xu Cang's words.

The crimson shadow above is a gigantic ferocious bird, with flames flowing between its teeth.

The masters of the various sacred mountains have all come to this place, with the Holy Son following closely behind his own master.

Xu Cang struggled slightly to grip the hilt of the long sword, raising his arm. The starlight fell upon the sword as he slowly moved the tip, aiming it at one power after another. Whether it was the Holy Mountain or the Academy, those who had witnessed the might of that iron sword dared not gaze upon its brilliance.

The dying man took a deep breath, raised his head, and with a surge of energy, threw the bell high into the air

After saying these words, Xu Cang shook his head

Amidst the cacophony, a weary voice emerged

Pei Min is my master, and he has taught me to wield the sword

Alright, alright

A young Taoist priest with snow-white hair spoke the first words

Someone stood on the suspended sword, their expression dark, "Xu Cang! You have killed forty-seven of my comrades from the Lesser Wuliang Mountain. How shall we settle this account?"

The monk's complexion changed slightly

The shimmering red flame hovering above the young Taoist's head illuminated his long, snow-white hair, which danced up and down in the wind, reflecting a crimson glow. Finally, that mass of red light, which hung like a mountain, slowly converged and settled on his shoulder. As the color faded, it revealed a delicate and exquisite little white bird.

Ning Yi looked somewhat astonished as he watched the man standing beside him raise a finger and point at each one individually

In just a few breaths, everyone had disappeared completely

The sound of that bell was shaken, crisp and dripping, striking at the heart

The monk of Lingshan turned around first, not uttering a single word, as the talisman of divine movement burned fiercely, causing the earth to tremble as if a giant elephant were running.

Thus, everyone involuntarily quieted down with the books.

The once silent city of Qingbai has become noisy

A clear and sharp cry rang out

Xu Cangzhong struck the ground twice with the tip of his sword and said earnestly: "I know that you are very happy to see me... but what is the result of continuing to make noise?"

He was a young Taoist priest with a "childlike face and white hair," standing atop the back of a bird, swirling around in a circle, with waves of energy rushing towards him, the fiery red flames scorching. The young Taoist priest fell freely, landing in front of Xu Cang, and slowly stood up, his robe billowing in the wind

but rather remained on Xu Cang's right hand

Ten years ago, in order to open a massacre for the Pei family, I offended these cultivation forces, and now, what remains in this world is already scarce

"I truly miss you rodents. Ten years ago, when I ascended the mountain gate with my sword, you were just like this, shrinking back in fear and not daring to show yourselves. A decade has passed, and seeing you still the same brings me great joy." After the man with the sword finished laughing, he sighed and said, "You clearly believe that I no longer possess the strength of a single sword strike, yet you are still worried that I might have some trick up my sleeve. Everyone wants to take my head, yet no one dares to be the first to step forward. Is it merely because you fear death?"

However, things are different now. From the moment Xu Cang made his appearance, those who had been lurking in the shadows began to emerge one by one. Ning Yi knew that no matter how tightly he gripped the bone flute, there was nothing he could do.

There is only this one sentence

Xu Cang smiled slightly and said softly: "They have confirmed that I possess no cultivation, which is why those from Xiaowuliang Mountain, Yingtian Prefecture, and Ling Mountain dare to challenge me like this... For them, a person who currently has no cultivation, regardless of who he once was, even if he was once immortal, all of this is meaningless. Because now, whether to kill or to torture, it all depends on their decision"

The Three Pure Bells of Daoism are the treasured artifacts of the Purple Cloud Palace. Depending on the practitioner's level of cultivation, they can wield different effects. When combined with the heart methods of Daoism, they can lightly shake the mind and spirit, or, in a more severe case, shatter the soul.