Chapter 507: Hui Mountain Order Envoy, Murong Wuzhu and Chen Yu (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Jianzhou.

A certain small city.

It was noon.

The restaurant was crowded with people from all walks of life, especially martial artists wearing sabers and carrying swords, all discussing events currently happening in the martial arts world.

Of course, the most sensational of these was none other than the "Great Snow Order" of Huishan.

By now, these three words possessed a strange, demonic power capable of stirring the winds and clouds and shaking people's hearts.

To the vast majority of martial artists, these three words represented status in the Edo and supreme glory.

It was just a pity that those who could obtain a "Great Snow Order" were either supreme experts or sect leaders and masters; it had nothing to do with ordinary Edo folk.

That madwoman Xuanyuan Qingfeng had initially tossed two Great Snow Orders into the Edo quite casually; her reason for doing so was simple: she just wanted to watch a bloody slaughter for her own amusement.

The subsequent results, of course, did not disappoint her.

Many martial artists fought until the sky went dark and the earth turned red for those two Great Snow Orders, and in the end, these two Great Snow Orders fell into the hands of two mid-sized sects.

"The rain falls thick during the Qingming Festival, the traveler on the road is heartbroken." Someone recited in a low voice, then sighed at length: "As expected of the unprecedented Murong double leaders; a single 'Great Snow Order' stirs the winds and clouds of the world, causing countless Edo figures to be heartbroken. I, for one, would like to see what kind of trick they are trying to play by putting on such a grand display."

"Heh, I'm afraid that even if you want to see it, they wouldn't look down on you." Someone wore a look of mockery: "Those who can obtain a Great Snow Order are all prominent figures in the Edo; what virtue or ability do you, old man, have?"

"Hey, if the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain. It's not like my two legs are for nothing. Even if I can't get onto Daxueping, it would be excellent just to catch a glimpse of the demeanor of those supreme experts at the foot of the mountain."

"I am traveling with Uncle Li. It is rumored that Huishan has added another Hui Mountain Order Envoy, also a beauty from the Rouge List. By this count, 'Double Leader' Murong Tonghuang, 'Startled Swan Fairy' Chen Yu, 'Heavenly Snow Fairy' Murong Wuzhu, 'SoundandColorDoubleLeaders' Li Baishi, and 'Soul-Absorbing Rakshasa' Xuanyuan Qingfeng. Adding this one, 'Rouge List Second Place' Nangong Pushe, Huishan has a full six great beauties from the Rouge List. Even if I don't get to see the great romantic figures of the Edo, being able to witness one of these beauties would be satisfying enough."

With one Great Snow Order, the entire martial arts world boiled over.

There was a young Daoist in the restaurant who also heard the crowd's conversation; he smiled and continued to attend to the food in front of him.

The young Daoist looked unremarkable, but some sharp-eyed martial artists noticed that the Daoist's attire was from Wudang Mountain, which immediately struck them as curious.

As a Daoist holy land as famous as Longhu Mountain, the Daoists of Wudang Mountain were extremely low-key; they neither walked the Edo nor wandered the imperial courts, keeping their hearts set on Wudang Mountain, practicing in quietude as always.

Someone came over to share a table with this Daoist and began to converse.

Rumor had it that the Daoists of Wudang Mountain were all very approachable, and it was indeed true.

It was just that when others asked for the Daoist's name or Daoist title, he only smiled slightly and changed the subject, cleverly avoiding the question.

Suddenly, the young Daoist cast his gaze toward the entrance of the restaurant.

The martial artists at the same table followed his gaze, but could not help but hold their breath.

Even though the martial artists sharing the table with the Daoist prided themselves on being well-traveled and experienced, they could not help but feel a sense of astonishment at this moment.

They saw a woman walking slowly into the restaurant; she wore white clothes and a white skirt, her dark hair like a waterfall, smiling beautifully, possessing a beauty that could topple cities and states, unlike anyone in the mundane world.

Her temperament was ethereal like an immortal, yet it revealed a charm that was startling and soul-snatching. There was also a sense of holiness like the ice and snow of a high mountain, unstained by the slightest dust, as if a Heavenly Human had descended to the world.

The restaurant had been a noisy and clamorous place, but as the woman stepped inside, it became deathly silent; countless people stared blankly and lost their souls, gazing at the girl in white.

The girl in white walked gracefully toward the restaurant, heading in the direction of the young Daoist.

The young Daoist hurriedly stood up, blushing and looking a bit flustered, and performed a Daoist salute: "Li Yufu of Wudang, greets Miss Murong."

The girl in white giggled, her glistening eyes flowing over the young Daoist: "Sect Leader Li, no need to be so formal. Our Huishan and your Wudang Mountain are close. But you too, why aren't you staying properly on Wudang Mountain, running down the mountain for what? You made me search for a long time."

The young Daoist scratched his head: "After Uncle Master Hong let me inherit the position of Sect Leader, he told me to come out and walk around, to see the mountains and rivers, and gain more insights and experiences."

