ocean-life Chapter 58: 58. We also have fine traditions here.
Chapter 58: 58. We also have fine traditions here.
"Tan Shuchang does have a carefree spirit, indeed, at first glance, he quite resembles a gentleman from an unfamiliar path. However, having witnessed Tan Shuchang’s ruthless strike, no matter how much you pretend, it can’t change my impression of you," Zhang Yuan said, his expression somewhat mocking.
It was as if he were watching a clown perform, the scorn clear in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Tan Shuchang did not retort nor did he feign elegance, but instead, he directly slashed down with a streak of Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi.
This sudden attack also took Zhang Yuan by surprise.
But this Cultivator, who had more than twenty years of practice, instantly reacted.
"Tan Shuchang, you truly are despicable!" With a wave of his hand, he too slashed out with a streak of Sword Qi, and Zhang Yuan snorted coldly, but his complexion changed drastically the moment he snorted.
For his Sword Qi not only failed to stop that streak of Bloody Sword Qi, but it shattered immediately upon nearing it.
Such instantaneous disintegration of Sword Qi often indicated a vast disparity in cultivation between the two!
Fortunately, Zhang Yuan still had the advantage of a Magic Artifact.
"Sword, rise!"
Zhang Yuan shouted, and instantly a sword cry approached from afar.
A streak of Sword Qi, like a rainbow, slashed directly over a distance of several miles from another mountain peak.
Bang!
With this premium flying sword, a spirit-attuned Magic Artifact, blocking, Tan Shuchang’s Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi was stopped in its tracks and scattered with the wind.
"A fine sword indeed," Tan Shuchang couldn’t help but praise.
How fierce his Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi was, Tan Shuchang was undoubtedly the most aware. Not only did it embody the deadly rules of malevolent spirits, but also the domain power of their malevolence.
But a fine sword does not mean that Zhang Yuan is commendable.
Tan Shuchang gripped a few strands of mountain wind and casually tugged, instantly turning the strands into ribbons that entangled Zhang Yuan’s flying sword, and with a pull, flung it far away.
Even though the staff had shattered, Tan Shuchang had disappeared without a trace, not shattered by the Magic Artifact but had already fled unseen.
This made the old ancestor Cultivator who had made the move look quite displeased.
"Uncle-Master, this..." At this time Long Zhangyuan also regained his composure, he hadn’t expected his first attempt at resolving enmity to end so anticlimactically.
For a time, Long Zhangyuan’s expression was unsettled.
He was grateful to the other party for saving him, but such an action made him appear incapable, did it not?
Besides causing trouble, was he good for nothing else?
However, seeing Long Zhangyuan’s change in expression, the old ancestor from Desolate Sword Mountain took it as a sign of Long Zhang Yuan’s sincere heart. Thus, he consoled with his own experience, "Zhang Yuan, although this was your battle of karma with Tan Shuchang, there’s no rule or integrity necessary toward such demonic exterminators!
You are the Son of the Heavenly Mandate, incomparably noble; you cannot afford any mistakes!"
"Yes, thank you for the guidance, Uncle-Master!" Long Zhangyuan quickly bowed in gratitude.
"Uncle-Master Xu isn’t wrong; we righteous Cultivators, in dealing with such demonic exterminators, need not discourse on rules or integrity. Even if we overpower the weak, we are acting on behalf of heaven, contributing our modest effort to the righteous path of the world." Another voice chimed in, naturally belonging to a few other old ancestors from Desolate Sword Mountain.
"Zhang Yuan, I noticed your actions earlier; your understanding of the Sword Dao is almost there, but when it comes to combat against others, you still lack quite a bit. At our younger days when wandering the world, we unexpectedly discovered a secret realm that was once the cultivating ground of a whimsically natured senior. This senior after departing, even left behind a special Sword manual.
We’ll send you there later, how does that sound?"
One of the old ancestors from Desolate Sword Mountain spoke, intending to compensate for Long Zhangyuan’s shortcomings and naturally to divert the son of fate’s attention.
Though their words seemed noble, in reality, they could not withstand careful scrutiny.
But this was not a big issue.
In their view, the currently young Son of the Heavenly Mandate, not yet aware of many principles, would eventually appreciate their painstaking efforts as he aged.
"Thank you very much, Uncle-Masters, for cultivating me!" Long Zhangyuan expressed joyfully, yet he couldn’t help thinking—it seems that the cultivators of Desolate Sword Mountain are not as righteous and magnificent as I had imagined; they are still merely mortal flesh and blood.
If one day I ascend to the position of the Utmost Supreme, the first thing to do is to beware of these Desolate Sword Mountain cultivators.
At this moment, seeing how Long Zhangyuan reacted, these old ancestors from Desolate Sword Mountain were preparing to notify Zhao Huaiji to set up the secret realm.