Chapter 69: The Dao Sword Appears in the World, the Sword Roars Long and Clear!

Dan Jian Mountain is not particularly steep.

The Dan Sword Sect of the past did not rely on steep mountain terrain to achieve its success either.

Today, Zhang Shaoqin revisits the old site, looking at the places of the past with a sense of desolation in his eyes.

The Dan Sword Sect of the past no longer exists at all.

The palaces and pavilions that Zhang Shaoqin once saw have also vanished.

Small buildings rising from the ground have taken their place.

"This place is a farmhouse resort now," Liu Yao says, suppressing his smile.

However, seeing Zhang Shaoqin's somewhat lost and dejected expression, Liu Yao does not continue speaking.

"There is indeed a lake on Dan Jian Mountain, and many people come here to fish," Xiaorou says.

The Dan Jian Mountain of today has become extremely mediocre.

Zhang Shaoqin heaves a sigh, then becomes full of energy again.

"Back then, Master severed the anomalies of the world, only then sparing the world from catastrophe."

"Cang Jun was lawless and invincible, with the handiwork of visitors from another world behind him."

"At that time, the forces opposing Cang in the world were led by Master."

At that time, Master Slayed Cang Jun, and to show respect, Huang Xianyuan married his daughter, the current Princess Pingyang, to Master's younger brother, Lin Zhi.

"Your fabrication is getting more and more plausible; I just looked it up."

"Princess Pingyang's husband is indeed surnamed Lin, named Zhi."

"However, I have some doubts: why didn't that Huang Gaozu marry his daughter to your Master?"

"That is Princess Pingyang; wouldn't it have been better to use her to win over your Master?"

"Because... she was not worthy."

"What kind of status does my Master have? How could a mere mortal be worthy of him?"

Hearing the words "not worthy," Liu Yao's mouth twitches.

He feels like he has suffered a critical hit of one hundred thousand points.

He has already grown accustomed to the words "not worthy."

"Speaking of which, I am reminded of a currently popular figure, Heize."

"There are rumors that he held off ten thousand alone and Slayed ten thousand Wolf Guards."

"This rumor has the same epic feel as the Extraordinary Persons of the Great Cang period you mentioned," Xiaorou says from the side.

She briefly tells Zhang Shaoqin about the matter of Heize.

A look of reverence appears on Zhang Shaoqin's face: "He must be a famous general of the current age; it is a pity he is unknown to outsiders."

"Do you mean that Heize could not have held off ten thousand alone?"

Zhang Shaoqin nods: "Naturally. Even your founder, Mo Fengxue, could only Slay a few hundred people at his peak."

"The most important thing is that since my Master, there have been no more Extraordinary Persons in the world."

Without Extraordinary Persons, it means there is no Supernatural.

That Heize must have used other methods to defeat the Wolf Guards.

"It's not easy, Shaoqin; the two of us actually having the same opinion."

"I have a lot of say regarding this Heize matter; I have a close buddy I grew up with who is doing odd jobs at Dahuang Mountain, and our relationship is very tight—he wouldn't lie to me!"

"He told me that the matter of Heize is already very clear: Heize led a border army and, with the help of favorable timing, terrain, and human support, wiped out the Wolf Guards."

"If it were Heize holding off ten thousand alone, I would do a handstand and eat shit!" Liu Yao says.

As he speaks, Liu Yao does not forget to add: "Look, you don't believe in Heize, just as we don't believe in your Master."

Zhang Shaoqin smiles helplessly.

Master is the faith in his heart.

If it were anyone else, he wouldn't bother saying so much.

To him, he does not want anyone to look down on his Master.

"Master is the most special person in the world."

"Heize is also very special, I am also very special, and everyone in this world is very special."

"You are not worthy."

Liu Yao is speechless and shrugs: "It's all sounding so miraculous now; let's see in a moment if I can find your Master's sword from the bottom of the lake."

A sword buried at the bottom of a lake for many years has likely long since rotted away.

Zhang Shaoqin's eyes carry a look of confidence: "Master's sword is naturally different."

Master's sword, its predecessor was the Dao Sword, and this sword is special.

Under Master's nourishment, this sword became a special existence.

