The sword hilt was unexpectedly hollow, and inside were tucked a few sheets of paper. Though he hadn't yet seen what was written on them, Su Baiyi already had an answer in his heart. "You've already guessed?" Jimo Huaxue asked. "Yes," Su Baiyi nodded. "It seems I'm truly fated to be connected with this thing." "After the Battle at Heaven’s Gate all those years ago, my father brought these pages back to the city. There were twenty pages in total, depicting a sword technique. But this sword technique was strange, with bizarre and unorthodox moves. My father spent a whole year studying it, but ultimately found nothing and died with deep regrets. My father was known as the Sword Immortal of his time, yet he said he had once crossed swords with someone who practiced this technique, and couldn't last ten moves against them. I also tried to study this sword manual, but after using just three of its moves, my true energy would flow in reverse. I thought that since it was an incomplete manual, with only moves and no cultivation method, it probably couldn't be practiced." Jimo Huaxue paused, then continued, "And the part with the cultivation method was likely taken by the Shanglin Heavenly Palace." "The Xie family has three pages, the Shanglin Heavenly Palace has one half of a volume, and Jimo City has twenty pages of the sword manual. Could it be that..." Su Baiyi raised his head, frowning slightly, "The other three major sects of the Yunmeng Daze , along with the other three…
Nangong Xi'er suddenly began to cough violently. Mo Bai turned his head and asked, "Junior Sister, are you hurt?" Nangong Xi'er shook her head. "It's a long story." Su Baiyi hurriedly asked, "Brother Mo Bai, do you have any medicinal herbs here that can stabilize one's true qi?" Mo Bai thought for a moment. "Yes, yes, there should be Spring Life Dew Pills in the pharmacy. I'll have someone fetch them right away." Su Baiyi nodded. "Thank you. Also, have any other disciples from the academy come here recently?" Mo Bai shook his head. "No, you have only been here once in all these years, and the most recent time was when a few of our junior disciples came to escort the young sect master of Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm to the academy." "Yes, it was Feng Zuojun! It seems he and Senior Brother Xie haven't been here recently." Su Baiyi nodded and looked at Nangong Xier. "Senior Sister, why don't you go back to your room and rest up? Brother Mo Bai and I will go out and inquire about the situation." Nangong Xier nodded. "Thank you for your help." Mo Bai said to the maid standing next to him, "First, take Junior Sister Nangong to the guest room to rest, and then go to the pharmacy to get some Spring Life Dew Pills and bring them over." Nangong Xier stood up and left with the maid. Her true energy had not yet recovered, and the forced use of her sword that day had further aggravated her injuries. She…
Moran Manor Upon hearing that guests had arrived, Mo Bai, the owner of the manor, rushed out of his study. He had received a handwritten letter from a scholar at the academy a few days prior, informing him of a visit from fellow disciples. Having eagerly awaited their arrival, he was overcome with excitement. In the years since leaving the academy, I've missed the people, the scenery, and the events there so dearly. Unfortunately, being confined to Moran Manor, I haven't been able to return. Now, finally seeing fellow disciples again, we must stay up all night and talk. Mo Bai excitedly ran to the entrance, his eyes first falling upon a striking figure in red, his heart skipping a beat. Then, seeing Nangong Xi'er standing beside them, his heart skipped another beat. "In the more than ten years I've been away from the academy... the teacher has taken in so many beautiful female disciples?" Mo Bai murmured under his breath. "Nangong Xi'er, greetings to Senior Brother Mo Bai." Nangong Xi'er bowed with clasped hands. Jimo Huaxue cast a cold glance at the middle-aged scholar but said nothing. Mo Bai didn't seem to mind Jimo Huaxue's indifference at all. He quickly returned the greeting and said, "So it's Junior Sister Nangong Xi'er! We met years ago, but back then you were just a little kid. Now you've grown into a fine young lady. Please, both of you, come in, come in." "Hey, hey, Senior Brother, can you see me?" Su Baiyi waved his hand in front of Mo Bai's face.…
