At Worst, I'll Cultivate the Sword for Another Lifetime!
Qing Kingdom, Wuliang Mountain.
A faintly discernible array was like an upside-down bowl, covering dozens of green peaks.
Under the sunlight, the array wall reflected a faint seven-colored light, and streams of spiritual energy floated in the mountains.
In the mountains, the cranes and spirit beasts were playing. In the clouds and mist, a few Dao shadows appeared.
Clang--
Clang--
The melodious sound of the bell reverberated in the clouds. Countless disciples of the Immeasurable Sect were shocked when they heard the bell and gathered at the main peak of the Immeasurable Mountain.
Countless disciples of Immeasurable Mountain had gathered in an open space beside a pavilion in the forest. They all knelt on the ground, their expressions sorrowful.
In the pavilion, several middle-aged men in Taoist robes knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with sorrow.
"Teacher…"
The few female Daoists couldn't help but cry out in grief. The male cultivators beside them also wiped their tears with their sleeves.
"Cough cough…"
An elderly figure sat on the cloud bed with his back against the bed. He slowly propped his body up. Soon after, an elderly voice sounded.
"Don't cry. Nothing in the world can escape this day. Even the Great Emperor who has dominated the world for thousands of years will fall, let alone this old Taoist.”
The old Daoist turned around and looked around at his disciples. He could not help but smile.
"You're not young anymore. Why are you still crying like children?”
"We cannot bear to part with teacher…"
The hearts of the disciples were once again tugged at, and the whimpering sounds were endless.
Thinking of their master's teachings day and night, the disciples felt even more sorrowful.
The old Daoist sighed and helped his eldest disciple up.
"Now that the Saint Mother's faction has retreated, although I don't know why, the crisis of our Limitless Sect has been temporarily resolved. The last thing that I was worried about has now been settled. After I die, you must assist your eldest senior brother and revitalize my sect.”
Hearing their master's last words, the disciples felt extremely sorrowful.
Their master, Daoist Zhen Yuan, was one of the most outstanding male cultivators in the Qing Kingdom.
His body was immeasurably divine.
However, now that Zhen Yuan Daoist's lifespan was about to end, their master had already reached the end of his life.
After giving his instructions, his True Qi seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden. He could not help but relax his brows, and even his pale face became rosy.
Master...
The few True Essence disciples present were extremely sorrowful. Looking at their master's expression, they knew that his time was really running out.
" Do Jin, bring me my sword!!!"
Daoist Zhen Yuan said to his eldest disciple.
"Teacher…"
Do Jin sighed and looked at his master. He instantly understood his master's intentions.
Daoist Zhen Yuan had been with the sword all his life. Now that his lifespan was about to end, accompanying his spirit sword was the best destination.
Do Jin took the Zhen Yuan Daoist spirit sword and held it with both hands.
All the disciples knelt down, thinking that Daoist Zhen Yuan was going to teach them the sword. They all lowered their heads and prepared to listen to their master's teachings.
At this moment, Zhen Yuan Daoist suddenly sat up from the cloud bed. With his sword in hand, he walked out of the pavilion step by step.
"Master…This…"
The group of disciples was stunned and hurriedly followed out in a panic.
Whoosh...
Seeing Zhen Yuan Daoist walk out of the pavilion, the third generation, fourth generation, and even the outer sect disciples all knelt down.
"Alright... Sure!"
Daoist Zhen Yuan nodded in satisfaction when he saw the talents under him.
When he took over the Limitless Sect, it was a small sect with less than a hundred people. After hundreds of years of management, it was enough for him to explain to the ancestors.
Then, he turned around and said to the eldest disciple behind him,"Disciple Do Jin, I will hand over the foundation of this sect to you today!”
"Teacher…You…"
Do Jin had followed Daoist Zhen Yuan for the longest time, so he naturally knew his master's thoughts the best.
Daoist Zhen Yuan seemed to be giving instructions, but there was a strange look in his eyes.
Hearing his master's words, Do Jin was immediately somewhat speechless.
In these few days, Do Jin's condition was getting worse, but he still cleaned his sword day and night!!
A vague guess came to Do Jin's mind. He knelt on the ground with a bang. He was reluctant to part with his teacher, but he admired him even more!
After kowtowing three times, Do Jin said in a deep voice,"
"Disciple Do Jin, respectfully send off teacher!"
Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuan Daoist nodded slightly. He immediately carried his sword with one hand and stepped on the clouds!
All the disciples were shocked. Daoist Zhen Yuan's lifespan was nearing its end!
What was he trying to do?
"Today, I will travel thousands of miles alone. You don't have to send me off!”
Daoist Zhen Yuan's voice was like rolling thunder in spring, echoing in the ears of every Limitless Sect disciple.
Daoist Zhen Yuan looked at the mountain gate that he had managed for hundreds of years. A trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, but it quickly turned into endless determination.
It was just a matter of death, so what was the harm in cultivating the sword for another life?
This was originally an old and broken body, so why not use this last bit of strength to add a ray of light to this world!
"If you want to offer sacrifices to me, you can do so in the direction of the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom!
I'm leaving!"
With that, Zhen Yuan Daoist rode away on a cloud, and countless disciples behind him knelt down.
Facing the direction where the old Daoist had disappeared, he knelt for a long time!
...
Dark clouds rolled over the Chaotic Fist Sect.
The group of Ru Fists from the Chaotic Fists Sect headed down the mountain in a mighty manner.
Looking at the long snake-like Fighter Ru, who seemed to have no end in sight.
The few villages at the foot of the mountain were already in a state of panic.
Wherever the Chaotic Fist Sect passed, everything was turned into ruins. At this moment, the villagers in the village were packing up their belongings and preparing to escape.
This was because wherever this chaotic fist passed, there would be nothing left!
At this moment, at the tea stall at the entrance of the village.
A bare-chested muscular man sat on the horse stool and immediately called out,
"Shop owner, give me a bowl of herbal tea!"
The shop owner had a bitter expression as he begged for mercy."Sir System, you should hurry up and run. If the Fighter of the Chaotic Fist Sect comes later, it will be too late to run!”
Hearing this, the man looked displeased.
"I say, shop owner, are you going to do this business?”
Seeing the man's unfriendly expression, the shopkeeper hurriedly nodded his head like pounding garlic."Of course, we will do this business!”
Not long after, the shop owner brought over a bowl of herbal tea. After sending over the herbal tea, the shop owner actually ignored the shop owner and ran away without a trace.
The man picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp. He laughed and said,"Awesome! With this bowl of herbal tea, how many hundreds of Ru punches would he get today?”
The man took a step forward and actually walked towards the Ru Fist that covered the sky!
Martial artists had no means of riding on clouds and mist, so they had to rely on their legs to travel!
The man knew that if he rushed to the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom, he might not be able to make it in time for that monstrous battle. However, as a male cultivator, how could he sit back and watch Ru Quan run rampant?
Therefore, he resolutely went there to stop the chaotic punches from descending the mountain!
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