Chapter 1647: Chapter 1269: The Monk Emperor Passes Away! The Unsolvable Blood God Pill!
The Sword Saint stood cold-faced before the Monk Emperor, clenched his fist and said, "The Monk Emperor broke through to the Returning to Truth Realm only sixty years ago, barely surpassed the limit of longevity, and lived to this day, but did not continue to break through since then. The gap between his Primordial Spirit and that of Shakyamuni is indeed too great. He did not have to die, but he died because of me. It’s my fault! I will provide him with an answer!"
Upon saying this, the Sword Saint’s eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce sword light. He turned to look at Wu Ming and said coldly, "Wu Ming! The reason I saved you is to have a fair and open duel with you, but now you are hindered by the Blood God Pill and cannot use your full strength. If I use Sword Twenty-Three to defeat you, it would not be an honorable victory! I want to expel the Blood God Pill from your body and then compete with you at the highest level! And then I will defeat Shakyamuni!"
Jiang Dali felt a headache hearing this, and his regret over the Monk Emperor’s death was diluted by the Sword Saint’s words. The Sword Saint’s feelings toward Wu Ming were truly a mixture of love and hatred, no, it was a one-sided love and hate.
Wu Ming ignored the fierce challenge in the Sword Saint’s eyes, crossed his arms calmly and said, "The Monk Emperor has already gone to the Western Pure Land. Not to mention whether the Blood God Pill can be expelled, even if it can be, I do not wish to fight you again."
"Why!?"
The Sword Saint’s eyes flashed with anger as he questioned.
Wu Ming’s expression was devoid of joy or sorrow as he said, "Since the death of my wife, I have lost my heart for the Sword Dao. I even bestowed the Hero Sword to my disciple Jianchen, not using it anymore. I no longer care about any mythical name, so why should you remain obstinate?"
"This is the greatest betrayal to the Sword Dao!"
The Sword Saint shouted loudly, his aged cheeks reddened with anger, his whole body exuding a fierce Sword Qi towards Wu Ming.
Swish, swish, swish——!
In an instant, in the quiet bamboo forest, countless bamboo leaves emerged from the soft fallen leaves, like swords, either crazily floating, or swaying with the shadows of the bamboo, propelled by the Sword Saint’s Sword Intent, threatening Wu Ming.
The two destined enemies, once again meeting, faced off with tension under the astonished gaze of everyone.
However, a truly astonishing scene followed.
Countless bamboo leaves aimed at Wu Ming bent down, as if encountering the King of Swords, from their tips, as if bowing and kneeling before the blue-clothed man standing with arms crossed, daring not to show any disrespect.
Sky Sword Wu Ming—undoubtedly the King of the Sword Dao!
"Good!"
The Sword Saint’s eyes revealed a hunter’s delight, taking a step forward, his grey-white hair stood as if touched by static, and the terrifying Sword Intent on his body was about to fully explode.
"Gentlemen!"
Jiang Dali frowned, ready to stop them.
Zhang Sanfeng had already taken the initiative, stepping between the two and inserting himself into the center of their confrontation.
Immediately, the Sword Intent from both came crashing towards this immortal-looking old man, with bamboo leaves surrounding the Sword Saint tearing through the air in a furious charge.
This scene was extremely thrilling, Zhang Sanfeng knew that each bamboo leaf contained the Sword Saint’s Sword Intent and Sword Qi, any one of them could easily kill an ordinary Heavenly Person, not to be underestimated. He lifted his energy lightly, spinning as he touched the ground, his hands forming a small circle.
Instantly, the flying bamboo leaves rotated with his hands turning "swish, swish" into a cluster, the previously straight bamboo leaves suddenly softened, like leeches swimming along Zhang Sanfeng’s inflated sleeves, transitioning from rigid to soft, reaching the peak of finesse, forming a ’bamboo leaf sphere’.
"Tai Chi Energy!"
Jiang Dali’s step paused, seeing Zhang Sanfeng’s arms suddenly flick and shake violently, and with a ’bang’, the bamboo leaf sphere exploded, turning into countless fragments, violently swirling in the air in the strong air flow.
"Head over heaven, feet on ground, life all in one breath. Content with three meals, setting sail upon a breeze.
Why must you clash upon finally meeting?
If you wish to duel, I am willing to invite both of you to Wudang in the future for a discussion of swords?"
Zhang Sanfeng’s tall figure stood amidst the fragments, with a calm and relaxed demeanor, laughing as the mediator.
Jiang Dali’s tiger eyes shone brightly, his cloak fluttered, and he walked over to everyone, saying, "Master Zhang, that is a wonderful idea. These two are Sword Gods who have reached the Peak of Swordsmanship. If they go to your Wudang for a duel, wouldn’t your disciples and followers gain a lot of insight into the Sword Dao? Such a great opportunity, my Black Wind Village surely cannot fall behind. I think maybe Black Wind and Wudang should jointly discuss the sword?"
Zhang Sanfeng and Yin Zhong laughed heartily upon hearing this.
The Sword Saint also understood there wouldn’t be a fight, he glared coldly at Wu Ming’s perpetually calm face, snorted, turned towards the Monk Emperor, ready to collect the Emperor’s body for burial, suddenly noticing an eerie flash on the Emperor’s forehead Heart Mirror.
"Everyone!"
The Sword Saint, startled, suddenly alerted everyone.
All at once, everyone noticed the anomaly, immediately focusing spiritually on the Monk Emperor before them, sensing a subtle wave emanating from the Heart Mirror.
"Is this Heart Mirror actually a treasure similar to the Breaking Realm Pearl, preserving Primordial Spirit?"
Jiang Dali’s mind stirred, his fingers pressing his forehead, a strand of Primordial Spirit Light instantly gathering at his fingertips, with it pointing forward, shooting a strand of Primordial Spirit Power into the Monk Emperor’s Heart Mirror.
The surrounding others, likewise, made similar motions.
As each person’s Primordial Spirit wandered into the Heart Mirror, spiritually it felt as though diving into a soft cloud sea, walking amongst a vast Human Sea, emotions experiencing all the worries and disputes of all living beings, as well as love and hatred.
Except for the Sword Saint, this feeling was very unfamiliar to the others, clearly part of the Heart Mirror’s capability, seemingly reflecting each person’s inner troubles.
Suddenly——
That mist-like sense vanished completely.
A monk’s figure slowly emerged from the disappeared cloud sea, smiling, appearing in everyone’s Primordial Spirit perception, resembling the Monk Emperor.
"Spiritual remnant?"
Seeing the almost transparent spiritual form, Jiang Dali silently sighed. It seemed there was no miracle; the Monk Emperor was still dead, only a spiritual remnant remained within the Heart Mirror.
At this moment, the Monk Emperor’s remnant joined hands, and his voice began to echo in the Heart Mirror’s space.
"Dear benefactors, you meeting this remnant left by this poor monk means my Primordial Spirit has already perished. Life and death are ordinary matters, and this poor monk has long looked past them.
I only hope to offer more help against demons after my passing. This remaining remnant can still once more activate the Heart Mirror’s power to solve a dilemma for you. If any benefactor has any trouble, please tell this remnant now!"
Everyone felt a shock in their hearts upon hearing this, perceiving hope for removing the Blood God Pill from Wu Ming.
After exchanging glances, Jiang Dali promptly addressed the Monk Emperor’s remnant in front, saying, "We wish to know where to find a way to dissolve the Blood God Pill."
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(The recent updates have been poor due to bad luck this month, hoping for improvement! Continuing to update in the evening! Requesting monthly tickets!)
