Chapter 448

Heaven is destroying me!

Zhang Xingyu secretly thought things were bad. The Four Swords of Executing Immortals were his strongest means; now three were destroyed, and he hadn't yet mastered the fourth.

Seeing the killing intent rolling toward him, Zhang Xingyu gritted his teeth, and a pitch-black longsword appeared in his hand.

"Heavenly God Sword! Go!"

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the Heavenly God Sword shot back.

Zhang Xingyu felt a sharp pain in his brow. The Heavenly God Sword was connected to his soul; since the sword was heavily damaged, the injury he sustained was naturally not light.

"Ah!"

The old man's eyes opened completely. He looked at Zhang Xingyu, who was bleeding from his seven orifices, and let out an exclamation.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

The old man sighed long and hard, then closed his eyes again and said nothing.

Zhang Xingyu looked up and spat out a mouthful of old blood.

After the blood was spat out, his condition improved slightly.

He silently put away the four swords, then sat cross-legged to repair the injuries within his body.

The injuries in his body were easy to repair, but the injuries within his Divine Court would be difficult.

That sword strike just now—the old man's sword intent had pierced directly through the Heavenly God Sword into his Divine Court, leaving it riddled with holes.

If not for the Green Lotus exerting its power at the end to extinguish that sword intent, Zhang Xingyu's Divine Court would have collapsed, and his soul would have been extinguished.

After recuperating for three days, Zhang Xingyu opened his eyes again.

Perhaps sensing his awakening, the white-haired old man also opened his eyes at the same time.

This time, no sword intent shot from his eyes. Otherwise, given Zhang Xingyu's current state, he would likely have died instantly.

"Who are you?"

Although the old man did not open his mouth, his voice clearly entered Zhang Xingyu's ears.

"Zhang Xingyu."

Zhang Xingyu replied. Before the old man could ask again, he asked the old man, "Who is the Senior?"

The old man did not answer, but asked on his own, "Where do you come from?"

"From where I came."

Before the old man could speak, he asked the old man again, "Who is the Senior?"

"Where are you going?"

"To where I am going. Old Senior, don't just ask me; you must answer my question too." Zhang Xingyu couldn't help but feel a bit angry. This old man had tried to kill him the moment he arrived; anyone would be angry.

"I am Li Bai. What a pity, what a pity." The old man said, then closed his eyes again.

Li Bai? Li Taibai? The Green Lotus Sword Immortal Li Taibai?

Zhang Xingyu stood stunned on the spot.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses.

Zhang Xingyu first carefully straightened his clothes, then solemnly bowed to Li Bai: "Junior Zhang Xingyu has long admired the Senior's great name. To see the Senior today is a great fortune!"

Zhang Xingyu's bow was solemn, but his heart was very nervous. He had used classical language to speak to his idol, and he didn't know if he had said it correctly.

"Oh, you know me?"

Li Bai's eyelids opened a sliver again.

"Indeed. Junior not only knows the Senior's great name but has also recited many of the Senior's poems. 'Before my bed, the bright moonlight, suspected to be frost on the ground, I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon...'"

Hearing Zhang Xingyu recite the poems he had written, Li Bai's eyelids opened a bit wider.

"It is rare that someone still remembers the poems I wrote." Li Bai reached out to stroke his long beard under his chin, then asked, "Little fellow, do you come from Hai Lan Xing in the White Dove Star Region of the Earth Immortal Realm?"

Hai Lan Xing in the White Dove Star Region of the Earth Immortal Realm?

Hearing this name, Zhang Xingyu was a bit confused.

In his past life, he came from Earth. In this life, he came from Xuantiandalu; he didn't even know which planet that was.

"That must be it. Thousands of years ago, I split off several strands of divine sense to travel to various places. The poems you recited were written when my divine sense was traveling on Hai Lan Xing in the White Dove Star Region of the Earth Immortal Realm. To be honest, that period of travel is truly nostalgic!"

