BXBX NOVEL Chapter 81
The Sword Monarch frowned, unable to understand the mystical essence, his own realm inadequate.
However.
Little time was given for thought. In an instant, he saw the vitality of the Azure Dragon sword qi transforming into a dreadful death intent. Its sharpness rivaled, if not surpassed, the prior Suzaku sword qi, though less explosive.
This transformation was Ning Changge’s recent insight, gained from observing the Heaven-Man Tomb’s cycle of life and death.
Wood symbolizes life. The Azure Dragon sword qi can be both a sword of salvation and destruction, where vitality can evolve into death intent.
Boom!!
The same devastating force shattered Sword Eight into fragments. The sword intent was completely overpowered.
Spurt!
The Sword Monarch coughed up three mouthfuls of blood.
His once upright posture was bent by the pressure as he vomited blood, staining his robes. Despite this, he forced himself upright, eyes still blazing with fighting spirit.
Seeing Qing Yuan Sword revert to a green light and disappear, he bowed again:
“Thank you, Young True Immortal, for granting the second sword!”
His voice was filled with gratitude and intense fervor.
Everyone remained silent, eyes complicated, filled with respect.
Looking at the battered old swordsman, none showed ridicule—he was a respectable peerless swordsman.
Facing an opponent far superior, yet still brimming with fighting spirit was a rare quality.
Small wonder he dared challenge Wang Xianzhi in Martial Imperial City.
The Sword Monarch used his sword box to support himself, forcing his back upright. It felt as if an old sword on the verge of breaking had once again started humming!
Countless insights arose in his eyes.
Of the nine famous swords, eight were now destroyed.
Only one remained, the first one from his early sword-learning days, gifted by his master Sui Xiagu.
He gently caressed the sword box.
The box shattered, revealing an ancient sword. As he held it, his sword intent grew incredibly pure.
With all other famous swords destroyed, leaving only the one accompanying him, everything became clear.
The purity of learning and practicing the sword.
Scenes of training with his master and senior brother surfaced, making him realize how he had lost this purity over time.
Now, having cleansed himself, the essence was pure gold.
He smiled, a carefree and hearty laugh.
Although hoarse, it was immensely gratifying.
He realized.
He had been mistaken all along. How could he enter the Sword Immortal realm with nine swords?
Only by consolidating nine into one could he tread his path of the sword.
“Alas, this old man realized it too late.”
To correct a misguided path requires time, not merely the pressure of life and death, which he clearly lacked.
He glanced towards the Sutra Pavilion, feeling a mix of gratitude and regret, which transformed into resolve.
This was an existence no weaker than Wang Xianzhi. He sensed the same helplessness as when facing Wang Xianzhi, now from Ning Changge.
Since he couldn’t enter the Land Sword Immortal realm, he wanted Ning Changge to witness his strongest sword strike!
The Sword Monarch held his ancient sword, gathering his sword intent, which then vanished entirely, being fully restrained.
He whispered, as if singing with his sword:
“Sword Nine, named Six Thousand Miles!”
“This old man’s strongest sword, forged from a six-thousand-mile journey from Beiliang to Tianzhu Peak!”
“Though I cannot reach the Land Sword Immortal realm, I wish to use this sword to see the Young True Immortal!”
The Sword Monarch laughed.
His sword intent reemerged, no longer sharp but plain. Onlookers seemed to see an old man braving six thousand miles for a deep obsession. Seeing him ready for death, everyone bowed silently.
This old swordsman deserved everyone’s respect.
Some benefactors of the Sword Monarch couldn’t hold back their tears, yet swallowed their words of dissuasion. This was his decision, beyond interference.
Within the Sutra Pavilion.
Ning Changge showed a hint of admiration, his tone no longer as indifferent:
“The sword is named Jin Feng; it harbors Geng Metal White Tiger sword qi, symbolizing slaughter!”
As his words fell, a golden ray shot from the Sutra Pavilion, forming a golden spiritual sword. Everyone was shocked—this sword’s aura, just from a distance, felt exceptionally sharp, causing goosebumps all over.
Sensing the extreme killing intent, the Sword Monarch laughed heartily:
“Seeing the Young True Immortal’s three swords, I can die without regret!”