The girl in white rolled her eyes: "Don't listen to that guy Hong Xixiang's nonsense. Before he became Sect Leader, he never left the mountain. After he became Sect Leader, he only went down the mountain to pick up Sister Xu; he's so lazy. Tonghuang even found something for him to do a few days ago, just to keep him from getting sick from idleness. I think he gave the position of Sect Leader to you just so he would have more time to be lovey-dovey with Sister Xu."

The young Daoist lowered his head and smiled, not refuting her.

After this exchange, the people in the restaurant finally understood the identities of these two.

The young Daoist was likely Li Yufu, the next Wudang Sect Leader after Wang Zhonglou, who had cultivated the Great Huangting, and Hong Xixiang, who had ridden a crane down to Jiangnan.

As for the girl in white, who seemed to have stolen the radiance of the sun, moon, and heavens the moment she appeared, and was as bright as ice and snow, she was undoubtedly the "Heavenly Snow Fairy" Murong Wuzhu.

Sure enough, the girl in white flipped her slender hand, and a bronze token appeared in her palm, which she tossed to the young Daoist opposite her, smiling.

"The Great Snow Order is yours. Remember to go to Huishan during the Qingming Festival, otherwise, both you and your Uncle Master will be beaten black and blue. Tonghuang takes this matter very seriously and won't show any mercy."

She then sighed faintly: "Tonghuang is really something, making us few little girls do such tiring work, not showing any pity for the fair sex at all."

"This little Daoist understands, I will definitely arrive on time." The young Daoist nodded.

After the girl in white and the young Daoist caught up for a moment, she turned to leave.

"Murong... Fairy." A young woman suddenly stood up, her face flushed red: "I also want to join Huishan."

The girl in white looked back and smiled, a beauty that could topple cities: "Keep it up, I'm rooting for you, little girl."

Murong Wuzhu left after all, and the moment her back disappeared from everyone's sight, the entire restaurant boiled over like a pot of boiling water.

Some were extremely excited, only regretting that they had been too nervous earlier to greet the Heavenly Snow Fairy.

As for Li Yufu, seeing that the situation was not right, he also greased the soles of his feet and slipped away.

………

The Wu Family Sword Tomb, along with the Beiliang Prince Mansion and Wudi City, were known as the three great forbidden grounds, and were hailed as the birthplace of many Sword Immortals.

The history of the Sword Tomb was profound, dating back over a thousand years. The family's inherited Kuzuo Sword Technique abandoned Sword Intent in favor of seeking heavenly craftsmanship in sword moves, pushing sword techniques to the extreme of human capability, with cumbersome rules. At its peak, it drew swords from the east and west, and the "Nine Swords Breaking Ten Thousand Cavalry" shocked the world; it was a heavy stroke in the history of the entire Edo, ranking as a super-first-class power in the Edo, far beyond what the half-baked Dongyue Sword Pool could compare to.

Furthermore, the Wu Family Sword Tomb had a Zangjian Mountain, which was stuck with tens of thousands of ancient swords, famous swords, broken swords, and snapped swords...

When children of ordinary families had their first-year birthday celebration, the descendants of the Wu family, once they could walk, would be led by their elders to the Sword Mountain to find a life-bound sword before they could leave the mountain.

Today, an uninvited guest arrived at Zangjian Mountain.

It was a woman in plain clothes with a wooden hairpin.

Not to mention her stunning beauty, just her temperament, like an orchid in an empty valley, was enough to make people feel captivated.

Chen Yu tilted her head, her gaze flowing as she sized up this Zangjian Mountain, which was famous throughout the world.

At first glance, Zangjian Mountain didn't look much different from ordinary mountains; on the blue rock boulders, vegetation was lush and vines spread everywhere. But looking closely, one could discover that between the vines and blue rocks, swords could be seen everywhere—some long, some short, some delicate, some rugged—thousands upon thousands, a magnificent sight.

Chen Yu thought of what a sword slave had said before she went up the mountain.

"Zangjian Mountain buries tens of thousands of swords. Not only do people choose swords, but swords also choose people. You cannot take them by force; you can only use your sword heart and Sword Intent to create a resonance with the swords, otherwise, you will surely suffer ten thousand swords piercing your heart, and no one will be able to save you."

"Sword heart? Sword Intent?"

Chen Yu's thoughts shifted.

The next moment, a majestic Sword Intent radiated from her delicate, willow-like frame, rushing up to pierce the clouds.

The three sword styles of Flowing Light, Peerless, and Jiemie circulated in her heart, the Sword Intent growing increasingly dense, manifesting like rippling waves.

Hum, hum, hum!

Zangjian Mountain was trembling and humming, responding.

No!

More accurately, the countless swords stuck in Zangjian Mountain were responding, humming and trembling.

Perhaps it was tens of thousands of swords trembling, perhaps it was over a hundred thousand.

But without a doubt, this was a vast, extremely spectacular scene.

