Chapter 21 Snow Soul
Xuanwu Mountain.
At the top of East Peak, there is Lianjianping.
This is where the disciples of Taiyi Sect practice sword skills. In the past, at this time of year, there should be constant shouting and the sound of swords flashing like water.
But at this time, more than thirty disciples gathered under the highest sword-enlightenment stone on the sword-training platform, staring at a rusty sword stuck in the stone.
The sword was more than halfway sunken into the stone and was covered in rust, which was not surprising.
But just now, a piece of rust on the sword inexplicably fell off, revealing the icy blue blade inside, and the air was filled with chill!
Everyone was then surprised to realize that after hundreds of years of wind and rain, the rusted sword was not damaged at all!
"It's incredible. How many years has this sword been stuck here?" a disciple asked in surprise.
"The sect's records state that this sword was created when our founder mastered a unique sword move on the day he passed away. He deliberately cut a sword mark on it and then inserted it into the stone. It must have been at least three or four hundred years ago."
"It's been that long? The rust must be hundreds of years old. I always thought it was just scrap metal, but I didn't expect the rust to fall off."
"I heard that spiritual weapons all have spirituality. Could it be the 'spiritual objects conceal themselves' in the storybooks?"
"It's possible! Did it sense its new owner? Come on, come on, someone go up and try to see if they can pull it out."
"Stop embarrassing yourself. How long have we been practicing sword fighting here? If we could pull it out, we would have done it a long time ago..."
Everyone was talking at once, and suddenly someone shouted, "Master is here!"
The disciples dispersed hurriedly.
A stern-looking middle-aged man approached, dressed in black and with a stern aura. It was Pei Yangchun, the head of Taiyi Sect. Behind him followed the eldest disciple Xia Zheng.
"Faced with a powerful enemy, we should not make progress..."
Pei Yangchun glanced at the disciples coldly and shouted, "Why don't you go back and practice sword fighting!"
"yes……"
All the disciples, like eggplants hit by frost, dejectedly returned to the sword-training field to practice their sword skills.
Although the Taiyi Sect's unique skill "Xuan Yin Sword Technique" is only at the upper seventh grade, it is quite powerful when combined with the sect's sixth grade internal skill "Jie Han Jing".
The disciples practiced very well.
Pei Yangchun then withdrew his gaze and looked at the Sword Enlightenment Stone and the rusty sword, with surprise in his eyes as well.
"Master, this sword is..."
Xia Zheng was also very curious. Since there was a precious sword hidden in the rusty sword, why had his master never allowed anyone to pull it out in all these years?
"This sword is called [Snow Soul], it is ranked in the middle of the fifth rank, and is extremely spiritual."
Pei Yangchun's eyes flashed with reminiscence, and he said with emotion: "... Three hundred years ago, our ancestor Li Mingyuan once swept across both sides of the Yellow River with it. It is the most suitable magic weapon for our sect's "Xuan Yin Sword Technique"! The ultimate move of "Xuan Yin Sword" [Painting Water and Carving Ice] was created based on this sword..."
"I see."
Xia Zheng suddenly realized: "No wonder I always felt that move was weird and lacked power. It turns out that it's not our problem, it's the sword's problem!"
“…”
Pei Yangchun squinted at him and sneered, "Xue Po can only be the icing on the cake. If it's not powerful enough, it means you haven't understood it enough! How dare you talk nonsense!"
"cough!"
Xia Zheng was embarrassed and quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake: "I was wrong, Master..."
"Two more hours of practice in the evening class."
"yes……"
Xia Zheng's face turned bitter.
"This sword is made of Kunlun's ten-thousand-year-old cold iron. It has a very special nature. It contains unparalleled Yin energy. When it comes out, frost will cover the ground and the north wind will blow. When paired with the Xuanyin Sword, it is extremely powerful! It's a pity..."
Pei Yangchun shook his head and sighed: "...It's a pity that the master was a genius, but the younger generation was mediocre. Even if they had a magic weapon in hand, no one could control it! If they held it by force, they would be injured by the Yin Qi in the sword..."
"ah?"
Xia Zheng opened his mouth in shock.
"The founder had no choice but to carve his swordsmanship insights into the sword enlightenment stone and seal the sword inside it, hoping that a talented person from the future generation would be able to reproduce the Taiyi Sect's unique skills, but..."
Pei Yangchun looked up at the sky and sighed again: "It has been three hundred years, and my descendants are so unfilial! Not only can they not comprehend the unique skills and pull out the [Snow Soul], even the original sixth-grade spiritual swordsmanship has been greatly reduced in power due to the incomplete inheritance. Now, they have fallen into a situation where they are bullied by evil monsters..."