The group arrives before the lake.

At this time, there are quite a few people fishing outside the lake.

The Fishing King Xu Yijun is one of them; as a moderately famous streamer in the fishing circle, he now has tens of thousands of followers.

"Family, this lake is not a good spot; there aren't many fish." Xu Yijun has been here for quite a while.

As a result, his harvest is not much, far worse than in the past, and the streaming effect is also worse than before.

Xu Yijun naturally sees the group of four arriving nearby—a strange combination.

A burly, fierce woman and a handsome man wearing ancient Daoist robes.

Of course, he just looks and does not sneak a photo.

As a streamer, not randomly filming ordinary people who enter the frame is his professional ethics.

At this moment, these few people walked to his side, seemingly saying something.

Hearing the content of their conversation, Xu Yijun smiled.

These people had come to the lake to fish out a sword left behind by their ancestor.

In the live stream, some viewers naturally also heard some fragments of their talk.

"So many weirdos, fishing for a thousand-year-old ancient sword in a lake!"

"Big Brother Yijun, fishing for a sword is too much trouble; your fishing skills are good, help them fish it up."

Looking at the increasing barrage comments, Xu Yijun smiled.

He finally understood why those peers all liked scripts, encountering actors and amateurs on the road.

Beside him, Zhang Shaoqin did not pay attention to Xu Yijun's presence.

His expression was excited, and he slowly spoke: "I have sensed it, the Master's sword is at the bottom of the lake."

Beside him, Liu Yao helplessly waved his hand: "Talking about metaphysics again.

I also sensed it, the Sun Emperor's corpse is in the lake.

Who can't sense things? It's just that one doesn't know if it's right or wrong."

Beside them, the Three Extremes Sect Master looked curious: "Shaoqin, what does the Blood of the Extreme Spirit refer to?"

It is recorded in that letter that only with the Blood of the Extreme Spirit as a guide can the Dao Sword be made to appear in the world.

"The Blood of the Extreme Spirit is the blood of a Spirit Martial Artist of the extreme." Zhang Shaoqin's face revealed a solemn expression.

In this world, he is likely the only Spirit Martial Artist of the extreme left.

Fortunately, he came here and is about to unseal the Master's sword.

Otherwise, the Strange Breath in this world would have no way to be cut off.

"It's getting more and more mysterious," Liu Yao laughed.

The Xu Yijun beside them also couldn't help but ask: "Brothers, are you filming a short video?

Should I move further away?"

The conversation of this group was just too interesting, and very bizarre.

"No," Liu Yao discovered that Xu Yijun was live streaming and said with a smile, "My buddy here is preparing to cast a spell to retrieve a peerless good sword and save the world."

In Xu Yijun's live stream, the barrage suddenly boiled over again.

"Brother Gentleman, you've fallen, actually looking for a script!"

"And you said there was no script!"

"It's just, you're a fisherman, why come to this kind of fantasy script?"

"Where is this a fantasy script? This is a parody script!

Even 'saving the world' has come out."

Zhang Shaoqin naturally did not know the content of the barrage, and even if he did, he would not pay it any mind.

His expression was solemn as he waved his hand toward the air.

His fingers danced, forming complex hand seals.

A drop of fresh blood suddenly burst forth from between his fingers.

A profound aura emanated from Zhang Shaoqin's body.

At this time, Liu Yao was slightly stunned: "It actually looks quite authentic."

The Three Extremes Sect Master had also been watching Zhang Shaoqin, and he found it somewhat hard to understand.

Is this fishing for a sword?

Shouldn't one find someone to go down into the lake to fish?

Xiaorou had the same thought as him.

The letter said to use the Blood of the Extreme Spirit as a guide.

The Three Extremes Sect Master did not truly take these words to heart.

Zhang Shaoqin's closed eyes suddenly opened at this moment, his face carrying a respectful expression.

"Attendant under Lin Ping Shengren, I request the Dao Sword to appear, to set things right and Slay the Strange Breath!"

In the live stream, the barrage boiled over once again.

"This is acting!"

"We are the audience!"

"I'll just watch how he performs later!"

"Gentleman, this actor is not bad, you have to pay him more."

