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Looking back now, I realize that my master was indeed somewhat inadequate.
After cultivating for so many years, now that a few unknown people have come along, even a master is powerless to stop them.
Song Yan Hui was unaware that his eldest disciple was also making fun of him in his heart; otherwise, he would probably have been furious on the spot.
"After all, Master has been traveling the world for so many years, he still has experience."
"But Master, your strength is not enough."
Song Yan returned: ...
Fine, he's my own disciple, I have to bear with it.
"But this Great Ming Vermilion Bird is also known as the Demon Sword, which drinks blood in every battle. How can your body withstand it?"
"What can we do then? Even if I give the sword case to my master, he won't be able to use it."
Song Yan's face darkened, and she suddenly lost her temper.
He even fell into deep self-doubt.
Perhaps I was really too useless before, otherwise this burden should never have been placed on a child.
Just then, Wushuang's ears twitched, his mind went blank, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
"Master, Senior Immortal Xiaoyao has arrived."
Song Yan was slightly taken aback: "The Immortal of Leisure? Where is he?"
Just then, a gentle breeze slowly materialized in the room, and Zhou Huanzhen's clear and melodious voice rang out.
"I, Zhou, have come uninvited. I hope Lord Song will not take offense at my abruptness."
Song Yan was surprised that Zhou Zhenhuan had actually come, and quickly stood up: "The presence of the Immortal Xiaoyao is an honor to our Wushuang City."
Lu Yuzhai also bowed and said, "Greetings, Master Zhou."
Zhou Huanzhen returned the greeting with a smile. Looking at the injuries on Song Yanhui and Lu Yuzhai, he waved his sleeve, and instantly a huge stream of true energy flowed into their bodies. After circulating for a while, both of them felt refreshed.
Both internal and external injuries have fully healed.
The two of them naturally expressed their deepest gratitude.
After exchanging pleasantries, they took their seats according to their status as hosts and guests. Lu Yuzhai stretched his arms and then personally served tea.
"Master Zhou, you must stay in Wushuang City for a few more days to see the splendor of Wushuang City."
"Lord Song, you don't need to be so polite. I've come here today because of the bet I made with Xiao Wushuang back then."
Song Yan was slightly taken aback, then remembered that Zhou Zhen had made a bet with Wushuang outside Wushuang City that day.
I thought it was a joke, but I didn't expect this person to actually come in person.
I was going to say a few polite words, but then I thought that what this person gave me must be extraordinary, so I held back.
Wushuang asked with curiosity, "Senior, has Brother Lei Wujie not yet become a Sword Immortal?"
Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "When he learned that you had become a sword immortal, he said he wanted to come and congratulate you in person."
He's been held up by some things lately, so as his mentor, I can only convey his message in person.
Wushuang seemed very pleased to hear this.
"Senior, you don't need to worry. Lei Wujie has great talent and will definitely become a sword immortal in the future."
Zhou Huanzhen smiled and said, "Alright, I will also help pass on the message from the Peerless Sword Immortal."
Wushuang scratched her head a little embarrassedly: "Senior, what gift are you going to give me?"
Wushuang was actually quite looking forward to it.
Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and said, "You will surely be pleased with this gift."
Zhou Huanzhen glanced at the Peerless Sword Box, then beckoned, "Great Ming Vermilion Bird, come here for a moment, okay?"
Chapter 193 Which scenery in Qingcheng Mountain is better?
Lu Yuzhai had previously seen Zhou Huanzhen borrowing the Great Ming Vermilion Bird at the Beauty Manor in Sangu City.
Therefore, they had long been accustomed to the fact that the Great Ming Vermilion Bird automatically flew out of its sword case and circled Zhou Huanzhen happily a few times.
It seems like this is the normal way.
As for Song Yan Hui, it was the first time she had met him, and she felt that this Master Zhou's swordsmanship was indeed divine.
Even with the power of the hands of no one, the Great Ming Vermilion Bird is not so easy to use each time.
What's with this eager feeling?
Seeing this, Wushuang sighed, "Senior, I used to think that only sword immortals could fully control the Great Ming Vermilion Bird, but now it seems that's not entirely true. At least for now, I can't control it as easily as I control my own arm."
Zhou Huanzhen laughed and said, "You're still young, no need to rush. Besides, the gift I'm going to give you is also related to the Great Ming Vermilion Bird."
The Great Ming Vermilion Bird is ranked as the second most famous sword in the world, but among famous swords, it is considered one of the easier ones to handle.
As long as your inner energy is abundant enough, it is not difficult to control it.
However, the Great Ming Vermilion Bird is also known as the Demon Sword, which requires the user to drink the blood of its master before each use.
Therefore, this sword should not be used for extended periods, otherwise it will become a burden on the body.
The gift I'm giving you today is to help you erase the flaw in the Great Ming Vermilion Bird.
Zhou Zhenhuan looked at the gilded blade of the Great Ming Vermilion Bird Sword, his sword finger swept across it, and a flash of blue light disappeared.
However, Wushuang clearly sensed that the Great Ming Vermilion Bird had changed; its sword energy was more pure and upright, filled with a majestic and grand aura.
Zhou Huanzhen looked at Wushuang, who was full of anticipation, released his hand, and handed the Great Ming Vermilion Bird to him, saying with a smile, "Give it a try."
Wushuang nodded vigorously and used his sword control technique. The Great Ming Vermilion Bird soared up and down, accompanied by the continuous clanging of swords.
Seemingly dissatisfied with being played with like this, Da Ming Zhuque plunged headfirst into the sword box, which slammed shut.
