Chapter 224: Sending Hope to Your Sword Pool Palace (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The sword qi soared into the sky and filled the entire city with hanging swords!
On the River Gathering Building.
An Le put down the cup and pressed his palm against the Ink Pool Sword at his waist. This sword that he had nurtured to the fifth-grade was now trembling non-stop, as if it wanted to listen to the call of the female Sword God. It tore through the air and joined the sword team that was hovering in Jiangling Prefecture.
Green Mountain didn’t move. Clearly, Green Mountain wasn’t affected by this female Sword God’s sword intent.
A breeze blew over slowly, sweeping over the old man of the Imperial Ancestral
Temple, Zhao Huangting, to smash the wine pot filled with Bamboo Green Leaf’s fragrance. The fragrance floated in all directions and was incomparably intoxicating.
Facing the powerful cultivators who had suddenly attacked just as Li You’an
left,
An Le thought that the old man might be forced to reveal his trump card.
This was a peachwood sword with purple heavenly lightning. The person who attacked was undoubtedly a ninth-realm cultivator.
The old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple had just explained to An Le the cultivation realms after the five realms. It could be said that every progressive realm was very different. Those who could reach the ninth realm were undoubtedly talented.
However, An Le did not expect the old man to… solve the problem in such a way.
An Le still remembered that Zhao Huangting had once told him that he had
many confidants in the martial arts world. Some were human, and some were
not…
However, he did not expect to encounter the help of the old man’s confidante when he first arrived at the Jiangling Prefecture.
An Le looked at the fat woman called Mei Niang who had served three pots of Bamboo Green Leaf.
At this moment, the fat woman had a smile on her face. An Le could also guess that this domineering female Sword God who had brought swords to hang in the sky, should have been informed by this fat woman.
In fact, this River Gathering Restaurant was the place where the other party transmitted information.
As soon as the old man entered the Jiangling Prefecture, he went straight to River Gathering Restaurant and brought An Le and the others upstairs. It seemed like he had expected this.
Li You’an also guessed this and left in relief.
As expected, these old seniors who roamed the martial world would not easily put themselves in danger. If they did not have any methods, the martial world would not be so easy to go around.
Around the River Gathering Restaurant, swords were hanging upside down. The tip of each sword was pointed at the ground, and the sharp sword qi was constantly surging. The aura of the world caused the swords to clang.
The peachwood sword with purple lightning whistled over.
The female Sword God was full of heroic spirit, like a leader at the front of migrating migratory birds. She blocked in front of River Gathering Restaurant, and the old man leaned against the wall.
Zhao Huangting’s plain clothes fluttered in the wind, and his temples were white. However, there was a hint of gentleness in his deep eyes. He looked at the heroic woman who was stepping on a sword and came over. There seemed to be scenes of the past in his eyes, and they floated in his heart.
Gradually, there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
Recalling the past, time was like a song.
He had once smiled and carried all the flying swords in the city to support the woman on the sword. Now, time had passed and the river of stars had spun. The woman had brought the sword to hang around the city and avenge him.
Perhaps this was the fate of the sword.
Under the remnant light of the grass-colored smoke, there was no one who would feel dispirited.
The wind by the lake and the sword qi between heaven and earth blew up the old man’s frosty hair and long eyebrows.
Compared to the old man’s melancholy, the woman was furious. She stepped on the sword qi and her aura soared into the sky.
Just as she shouted, the words that shook the entire Jiangling Prefecture: A nobody dares to point his sword at my husband!
Was a newly-advanced Venerable from the Celestial Master Residence worthy?!
The female Sword God bent her finger and knocked. The peachwood sword that swept over with boundless purple lightning was instantly deviated by her knock and rushed into the sky.
The woman pointed her sword.
The swords hanging all over the city whistled as they rushed towards the peachwood sword.
Every sword slammed into the peachwood sword ruthlessly!
Purple lightning splashed and lightning arcs darted.
Some swords exploded into pieces, while others cracked open and fell powerlessly.
However, there were too many densely packed swords. They intertwined in front of him and did not fear collapse at all, like fearless soldiers.
The lightning on the peachwood sword was completely eliminated by the sword. It even let out a wail as it was continuously attacked by the sword.
In the end, it fell like a broken peach branch.
In the sky above Prince’s Mansion of Jiangling.
The ninth realm Venerable of the Celestial Master Residence in the Daoist robe instantly felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His face turned slightly pale, and the mental sword intent on the peachwood sword was actually cleansed by many reckless swords.
His sleeves fluttered as he suddenly waved his hand. Immediately, the peachwood sword flew back. It was filled with holes, making the Daoist’s heart ache.
A hint of anger appeared in his eyes!
However, looking at the densely packed swords, the anger that rose in his heart gradually subsided.
At this moment, he finally understood what the Jiangling Prince meant when he said that the Jiangling Prefecture was not far from the Sword Pool Palace. “Shu Sword Pool Palace, Palace Master Su Muzhe.”
As a ninth realm cultivator of the Celestial Master Residence, the Daoist naturally recognized who this woman in front of him, who rode thousands of swords and domineeringly collided with his thousand-year-old peachwood sword, was.
However, Li Qingchuan, who had stepped into the ninth realm in high spirits, was naturally rather angry at being called a nobody.
He, who thought that he had stepped into the ninth realm, was quite famous in this world.
He had also heard of Old Imperial Uncle Zhao Huangting fighting Emperor Yuan Meng with a bamboo sword.
However, today, he had flown out with the lightning peachwood sword and asked Old Imperial Uncle to take action. He wanted to fight for fame. Back then, the Old Imperial Uncle had only used three strikes to challenge Emperor Yuan Meng. It was no different from him fighting for fame today..
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