Chapter 400: Palm Against Whisk, Sword Against Sword

Zhao Xiyi said, "The moment this person entered the mountain, he gave us a show of force; he is clearly not here with good intentions."

"Why fear him? He is only one person. With the four of us here, even a Land Immortal would not be able to get the better of us."

"Danping, restrain yourself. Although our Longhu Mountain does not fear anyone, there is no need to offend people either. As the old saying goes, fortune and misfortune have no gate, only people invite them."

"Yes." Although Zhao Danping had a radical personality, his Daoist arts, martial arts, intelligence, and talent were all top-tier in the current age. Hearing his father's reminder, he calmed his mind for a moment, and his sharp edge was completely retracted.

The Four Great Heavenly Masters discussed for a long while, and finally, the eldest, Zhao Xiyi, made the final decision: "Danping, you and Danxia go and welcome this Master of Huishan, and meet our new neighbor. I have finally crawled out of my coffin to catch my breath, and I need to have a chat with your uncle."

Zhao Danxia and Zhao Danping received the order and left.

No matter how great their reputation was in the secular world, they were, after all, juniors.

Not long after the Four Great Heavenly Masters separated, a Daoist hurried over to Zhao Danping and Zhao Danxia and said a few words.

These two Great Heavenly Masters immediately walked away quickly.

"Qi Xianxia is focused on practicing the sword, so why would he think to go and welcome the Master of Huishan? Shouldn't such a matter be left to Jingchen?" Zhao Danping frowned.

"Cough, cough, let's hurry over." Zhao Danxia coughed twice; it wouldn't do to say that your son Zhao Jingchen and grandson Zhao Ningyun had been kicked into the water and turned into drowned rats.

When Zhao Danping was young, his personality was like fire, and he would often choose to Jade Stone Burns Together with others.

If this were over a decade ago, just based on that long whistle from Yu Liancheng, he would likely have already drawn his sword to go and cause trouble.

Placed in the present, although his personality had restrained somewhat, it is easy to change rivers and mountains but hard to change one's nature; some things could be told to him later.

As for why Qi Xianxia, who was focused on practicing the sword and even held the title of "First Sword of the Daoist Sect," would take the initiative to welcome the Master of Huishan, it was not hard to guess.

It was nothing more than Murong Tonghuang showing high-level sword cultivation during the battle at Huishan, being able to contend with the Great Heavenly Phenomenon realm Xuanyuan Dapan with sword technique alone, which made Qi Xianxia interested and even made his hands itch.

That fellow was not exactly a martial arts fanatic, but he was not far off; all his thoughts were placed on the sword, and his sword technique was superb, making him the future pillar of Longhu Mountain.

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Longhu Mountain, on the mountain path.

"The humble Daoist, Qi Xianxia of Longhu Mountain, I presume you are Murong Tonghuang."

The one speaking was a Daoist holding a white-tailed whisk, his face solemn, his body unstained by even a speck of dust, looking every bit like an immortal with a refined air.

Yu Liancheng, who was climbing the mountain, laughed, "I didn't expect that I would be so famous that anyone from Longhu Mountain would know my name."

Murong Wuzhu tugged at his sleeve and said, "Tonghuang, you just announced your own name a moment ago, saying you were the Master of Huishan."

"You must have misheard," Yu Liancheng said with a straight face.

Murong Wuzhu glared at Yu Liancheng with her beautiful eyes and stomped her foot: "I did not."

"I say you did, so you did."

"Mmph, mmph, mmph..." Murong Wuzhu made a muffled protest, but Yu Liancheng's hands were already pressed against her beautiful cheeks.

"These two fellows..." Xuanyuan Qingfeng covered her forehead, very much wanting them to be more serious, yet she couldn't help but look up and take another look at this Daoist who called himself "Qi Xianxia."

This fellow surnamed Qi was not only famous in the Celestial Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain, but he was also a top-tier genius among the Daoist sects of the world, a figure destined to carry the banner for the Daoist tradition in the future.