He laughed and stabbed forward, his Sword Nine seemingly plain and weak, like an old man’s stick.
The Jin Feng sword buzzed, a golden sword light flashed.
The Sword Monarch froze.
He seemed to see a white tiger emerge from the golden light, shattering his strongest sword, Six Thousand Miles, and reducing his ancient blade to fragments.
He smiled bitterly.
His proudest sword, Six Thousand Miles, in the end, proved futile before the Young True Immortal, revealing his helplessness.
At that moment, he thought perhaps he should challenge Martial Imperial City directly. Ning Changge seemed even more fearsome than Wang Xianzhi.
In his daze, he felt his life slipping away. As he looked towards the Sutra Pavilion, he found Porter^woven pretty into Dman open.
He saw a splendid young Daoist seated leisurely, smiling. When their gazes met, the Daoist boy nodded slightly to him.
Turning back towards the Sutra Pavilion, there was only the calm black wooden door.
“Seeing the Young True Immortal before death, I can die without regret!”
Ning Changge’s three swords left him in awe. Dying by such a figure’s hand was an honor.
He laughed and exclaimed:
“Thank you, Young True Immortal, for granting the third sword!!”
Closing his eyes, all his vitality dissipated, the White Tiger Geng Metal sword qi enough to extinguish all life.
Even in death, he stood straight, unwilling to fall—such was the pride of a peerless swordsman.
A sorrowful wail arose.
An admirer of the Sword Monarch couldn’t hold back tears.
The world had lost another peerless swordsman.
Many were in awe of Ning Changge.
The Sword Monarch was an unmatched Heaven-Man swordmaster.
His final strike, Six Thousand Miles, nearly reached the Land Sword Immortal realm, comparable to the Buddha’s presence.
Yet such a master was still no match for Ning Changge. He didn’t even need to face him, merely commanding three spiritual swords.
Zhang Lingyu was shaken.
Unconsciously, he began comparing Ning Changge to his master, and this realization startled him even more.
His master was a renowned Land God Immortal, a figure of immense legend.
Yet now, he instinctively equated the nine-year-old Ning Changge with his master.
This realization profoundly impacted Zhang Lingyu.
Having only heard of Ning Changge’s thunderous fire refining the Buddha, he now realized Ning Changge’s terrifying prowess in swordsmanship as well.
“A true reincarnated celestial!”
“Song Daoyou, I truly envy Wudang!”
Zhang Lingyu exclaimed, his face filled with admiration.
Song Yuanqiao and others beamed with joy, relishing the praise.
Having such an extraordinary junior brother in Wudang was indeed great fortune. Privately, they felt their master was incredibly fortunate to have found him at the foot of Mount Hua!
Of course, they would never dare say this in front of Zhang Sanfeng.
They weren’t surprised by the Sword Monarch’s fall, as it was expected. Their junior brother had no peer below the Land God Immortal realm, but they marveled at Ning Changge’s expanding abilities.
Martial artists respectfully gazed at the Sutra Pavilion.
A green spiritual light emerged from within, lifting the Sword Monarch’s body into the Heaven-Man Tomb.
The eastern ancient tree swayed, accepting his body, fulfilling his wish to be buried there.
A line of text emerged.
Tomb of the Sword Monarch!
Below detailed his life’s deeds.
Vibrant green leaves shimmered, emitting a mystical aura, subtly embedding the Sword Monarch’s nine sword intents.
The Heaven-Man Tomb now housed the fourth peerless Heaven-Man who died by Ning Changge’s hand.
Mourners paid their respects in the direction, their only possible gesture.
Many viewed the Heaven-Man Tomb with reverence.
Being interred there was, in a way, an honor.
Within the Sutra Pavilion.
Ning Changge sensed the Sword Monarch’s burial and felt a slight regret.
He had hoped the Sword Monarch could attain the Land Sword Immortal realm through this ordeal, from which he could gain further insights.
The sword intent of a peerless Heaven-Man would aid him, but not as much as that of a Land Sword Immortal.
However, the Sword Monarch ultimately failed.
Ning Changge shook his head, dismissing the regret.
As he prepared to consolidate insights from the bout, his eyes flashed with surprise.
Looking toward the Heaven-Man Tomb, he noticed a strange transformation occurring.