"This really isn't an actor I hired, it's a real chance encounter, a chance encounter," Xu Yijun explained.

"This script is too poor; requesting a sword to appear requires spending a lot of money on special effects.

As everyone knows, videos cannot be photoshopped, and live streams cannot have special effects added."

Just then, however, the aura of heaven and earth congealed.

In the lake, the calm Water began to sway following Zhang Shaoqin's words.

This swaying became larger and larger.

From the initial sparkling waves, it turned into something like boiling.

Xu Yijun, Liu Yao, and the others watched this scene, all terrified and bewildered.

"What is going on?"

The live stream camera was aimed at the lake surface, and the live stream room also boiled over.

"Is this an earthquake? Run, streamer!"

"It's clearly a volcanic eruption!"

"I guess it's a water monster appearing!"

"Why not say that the sword from just now was summoned out?"

"That would burn through too much of the special effects budget."

But the next second, Xu Yijun, Liu Yao, the Three Extremes Sect Master, Xiaorou, and the others had looks of astonishment.

The surface of the lake suddenly surged with a heaven-shaking wave.

Amidst the heaven-shaking giant wave, a bladeless sword was flying through the air!

A great sword without an edge!

Ancient, simple, and heavy!

A sword hum rang out leisurely, sounding just like a dragon's roar.

In everyone's ears, this sword hum echoed.

This sword was wrapped in golden light, making it difficult to see clearly.

Looking closely, one would discover that on the sword body, there were countless scars and jagged chips.

Seeing the Dao Sword, Zhang Shaoqin's expression was agitated, his eyes filled with tears: "This is Master's sword!"

"Back then, Master held the Dao Sword and entered the Imperial City alone.

With one cry of 'Sword Come', ten thousand swords returned to their origin, Slay-ing Cang Jun, and returning destiny to the common people!

Later, when the Strange Breath flooded the land, Master traveled across mountains and rivers, using this sword to sever the strange.

Although this sword is tattered and severely damaged, it remains the number one sword under heaven!

Because it is Master's sword!"

Zhang Shaoqin was impassioned, his words filled with awe and nostalgia.

In the livestream room, it was already boiling.

"666!"

"I wronged Gentleman; actually, this isn't a livestream, it's a screen recording!"

"These special effects are truly awesome, beating 99% of TV shows and movies!"

"Is there a possibility that this is real?"

"This doesn't look like special effects."

"I specialize in post-production special effects, and I can say responsibly that making these kinds of effects is very difficult.

Even if it were made, it would cost several hundred thousand.

Moreover, I feel this doesn't look like special effects."

"Holy crap, it can't be real, right?"

"Are there really Immortals?"

"First there was Heize, now there is an Immortal sword; could it be that I've lived my thirty years of being single from birth in vain?"

"The person above has been single for thirty years, you must have saved a lot of money, right?"

In the barrage, there was shock everywhere.

Xu Yijun looked at the scene before him, and he instantly turned off the livestream.

He felt that the matter before him was a bit beyond his understanding.

In the livestream room, it boiled over once again.

On the other side, Liu Yao looked at Zhang Shaoqin, his gums trembling: "Shaoqin... this..."

Xiaorou and the Three Extremes Sect Master also felt their worldviews collapsing.

"This is Master's sword; with it here, the strange in this place will definitely be wiped out!"

A look of confidence appeared on Zhang Shaoqin's face.

At this moment, the Dao Sword let out a long hum.

The sword soared into the sky, turned into a phantom, and disappeared from sight.

Zhang Shaoqin muttered: "The Dao Sword has gone to Slay the strange."

A thousand miles away, Lin Chao opened his eyes: "Has the Dao Sword appeared in the world?"

Thanks to 【Left Bridge Street Person】 for the five thousand reward! Thanks to the big boss 【Cultivation Ice Flame】 for the reward again, and to the big bosses 【Reading for Three Years Has Made Me Stupid】, 【Haonan Zai Zai】, 【Haoyang Righteous Spirit】, 【Why Are You So Sour】, 【Cultivating Wisteria】, 【Flying Shadow Knowing Heart】, and 【Saint Domain】 for the rewards, thank you everyone!

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