There was a saying in the Edo: when discussing swords in the Daoist sects, the third place was the "Sword Idiot" Wang Xiaoping of Wudang, while the runner-up was an old senior from a grotto-heaven paradise, yet both were overshadowed by the young Qi Xianxia of Longhu Mountain, who was well-deserving of the title First Sword of the Daoist Sect.

Of course, a saying is just a saying; to know the truth, one must see it with one's own eyes.

Due to the limitations of her talent, Xuanyuan Qingfeng only had mediocre skills, but her eye for talent was extremely sharp.

In her eyes, the horse-tail whisk in Qi Xianxia's hand was a sword, the ancient tree behind him was a sword, and the floor beneath his feet was a sword; the saying circulating in the Edo about "not holding a sword yet possessing ten thousand swords" was likely a vivid portrayal of Qi Xianxia.

"I have heard that the Master of Huishan's sword technique is superb, and this humble Daoist would very much like to witness it," Qi Xianxia said.

Yu Liancheng smiled, "You want to see my sword?"

Qi Xianxia said coldly, "Yes."

Yu Liancheng nodded and said, "Fine, draw your sword."

Qi Xianxia did not draw a sword, but merely flicked the whisk in his hand; his entire person immediately revealed a sharp, piercing aura, and the whisk in his palm transformed into an indestructible Divine Sword.

"My sword is already here; where is your sword?"

Yu Liancheng wore a smile, withdrew his long, fair palm from his sister's face, and slowly raised it, seemingly using his palm as a sword stance.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth; these two fellows, one used a whisk as a sword, and the other was even more arrogant, intending to use his palm as a sword.

Qi Xianxia's expression darkened slightly, but not because he was angry at his opponent's arrogant actions. It was because the moment Yu Liancheng raised his palm, it was as if his entire person had transformed into a Divine Sword that connected heaven and earth, and a Sword Qi as vast as a heavenly river surged into the sky, seemingly startling the clouds into scattering.

To have such astonishing sword momentum without even moving a sword—I fear only the Old Sword God Li Chungang in his prime and Deng Taie could compare.

Qi Xianxia shook his whisk, and cold, murderous Sword Qi poured out, covering the sky and earth. If not seen with one's own eyes, no one would believe that a mere whisk could have such power.

Yu Liancheng waved his hand lightly, using his hand as a sword, and instantly a fierce, incomparably sharp burst of energy flew out, slicing through the air.

Under this burst of energy, Qi Xianxia's Sword Qi was like snow under the scorching sun, dissipating at an incredible speed.

The space for several dozen zhang around them began to boil, as if a wave had surged up. The ground shattered inch by inch, as if it had been sliced by a thousand knives in an instant, and the Longhu Mountain Daoists who had gathered around to watch the excitement were all blown away by the tide of Sword Qi.

And this burst of energy continued unabated, rushing into the firmament, scattering the dark clouds in mid-air.

Qi Xianxia stumbled backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he could not care about his injuries; he looked up at the sky in shock, only to see the clouds in mid-air splitting to both sides, as if that one sword strike had divided the entire sky in two.

The wailing sounds around them gradually ceased, and everyone looked at the sky in dead silence.

After a long silence, the cracks in the sky gradually closed, and everything seemed as if it had never happened. Qi Xianxia lowered his head and said bitterly, "Is there really such a sword technique in this world?"

Yu Liancheng smiled, "Do you want to learn it?"

If this were before he had attained the status of a Heavenly Human, although he could have caused such a scene, he would never have been as calm and composed as he was now.

After attaining the status of a Heavenly Human, although the strength of his avatar had not directly increased, his application of True Qi and techniques had reached a higher level.

A ripple appeared in Qi Xianxia's cold eyes as he looked at Yu Liancheng.

But Yu Liancheng had already walked away with Murong Wuzhu and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, his voice drifting back from afar: "If you want to learn, come to Huishan and find me."