Wushuang was somewhat excited: "That's great! It really doesn't have that bloodthirsty intent anymore, and it requires less true energy to control, making it more agile to wield."
Although Wushuang can control the Great Ming Vermilion Bird, he can only use his sword a maximum of three times a day, and he must wield the sword in his hand.
If the sword control technique were used, it would probably be impossible to unleash even two sword strikes, as the true energy absorbed by the Great Ming Vermilion Bird was enormous.
Of course, its power lives up to its name.
But now Zhou Zhen has completely changed the characteristics of the Great Ming Vermilion Bird, making it more useful and its power has also increased.
"How is it? Do you like it?"
Wushuang nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, senior. I really like this gift. Now I can use at least five swords a day without much of a burden."
After saying a few more words, Wushuang ran to the Wushuang Sword Box, touched the box, and whispered to the flying sword inside.
Song Yan shook her head, somewhat disappointed.
However, even in front of Zhou Zhenhuan, she had to force herself to stay alert and chat with him about all sorts of things before the topic turned to the current state of the world.
"Does the master know that a group of powerful masters have emerged in the martial arts world?"
But these masters were completely unknown to anyone before; it was as if they had all suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "It's not just your Wushuang City; the situation in Xueyue City is even more serious than yours."
These experts come from an organization that has existed for hundreds of years and has some connection with the legacy of the immortals from beyond the realm.
However, given the strength of your Peerless City, there shouldn't be too much of a problem.
"Immortals from beyond the realm?" Song Yan was shocked. He had never imagined that this matter could be related to immortals from beyond the realm.
As the former lord of Wushuang City, Song Yan Hui was no stranger to some of the secrets of the martial arts world. Several hundred years ago was not a very long time; in fact, many sects in the martial arts world had been passed down for hundreds of years.
Song Yan steadied herself, her mind racing, and asked in a low voice, "Are you referring to the legendary Jade Capital, Master?"
"Oh? It seems Lord Song knows quite a lot. Is Baiyujing really that famous?"
Song Yan shook her head with a wry smile, unsure whether she was praising him or teasing him.
"The Jade Palace was indeed very famous back then. The Jade Palace in the heavens, with twelve towers and five cities. An immortal touched my head and granted me immortality! Immortality, who wouldn't want that?"
We mortals live only a few decades, enduring birth, aging, sickness, and death. When the Jade Palace first appeared in the world, countless people wanted to join it.
Let alone ordinary people, even emperors cannot resist such temptation.
However, Baiyujing's sect was not located within the present-day Northern Li territory. Over the years, some records have been lost, and some people have even deliberately erased information about Baiyujing. Therefore, very little information about it has survived.
Zhou Zhen nodded in understanding. "Let's put it this way," he said. "Bai Yujing's ancestors were once wealthy."
It's a pity that time is a cruel mistress; even a once-famous immortal cultivation sect can be buried by weeds.
But now it has resurfaced and brought a lot of trouble to this martial arts world.
Those who practice martial arts can never defeat those who cultivate immortality.
Song Yan wanted to ask Zhou Zhenhuan for advice on how to get through the difficult situation, but she felt that they were not very close.
There's no need for casual acquaintances to speak too frankly, so Zhou Zhenhuan naturally wouldn't bring it up.
Those people were only asking for swords; they had no intention of destroying Wushuang City.
After talking for a while, Zhou Zhenhuan declined Song Yan's offer to stay for dinner and left Wushuang City, heading straight for Qingcheng Mountain.
Qingcheng Mountain remains unchanged.
Back here, Zhou really felt comfortable all over.
The old pine tree with its gnarled roots still stood there, and Zhou Zhenhuan sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, with an endless sea of clouds below.
My senior brother, Yin Changsong, looks even younger now, with a full head of jet-black, shiny hair.
For the first time ever, Zhou Zhenhuan was given a smile upon his return, which startled him quite a bit.
I always felt that my senior brother was harboring some bad intentions.
As expected, Yin Changsong personally brought over the Peak Snow Bud tea, a specialty of the sect, a tea with a slightly spiritual quality.
"Xiaoyao, are you tired from this trip?"
Zhou Zhenhuan glanced at his master, then with a snap, turned into a paper figure.
Yin Changsong was taken aback at first, then his beard twisted with anger.
That day, all the disciples on the mountain heard the roar of the acting sect leader.
"Xiaoyao, you bastard!"
The Xiaoyao Palace was as deserted as ever, with little sign of decay.
Zhou Zhen was lying on his bed, sprawled out, completely unrespecting.
Zhao Yuzhen was brewing tea on the side, also using the same Peak Snow Bud.
"What did you do to anger your senior master like this?"
Zhou Zhenhuan rolled over, changed his position, propped his head up with his hand, and looked listless and unmotivated.
"I just got back, what can I do?"
My senior apprentice definitely wanted to assign me a task; I just skipped class.
Zhao Yuzhen was both amused and exasperated by these words, as this was something her senior brother often did.
"Your senior uncle has it tough too. Just do whatever he asks you to do."
Zhou Zhen rolled his eyes, reached out and beckoned, and the teapot slowly floated to his side.
"That sounds nice, but why don't you take back the position of sect leader? Isn't it still my senior uncle who is the sect leader?"
I reckon my senior master probably wants me to train a few more disciples.
It's too much trouble just to imagine.
"What? You've become a sword immortal, and you don't even respect me, your senior uncle anymore?"
Chapter 194 Let's Go Down the Mountain
Zhao Yuzhen was already used to her unscrupulous senior brother always bullying his disciple.
Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Having just broken through, you need to consolidate your gains."