Chapter 344: Daozhong Buer

The great river enters the sea, and the crashing waves strike the shore, whipping up a thousand layers of spray.

The morning light shines upon a towering cliff; golden light fills the air, and the jagged, chaotic rocks add to a sense of desolate beauty.

The cliff is steep and towering, with a forest of chaotic rocks beneath it, and there is almost no trace of human presence in the surroundings.

Yet, many years ago, many people rushed toward this cliff one after another.

Among these people, every single one was a famous Martial Warrior of Dongying.

There were saber-wielders, swordsmen, karate masters, ninjas... all the experts from famous Dongying schools had rushed to this cliff as if on a pilgrimage.

Their goal was simple: to challenge the peerless saber-wielding expert who shook all of Dongying, feared no modern weaponry, and was known as the number one expert in Dongying.

And their fate was also simple, which can be described with one simple word—death.

Death is the greatest fear of mankind.

Few people can calmly face the fear of death.

Especially this kind of meaningless death, a death without any value.

As time passed, no Martial Warrior dared to set foot here, and this place became a forbidden zone, a forbidden zone of death.

Whoosh!!

Layer upon layer of sea waves, carrying surging power, crashed against the precipice on the shore, echoing and trembling like thunder without end.

And amidst those surging giant waves, an old man nearing the age of seventy stood tall.

The old man's head of silver hair was disheveled and draped over his back; he wore a tattered Dongying Martial Warrior robe, emitting a nauseating, moldy stench. The morning light spilled onto his face, which was crisscrossed with gullies and piled with wrinkles. Most terrifying of all were his sunken eye sockets, pitch-black, as if someone had forcibly gouged out his two eyeballs with their hands.

This was a blind, slovenly, aged old man.

Yet, no one could ever look down on him.

His entire body exuded a domineering aura and killing intent that completely mismatched his age and appearance. It made him look not like a setting sun on the verge of death, but like a scorching sun that melts gold and stone, a sunset as red as blood.

Whoosh!

Another giant wave crashed over, as if to drag the old man into it and crush his bones with a force of a thousand jun.

The old man remained standing still, yet his whole body erupted with a sharp saber Qi; he himself seemed to have transformed into an indestructible divine saber, standing horizontally in the void, possessing the domineering spirit of a saber that could cleave all things. The giant waves were forced apart by the saber Qi before they could get within two meters of the old man, which was extremely miraculous.

Suddenly, the silver-haired old man raised his head, "looking" toward the horizon with his empty eye sockets.

Clouds floated for ten thousand miles, the blue sky and white clouds, the line where the sea meets the sky—the scenery was magnificent and moving.

A black dot approached from the distant horizon, growing from small to large; it was actually a helicopter.

The helicopter swept past the old man and landed in a relatively flat area on the coast.

A Westerner with blonde hair and blue eyes stepped out of the aircraft.

The Westerner's build was relatively tall, and this person was no exception.

But this person was dressed in an androgynous manner, wearing colorful clothing, with purple lipstick on their mouth and fingernails painted the color of fresh blood. Judging purely by appearance, it was difficult to distinguish this person's gender or age.

The Westerner walked up to the old man, bowed respectfully, and said in very pure Japanese: "The Yin-Yang Envoy of the 'Heilong Society' pays respects to Master Daozhong."

The old man before him was the number one saber-wielder who once dominated the Dongying martial arts world—Daozhong Buer.

With the rise of technology and guns and cannons in power, the Martial Dao has become increasingly declining. In the face of the torrent of steel, mere human strength appears insignificant.

So-called Martial Warriors, who have painstakingly practiced for decades, can be taken down by a single gunshot.

Even if one is a step stronger, can one defeat machine guns and tanks?

For a martial artist, this is undoubtedly a transformation unseen in a thousand years.

But a few top powerhouses who stand above the Martial Dao are still able to resist the erosion of the torrent of the era and stand at the pinnacle of the world.

Daozhong Buer is such an expert.

This person's saber technique is Entering Divinity; not only is he invincible in the martial arts world, having fought all over Dongying without a rival, but even modern firearms are helpless against him.

It is rumored that Daozhong Buer once had a conflict with a high-ranking Dongying general, and the opponent mobilized an army of hundreds to surround and kill this God of the saber with various hot weapons.

But Daozhong Buer, with his superb and peerless movement techniques combined with his world-topping saber techniques, actually slaughtered all hundreds of soldiers, turning the place into a river of blood.

In the end, Daozhong Buer even cut off the high-ranking general's head with one strike and hung it on a famous building in Osaka, shocking all of Dongying.