The humming sound resonated across the sky, and the intangible Sword Qi diffused outward, breaking through the blue clouds.

Chen Yu looked up at the swords trembling one by one.

She had a feeling. Perhaps if she just moved her mind, any one of these swords could fly into her hand.

But she could only choose one sword in the Wu Family Sword Tomb, so she had to be extremely cautious.

Chen Yu did not choose blindly, but instead walked up the mountain step by step, never ceasing to stir her Sword Intent to sense the swords around her.

"Who is this? To be able to induce the phenomenon of ten thousand swords humming in unison?"

In the Wu Family Sword Tomb, withered-looking swordsmen and sword slaves looked up toward Zangjian Mountain. In their withered eyes, a trace of envy occasionally flickered.

"In recent years, the only ones who could cause such a stir were the Old Sword God Li Chungang, and... Deng Taie. When did our Wu Family produce such a genius of the Sword Dao?"

"It is not someone from the Wu Family. I saw it earlier; it is one of the Hui Mountain Order Envoys, the 'Startling Swan Fairy' Chen Yu. This woman was taught three swords by Murong Tonghuang and is naturally gifted. I never expected her to have such talent. Coming to our Wu Family Sword Tomb this time must be to deliver the 'Great Snow Order' and incidentally pick a sword."

"I wonder which famous sword she will take."

About an hour later, another dragon-like roar came from Zangjian Mountain.

On this day, Chen Yu obtained the sword "Serhong".

The sword's name originated from a poet surnamed Bai.

A poem says: A streak of setting sun spreads over the water, half the river is shimmering, half is red.

Qingdu River.

The river water rolled on. The waves remained the same.

On the banks of the Qingdu River, a large crowd of martial artists carrying sabers and swords had already gathered, looking travel-worn; most were not local magnates.

A year ago, the Startling Swan Fairy and the Heavenly Snow Fairy arrived here and joined forces to suppress a young mad monk from the Western Regions beneath the Qingdu River. They left behind the words, "When the eve of Qingming arrives, someone will naturally let you out."

Now that Qingming was approaching, it was estimated that Huishan would soon release this young monk.

By the way, Fairy Murong called this person "Liu Songtao", suspected to be the ninth-generation Demon Sect Leader of Zhulu Mountain, who was also a demon figure like Gao Shulu who once caused the martial arts world to wither.

Therefore, many people traveled thousands of miles to catch a glimpse of this Demon Sect Leader's demeanor.

And the person coming to release Liu Songtao would most likely be one of the four Hui Mountain Order Envoys.

Those are all great beauties on the Rouge List; just looking at them can prolong one's life.

It is just a pity that they were destined to be disappointed.

Of course, they might also be even more excited.

"Heaven and Earth are useful, they can serve as mats and quilts. The sun and moon are useful, their light shines on the great thousand worlds. Kunlun Sect is useful, I come to the mountain. Compassion is useful, all living beings are as one. The great river is useless, yet it nourishes all things..."

On this day, a crane came from Wudang.

On the crane's back was a Wudang immortal, and even more, a figure in fluttering red robes.

"Liu Songtao, Qingming is approaching; if you do not come out now, when will you?"

The immortal's voice seemed to come from the heavens, drifting and ethereal.

The immortal on the crane's back, however, had a face full of smiles, holding a woman in red in his arms—where was the immortal air and bone?

Boom!

The river surface exploded, raising a wall of water dozens of zhang high, and many martial artists were drenched like drowned rats.

A middle-aged monk broke out of the river, blood still flowing endlessly from the center of his forehead.

He shook his body, shaking off the slightly fishy river water, and his wet clothes instantly became dry.

"What a 'crane-riding immortal'! I, Liu Songtao, would like to see just how powerful an immortal is now!?"

Liu Songtao had been suppressed under the water for several months, his belly full of fire, and he was looking for someone to vent it on.

As for the so-called immortals, weren't they all killed by him until they dared not show their faces?

He swirled his palm downward, and immediately the river water surged out, turning into a water sword that flew into his hand.

He thrust out with one sword.

It had the bearing of a Sword Immortal.

Then it was lightly and skillfully deflected by a horsetail whisk.

The crane-riding immortal said with a grin: "Whether you want to fight or want an answer, go to Huishan; this humble Daoist will not accompany you."

"Goodbye."

He flicked the horsetail whisk in his hand again.

The three thousand silver threads on the whisk instantly turned into three thousand winds and thunders.

Liu Songtao raised his sword to block.

The water sword in his hand instantly exploded, and his whole body was smashed into the Qingdu River like a meteorite.

When Liu Songtao surfaced again, his face was pale, and he looked at the crane's shadow fading into the horizon, shouting loudly: "May I ask which high expert this is?"

"Wudang, Hong Xixiang."

"Hee hee, and the Xu family, Xu Zhihu."

PS: Seeking monthly votes, need to reach one thousand, today I will return to eight thousand to ten thousand words.