Chapter 429: You Enter the Heavenly Phenomenon, I Step into the Finger Profound

Wei Shuyang.

One of the five pavilion-guarding slaves of Tingchao Pavilion.

Do not be misled by the fact that he was previously slashed into the lake by the White-Haired Old Demon; he is indeed a genuine Second Grade expert. It is just that he is not skilled in martial combat, though he is highly proficient in geomancy, arithmetic, and the arts of the hidden gates.

After being struck by the White-Haired Old Demon's blade, Wei Shuyang was recuperating on the second floor of Tingchao Pavilion, and in his leisure, he could not help but recall the days of his youth.

And looking back on the past, the person who left the deepest impression was, unexpectedly, someone he had never met—Li Chungang.

The Old Sword God Li Chungang; back then, no matter how many people in the world studied the sword, he was a mountain that could not be bypassed. As long as he was there, no one dared to claim their sword technique was peerless, much like how Wang Xianzhi now claims to be the World's Second, with no one daring to claim the first.

When the Sword God Li traveled the world, his sword technique was the finest under heaven, and his demeanor was unparalleled in the universe. At that time, what woman in the world was not infatuated with the Sword God Li? Even the Lady of the Ghost City was willing to be pierced by a single strike from his Wooden Ox sword.

As a child, Wei Shuyang dreamed of meeting the Sword God Li; to be able to speak a single sentence to him would have been the greatest satisfaction. Upon learning that Wang Xianzhi had defeated him, he remained unconvinced for a long time, wishing he could risk his life against Wang Xianzhi.

At that time, he had already been studying the sword for over ten years; later, he abandoned the sword to cultivate the Dao, a large part of which was due to the Sword God Li's retirement.

"I wonder how the Sword God Li is doing now?"

Wei Shuyang sighed softly. Even though he had not used a sword for a long time, if he could see the Sword God Li and catch a glimpse of his sword, it would count as fulfilling a wish.

"That old man is..."

Wei Shuyang looked toward the surface of the lake and saw a wretched old man picking his nose. Compared to Murong Wuzhu on the same boat, it was like the difference between clouds and mud.

Then, Wei Shuyang saw that old man in the sheepskin coat use water as a sword, and the water tornado filling the sky transformed into "One Sword Immortal Kneels."

"Who is this old man? There is actually such a sword technique expert in the world; could he be from the Wu Family Sword Tomb?" Wei Shuyang frowned slightly, secretly guessing the old man's identity in his heart.

Of course, Wei Shuyang did not connect the old man with the Old Sword God. Although the Old Sword God was about this age now, he imagined he should have the bearing of an immortal, with crane-like hair and a youthful face, possessing the aura of a master.

Before long, the drunken Prince was brought to the shore.

There were two boats on the lake; one was the boat Murong Wuzhu was riding, which had gradually neared the shore.

And the other was drifting on the lake water.

Just as Wei Shuyang was dazed, he suddenly saw the boat in the center of the lake as if it were being pierced by countless arrows, with light like thunder and lightning spitting and flickering from within.

Watching that light, Wei Shuyang felt his heart jump and his whole body turn cold.

What kind of light was that?

Soon, he knew.

Boom!!!

Amidst a loud noise, the boat was shattered to pieces, and that light became even more brilliant and dazzling, its sharpness fully revealed, slashing forward with unstoppable force, splitting the waves and dividing the lake, as if even walls of copper and iron would be pierced through by this light.

And within the light, one could vaguely see a one-armed, thin figure, holding a sword in one hand, white hair flying, as if a Sword God had descended into the world.

"So... so this was actually a streak of sword light."

Wei Shuyang suddenly realized.

The power of this sword breaking through the air was like a thunderclap, possessing a force that shook the spirit, making it impossible for one not to feel fear.

With just this one sword, the refinement of this person's sword technique was definitely not below any expert in the world today; even if he were to face the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Taie, he would likely not lose by much.

A peerless swordsman like this should definitely not be unknown.

"As expected of the Old Sword God, truly formidable." Yu Liancheng tapped his toes on the lake water, nodding as he looked, his right sleeve shattered.

"You brat, you really make this old man unable to understand you."