In the small boat, the three remained silent for a long time. Jimo Huaxue recalled the past events, feeling a sense of melancholy in her heart. Nangong Xier was suddenly struck by the news that her second senior brother had died for her. Shock, anger, and regret surged through her, a whirlwind of emotions. At that moment, she felt a desperate urge to grab her sword and go to Mount Weilong immediately, seeking vengeance for her fallen comrade. "The Shanglin Heavenly Palace with Brother Su and the Shanglin Heavenly Palace without Brother Su are completely different," Jimo Huaxue said softly. Su Baiyi's heart stirred. "City Lord of Jimo, do you know Grand Palace Master Su Han?" "He and my father were close friends. He often visited Jimo Sword City as a guest, and my father admired him greatly, believing him to be a rare talent in the martial world, one not seen in a hundred years," Jimo Huaxue said softly. "If he hadn't died back then, perhaps the martial world would have truly become the world we hoped for. By the way, you said you were Brother Xie's disciple. When did Brother Xie take on a disciple?" Su Baiyi asked in confusion, "City Lord of Jimo, you seem to be very familiar with my master, but why aren't you surprised at all by the news that he's still alive?" "Brother Xie, that sly fox, how could he have died so easily?" Jimo Huaxue chuckled. "You still haven't answered my question." "When I was young, I was targeted by enemies and…
Jimo Sword City, the ancestral home of the Jimo Clan. It took the efforts of several generations to build the current massive Jimo City. As all disciples under the clan practice swordsmanship, Jimo City is respectfully known as Sword City by the world. The previous three generations of city lords were all honored as Sword Immortals by martial heroes, further solidifying Jimo City's status in the martial world. However, after Jimo Jingzhu's death, many believe Jimo Sword City is about to decline, as the new city lord is but a young woman who has never ventured into the martial world. But three days after Nan Yulou, the second disciple of the Academy, challenged Jimo Sword City, over half of the sword masters in the martial world began heading towards Jimo Sword City with their swords in hand. This was because Nan Yulou, who had swept through numerous sword masters in the martial world over the past year, was unexpectedly defeated in his first battle with Jimo Huaxue. "Your sword technique is not bad." Jimo Huaxue looked at the man lying on the ground, staring blankly at the sky. "What's it called?" "Everlasting Flowing Sword," Nan Yulou murmured. "The name's not bad either." Jimo Huaxue turned around. "But it's a pity, I'm a bit stronger." "I want to fight again," Nan Yulou suddenly said. "Alright." Jimo Huaxue didn't know why, but she felt a bit happy inside, and readily agreed. "You can rest here and recover for a few days. After your injuries heal, we'll fight again." Seven days later, Nan…
TN: Hey everyone. I've spent the last few days doing some light editing on earlier chapters. Almost finished. From now on, expect new chapters more often. Thanks for reading. In the vast Yunmeng Prefecture, rivers and lakes are scattered like stars across the sky. Boats can be seen drifting everywhere, and in the distance, mountains and waters blended together in a picturesque scene. After Su Baiyi, Nangong Xi'er, and the Sword Immortal Jimo Huaxue came ashore, they soon boarded a small boat. According to Nangong Xi'er, by taking this boat, they could reach the Moran Manor by the Luoze River. This manor was the residence of Mo Bai, a former disciple of the Academy, and it also served as a gathering point for Academy members arriving in Yunmeng Prefecture. If Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling had arrived, they would surely head to the Moran Manor first. "Yunmeng Prefecture...is it really this beautiful?" Su Baiyi stood on the boat, brimming with excitement, looking around in awe at the magnificent scenery of Yunmeng before him. "This is the northern part of Yunmeng Prefecture, where the water and sky merge into one. It is indeed incredibly beautiful. However, the southern part of Yunmeng Prefecture presents a different scene." Jimo Huaxue seemed quite familiar with the scenery, speaking in a calm tone. "South of Yunmeng lies the Yunhuang. The air there is thick with moisture, and snakes, insects, rats, and ants run rampant. People who live there rarely live past forty." "Then why don't they move north?" Su Baiyi asked. Jimo Huaxue smiled. "You…
Su Baiyi scratched his head. “Senior sister, why is your conversation so mysterious…” The lady in red smiled and turned her head to look at the people from the Clear Sky Courtyard. "Has Bai Jile arrived?" No one answered. "Has Helian Xiyue arrived?" Still, no one answered. "Since they haven't come, then get lost," the woman in red said dismissively. "In the entire Shanglin Heavenly Palace, only those two are worthy of my blade." Crouching Tiger let out a long sigh, steadying his breath. "Jimo Sword City, do you intend to oppose the Shanglin Heavenly Palace?" The lady in red suddenly turned around, and the Liangren Sword that had been hovering beside her abruptly flew forward. Everyone turned in alarm to see a masked man with an umbrella standing behind them, his arrival unnoticed. As the long sword shot toward him, the man quickly unfurled his dark green umbrella, yet the Liangren Sword came to an abrupt stop, one foot away from its target. The lady in red slightly lowered her head. “You’re not bad.” The man chuckled softly, "To earn a 'not bad' from the esteemed City Lord of Jimo is praise enough to boast about in the Shanglin Heavenly Palace for years to come.Today’s matter is an internal affair of Shanglin Heavenly Palace and has nothing to do with Jimo City; I kindly ask the lord not to intervene." "You are not without skill," the lady in red said slowly, "but you are not worthy of my blade. Nor are you in a position to bargain with me." …
