Chapter 71
When the autumn wind comes, white clouds fly
Translated by Vaishu
Edited by Vaishu
Chapter 71 When the autumn wind comes, white clouds fly.
The autumn sun was clear and bright.
The sky was a magnificent peacock blue, the clouds were spread out, and sunlight shone through the gaps between the clouds.
When Yin Biyue left the academy, he was carrying three books in his arms. The headteacher stood at the back door to send him off.
He also stayed the night at the academy. When he woke up this morning, his master hadn’t woken up yet.
Lifting his hand to flip the page, his mauve thin robe’s wide sleeves swayed gently in the autumn wind.
He came out to greet him, laughing.
“I have a few books. I’ve just finished learning them and they are quite interesting. If you have nothing to do, you can take a look.”
The more he thought about it, the more surprised he became. Everyone knew that his teacher had studied ancient and modern texts and that he had memorized all ten million of them in his mind.
There are even those who think that there are no more books that the gentleman has not read.
Such a person who could pass through space with a seal, who could calculate the star orbit, what else could he learn to ask about?! “… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …”
A self-created technique?
The end of time?
The equilibrium within the distortions of space?
Passing through the barrier of three thousand worlds?
Mister took out a few yellowish thin books from his sleeve, and Yin Biyue took them with both hands, his fingers trembling slightly.
Lowering his head to take a look —
“Enchantment Immortal Elder Leng Xiao Fei”
….
What the hell is this!
“Peerless Immortal Man Meets Me!” “Tyrant Immortal Master, spare me!” “Coldhearted Master falls in love with me”, this was actually a f*cking series of characters!
The middle-aged scholar smiled. His smile was as deep and profound as the rivers and seas. “Young man, you look really nice.”
For a moment, his brain exploded, he almost threw himself over and grabbed Mr. Li’s hand, “Heavenly King Gecko!”
OP 250!
Tell me you’re like me!
“— —”
However, in the end, he only put the book back into his sleeve and gave a proper disciple salute.
Because the smile on his face was the same as ever as if he had bought a funny book from the market and given it to the younger generation.
Sword Saint walked out of the room and glanced at them. He then said to Yan Qianyin, “Shuang went back to Cangya last night. We’re leaving today.”
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his master wanted to say something. However, he didn’t even turn around to look at him.
The middle-aged scholar watched them walk out of the alleyway, his figure gradually submerging into the street that was filled with people.
Sword Saint bought two horses and brought them out of Clear Sun Pass, heading straight for the floating sea.
The autumn wind blew, white clouds flew, and the grass and trees turned yellow, returning to the south.
They walked and stopped like two young masters with whips in their hands.
Sword Saint knew which city’s night market was the best, which flower shop’s girl was the prettiest, which tavern did not have water, and which lake’s crab was the most beautiful when autumn arrived.
He told it to his disciples.
Sometimes, he would say a few interesting things about himself when he was young, and more often, he would watch Yin Biyue practice the sword.
He did not speak when his disciple practiced the sword because he truly did not know how to teach.
His interest was piqued, and he immediately broke off the tree branches to fight with the Yin Wall.
Yin Biyue was always badly beaten up.
Swordsaint began to laugh loudly. “That’s how your senior apprentice-brother came over as well.”
“If you want to fight, you have to learn how to get beaten first!”
Yin Biyue felt sorry for the Eldest Senior Brother. As the first disciple of Xi Hua Feng, he didn’t even have a full level of experience. If he didn’t have a serious attack, he would definitely suffer quite a few beatings.
He had originally thought that his master had no goal, what did it matter where he went?
Until they were standing by the sea.
The sea breeze was salty, and the docks were noisy as usual, very similar to Da Nang in the West.
The sound of anchorage horns mingled with other shouts as they disembarked and unloaded their cargo.
He felt more lost. It was as if the scene when he was travelling with Luo Mingchuan and Duan Chong Xuan was still the same as yesterday.
It was just that they were on a different continent.
