Chapter 433: A Few Words Enter the Heavenly Phenomenon

Outside the Xuanwu Hall.

The young man was handsome, standing tall with his hands behind his back, his black robes fluttering.

The pilgrims around him whispered, never having seen such an elegant and handsome figure. Yet, in a divine residence like Wudang Mountain, the appearance of such a god-like figure felt only natural.

Yu Liancheng looked at the red copper statue, then glanced at the incense burner outside the hall, and shook his head, murmuring to himself: "To decree the suppression of all demons and govern the North—can it only be done by Xuanwu?"

The young Daoist with the remarkably high seniority walked behind Yu Liancheng, a warm smile on his face, and said in an uncertain tone: "Perhaps so?"

Yu Liancheng did not mind, laughing heartily: "Little Daoist, are you willing to go down the mountain today? If you say you aren't, and that brat Xu Fengnian finds out, he'll be using his scabbard to whip you again."

The young Daoist pinched his fingers slightly, then found a tree branch and drew the relatively simple Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches on the ground, before sighing heavily: "It is not suitable to go down the mountain today."

Yu Liancheng rubbed his chin and smiled: "Your master said you must be the best in the world before you can go down the mountain. In that case, Wang Laoguai had better be careful; who knows when I might run to Wudi City and kick his butt."

The young Daoist laughed heartily: "Being the best in the world is true, but eating is first, reading is first—everything is first. Master didn't say it had to be martial arts that are first. There will always be a day when I go down the mountain."

"Do you want me to help you?" Yu Liancheng rubbed his chin: "After Deng Taie met me, his Sword Dao realm surged, and the Old Sword God Li Chungang also returned to the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm precisely because of my 'Peach Blossom Brew'."

Hong Xixiang smiled: "Such things cannot be forced; one must simply let nature take its course."

"As you wish. I will go take a sword first." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, his figure suddenly turning faint, and finally vanishing completely.

The sparse pilgrims widened their eyes, thinking it was a divine miracle.

Hong Xixiang pinched his fingers, his eyes widening, then his sleeves fluttered, and he flew away like a crane, making people even more convinced that a Wudang Mountain god had descended.

……

Among the Thirty-Six Palaces of Wudang, the Taixu Palace on Lotus Peak is the highest, its upturned eaves known as the Dageng Corner, famous for hanging a sword that once belonged to the immortal Lv Dongxuan.

At this moment, an uninvited guest arrived near the sword of the immortal Lv.

Stretching out an arm and curling his fingers to exert a slight pull, the Lu Ancestor Ancient Sword immediately hummed and trembled, emitting a peculiar Sword Intent.

The ancient sword's peach wood scabbard instantly shattered and scattered, revealing an ancient sword with Sword Qi soaring to the heavens.

The Lu Ancestor Ancient Sword originally had no scabbard.

Lv Dongxuan once said, "Only the heavens and earth are fit to serve as the garment for this sword." The so-called sword garment is the scabbard.

As for that broken peach wood scabbard, it was made by a certain grand-uncle with very high seniority when he was young. If it were placed in a strictly regulated place like Longhu Mountain, his butt would have been beaten to a pulp.

"Wait." Hong Xixiang arrived floating, his expression solemn: "Please do not touch this sword, otherwise..."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly: "Otherwise what?"

Hong Xixiang took a deep breath and said righteously: "Otherwise this little Daoist will have to hug your thigh and beg you to leave the sword behind."

Yu Liancheng's mouth twitched, and he turned his head away, ignoring this unreliable fellow.

With another pull of his five fingers, the Lu Ancestor's sword transformed into a streak of wild geese, flying into his hand. The moment the hilt touched his palm, it seemed to possess a spirit, trembling incessantly and emitting a humming sound.

It was unclear whether it was happy to have a new master or if it wanted to break free.

"The space outside the box is full, the sword Qi inside the room is long. It is indeed worthy of being Lv Dongxuan's sword; it is truly extraordinary." Yu Liancheng sighed sincerely, then pointed the sword, and a peculiar Sword Intent immediately enveloped Hong Xixiang: "Hong Xixiang, make your move. Let me see your Dao."

Hong Xixiang hurriedly waved his hands and retreated: "No, no, I am no match for you."

