354: Chapter 154: The Treasure of the Divine Weapon, Midnight Visitor_3 354: Chapter 154: The Treasure of the Divine Weapon, Midnight Visitor_3 “Today, I shall show you,”
“Today, I shall let Mr.
Li see this sword,”
He held the sword but did not draw it from its scabbard.
His back was straight as he spoke slowly:
“It is the vanguard for the people, the great trend of the world, striking up at the Emperor, down at the Marquises, a righteous person’s anger, the world wrapped in mourning, rescuing the living and supporting the dying, a white rainbow piercing the sun, a cot assaulting the moon, this is the world’s trend, the spirit between people, all tied to this sword.”
“With this sword, I scorn kings and nobles!”
“Even if this body perishes, it can still bring change to the world.”
“Besides, what does it matter if I’m of no use in state affairs, I have devoted this life to the sword, that’s all.”
“This is the knight’s sword.”
A surge of Sword Intent burst forth, clear and resplendent, stronger than when Li Guanyi had crossed swords with him.
Just two short days, and he had transford again.
Moreover, Xu Huixiang even chose to directly demonstrate his evolving Sword Intent to Li Guanyi, as if he intended to teach him.
Li Guanyi looked at the young Sword Saint before him and thought that indeed, there were many prodigies in the world.
The latter smiled and explained, “Observing Mr.
Li’s heart, I’ve had an enlightennt.
My previous sword practice was influenced by Confucianism and Taoism.
Now, I want to seek out the Mo School, to search for the Mo School’s sword.
Before I leave, I shall pass on this Sword Intent to Mr.
Li.”
“I ca to say goodbye today, not knowing when we’ll et again in the future.”
“By then, let’s spar with this Sword Intent and see our respective understandings.”
“Surely, it will advance our Sword Intents further, allowing us to see a greater distance.”
He was truly sincere about the sword.
Li Guanyi gazed at this outstanding young swordsn of his generation and nodded in agreent:
“Good!”
“Thank you for the trust.”
“No matter where, at the ends of the earth, we shall et again.”
Xu Huixiang parted with an unrestrained smile, “Ah, right, if Mr.
Li can attain the highest rank and go to the Inner Cabinet, rember to take sothing.
It’s a bronze piece as large as a stele, with a martial art recorded on it, but the martial art isn’t the key point.”
“As far as I know, there’s ‘Innate Geng tal’ the size of a fist, wrapped inside the bronze.”
“That material is enough to forge a mystical weapon and a Divine Weapon.”
“Consider this news as a congratulatory gift for your victory,” Xu Huixiang said, his ntal State as clear as crystal, revealing this information straightforwardly.
With such insight and personality, Li Guanyi suddenly understood why the Palace Master of the Academy held him in high regard.
As he sent the young Sword Saint out the door, upon his departure, Xu Huixiang said:
“After eting the disciples of the Mo School, I will probably head to Jiangnan.
Sixty years ago, my grandfather dueled with Gongyang Su Wang and Sword Madman for the third ti.
They realized they understood each other too well, and sword fighting was dull when not involving life and death, like fighting against oneself.”
“So, they agreed on a sixty-year pact to train their descendants and then decide the victor.”
“I am nineteen this year, but my elder brother is twenty-nine.
His root bone is not very different from mine, with ten more years of hard cultivation, his Martial Arts are much stronger than mine.”
“My grandfather said the world cannot tolerate Murong Longtu, but he does not concern himself with the world.
If Chen Country and Ying Country choose to ddle, he wouldn’t mind fighting to the death with Sword Saints and Sword Madn before dying.
Therefore, this battle will still take place in the Jiangnan Eighteen States.”
“Mr.
Li, if you’re interested, you could attend then.
Xu Huixiang will sweep the couch in welco.”
“The world is vast, and I look forward to our eting.”
“Farewell.”
Xu Huixiang bowed with a smile and left with an easy grace.
Even as rivals, Li Guanyi found it hard to feel any ill will toward such an opponent.
However, the battle of the Sword Saint and the Sword Madman in the Jiangnan Eighteen States…
Li Guanyi cast his eyes down, perhaps they would et again.
He paced back, thinking of Xu Huixiang’s resolute and epiphanic fourth sword from “Zhuang Zhou’s Sword,” the knight’s sword.
He fell silent for a long while, feeling that what Xu Huixiang said was indeed exhilarating but not what he had in mind.
The young man held a tree branch and carelessly chopped away.
He eventually managed to imitate a third of the Divine Charm of Xu Huixiang’s knight’s sword.
But he couldn’t manage to do it again, overtaken by a rising sense of frustration.
Li Guanyi, gripping the branch, sketched in the courtyard.
He could faintly hear the zither sound coming from the Imperial Palace, thinking of Emperor Chen, Jiang Gao, and even the kings and ministers under their command, the myriad of life’s conditions.
Seeing Xu Huixiang’s knight’s sword, spirit shining with vibrant colors, there was a pent-up breath in his chest that he had to release.
Thus, the young man swept out with his sword, agitating the pond.
“I possess a sword…”
Li Guanyi brought the sword down, writing the words.
Summon all kings and heroes to death!
The Sword Intent embryonic form was hearty and unbridled.
Li Guanyi exhaled deeply, then wiped away the boldly flamboyant text; such words from him at this mont were nothing but child’s babbling.
He kept the thought only in his heart.
Suddenly he sensed soone purposely releasing their aura.
The pond’s waves, stirred by the Sword Qi, cald down again.
A thin layer of frost even ford on the surface, and as leaves fell in the wind, they seed to halt mid-fall, eventually hanging like silver strands tethered by the trees, a scene resembling the immaculate beauty of the moon palace, absolutely ravishing, even the nascent Sword Intent that Li Guanyi had just begun to comprehend was immobilized.
Such Martial Arts, such a move, yet without malice.
The young genius Li Guanyi, who was just bubbling with enthusiasm, halted for a mont and turned around.
He looked up.
His face broke into a broad, pure, harmless and well-behaved smile.
“Aunt Qingyan!”
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