“Many years ago, I too had the fortune to witness the essence of the Everlasting Flowing Sword.” Crouching Tiger looked at the white jade longsword in Nangong Xi’er’s hands, his expression carrying a trace of nostalgia, “To see it again today is indeed a great fortune.” Nangong Xier raised her sword, her expression unchanged, and did not reply. But Su Baiyi knew that her strength was far from recovered; she was merely sustaining herself on a single breath of true qi, and could collapse at any moment. Crouching Tiger also readied his cleaver, not daring to make a move against Nangong Xi’er. The Everlasting Flowing Sword technique he had once witnessed was the most terrifying swordsmanship he had ever seen in this world, without equal. Even at his peak, he would not dare to fight it lightly, let alone now when he too had sustained considerable injuries. “She is seriously injured.” The masked man said suddenly. Crouching Tiger frowned slightly. "Oh?" “Our Courtyard of Thousand Inventions possesses a martial skill that allows one to observe qi and discern realms. That disciple of Xie Kanhua, at first glance, appeared to be at the Ascending realm, but after that one sword strike, his realm plummeted. Now, he hasn’t even reached the Autumn Water realm. As for this woman…” the man in the mask spoke solemnly, “Her entire being is like a room with shattered doors and windows, her qi chaotically rushing about everywhere. It’s clear she has suffered severe internal injuries. Vice-chair, they are not to be feared.” As soon as the…
Though the sword has not yet left its sheath, the intent of the blade already surges forth mightily from within. Mu Nianhua swiftly moved to the side of Nangong Xi’er and said softly, “It seems I’ve heard the rumbling of thunder.” “The softest whispers of thunder.” “Emanating from the space within the sheath.” The Crouching Tiger narrowed his eyes slightly; in the world, there exists a sword technique, singular in its form, known as the Sword Drawing Technique. It is said that swordsmen who practice this art do so beneath cliffside waterfalls, tirelessly honing this technique for decades. Only when the day comes that their sword can cleave the cascading waters, is it time for them to descend the mountain and wander the earth. “Your sword-drawing technique…” As the Crouching Tiger’s cleaver fell, shattering Mu Nianhua’s previous strike, a moment’s breath was typically needed before he could deliver an even finer blow. Yet, intuition screamed within him, he must not allow Su Baiyi to unsheathe his sword. “Is it merely sword-drawing technique?” Su Baiyi leapt up, dodging the blade from the Crouching Tiger, his sword drawn halfway, “Think bolder!” “Be bolder!” “For instance, like Seeing Flowers in the Mist.” “What a joke,” scoffed the Crouching Tiger with a cold laugh, as he swung his cleaver eleven times in succession at Su Baiyi, who was in mid-air. The blade energy was so vast that it caused the river water around the Golden Wind to surge and swell. Huge waves rose up, one after another. A cold light flashed. The Junyu sword…
Mu Nianhua’s expression was serious, without a trace of a smile. “Why did you come out? The things I promised you, I will naturally accomplish.” “Your name is Mu Nianhua, and you are the seventh son in your family?” Su Baiyi suddenly asked. Mu Nianhua was taken aback. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" “My name is Su Baiyi, my place in the family hierarchy is unknown, for I have no family left,” Su Baiyi moved to stand beside Mu Nianhua, shoulder to shoulder. “From this moment on, we are true friends.” “Really.” Mu Nianhua lowered his head and smiled. "If it's a business deal, then we can only talk about promises. But if we're friends, then we should talk about loyalty." Su Baiyi raised the sword in his hand. "How can I let my friend face danger alone?" “In business, there’s always room to back out, but once you’re friends, it’s a bond of life and death,” Mu Nianhua said with a laugh. “You, the scholar, are quite the scoundrel.” Elder Long looked at the sword in Su Baiyi's hand and narrowed his eyes. "Jun Yu." “It seems everyone recognizes this sword, but I wonder, do you still recognize its technique?” Su Baiyi smiled. "You've mastered it?" Mu Nianhua frowned slightly. “Of course.” Su Baiyi raised an eyebrow. “Have you said enough?” The Crouching Tiger stood with his hands resting on his large cleaver, his right fingers tapping lightly on the hilt. “Will you come at me together, or one by one? Choose as you please.…