He boarded the ship with the Sword Saint and the caravan headed towards the east.
The Eastern Continent’s demonic cultivators were rampant, almost blocking off the area, but some cultivators had ceded power to them.
The caravan’s profits were enormous. People died for money while birds died for food. There was always a strong trading company that was willing to go.
Sword Saint was currently the third generation disciple of Cangya Mountain. Both he and Yin Biyue had broken through barriers, so they did not have to pay any ship fees. They could only assist in escorting the merchant caravan along the sea route to avoid the invasion of sea beasts and pirates.
This was the first time Yan Ziyue had crossed the ocean in this world.
White seabirds flying along the horizon; big ships propping up formations through stormy hurricanes; or gentle or brutal, strange sea beasts; the golden light of the sun rising and setting; the salty sea breeze at night and the silver splendor.
The ship sailed on the sea, alternating day and night.
On the deck, the Sword Saint was playing cards with the sailors. After losing the cards, he was going to curse and curse at the same time.
He even taught his disciple how to fight.
The richer in the sea does not insist on every minute of the cultivation, but the mood is open, but the realm of rapid improvement.
He didn’t know why his master was going to the East Continent, so he didn’t ask.
After seven days, he finally broke through the initial stage and found out that his senior brother Yan Xing was walking in the Wasteland. The legend of him breaking through on his own was not exaggerated by the world.
They disembarked from the Eastern Continent and parted with the trading company. The leader of the fleet was even patting the Sword Saint’s shoulders to recruit them.
“Little brother, come out of the academy and come with me in the future. Eat well and drink well. I’ll take you guys with a single bite. You’ll earn a hundred thousand spirit stones in one trip. Buying a house and getting a wife won’t be a problem anymore! Hahahahaha!”
The more he thought about it, the more he was at a loss.
“Thank you, Elder Brother.”
“Business is flourishing, the sources of wealth are increasing.”
The harbor was originally deserted, but a few boats were left standing alone in the autumn wind.
The arrival of the caravan brought life to this place.
The more Yin Biyue followed his master, the more he followed the crowd. Along the way, he heard an obscure accent, giving him a foreign feeling of strangeness.
But for some reason, he felt that his master was very familiar with the road because although he seemed to be walking casually, his eyes were always resolute.
Sunset in the wilderness, the sky was on fire.
They walked through the desolate wilderness filled with grass and trees. A lonely wind blew by, causing them to gaze into the distance. One could faintly see the snowy peaks shrouded by clouds and mist on the horizon.
The reason they could see it was not because it was close. They were at least a thousand kilometers away from the vast snowy plain.
The reason was that the snowy peak was so high that it could be seen from anywhere on the Eastern Continent with a broad view.
The Devil’s Palace was there when it was glorious a million years ago.
Now, it was occupied by the most powerful Golden Palace of the Twelve Palaces of the Devil Dao.
Yin Biyue read in the book, reading about the boundless snowy plains and the Skypiercing Snow Peak.
Birds are difficult to cross, harder to climb than the blue sky.
The Sword Saint followed his gaze and squinted his eyes.
“Have you met a demonic cultivator?”
“I’ve seen it twice, in Ye Cheng and Titian Mountains in the Southern Land.”
“Have you exchanged blows before?”
Yin Biyue nodded, becoming embarrassed when he remembered his terrible performance at that time.
The Sword Saint asked again, “What do you think is the difference between a demonic cultivator and us?”
Yin Biyue felt that his master was testing him, so he cautiously replied,
“In our cultivation world, using the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth to transform one’s true essence. During the process of breathing, one absorbs life energy and exhales death energy. This is called endless life.”
“It is said that demonic cultivators’ techniques are without taboos. Whether it is life and death energy, they can absorb them all at once. Even living creatures’ flesh and blood and corpses’ killing intent can be absorbed as demonic energy …”
He had never seen a demonic cultivator practice martial arts, and these words came from the ancient records.
Sword Saint said solemnly, “That’s right.”
