Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Fifteen minutes had passed, and the commotion was getting nearer. The sword gleam in the formation got weaker and weaker.

Zuo Shaoqing could not resist gripping the sword handle. The ten feet rock formed by him was the central point of the Mountain Gate Formation, and he could not just abandon his post. At this point, there was nothing more that he could do.

He wondered what Shen Lian would do if he was in this position.

However, he could not have guessed it. He did not have the supernatural powers that Shen Lian had. He was also no equipped with Shen Lian’s carefree mentality.

Someone was faster than Zuo Shaoqing. It was a middle-aged Daoist that had black hair. His Daoist bun was undone, and he held a long sword in his hand. He leaped and charged with his sword. There was a loud sound in the air, and a giant prawn head was tossed high up in the air along with its white flesh. It fell down eventually.

That was Jiang Shuijie. He was a middle-aged Daoist who gave his all to the sect. He demonstrated his character as a Cultivator of the Sword at this moment, just as the rest of his senior and junior apprentice-brothers.

A flash of electric spark appeared, and it fell into the water forcefully. The roaring noises made by the demon soldiers could not drown the sound of the sword gleam.

Flesh and blood splattered all over. The brilliance of the sword gleam masked even the last ray of the setting sun.

The yellow dragon in the sky saw the sword gleam. It swam amidst the Water Clan unrivaled.

“I’m not going to fool around with you all anymore,” it snickered as a cold gleam appeared in its eyes.

It swirled around and created a giant wave with just a slap on the water. The Kuishui Qi of Essence it brought along was akin to the inescapable wall of iron and copper. With an unknown amount of layers, it rammed towards the mountain gate and shook the mountain.

The formation lighted up to ward off the attack. Within moments, it was shattered completely.

Seven screens of light appeared; it seemed that seven screens of light had been shattered.

Zuo Shaoqing could not attend to his fellow sect members. He saw the yellow dragon started closing in, and the wave that was extremely hard killed countless people with just a slap. The opponent’s underlings from the Water Clan too were roped in as collateral damage.

Huang Longzi was so evil that it did not care if it was killing friends or foes.

Perhaps to him, the Water Clan was nothing.

The sword gleam rose again, and ten over demon soldiers around him were killed. With the Qi of blood and devilry, he gained momentum that could break through the Nine Heavens; at that moment, Zuo Shaoqing genuinely thought that he was unstoppable.

His sword gleam would slash even the yellow dragon into half.

True Wandering Light Sword gave birth to limitless mana. Layers and layers, the force had continuity and was endless.

He finally understood the sword will of endless water and clouds, and could comprehend the initial true technique of the Grandmaster.

The rolling giant waves were harder than fine iron, and they could destroy anything. However, the moment that the Kuishui Qi of Essence was met with the sword body, it was absorbed away immediately. It was as though Zuo Shaoqing’s sword body was a sponge that could absorb all of the water.

Zuo Shaoqing realized that his mana was getting more and more solid. His mana traveled around the acupoints in his body, and the power within him was sufficient to break the mountain. The countless members of the Water Clan would be exterminated along with Huang Longzi.

The longsword gleam was like the water and clouds that traveled across the sky; it channeled the Milky Way and was limitless.

The real dragon that was Huang Longzi roared in the sky. It rushed into the Wandering Light Sword gleam without any changes.

Not far away on the lone ark, Yanxu was dressed in white – a shade that was fairer than the clouds above. He held a gourd made of Blood Jade, and Qi of blood and devilry were constantly seeping into the gourd. Perhaps it had contained too much Qi of devilry, there seemed to be blood dripping down the Blood Jade Gourd.

He stared at Zuo Shaoqing with smiley eyes and thought him to be a little genius. There were traces of Qing Xuan in his sword gleam too.

He wondered what would the traces of Qing Xuan be, and decided that it was probably the creation of techniques within one’s heart, and understanding the truth of Dao from there on.

However, it was so useless. The sword screen was as useless as the light screen of the formation, and they both could not withstand even a strike. Even though Zuo Shaoqing had cultivated the True Wandering Light Sword to this extent, it was still incomparable to a roar of the real dragon.

“If it was the Milky Way Swordsmanship, I wouldn’t mind taking a look,” Yanxu thought to himself.

Zuo Shaoqing was blocked off by the dragon’s horn, and the protective sword gleam was shattered immediately. He was tossed at the mountain and ended up shattering the central rock of the formation.

The entire formation was a gone case. The giant rolling waves of the Qingshui River rushed in.

Huang Longzi was pleased. He was able to defeat an entire sect with the power of a single person. This would be considered as an impressive feat in the cultivation community. He did it today without putting much effort into it.

He instructed the Water Clan to continue with their attacks; with a shift of his dragon body, he brought forth rolling waves of water. It was as though he was an ancient God of Water, and commanded impressive aura.

A thought came to him – his eldest Senior Apprentice-Brother and Uncle-Master insisted on alternating between being kind and being stern; however, that was not as satisfying as his approach. If there were anyone who rebelled, he just needed to beat them into submission. If they remained stubborn, all he had to do was just taking them out, how free and easy would that be!

The ancient Dragon Clan triumphed over the four seas and eventually ruled over the ten thousand spiritual beings. Dragons had always been keen to fight, and the Dragon Transformation Incantation that he cultivated gave him a body full of the blood of a real dragon. He ended up inheriting their temperament as well.

Moreover, he was under the constant influence of Yanxu’s Free Form Incantation.

The body of a real dragon was a thousand feet long. A sweep with its tail could easily send a huge portion of the mountain, including the plants and the soil right into the water. The entire mountain seemed fragile as a tofu.

Yanxu looked at Huang Longzi with eyes full of contempt. This was why he did not hold Guangqing in high regard. In spite of the presence of great inspiring figures such as Huanzhen and Yuming the Honored Celestial, most disciples were crude people like Huang Longzi.

When searching for a disciple, Guangqing only looked at the prospective disciple’s potential. Minimal focus was placed on the nurturing of the mind, and it was the polar opposite of Qing Xuan.

It was mere fate that they could produce five land immortals.

Despite that Guangqing had the Twelve Real Cultivators, but amongst them, only Huanzhen had hopes of attaining immortality. The rest of them were all rubbish.

However, rubbish as such was perfect as pawns in his grand plan. He would be having a headache if there were more people like Shen Lian and Chen Jianmei. Even though he liked a good challenge, but it was in his nature to prefer the easier route.

Yanxu frowned. Just as he wanted to avoid troubles, troubles had found their way to him.

A colorful cloud floated over out of nowhere, and its golden rays shone on the mountains and rivers.

Huang Longzi’s dragon scales glittered under the sun.

The golden rays seemed to be magical, and it made even Yanxu felt uncomfortable. It was just as the snow and ice were met with sunlight.

For Huang Longzi, it was not mere discomfort. Each of the golden rays turned into a rope that restrained him.

He could produce hundreds and thousands kilograms of force simply by moving. However, the golden rays were shapeless and yet had quality; they were extremely tenacious and difficult to break away from.

Huang Longzi was knowledgeable. He noticed a foreign force within the golden rays, and the force was weighing him down. It was as though he was being dragged into the mortal secular world and could never be freed from it.

The feeling of being trapped in a marsh was very uncomfortable to him.

The dragon roared loudly, and the giant sound waves destroyed most of the plants in front of the mountain gate. A lot of members of the Water Clan and the disciples of Qingjiang Sword Sect fainted. The sound waves even vibrated away from the surrounding golden rays.

The extremely strong mana vibrations exploded from within Huang Longzi.