Chapter 238: Disciples of the Seven Sects

Xiahou Feishan had already unleashed the Fifteenth Change of the Life-Taking Thirteen Swords.

In reality, he had never truly deduced the Fifteenth Change, not only because this sword technique was unfathomably profound, but also because it was intolerable to Heaven and Earth. Once unleashed, it could invite destruction from the heavens and annihilation from the earth.

The sword had already been thrust out, and the tip suddenly rippled with a strange vibration.

What a terrifying Fifteenth Sword.

In an instant, Yu Liancheng was enveloped by a deathly Sword Intent; under this Sword Intent, he found it difficult even to move his eyeballs, as if everything had died and life had frozen.

Let alone Yu Liancheng, who was facing this sword directly, even the others in the inn who were fortunate enough to see it were enveloped by a sense of immense fear in their hearts, unable to move, as if all signs of life had perished.

This was the sword that represented death.

Yu Liancheng's mind stirred, and he channeled the "Ruyi Heavenly Demon Art"; his heart suddenly began to beat violently, like thunder and drums. His blood also flowed with a rushing sound, like a great river surging, echoing incessantly throughout the entire inn.

A moment later, his eyes shone with a brilliant light, and his fingertips twitched.

This sword of Xiahou Feishan could not make him completely "die."

He had already come back to life from the deathly silence.

Now, as long as Yu Liancheng wished, he could intercept Xiahou Feishan's sword at any moment.

But he did not.

Not only because he wanted to see this Fifteenth Sword.

But also because he simply did not need to make a move.

The moment Xiahou Feishan thrust out this sword, his entire person also underwent a terrifying change.

The light in his eyes dimmed, his skin became full of wrinkles, and his body was constantly withering and shrinking, as if only skin and bones remained, exuding an aura of decrepitude, as if he might die at any moment.

When this sword was about to pierce Yu Liancheng's throat, Xiahou Feishan's arm suddenly dropped, and he himself fell down, his breath already extinguished.

The moment he fell, everyone on the second floor was gasping for air, their backs soaked with cold sweat, their bodies involuntarily going limp, with expressions of lingering fear on their faces, as if they had just walked through the Ghost Gate.

Yu Liancheng looked at Xiahou Feishan's corpse and sighed leisurely: "The Life-Taking Thirteen Swords are the root, the Fourteenth Sword is the leaf, and the Fifteenth Sword is the flower. Pity... pity that the root is not straight and the leaves are withered; how can they bloom into a magnificent flower."

Xiahou Feishan's Life-Taking Thirteen Swords were stolen from a duel with Yan Shisan's father, and there was a significant gap between them and the true Life-Taking Thirteen Swords. It was already quite talented of him to be able to deduce the Fourteenth Sword, let alone the Fifteenth.

And the Fifteenth Sword was intolerable to Heaven and Earth; the moment it was thrust out, not only would the opponent "die," but the user would also die.

Xiahou Feixing was already old and decrepit, and although this was not the true Fifteenth Sword, it was equally terrifying and would equally backfire on its master.

Soon, the corpses of Xiahou Feishan and Xiahou Feixing were taken away.

The Four Great Families were spread throughout the entire Central Plains Martial Arts World, and they had eyes and ears everywhere.

Since Yu Liancheng had killed these two, he feared the Xia Hou family would not let the matter rest.

Of course, Yu Liancheng did not care.

After filling his stomach and preparing to leave Zhuangyuan Lou, someone else found him, and not just one person.

There had always been Seven Great Sword Sects in the martial arts world—Wudang, Diancang, Huashan, Kunlun, Hainan, Emei, and Kongtong.

Shaolin disciples mostly did not use swords, so Shaolin was not among them.

The Wudang Sect naturally had the greatest reputation; among the younger generation of experts, six disciples were the most famous, known as the "Four Spirits and Two Jades," and the leader of the Four Spirits, named Ouyang Yunhe, had been through thirty-six battles, large and small, and had never been defeated.

At this moment, Ouyang Yunhe had appeared on the second floor; he stood tall and upright, looking heroic and spirited.

Standing beside him was the Kongtong Pai disciple Qin Duxiu; it was said that the Kongtong Pai had created a set of extremely terrifying sword techniques in recent years, where every move was an absolutely fatal killer blow, and apart from the sect leader and the four Elders, only this person could execute them.

A moment later, several more people walked up, namely the Huashan senior disciple Mei Zhanghua, Tian Zailong of Kunlun, Wu Tao of the Diancang Sect, and Li Pingzi of Hainan.

These six people were undoubtedly the elite experts of the current younger generation in the martial arts world, standing out from the crowd.

But the one who truly drew attention was a woman, the Emei Sect disciple Li Zhenzhen, who went by the title of "Rakshasa Fairy."

Under the management of the current sect leader, Miaoyin Shitai, the disciples under her were just like her: observing precepts, practicing asceticism, absolutely celibate, and absolutely avoiding meat and alcohol.

But Li Zhenzhen was an exception; she had a fiery temper and was unrestrained, yet Miaoyin Shitai trusted her very much because she never did anything wrong, and the reputation and glory she had won for Emei were almost more than all the other disciples combined.

When Li Zhenzhen walked in, Yu Liancheng had already noticed her.

Because she was not only a beauty, but she was also wearing a water-green light gauze dress; this clothing was like a layer of mist, and although it was not very transparent, in a very bright place, one could faintly see her slender waist and straight legs.

She did not care, because she was Li Zhenzhen.

And the other six people also implicitly took her as their leader.

Li Zhenzhen walked forward and smiled sweetly: "I imagine Young Master Yu must know the seven of us."

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Although I don't know you all very well, I do know you."

Li Zhenzhen's smile became even more bright and sweet: "I never expected that the world-renowned Young Master Yu would actually know Zhenzhen; Zhenzhen is extremely honored."

Yu Liancheng said: "Speak, what is the matter with you coming here today?"

Li Zhenzhen's delicate face became serious: "Young Master must have heard of the Heavenly Venerable."

Yu Liancheng nodded.

"The Heavenly Venerable is powerful and has the momentum to sweep through the Edo, and he acts without scruples. Our Seven Great Sword Sects have planned to unite to resist the Heavenly Venerable. But just us alone is far from enough; we need more Edo experts."

Li Zhenzhen said: "Young Master's reputation resounds throughout the Edo, so we dared not be negligent; that is why the seven of us came together to implore you to join the alliance and preside over the righteous path of the martial arts world."

Yu Liancheng yawned: "The grievances between your Seven Sects Alliance and the Heavenly Venerable have nothing to do with me, and I have no interest in participating."

Li Zhenzhen did not feel surprised at all; her eyes flickered as she said: "Zhenzhen has heard that the Young Master's martial arts are profound and very few people can block three of your moves; why don't we make a wager."

Yu Liancheng raised his eyebrows, finally showing a hint of interest: "How shall we wager?"

Li Zhenzhen's eyes sparkled: "We bet that all seven of us can block three of your moves. If the Young Master loses, you will join the Seven Sects Alliance. If the Young Master wins, no matter what request you make of the Seven Sects Alliance, as long as it does not violate Edo morality, we will definitely fulfill it for you."

Yu Liancheng clapped his hands and laughed: "Good, although this wager is uninteresting, it can pass the time; I agree."

"I'll go first!"

The one who took the lead was indeed Ouyang Yunhe of the Wudang Sect.

A streak of sword light was the first to thrust toward Yu Liancheng's throat; the sword technique was not too fast, but it had a feeling of being continuous and flowing like water.