Chapter 403 - Number One of the Nine Sects, Nine Bells Toll
Chapter 403: Number One of the Nine Sects, Nine Bells Toll
In the Northern Region, under the snowy mountains.
Golden words blotted out the sky!
The might of a Confucian Grandmaster shook the world and resonated with the mountains and rivers!
A word could cover a day, and a poem could break a world!
On Han Muye’s body, the purple aura of hope collided with the golden Great Spirit Qi, guiding the words in the sky and turning into a vigorous literary aura.
Not only was this poem extremely powerful, but its literary aura was also vast and mighty.
Such a poem had appeared in the Northern Region. If it was in the Central Continent now, the entire world would probably be filled with literary aura.
The Northern Region’s literary aura was turbulent, as if it was about to break through the barrier of heaven and earth and fuse with the Central Continent.
“The Grandmaster has made his move?” In the Central Continent, Minister Wen stopped writing and looked towards the north.
How could there be such a grandmaster of Confucianism in the Heavenly Mystic world?
However, he did not use his divine sense to investigate.
After all, to a sect grandmaster, it was disrespectful to probe for no reason.
“The scenery of the Northern Kingdom, thousands of miles of ice, tens of thousands of miles of snow… What a good phrase. What a pity. If it’s complete, it will be another step forward.”
After copying the poem about the northern region on the scroll in front of him, the scholar shook his head, his eyes revealing a strange expression.
“Old Wen, did you arrange for the Northern Region?” A voice sounded from the void.
Martial Marquis.
Minister Wen shook his head.
“Hehe, how interesting. Recently, your Confucianism has been flourishing.
“I like the way everyone from the White Deer Mountain Academy carries a sword. Speaking of which, the war situation in the No Resentment Realm is tight. Can you send more experts over?
“Two Grandmasters will do.”
There was a hint of fatigue in Martial Marquis’ voice.
“You want those two from White Deer Mountain, right?” Minister Wen shook his head and said in a low voice, “Let’s wait and see. If they can grow, I don’t mind giving them more opportunities.”
In the air, Martial Marquis let out an “en” and his voice faded away.
In the Northern Region, golden words flickered in the sky and slowly dissipated.
The golden-purple light that filled the sky gradually disappeared.
The phantom of the Great Confucian with a high crown and sword quietly disappeared.
Deng Chungang, who had fallen to the ground, looked confused.
Heavenly Wolf, who was standing not far away, had a complicated expression on his face.
Daoist Dayan, who was standing not far from Han Muye, clasped his hands behind his back and smiled.
In front of Han Muye, Daoist Ju Shi, whose clothes were tattered, knelt on the ground when he reached the eighth line of the poem. His Nascent Soul shattered.
Yes, Nascent Soul, not Primordial Spirit.
Back then, this Divine Transformation Realm cultivator’s primordial spirit was shattered by the Sword Venerable Yuan Tian’s sword and he relied on his incarnation technique to escape.
Right now, Daoist Ju Shi was merely an incarnation.
However, even if it was just an incarnation, it was still half a step away from leaving the body. No one in the Western Frontier and Northern Region could match it.
Coupled with the Dao Sword in his hand, he could even fight an Out of Body realm cultivator.
Unfortunately, Han Muye was a Confucian Grandmaster.
His words carried the law.
There were only a handful of Confucian Grandmasters in the Central Continent.
In front of such an expert, even a true Out of Body realm cultivator could only lower his head obediently.
A Confucian Grandmaster could fight a Half-Step Divine Transformation Realm expert!
Looking at Daoist Ju Shi, whose soul was gradually dimming, Han Muye couldn’t help but sigh.
If not for the Northern Region, Han Muye would not have been able to block a single finger of Daoist Ju Shi.
However, the Heavenly Dao of the Northern Region was connected to the Central Continent, so it did not take much effort for Han Muye to kill Daoist Ju Shi.
The words “The scenery of the Northern Kingdom, thousands of miles of ice, tens of thousands of miles of snow” froze Daoist Ju Shi’s body.
Before he could finish his sentence, Daoist Ju Shi’s Nascent Soul had already shattered.
This made the excited Han Muye retract the ink brush in his hand.
“If I had known earlier, I would have returned to the Immortal Spirit World…” Daoist Ju Shi’s body went limp as he lay on the ground. A look of regret appeared on his face before he slowly closed his eyes. Spiritual light scattered from his body.
Han Muye could feel joy surging between heaven and earth.
Just like when he was in the Fire Source World, as long as he killed the cultivators outside the realm, the world would give him a gift.
Now that Han Muye was qualified to trade on equal terms with the world, there would naturally be feedback from the world if he killed the cultivators outside the realm.
This feedback would increase the power he could borrow from heaven and earth.
With a wave of his hand, the Dao Sword in Daoist Ju Shi’s hand landed in his hand.
This was good stuff.
Han Muye had the other half of the sword.
Unfortunately, not to mention the Western Frontier, even in the Heavenly Mystic World, no one could repair this item.
After seeing the process of forging the Dao Sword, Han Muye knew that even in the Immortal Spirit World, it took a large sect countless years to successfully forge it.
Putting the Dao Sword into his storage ring, Han Muye turned to look at Heavenly Wolf.
“Senior Heavenly Wolf must have been the number one sword pill under the Sword Venerable back then, right?”
Heavenly Wolf turned to look at him, his eyes flashing.
“I’ll stay in the Western Frontier for 60 years.”
“If you can take three strikes from me with your Sword Dao cultivation after 60 years, I’ll hand over the Western Frontier to you.”
Heavenly Wolf paused and then said, “If you can’t resist three strikes from me, I will kill you.”
With that, he glanced at Dayan beside Han Muye and turned into a stream of light.
Watching him fly away, Daoist Ju Shi shook his head and scoffed. “Don’t worry, this guy is just joking.
“He’s embarrassed.”
At this point, Daoist Dayan shook his head regretfully and said, “You’re the one who cultivated Confucianism. This is what Sword Venerable Yuan Tian hates the most. Otherwise, Heavenly Wolf would probably have stayed behind to guide you.”
Han Muye chuckled and turned to look at Deng Chungang.
To Han Muye, it didn’t matter if he gave him pointers or not.
He had already obtained most of the Sword Venerable Yuan Tian’s inheritance.