Thinking of this, Pei Yangchun felt mixed emotions and felt deeply ashamed of his ancestors, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist.
Xia Zheng felt even worse when he saw his master was sad. He whispered, "It's my fault that I am so stupid. I am sorry for your cultivation..."
"No."
Pei Yangchun smiled bitterly and patted his shoulder: "It has nothing to do with you. Taiyi Sect has fallen to this point because of the incompetence of the master. Now that the magic weapon has shown its edge again, I just hope it is a blessing rather than a disaster..."
There are too many murders and treasure grabbing in the world.
The sword is a deadly weapon.
[Xue Po] has been dormant for hundreds of years. Although it cannot be used by Taiyi disciples, it is protected from covetousness because the sword is sealed, and the two can live in peace.
Now that he has reappeared, it may be that he has finally waited for the right person, or it may be that he can no longer suppress his killing urge and wants to use blood to nourish his sword...
If it is the latter, then the person it chooses is likely to be a vicious and cruel person, which will be like adding insult to injury for the current situation of Taiyi Sect.
"Master! Master!"
Suddenly, two loud shouts interrupted the master and disciple's thoughts. They turned around and saw a disciple running up to them in a hurry: "Xuangui Cave...Xuangui Cave has an accident!"
Pei Yangchun's expression changed slightly: "What's the matter!"
The disciple said in panic, "There are snakes! Lots of snakes! Those people from the Ten Thousand Snake Cave are herding snakes again, and this time they're rushing into the cave!"
“Damn it!”
Pei Yangchun cursed inwardly, then used his lightness skills to fly down the mountain, with Xia Zheng following closely behind him.
The Black Turtle Cave is located on the hillside of the East Peak, just opposite to the Panshe Cave on the West Peak. The "Xuanwu" in Xuanwu Mountain comes from these two caves.
Pei Yangchun took Xia Zheng down the mountain quickly. Before they reached the destination, they heard the faint sound of a flute.
Sharp and harsh!
They had heard this voice countless times in the past two months. Pei Yangchun gnashed his teeth in hatred, but could do nothing about it.
When they arrived, they saw thousands of colorful poisonous snakes rushing up from the foot of the mountain, surrounding the cave entrance and rushing into the cave one after another.
The more urgent the flute sounds, the more fierce the poisonous snake's attack!
More than a dozen disciples scattered realgar and poured tung oil on the snake, but they still couldn't stop it from rushing forward desperately. They retreated in fear.
The cave entrance had become a sea of fire.
The smell of medicine, burning, blood...
Pei Yangchun was furious and drew his sword in mid-air.
The frosty sword energy was swung, and the ground instantly turned icy cold. Hundreds of poisonous snakes were split in two, and hundreds more were frozen in place.
The offensive subsided and the sound of the flute paused.
"Hahaha!"
In the woods, there was a wild laughter floating in the air: "The reputation of the "Xuan Yin Sword" is well-deserved, but it's a pity that it can't be supported alone. You lead this group of little rubbish and want to stop us. It's wishful thinking! Unless you stay here for twelve hours without sleep, otherwise, hehehe, Xuangui Cave will be occupied by Yang sooner or later..."
The flute sounded again.
The snake tide that had just been coming in droves quickly retreated, as disciplined as soldiers on a killing field, leaving behind only a mess.
Pei Yangchun has gotten used to it .
Such attacks and ridicules have been said several times in the past two months since Yang Wanli from the Ten Thousand Snake Cave returned from teaching the Five Poisons.
Although he was exhausted, as the leader of a sect, he had to hold on. Otherwise, once the helmsman fell, the Taiyi Sect would fall apart.
"Is anyone injured?" Pei Yangchun turned around and asked.
The disciples shook their heads, looking frustrated.
Pei Yangchun knew what they were thinking, but he had no intention of comforting them.
Yang Wanli's snakes are more than just ordinary ones. Judging from the time, the giant snake will soon come out of the cave...
Pei Yangchun was anxious: "Why hasn't he come yet?"
Just when I thought of this, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a flash of lightning coming at me on the mountain path. It moved forward and backward, and in just a few breaths it had gone up the mountain three or four hundred meters!
"'Lightning Walk'?"
Pei Yangchun was well-informed, and seeing such a speed, he couldn't help but be deeply shocked: "Seventh-grade unique skills can have such power, even the leader of the Thief Sect can't do it!"
Just as he was about to give the order to be on guard, he saw the man show up, and Pei Yangchun saw at a glance the flying fish suit faintly visible under his dark cloak.
"finally reached."
Pei Yangchun felt relieved and smiled for the first time in two months. He told his disciples, "Ask the kitchen staff to prepare a banquet to entertain the distinguished guests from the capital!"