Li Bai stroked his chest-length beard, a nostalgic expression appearing on his face.

Zhang Xingyu stared blankly at Li Bai. This was his first time being this close to the Poet Immortal Li Bai; it would be impossible not to be excited.

He took a book from his bosom; the cover of the book had the words "Complete Collection of Poems by Green Lotus Sword Immortal" written in bold, flowing vermilion characters.

This book was compiled by the Taibai fan A'rou. To thank Zhang Xingyu for his generosity and selflessness, A'rou had specially copied a version for him.

Once Li Bai's expression returned to normal, Zhang Xingyu walked forward a few steps weakly: "Great Poet Immortal, could you sign this for me? I am also a Taibai fan."

A Taibai fan?

Li Bai was puzzled.

But the next second, Zhang Xingyu felt his hand suddenly lighten; the poetry collection had flown straight toward Li Bai like a stream of light.

The poetry collection stopped in mid-air three feet in front of Li Bai. Then, the pages turned without wind, emitting a crisp rustling sound.

Li Bai's eyes followed the turning pages. A unique expression appeared on his face—reminiscence, intoxication, joy, and sadness.

Zhang Xingyu stared intently at Li Bai, his internal monologue changing along with Li Bai's expressions.

"The Great Poet Immortal has a story!"

"The Great Poet Immortal is a narcissist!"

"The Great Poet Immortal is truly authentic!"

"The Great Poet Immortal is so pitiful!"

Half an hour later, the poetry collection turned to the last page. A trace of lingering attachment flashed in Li Bai's eyes, and then he closed them.

Seeing that Li Bai was about to doze off, Zhang Xingyu couldn't help but shout: "Great Poet Immortal, don't forget to sign it!"

"Swish!"

In the void, a writing brush appeared out of thin air.

This brush had a green bamboo shaft, a white jade cap, an ink-black ferrule, and a snow-white tip.

Without seeing Li Bai reach out, the poetry collection opened automatically again, and the brush danced in the air on the title page of the collection with a 'swish-swish-swish-swish'.

A moment later, the brush vanished into the void, and the poetry collection turned and flew through the air toward Zhang Xingyu.

When the poetry collection flew to him, Zhang Xingyu hurriedly stretched out both hands to catch it gently. This was the first time he had received an autograph from his idol. He was very happy and excited; his heartbeat was no slower than the moment his dear Senior Sister gave him his first kiss. He carefully held the poetry collection against his chest; he didn't dare to flip through it immediately, fearing that he might accidentally smudge the Great Poet Immortal's signature.

After a long while, he slowly calmed his excited mood. He gently opened the poetry collection. In his eyes, streams of snow-white sword light rushed toward him.

Oh no!

Zhang Xingyu's soul nearly left his body.

Great Poet Immortal, are you trying to take my life?

Watching those sword lights fly into his eyes, he had no time to react.

Fortunately, those sword lights did not cause trouble after flying into his eyes. They danced and swirled, finally combining into three rows of golden, flowing characters.

From right to left, the first row read: If you love poetry, if you love wine, all else is nothing! The second row read: If you do not love poetry, if you do not love wine, what use is a sword? The third row read: Not a sword cultivator.

The meaning of these three lines was very direct, but Zhang Xingyu was left completely confused.

This autograph from the Great Poet Immortal was truly unique. Although I don't understand it, I like it.

Zhang Xingyu carefully put the poetry collection into his storage ring.

"Many thanks, Great Poet Immortal!" He cupped his hands to thank Li Bai.

Unfortunately, Li Bai ignored him completely. Li Bai stood there, eyes closed, motionless, as if he had already fallen asleep.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head helplessly.

Perhaps having stayed in this ghostly place for too long, the Great Poet Immortal suffered from severe autism and didn't like to communicate with people.

Fine, I'll just wait quietly for him to open his eyes again.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the brilliant starry sky, then looked down at the sleeping Li Bai, and sat down cross-legged.