Yu Liancheng's expression darkened, his killing intent fully revealed, and a bloody, ominous aura filled the entire Lotus Peak, the Sword Qi on the ancient sword soaring to the heavens: "What exactly have you been practicing on Wudang Mountain all these years? Where exactly is your Dao?"

Two shouts, and by the end, he even used a trace of his God-sense, which seeped into Hong Xixiang's spirit in thin, wispy threads.

Hong Xixiang felt as if the other's words were like a great bell, making his head hum and ring.

What had he done all these years? And what was the Dao?

Riding an ox and reading books was just to pass the time.

Feeding and talking to the yellow cranes was just because he found it fun.

Staring blankly at the mountain peak was not to comprehend the Dao, but just to see the scenery outside the mountain clearly...

Where was his Dao?

Or rather—this was his Dao.

Every action and every movement was the Dao.

I do not seek the Dao; the Dao comes naturally.

The Dao is nature.

At this moment, the eyes of the youngest grand-uncle in Wudang's history seemed to flicker with profound light, yet also seemed filled with a simple, rustic quality; from beginning to end, it had not changed in the slightest.

He let out a long breath.

In an instant, the clouds and mist of the seventy-two peaks surged, all rushing toward Lotus Peak.

An old Daoist with white hair and a youthful face, his physique extremely burly—hardly inferior to the old monster at the bottom of the lake—looked at the surging clouds and mist: "Master, it is a pity you died too early and didn't see the scene of the little junior brother stepping into the Heavenly Phenomenon; it was much grander than when I did."

"Many thanks, Layman Murong." Hong Xixiang was full of immortal aura, cupping his hands toward Yu Liancheng, as if his entire being had merged with Wudang Mountain. If anyone else wanted to deal with him, they would have to contend with the entire aura of Wudang Mountain.

Yet Yu Liancheng, the initiator of all this, revealed a trace of surprise.

Although he had intended to help Hong Xixiang, using the Lu Ancestor Ancient Sword to stir the undying spiritual nature of reincarnation within Hong Xixiang's soul, he had not expected that the other would truly enter the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm just like that.

It was too unreasonable.

Having experienced so many worlds, if one were to count, the person before him was the only one who had truly struck Yu Liancheng in terms of talent, momentarily making him understand the surprise and jealousy others felt when they learned of his own talent.

Hong Xixiang smiled: "I felt the resonance between the ancient sword and Layman Murong. Whenever you leave Wudang, let me know, and I will give the sword to you."

A flash of divine light shone in Yu Liancheng's eyes as he tossed the ancient sword out.

Hong Xixiang hurriedly caught the sword, looking at the other in confusion; clearly, he had been willing to do anything to snatch the sword just a moment ago, yet now he tossed it to him without a care.

"You have entered the Heavenly Phenomenon," Yu Liancheng said. "The Heavenly Phenomenon Realm mobilizes the power of heaven and earth. Every move and every style is far more powerful than the Finger Profound Realm. Don't you want to test its power?"

Hong Xixiang was startled, then shook his head: "No, no, even if I don't hurt anyone, it wouldn't be good to break the flowers and trees."

Yu Liancheng said: "That woman in red is the eldest Princess of the Beiliang Prince Mansion. Even if you become the best in the world, it won't be easy to take her away. You might as well test the means of the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm now so you can be mentally prepared for the future. Just one sword strike. In the entire Wudang Mountain, I fear no one else is more qualified to be your opponent than me."

"Just one sword?" Hong Xixiang was persuaded, and the ancient sword in his hand also transmitted a sense of battle intent.

Yu Liancheng nodded: "Just one sword."

Hong Xixiang slashed down with his sword.

Achieving the Heavenly Phenomenon this time and borrowing the power of heaven and earth is truly no small matter.

One could see the Sword Qi surging, sweeping away all the mist in the surrounding area.

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly.

Then, his figure flickered, and he vanished from sight.

Boom—!!

Looking at the deep sword mark on the ground and the damaged eaves, Hong Xixiang was dumbfounded; thinking of the pitifully few pilgrims and incense money at Wudang Mountain, he could not help but want to cry.

As expected, the people brought by the Prince have the same temperament as the Prince.

Although they are decent people, they all like to tease him, this honest Daoist.

"How many furnaces of pills will I have to refine to make up for this? My senior brothers are going to make fun of me again."