Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

If Shen Lian did not stop Fang Yanying, her momentum could help her get to the tenth level of the Shapeless Sword Incantation. However, if that happened, her foundation would be destabilized.

If she were to reach eight transformations of Huandan and above, she would have to spend up to a hundred years to build her foundation again.

For people who had yet to reach Huandan, how could they waste up to a hundred years?

Every other student in the Temple of Killings was dead, except for Fang Yanying. One had to admit that this girl had some fortune.

Shen Lian hoped that she would have a good ending with such fortune.

It began to drizzle. Shen Lian walked towards the rain, into the Temple of Killings.

When one had reached a certain level of cultivation, the relationship one had with the heaven and earth was no longer the same.

There was a saying, “When the Dragon King is out on a tour, he will always be followed by the wind and rain.”

The truth was, it was not limited to the Dragon King. When one’s cultivation could resonate with the heaven, whether it was the wind and rain, or the hailstones, the world would resonate to show one was different from the rest.

One could choose to seal oneself so such reactions were not garnered. With that, it would be peace everywhere with no bustle, like an emperor who went out for a private visit.

The person who visited this time did not keep his presence, and in reality, he was someone rather impudent.

There stood a monk dressed in golden kasaya in the wind and rain. He was holding a staff, and every time it hit the moist soil, it felt like it could shake the mountain.

Fahai did not seem to understand what low profile meant. Even after he entered the Buddhist sect, he still had the proud expression and features that garnered attention.

The first time Shen Lian came across the name of Mister Sea was when he was swallowed by the Holy Whale, which was the mount of Mister Sea. Later, he killed one of Mister Sea’s concubines.

However, the first real encounter with Mister Sea happened about ten years ago. Back then, he was nothing compared to Mister Sea, who was then, Fahai. He was far worse than Huike even before he got his Golden-bodied Arhat.

Fahai then would have thought he was someone incredible, but then he would not have considered him as equal.

Now, Shen Lian and Fahai had similar strength, and in terms of status, Shen Lian stood at a higher position as he was the Chief of Qing Xuan.

This all happened in just ten plus years. To Fahai, it was about as long as his nap.

As such, when he looked at Shen Lian today, he did not attempt to hide his curiosity – he wanted to know how he could achieve such great success within such a short time frame.

When Shen Lian was walking down the mountain, none of the wind and rain could get near him. Wherever he went, they stopped.

For wherever he had been, the Qi of vitality of heaven and earth then regained peace.

This was only natural.

This line rang through Fahai’s mind. He read it from one of the books in Jinguang Temple – “The place of enlightenment of Taixu is not tainted by any technique in the world.” The place of enlightenment of Taixu would only exist when one had practiced Taixu Strategy to its highest level.

Shen Lian was far from achieving the highest level in Taixu Strategy. But such an aura could be detected, and hence it was able to interrupt Fahai’s interrelation with Gods.

The clear weather on one side and the stormy weather on the other at the hillside formed an interesting scenery.

Fahai smiled, “Zhenren Shen’s technique is indeed profound.”

Shen Lian replied, “One can’t tell how profound the real technique is.”

Fahai clapped and laughed. The staff, along with the relic on top were dangling and spilling out some Qing Guang.

When he steadied his hand, the staff then did not move an inch. Shen Lian’s gaze fell on the relic.

As his divine thoughts permeated it, he could see moonlight.

Underneath the moonlight, there was sword gleam.

While Shen Lian was not a cultivator of the sword, he possessed a rare sword will. In terms of his achievement in swordcraft, there were not many in the world who were better than him, so he indeed had the eyesight to judge this sword gleam.

Nobody could ignore when a sword gleam was formed.

The blood-red sword gleam looked as though it was made out of thick blood ink.

It could make celestials or Buddha who had escaped from being trapped in the secular mortal world to experience the taste of death again.

All of a sudden there was countless golden rays that appeared in the void. At that moment, the blood sword gleam was shattered with nothing left.

A young man appeared in the void, carrying a blood-colored long sword. One could not describe his face, but when he appeared, he was as eye-catching as the big dipper, and like the big dipper, he had the power to command death.

Another scene flashed by, and a light wheel which was let loose and was attacking the young man.

The perfect and free meaning of Dao made Shen Lian’s heart tremble.

It seemed futile in the face of the young man’s sword. The light wheel disappeared in the end.

Shen Lian regained his divine thoughts from the relic and he stared at Fahai. He said in a formal way, “Thank you.”

Fahai was slightly curious, “Do you think you can win, looking at the person’s sword?”

Shen Lian responded, “I now know that it is not easy for Senior Apprentice-Brother Chen to survive.”

It was his honest thoughts. The person obviously had mastered the meaning of Celestial Trapping Sword. His mastery was more profound than Shen Lian and he could control it well. Shen Lian could only scratch the surface.

Shen Lian saw the person’s sword and his swordcraft. Although the sword itself and the swordcraft was not yet perfect, it was obvious that they were invincible.

Shen Lian could see the bit that was not perfectly fused, but he could not solve it.

There was not any other reason but that he did not have sufficient mana and cultivation experience.

The blood-colored long sword was perhaps the legendary Celestial Trapping Sword, but it was definitely not the complete version of it. Else, Baoyue the Venerable would have died at the first attack.

Fahai saw as Shen Lian did not answer his odds in winning, he understood that Shen Lian had no chance of winning.

Even though he observed in person how powerful Chen Beidou was, he still felt the thrill.

This person had broken through Ming Wang Temple. Huike dared not to appear and Baoyue the Venerable was forced to pass away. Would there be any master celestial of sword who could handle him?

Fahai said, “He has been a big problem to many people in Xi Huang, but I feel that those are not his actual targets. It is possible that before you look for him, he will be here for you.”

Shen Lian replied, “Perhaps.”

Fahai saw how calm Shen Lian was, he could not help but admire him. Regardless of the state of his mana, with this calmness, he deserved his achievement.

He continued, “This time I am here is to ask if you can help me figure out Baoyue the Venerable’s reincarnation.”

Shen Lian thought for a while and then said, “Zen Master, can you give me the staff?”

Fahai nodded and the staff flew out of his hand. It landed lightly, like a feather in front of Shen Lian.

Shen Lian took the staff and knocked it on the floor. The floor cracked and revealed some tiny but closely packed trails.

Fahai gathered his spiritual senses on the cracks. He thought this was the Chinese hexagram of the augury. He wanted to know how Shen Lian practiced it.

Shen Lian then returned the staff to him and said, “This staff is good.”

Fahai asked, “Are you done with the augury?”

Shen Lian looked like he was about to laugh, “I am just taking the breath of Baoyue the Venerable, I have not started with the augury.”

Fahai’s expression went down, “So the cracks are not the hexagram.”

Shen Lian laughed lightly, “Of course not.”