Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

The attention moved to the top of Yuhua Stage as a handsome young Daoist appeared. He had sword-like eyebrows and was oozing an air of savage. His eyes were so forceful that people did not dare to look at him directly and wanted to run away from him.

Qingyin was stunned to see this person. She was reminded of the rumors about this person and did not dare to say much as she wanted to avoid trouble.

The ignorant young girl was terribly spoilt by her parents and said to the young Daoist, “How dare you.”

She wanted to continue insulting the young Daoist but she started feeling the chills as a loud thunder could be heard. It was as if she fell into an ice cave and it was too cold for her to speak.

A pair of black and white sword gleam flashed across her. It was her parent’s Double Poles Magnetic Sword that blocked the green sword gleam.

“The thunderous sword aura… Daoist Chen, you are indeed a prodigy of swordcraft. Please forgive my naive daughter who spoke without thinking.” The person who spoke was the old Daoist. His bright eyes were looking straight into the young Daoist who happened to be the genius swordsman of Qing Xuan, Chen Jianmei.

The old Daoist nun sarcastically said, “Why are you afraid of him, old man? Even if his Killing Sword is invincible, our Double Poles Magnetic Sword never failed us.” As the black and white sword gleam intertwined to produce an extreme pulling force, the green sword gleam vanished into thin air.

The cultivators present at the scene could not help but hold their breath. Chen Jianmei was on a different level and his thunderous sword aura was a feat that several immortal Zhenren could not achieve and the two Doyens of Qinshan could actually crush it. Clearly, they had the upper hand.

Although it was the combination of two separate powers, they worked together as a couple and the bystanders were speechless.

Chen Jianmei stared coldly as the long sword on his back started groaning.

He looked like he was ready for a big fight.

At this very moment, Chen Mubai’s voice could be heard, “Daoist Chen, now that you’re here, are you going to assist Zhenren Shen in solving the formations? But it seemed that Zhenren Shen was delayed by something. Considering that the two of you are apprentice-brothers, why don’t you take up the challenge instead?”

Chen Jianmei laughed out loud, “Chen Mubai, what a well-thought out plan! I should enter just because you tell me to? Who do you think I am? I was just about to kill you as an offering to my Killing Sword.”

“We have also known that you are a tyrannical person. But if you insist on behaving as such today, the five of us would have no choice but to team up and fight.”

Each of the Five Ultimate Formations released turbulent flows with thundering sounds that shattered the ground. It was louder than Chen Jianmei’s thunderous sword aura. The five of them combined into one and was imposing overwhelming force on Chen Jianmei.

Chen Jianmei was not frightened by it as the groaning of his sword was intensifying and showed no signs of stopping.

The two Doyens of Qinshan looked at each other and had the same thought. They were well aware that they would die eventually a couple hundred of years later.

They were fine with the idea of death but they were concerned that no one would look after their daughter after their departure.

Might as well do Guangqing a favor and maybe send their daughter to Guangqing. They have always wanted to enroll their daughter in an Xuanmen sect.

However, the four main Dao sects were extremely strict and difficult to enter without luck. They have tried several times and even put down their pride for her, but they still failed to enroll her. That was also partially the reason why their daughter was so mad earlier on and said that the four main Dao sects were undeserving of their reputation.

They claimed that they were around the area and decided to drop by for the event. In actuality, they had other intentions.

Cultivators emphasized fate and swimming with the current. Now that they were in this situation and the five Zhenrens were present, they thought of being in the good books of Guangqing.

With such intentions, the pair of black and white swords’ gleams dashed towards the sky and intertwined like a big grinding plate and charged towards Chen Jianmei.

The double poles of the magnet was an ultimate sword technique by an ancient sword celestial. When the two of them combined, they would be as powerful as the fundamentals of a land immortal.

But their powers were only sufficient to provide them the credentials to fight at the level of a land immortal. They stood no chance at all in beating celestials and Buddhas.

Despite that, the power of the Yin Yang Grinding Plate should never be underestimated.

Chen Jianmei had to first face the pressure from the five Zhenrens but as the Yin Yang Grinding Plate came charging towards him, the pressure intensified. As he was born a swordsman, he did not crumble under this tidal wave of pressure and instead the fighting spirit of his sword arose.

The mighty sword was like a bamboo growing between rocks. Instead of being crushed under pressure, it grew even bigger.

He single-handedly fought against seven people who were in the state of achieving Powang. Although not directly involved in the fight, it was still a nerve-wracking experience for the bystanders.

The two Doyens of Qinshan thought that the combination between the five Zhenrens of Guangqing and two of them could crumble Chen Jianmei. Little did they know, his spirit was too solid and strong.

Now that they have started the fight, there was no point for them to back down and all they could do was increase their power.

Before they could defeat Chen Jianmei, the bystander cultivators felt their instrument shaking. The stars in the sky too were brighter than before as they fell from the sky.

The spirited creatures started dancing while the cranes chirped in a crisp voice, they looked like they were welcoming something.

A voice could be heard from the sky, “Cling to the green mountain, never give up; the bamboos take their roots in the cracks of the rocks. Though they suffer, they are still strong; unyielding regardless of where the wind blows. Senior apprentice-brother, these corpse-guarding ghosts would never understand your Daoist style.”

The wind breezed like the waves while the flowers bloomed like the sea.

The Qi of vitality in the air was flowing endlessly as a milky way that spanned towards somewhere far away vaguely appeared in the void.

A person riding on the waves of the void, wandered over to the scene as he sang a Dao song.

The two Doyens of Qinshan and their daughter was awestruck when they saw young Daoist who looked like a celestial being that came out from a painting. He was dashingly handsome and had an unexplainable charisma of a Daoist.

Shen Lian’s appearance had eased the tension in the air.

Only people of the level of the two Doyens of Qinshan and Chen Mubai would know that Shen Lian’s Qi of dynamics was extremely thin and sharp, and could pierce through the gaps during the exchange of Qi of dynamics.

Although he did not use any groundbreaking supernatural powers, it was indeed a frightening ability.

Chen Mubai secretly sighed. First came Chen Jianmei, followed by Shen Lian. Why is Qing Xuan so fortunate?

The twelve of them, him and his apprentice-brothers, they cultivated so hard for over hundreds of years in order to achieve what they have accomplished today. Only they themselves knew how hard the journey was.

But Shen Lian and Chen Jianmei did not even cultivate for over a hundred years and yet they could easily overtake their accomplishments. Why is God so unfair?

Shen Lian’s Qi of vitality was the Milky Way Sword Aura. He scanned every single person present at the scene and smiled. He crossed his arms behind his back and said, “Senior apprentice-brother, please give me a moment. Let’s catch up after I solve the formations.”

The bystanders were stunned and could not believe his words. How great his abilities were that he was so confident that he could break the formation in a brief moment of time.