bestfiction Chapter 199 The Gift of Miss Bai
Chapter 199 The Gift of Miss Bai
Of course, it has never felt so warm and welcoming.
The old Taoist priest said that Bai's clone seemed to have an extraordinary surveillance function.
It should be noted that Bai's clone can unleash as much power as it has, while the old Taoist priest said that the farther he is from the Cat Mountain Taoist Temple, the weaker his power becomes. He was not afraid of Bai while hiding in the temple, but here, he might be cleaved in two by her clone with a single sword strike.
Um...
Follow your heart.
"Come, disciple, here is the new mother-and-child sword that Miss Bai gave you. The previous one was just a training sword for you to get used to the feel of it. Now that you have reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, it is time to change to this sword."
The old Taoist priest took out a long sword from his sleeve. This time, the scabbard was made of very fine wood, which was made of lightning-struck wood from a thousand-year-old cedar. If it were to be refined into a magic weapon, it would be at least a high-grade magic weapon.
The old Taoist priest solemnly handed the long sword to Zhong Ming, as if he were throwing away a hot potato.
Zhong Ming respectfully raised his hands above his head to receive the longsword. The moment he held it, the heavy feeling filled him with joy. He was very familiar with this feeling; it wasn't the weight of the sword itself, but the weight of the spiritual energy and the sword's aura.
"Pull it out and take a look."
"Ah, Master, is it really possible?"
"Of course." The old Taoist priest quietly took a few steps and stood at a key point. Unless someone shameless was planning to use a curved sword aura to blast him, the power of drawing the sword would not affect him at all.
The longsword was drawn, and the mother sword was still a snow-white longsword, narrower and sharper than the previous one. Silver patterns were engraved on the spine of the sword, almost blending into the snow-white blade. The sword light was so dazzling that the specific patterns could not be seen at all.
The moment it was unsheathed, the sword energy surged forth, and the massive amount of sword energy was astonishing, all of it blasting towards Zhong Ming.
The moment you touch him, he vanishes without a trace.
Zhong Ming rubbed his eyes, feeling a moment of disorientation, as if he had been flashed by a sword light.
It truly possesses the brilliance of stars and moon, and the quality of ice and jade; it is indeed a rare treasure in the world. One cannot help but exclaim, "What a fine sword!"
The old Taoist priest waved his sleeve to cover his mouth, suppressing a laugh, 'You said it yourself, you said it to Miss Bai's doppelganger, how shameless!'
The mother sword was already so powerful that Zhong Ming couldn't wait to draw the child sword. An extreme sense of fear arose, as if he had fallen into complete darkness. A deadly hunter had already set its sights on him, circling around him. It was so powerful that it didn't seem to be looking for a weakness, but rather it seemed to be looking for the most delicious part to bite into.
If the mother sword's brilliance made it difficult for him to look directly at it, the child sword made him feel as if he were staring into an abyss, his soul seemingly about to be swallowed up in an instant.
“Master, thank you so much, Miss Bai. She is simply…” Zhong Ming swallowed the word “Master’s wife” and changed his words, “She is like a third master.”
"Ahem, although I didn't teach you any swordsmanship, what you said isn't entirely wrong." The old Taoist stroked his beard, relaxed and at ease, and said softly, "Give me back the original sword."
"Okay, Master."
The old Taoist priest took the original longsword, his heart leaping with joy. 'This sword is good! This sword can't kill me, hehehe~~'
Zhong Ming bowed respectfully and asked, "Master, the mother sword still doesn't have a name engraved on it. Does this divine sword have a name?"
"Take whatever you want, follow your heart."
"Understood, Master." He hadn't thought of a suitable name yet, but perhaps reading more books would give him some inspiration.
The two talked about some recent events, especially the story of the two dragons running through the water. The old Taoist priest was so angry that he almost jumped up and down cursing. He angrily denounced the cultivators on both sides of the river for doing nothing, saying that instead of protecting the people within their sects and dynasties' territories, they were sacrificing the living beings on both sides of the river to the two beasts to improve their cultivation.
The suffering of the people along the coast is unbearable; who will bear the blame?
At that time, Maoshan Taoist Temple did its best to protect living beings and took in some people with affinity, but unfortunately none of them had any affinity with immortality. Otherwise, Zhong Ming might have taken in more junior brothers who were much older than him.
For example, the catfish spirit that followed the big orange cat... and swam wildly all the way to the Taoist temple with the fishing hook on the fishing rod before the incident.
After such a long time apart, Zhong Ming recounted his experiences one by one. The old Taoist listened quietly, occasionally offering a few comments. He didn't teach any extraordinary techniques, only pointing out shortcomings.
For example, this time we seem to have offended the Yan family. The mining mole was captured, leaving too many loopholes. We must be careful in the future.
.....
At this time, in a secret stronghold of the Yan family.
In the dark little room, Young Master Yan lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to move an inch.
On the only armchair in front sat a dark figure whose face was obscured. His voice was deep and powerful, extremely intimidating, like the sound of a wooden fish being struck by a vajra pestle against Young Master Yan's "wooden head".
Anyway, "Wooden Fish" probably doesn't like to listen to that.
"You mean, your operation failed, and the most reliable clue is this little mole?"
Young Master Yan knelt on the ground, trembling, and answered with a forced smile, "Yes, there are four more suspects and one person who is suspected of being missing."
"Wait here. Hmph, this loss will be attributed to your branch. You know how serious this is."
The powerful figure didn't waste any words. Now that things have come to this, let's get the job done first before we punish him. Otherwise, if I punish this kid to death now, who will find the raw materials for the Ten Thousand Soul Banner?
Young Master Yan mustered his courage and said, "Thank you for your help, senior. If there is an opportunity to repay you in the future, I will do my utmost, even at the cost of my life."
The dark figure ignored him and walked straight to the secret chamber at the back, leaving behind the words, "Wait."
The Yin-Yang School's method of deducing the secrets of heaven is extremely time-consuming and laborious. Each time they begin the deduction, they easily lose their sense of the passage of time. Fortunately, this time it was in a secret realm, without involving the complex lines of the larger world.
He set up the formation, selected the offerings, and took his positions. He channeled his abundant spiritual energy from his dantian, which flowed through his fingertips.
He muttered to himself, "The celestial stars never change, yin and yang alternate, the energies unite and return to the same source, wisdom precedes..."
Before he could finish reciting the words, a fierce sword aura, seemingly dormant for a long time, suddenly erupted and charged towards him like a thousand troops.
He only managed to utter "cunning villain!" before fainting.
At this moment, Young Master Yan was still kneeling outside, waiting.