Chapter 1882: The Great Self-Cultivation Era — Red-Clad Evil-Repellers Everywhere

Su Xiaoxiao: "Perfectly normal. This is an ultimate treasure refined by Brother Taixuan. Cultivating under the projection of the Cosmic Tower can also boost comprehension and make one lose track of time! Even a Primordial Saint can still use this tower."

Huang Yaoshi: "So miraculous. Looks like once I have points, I'll have to experience it too. By the way, Young Friend Lin, where did your points come from? I see some new martial arts in the Shangcheng — could it be you plundered them from those Wu Lin sects?"

Lin Pingzhi: "That's right. When I was distributing the Evil-Repelling Sword Art, I copied their manuals on the side. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the points to activate the Cosmic Tower function."

Huang Yaoshi: "So that's how it is. Looks like this old man can't sit idle either~"

Mu Wanqing: "Collect manuals to trade for points? Once my Wu Gong improves, I want to try it too-."

Shang Xiuxun: "Your worlds are relatively peaceful, so that's fine. Mine, forget it — it's all chaos and war. Rather than going out to collect manuals, I'd rather grow spiritual herbs at home and trade them for points. I've already moved the Flying Horse Ranch into the cave heaven."

Su Xiaoxiao: "Right. For 'Twin Dragons of the Great Tang,' Xiuxun can use it as reference — get rid of the traitors inside your Flying Horse Ranch."

Shang Xiuxun: "What is this? 【Shocked】"

Su Xiaoxiao: "Hehe, the story from your side."

Shang Xiuxun: "The story from my side?!"

Lin Pingzhi: "What's going on?"

Su Xiaoxiao: "This, well… in any case, that's how it is. Later I'll send all of your stories to you — take a look for yourselves."

Mu Wanqing: "…This kind of thing is really hard to believe."

Lin Pingzhi: "I'm a bit dizzy, let me take a moment."

Meanwhile.

The jianghu of the Smiling, Proud World has already been turned upside down.

Nearly a hundred thousand copies of the Evil-Repelling Sword Art were distributed. The entire jianghu stayed peaceful for half a year, and then erupted into even fiercer fighting.

With power in hand, how many can honestly keep to themselves?

The entire jianghu, because of a single Evil-Repelling Sword Art, has been slaughtered until rivers of blood flow.

Shaolin.

"Abbot, the number of people outside cultivating the Evil-Repelling Sword Art keeps growing!"

The Head of the Luo Han Hall looked toward the abbot. "Senior brother, we can hesitate no longer."

Abbot Fang Zheng's hair and beard were all white, his spirit hale and vigorous.

More than thirty years had passed. The old monk's cultivation base had grown ever deeper; the internal force of the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic was incomparably pure, granting him unmatched power and confidence.

Only, no matter how strong the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic was, it was still just a single superior martial art.

Even if it were taught openly, Shaolin Temple could not produce many top experts.

The Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic was far too difficult to begin.

The Evil-Repelling Sword Art was different.

So long as one endured the painful cut, and had a bit of martial foundation, one could quickly become a first-rate expert; with a touch of comprehension, one could become a top-tier expert under heaven.

This kind of art was far too sinister and strange.

Originally, having one Lin Pingzhi in the jianghu was already enough to give people a headache.

Now, with the Evil-Repelling Sword Art leaked out, letting martial artists across the world all practice the Evil-Repelling Sword Art — it was simply the source of calamity.

"Thirty years ago, the Evil-Repelling Sword Art's fame shook the heavens. Even the Nine Swords of Dugu and the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic could not contest its edge. I had thought this sword art would vanish along with Lin Pingzhi. Who would have expected this sword art to suddenly spread out — and spread across the entire jianghu."

The Nine Swords of Dugu was undeniably powerful.

But it shared the same fatal flaw as top-tier arts like the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic — the requirements were too high.

An ordinary martial artist who got the sword art could only treat it like a heavenly scripture; even if the sword art were released into the jianghu, those who could master it could be counted on one hand.

"Indeed."

The monks nodded.

"A calamity. Given the current situation, we have no choice but to practice the Evil-Repelling Sword Art."

Shaolin's top experts did not fear the Evil-Repelling Sword Art.

But such top experts were far too few.

If martial artists across the land stormed Shaolin, they simply could not hold them off.

Shaolin now had a terrible headache.