"Ten seconds, give me a reason not to kill you." Daozhong Buer turned his head, "staring" at the Yin-Yang Envoy with his pitch-black "gaze." It was as if he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time, carrying a sense of desolation and isolation.

For some reason, the Yin-Yang Envoy's hair stood on end, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet to his heart; he hurriedly said: "I know the whereabouts of the Old Huoyun Xieshen, I know the whereabouts of the Old Huoyun Xieshen..."

"What!? He is still alive? He! He didn't die?" A look of excitement appeared on Daozhong Buer's gully-ridden face.

"Alive, he is alive, the Old Huoyun Xieshen is not dead," the Yin-Yang Envoy said hurriedly.

"Hahaha, he really didn't die! He really didn't die! Good! Good! Good! This is truly too good!"

Daozhong Buer discerned that the Yin-Yang Envoy was not lying and immediately looked up and laughed: "Good people don't live long, while bad people live for a thousand years. As the number one evil expert of the Central Plains back then, his power reached the realm of perfection; of course, he wouldn't die. I only pray that the gods and Buddha in the sky bless him to be free of illness and disaster, and to have a long and healthy life. Only then can I personally defeat him, split him in half with one strike, and wash away the shame of that year!"

Looking at the old man before him who was almost crazed with excitement, the Yin-Yang Envoy couldn't help but take two steps back, his mind recalling the few pieces of information he had investigated before carrying out this mission.

Daozhong Buer, the number one expert in Dongying. After his saber technique reached perfection in middle age, he was hard to find a rival for.

Afterward, he stepped into China, searching for opponents on that vast and ancient land.

He was defeated.

He returned heavily injured.

"Not bad, this is the saber." Daozhong Buer picked up the saber in the stone coffin, his aged face twisted with excitement, and he broke precedent by speaking many words to a small character like the Yin-Yang Envoy: "This saber has no name; it is only called 'Saber', because there is no perfect name in the world that can match it. Therefore, it is only called 'Saber'. 'Saber' is its name, and only it is a true saber, an invincible saber."

The Yin-Yang Envoy wore a fawning smile and praised: "A good saber, this is a good saber; this humble one has never seen such a saber in his life."

Daozhong Buer suddenly turned his head, his pair of empty eye sockets "looking" at the Yin-Yang Envoy: "Since it is a good saber, do you want to take a look?"

The Yin-Yang Envoy was startled: "This... if Master Daozhong is willing, this humble one..."

"No!" Daozhong Buer suddenly shook his head again and said solemnly: "You cannot look, at least you cannot look now."

"Then... then this humble one will not look..." the Yin-Yang Envoy said cautiously.

"You will always have a chance to see it in the future." Daozhong Buer said coldly: "If I am not mistaken, it was Heilong Siling who sent you. I have cooperated with your Heilong Society before and know your rules. Speak, what does Heilong Siling want me to do for him?"

Daozhong Buer's personality is domineering and arrogant, just like his saber technique.

If it were any other faction that knew the news of Huoyun Xieshen, he would have gone directly to their doorstep to kill.

If the other party refused to reveal the information, he would use all sorts of cruel tortures; his methods were so brutal that they made one shudder just to hear of them.

But the Black Dragon Society, to which the Yin-Yang Envoy owed allegiance, was the largest criminal organization in the United States, involved in a series of criminal activities such as drug trafficking, gambling, prostitution, and assassination; it had swallowed up nearly seventy percent of all large and small gangs across the United States, and its influence was momentarily unrivaled.

The reason the Black Dragon Society grew stronger by the day was also related to the leader of the Black Dragon Society, and this person was—Heilong Siling.

Heilong Siling not only possessed extremely strong methods and exceptional ability, but his cultivation was also at the pinnacle. Although he was not quite the equal of top-tier experts like Daozhong Buer or Huoyun Xieshen, he was still one of the few people standing at the peak of the world, unafraid of ordinary thermal weapons, and his subordinates were as numerous as clouds.

The Yin-Yang Envoy revealed a look of joy and said, "Recently, people from the Rakshasa Cult have appeared in the Northwest of the Central Plains, acting very secretly, as if they are plotting some major event. Since the experts of the Black Dragon Society are currently tied up in Europe, I would like to ask Mr. Daozhong to investigate on our behalf. Once the matter is accomplished, the Black Dragon Society will certainly inform you of the whereabouts of the old God truthfully."

Daozhong Buer took the map marked with symbols handed over by the Yin-Yang Envoy and said coldly, "I assume you wouldn't dare to deceive this old man."