But demonic cultivators were also divided into two types.
When the disciples of the Twelve Palaces entered the sect, the elders of the sect would shatter their meridians inch by inch and infuse demonic energy into them.
After the meridian rebirth, its strength would at most increase tenfold. Those who could endure pain and suffering would have their bones and skin reconstructed once.
The structure of the human body has been changed, and they no longer consider themselves human.
“They usually boast of themselves as devils.”
He frowned, normal cultivators would experience changes in their physical condition and five senses as their cultivation level increased, but it would not result in a deviation from human self-knowledge.
The Sword Saint seemed to know what he was thinking.
“If you have seen those that were left at the bottom of the cliff with their meridians shattered, their survival is a problem, but they can still kill each other until the survivors can enter the Demon Palace, then you will understand their thoughts.”
The more he thought about it, the more he fell silent.
Most people believed that the demonic cultivators were cruel and bloodthirsty because they cultivated vile techniques. However, Sword Saint saw a deeper reason.
All the resources in the Eastern Continent had been depleted. Power was divided, and the strong preyed on the weak. No powerful sect could make the necessary rules.
As long as one cultivated and desired strength to protect himself, one would live in endless competition, constantly testing one’s humanity.
In the long run, many people adapted to this life, and the East Continent became more and more inaccessible.
“Master is very familiar with the Eastern Lu?”
Since the Sword Saint had been traveling for so many years, there was no place he was unfamiliar with.
It is not strange to know how the Twelve Palaces accept a disciple
Who knew that Wei Jingfeng would reply, “I’m familiar with it.”
“I was born in the East Continent, in the same village as Li Tuquan.”
The richer he was, the more he choked on his words.
The Sword Saint did not want to bring up this topic again, so he continued speaking about the types of demonic cultivators he had, “There is also another way, if there are no teachers, you can find your own cultivation.”
They had no one to rely on. They also had no restraints.
He is skilled in killing others for their treasures and is only good at robbing for a living. He does not care about the price, nor is he afraid of death. “
Yin Biyue continued, “Terrifying.”
Not afraid of killing or of dying.
Not bound by any rules, let alone moral conscience.
He couldn’t help but think that if he met such an opponent, even if his cultivation level was similar, it would still be difficult for him to win.
Sword Saint nodded. “Yes, it is indeed terrifying …”
Look, this is just one of them. “
Yin Biyue stopped and looked around.
He saw a pair of eyes staring straight at him from within the half-human tall grass.
No emotion, good at concealment, patient, it was the eyes of beasts that stared at their prey.
A bone-chilling chill rose in his heart.
If not for the Sword Saint’s reminder, he would never have noticed that there was someone there.
If he was alone, then it was highly likely that he would be seriously injured by the sneak attack today, and that he might even die here.
He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.
The figure in the grass did not move.
For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind blowing across the wilderness.
However, he knew that there was a high probability that the other party was conducting a probing, or gathering strength for a critical strike.
The Sword Saint suddenly spoke, his voice ringing in his ears, “This is different from the Flawless Flower that you fought.”
“Right now is a true life and death battle. After you die, any robe with runes on it will be bought by the other party in the black market.”
“There is no need for etiquette in fighting, and no need for beauty in the killing.
“All you need to do is take the sword and chop off the opponent’s head or pierce his heart meridian.”
“Can you do it?”
With the Sword Saint present, their conversation would naturally not be heard.
“I have never learned this.”
He did not know if he could do as his master said.
Sword Saint sighed, “This old man has never taught it either because this is a sword technique that kills people.”
“But you need to learn.”
I need you to learn about this world.
Yin Biyue noticed that the bush quivered a little, but not due to the wind.
It was because the other party’s probing had ended, and his patience had run out.
Sword Saint took two steps back and stood behind his disciple.
He didn’t know when, but the realm that he had revealed all around him had turned into the Spirit Condensation Stage.
“I am weak, he is strong, he covers me.”
Yan Yu could only grit his teeth and pull out his sword.
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