The Old Sword God Li Chungang stood holding his sword and shook his head: "Not only is your sword technique brilliant, but your martial arts skills are also extraordinary and refined, and your physical body is definitely not inferior to the white-clad Li Dangxin; how exactly did you train to reach this point?"

Yu Liancheng shrugged his shoulders and smiled slightly: "I know a little bit of everything."

"Brat, you had better be careful next."

The Old Sword God Li Chungang's aura seemed to begin to merge with heaven and earth, his whole person radiating a momentum that no one could ignore.

Yu Liancheng made a gesture of invitation.

The Sword God Li smiled, filled only with the vicissitudes of life, and whispered: "Little Lv Paoer, just watch this sword from Li Chungang. I once forged three thousand sharp edges, and in one day opened the box to hear the jade dragon howl. The spirit in my hand is three feet of ice, and the divine intent on the stone is a single snake."

Back then, when they met by chance on the river, he flew his sword across the river and recited poetry as he crossed; she leaned on the boat railing, her smile like a flower.

That year was the time when the youngest and most dazzling genius Li Chungang was in his highest spirits, and it was also the most innocent and naive age for that infatuated woman.

A brush past each other, and that was a lifetime.

The Old Sword God waved his arm, a light and casual sword strike.

Qi Xuanzheng said that this old man used the sword to prove the Dao, but it was inferior to the Heavenly Dao, and he had walked the wrong great path.

What do I, Li Chungang, need with the Heavenly Dao?

This sword was swung, and it seemed to lack any astonishing brilliance; Wei Shuyang and the others only felt it was dull and uninteresting, the river surface calm. But Yu Liancheng revealed a solemn expression, his aura surging up.

Rumble!!

Amidst the loud noise.

The entire lake was split open with a rumble, water waves surged into the sky, standing up as a thick and magnificent wall of water. Then it gradually lost control, and under the infusion of the Sword Qi, it slapped toward both banks.

For a time, the lake shore was caught in the crossfire.

The peerless Sword Qi had already blasted toward Yu Liancheng.

"What a pity, at least half of the red carp will be gone today."

At the summit of Qingliang Mountain in the Wang Mansion, the Great Pillar Kingdom Xu Xiao sat on a wooden stool, looking out over the lake at the mountainside, with a panoramic view, holding a red clay teapot made by a famous craftsman, filled with Green Ant Wine.

Beside the Beiliang King stood his foster son Yuan Zuozong.

"Is this the demeanor of the Old Sword God? Truly something to yearn for."

"Left Bear" Yuan Zuozong revealed a solemn expression; this man with a white horse and silver spear had never met an opponent on the battlefield, and there were even rumors that he could rank among the top ten experts in the world.

Yet at this moment, he was also shocked by Li Chungang's sword.

"It is a pity that the one opposite him is also an expert who cannot be measured by common logic," the Great Pillar Kingdom Xu Xiao said slowly.

On the lake, facing such a spirited sword, Yu Liancheng's aura flowed, and a flash of realization suddenly appeared in his heart; he rotated his five fingers into a fist and struck out.

This punch was straight and direct, without the slightest variation. But after this punch was thrown, waves of vibrating force spread out, as if making the surrounding space become shattered.

Boom!!

Sword Qi and fist force collided.

The world resounded with noise, and water sprays shot toward both banks like arrows, as if possessing the power to pierce through metal and stone. The waves rose high once more, with red carp filling the sky, yet they also submerged the figures of Yu Liancheng and Li Chungang.

A moment later.

The sky was clear and the air was crisp.

The waves gradually calmed.

If not for the residual lake water on the banks, the countless red carp turned belly-up, and the pits pierced through by water droplets, no one would have imagined that such a heart-stopping clash had occurred just moments before.

On the surface of the lake, two figures stood facing each other.

Yu Liancheng looked at his own fists; his internal Qi flowed, and many questions he had not understood before now had answers. He also had a brand-new understanding of many martial arts.

He raised his head to look at Li Chungang.

"You have entered the Heavenly Phenomenon, and I have advanced to the Mysterious Finger."

---Author's Note---

Third update, requesting monthly votes.