"Regarding the matter of the Rakshasa Cult, I leave it to you, Mr. Daozhong." The Yin-Yang Envoy bowed respectfully again; although this person was neither man nor woman, in terms of etiquette, one could not pick out a single flaw.

"You may go!" Daozhong Buer waved his hand, an impatient look appearing on his face.

"Yes, I shall take my leave." The Yin-Yang Envoy did not dare to linger and took his leave of Daozhong Buer.

……

The Yin-Yang Envoy boarded the plane once again.

The cabin of the plane was quite cramped, and since the Yin-Yang Envoy was tall, every time he sat on the plane, he felt a sense of stifling oppression.

But today, the moment he sat on the plane, the Yin-Yang Envoy let out a long breath.

The aura of that number one swordsman of Dongying was truly too terrifying, giving him the feeling of being in the presence of a wild beast, as if the other party might open a bloody maw at any moment to chew and swallow him.

The two had spoken for at most ten minutes, yet the back of the Yin-Yang Envoy was already soaked with cold sweat.

However, as long as he was on the plane, everything was safe.

Even if the other party wanted to kill him, it was impossible for him to fly or burrow through the earth.

"What a terrifying person."

The Yin-Yang Envoy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked down through the window, but his pupils dilated as he was shocked to discover that Daozhong Buer had actually disappeared.

"Where did he go? Could he have already left?"

This thought had just arisen when a gray shadow flashed before the Yin-Yang Envoy's eyes; Daozhong Buer had actually appeared in mid-air, parallel to the helicopter, his pair of pitch-black eye sockets "staring" straight at the Yin-Yang Envoy.

And that right hand, with its thick knuckles and slender finger bones, which gave one a sense of great explosive power, was already pressed against the hilt of his 'sword'.

The next moment.

The Yin-Yang Envoy saw a flash of sword light.

A brilliant, dazzling, and incomparably domineering sword light.

This was the last scene he saw, and also the most soul-stirring scene of his life.

The sword light forced aside the air and struck the helicopter like lightning.

Half of the helicopter was sliced open by the sharp sword light, split into two as if cutting through tofu. The two "pieces" of the plane crashed toward the ground like falling meteors, booming loudly and sparking a blaze; as for the Yin-Yang Envoy and the pilot, they were naturally smashed into a pile of meat paste, dead beyond any doubt.

"No one can pass over this old man's head without paying a price."

Daozhong Buer descended from the air like an eagle, his sword already sheathed; the scabbard was pitch black, just like his pair of hollow eye sockets.

"A sword is not meant for looking at; once a sword leaves its sheath, someone must die. How honorable, how honorable it is for you to die under this old man's sword."

Daozhong Buer slowly paced until he reached a giant rock over ten meters high.

The rock face was mottled and cyan, standing amidst the whistling sea wind; despite the surging waves, it remained unmoved.

Daozhong Buer sat cross-legged beneath the giant rock, placed his "sword" on his knees, and touched the rock with his hand.

The giant rock was crisscrossed with sword marks; the sword marks were like Iron and Silver Hooks, powerfully carving sixteen large characters into the rock wall.

"Severing emotion and righteousness, seeking defeat with ambition, focusing on the execution of the blade, Daozhong Buer."

These sixteen characters were naturally carved by Daozhong Buer. They both encapsulated the essence of Daozhong Buer's sword technique and expressed his ambition.

He loved the sword, was obsessed with the sword, and had abandoned all the joys of the human world, all for the sake of the sword.

For the sake of "Daozhong Buer," and to become a sword unrivaled under heaven, he had paid too much. In order to sever all emotion and righteousness and focus on the sword, he had even slaughtered his entire family, all twenty-three of them, clean.

In the world today, the only person who still had a relationship with him was his disciple, Bu'er.

Just hearing this name, one could imagine that this was a person who would also stop at nothing for the sake of being invincible, and thus he had also become his enemy and opponent.

Just as Daozhong Buer was lost in thought, he suddenly frowned.

He had not heard any sound, but a silent sound of footsteps had awakened him.

Daozhong Buer could conclude that someone had arrived nearby, and it was a top-tier expert who was by no means inferior to Heilong Siling.

His judgment had never been wrong.

In this instant, Daozhong Buer had made up his mind; as soon as this person took seven more steps and entered his ten-meter radius, he would split this person in half with one strike.

Unexpectedly, this person happened to take six steps and stopped exactly at the edge of the ten-meter mark.

"Old man, I'm just here to ask for directions, there's no need for such murderous intent, right?!" A clear, bright voice rang out.

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PS: Four worlds are merging; this chapter has already revealed it. I wonder if everyone can tell (the timeline might be chaotic, haha, let's not worry about that).