Chapter 134: Sword Cultivator “It’s, it’s the Nightmare Stone… The Nightmare Stone is gone!”…
The rainproof barrier above their heads made a crackling sound as the water hit them, and then flowed down along the barrier. No matter how strong the wind and rain were outside, the ground of the martial arts training ground was dry and not a drop of water got on it.
"I have. But the elder doesn't know..." The disciple wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered in his defense, "When Yun Xianzun teaches, his aura seems to freeze three feet of ice. The disciples are so busy shivering that they can't even concentrate on listening to him."
"That's nonsense." Elder Huang snorted.
The disciple's face was filled with worry. "The Lotus Mist Sect is facing internal and external troubles. Although we and the other disciples weren't present, we've heard about it. They say Master Xie... Xie Wuyang injured the Sect Leader. Is that true?"
Elder Huang glanced at him and said, "This kind of thing is not something you young disciples should ask."
"What about Immortal Master Yun? Now everyone says that Immortal Master betrayed the Immortal Sect for Xie Wuyang, but I always feel that Immortal Master is not that kind of person."
Elder Huang: "The Immortal Venerable..."
"The Immortal Master is certainly not such a person." A voice came in and interrupted the conversation between the two people.
The disciple turned around and saw the person coming. He was startled and quickly bowed, "Senior Brother Xu."
Xu Pingsheng was dressed in black, with his ponytail tied high. He stood behind his disciple at some point, looking at the sword in his disciple's hand, revealing a bit of nostalgia.
After the wax apple competition, Xu Pingsheng reappeared in Cangqiong Mountain several days later.
In the impression of all the disciples, their eldest brother practices diligently, is obsessed with swordsmanship, treats people gently and politely, and is truly a man of extraordinary talent.
After returning, he seemed to have aged a few years. He no longer delved into swordsmanship, but started studying talismans again, making people almost forget that he was originally a talisman practitioner.
Looking at Xu Pingsheng's face, the disciple remembered that he had mentioned Yun Xianzun earlier. Their eldest senior brother had always loved following Yun Wanzhou around since he was a child. Aside from his master, Sect Leader Wu, he was probably the closest person to Yun Xianzun in the entire Cangqiong Mountain.
Now that Xie Wuyang's identity as a demon has been discovered, Yun Wanzhou insists on taking him out of the sect regardless of his identity. The one who is most sad is probably the eldest senior brother, right?
Is this the reason why he stopped practicing sword skills?
Thinking of this, the disciple's lips moved, and he was about to say something comforting when Xu Pingsheng suddenly reached out and held the sword in his hand.
His fingertips brushed the edge of the sword and he lifted it gently. "When holding the sword, your wrist must be steady, and the sword must be drawn quickly."
The disciple swallowed his words and nodded. His curiosity grew, and when Xu Pingsheng turned to teach another disciple, he lost interest in his swordplay and peered at his back.
Finally, when Xu Pingsheng walked towards the last disciple, he found him.
"Do you have any questions?" Xu Pingsheng frowned.
The disciple spoke carefully, "Brother just mentioned Immortal Yun..."
Xu Pingsheng's brows relaxed.
They came to the edge of the barrier, sat on the stone steps, and looked at the distant rain.
"I remember when I first met Immortal Yun, I was only this little bit taller," Xu Pingsheng raised his hand and measured, reaching roughly to the base of his thigh. "At that time, I followed my master to learn to draw talismans. But I've never liked writing since I was a child. I didn't even know how to hold a pen. As the head of the sect, my master was always busy. Even if he used all his weekdays to teach me, it would only take an hour a day at most. I was so young, how could I learn? Gradually, I didn't want to learn anymore."
"What happened next?" the disciple asked.
Xu Pingsheng continued, "Later, I heard from other brothers that Immortal Yun from Cangqiong Mountain had returned. Although I'd often heard Master mention him, I'd never seen his true appearance, so I couldn't help but be curious."
"Did Senior Brother secretly go to see the Immortal Venerable?"
Xu Pingsheng shook his head. "No. But the Immortal Venerable came to see me."
It was the second afternoon after Yun Xianzun returned to the mountain. Xiao Xu Pingsheng was just like usual, stumbling and drawing the new talisman that Wu Hanfeng had taught him today.
The pen in his hand moved across the paper, but his mind had already flown far away, thinking about his uncle whom he had never met.
Although Wu Hanfeng often mentioned this junior fellow apprentice to him, he didn't actually describe him much. He mostly just saw Xu Pingsheng drawing talismans. As Wu Hanfeng was explaining things, he suddenly said, "This talisman was drawn beautifully by your Uncle Yun. Let him teach you when he comes back."
Xu Pingsheng would ask, "When will my uncle come back?"
Wu Hanfeng said he didn't know either.
Yun Wanzhou has been running down the mountain frequently in recent years. He goes out frequently but his return date is uncertain. Now he should go there to slay demons and monsters and save the people there from disasters.
Xu Pingsheng asked again: "What kind of person is your uncle?"
Wu Hanfeng returned the question, "You'll know when he comes back."
The wild flowers outside were in full bloom, and a gentle breeze blew by, filling the air with fragrance. As it passed through the hall, it made the beaded curtains flutter.
Xu Pingsheng's hands and legs were sore from painting. When he looked up again, he found that a man had been standing outside the bead curtain.
The man was born with a tall and straight figure, a fairy-like appearance, eyes like the bright moon, and lips as thin as the peak of a mountain. He was extremely handsome.
Xu Pingsheng was lost in thought for a moment until Yun Wanzhou sat down beside him and adjusted his pen-holding posture. "Didn't Senior Brother teach you how to hold a pen?"
Xu Pingsheng said ashamedly: "I taught you. But I didn't understand."
"What else did he teach you?"
Although Xu Pingsheng was not good at painting, he took Wu Hanfeng's words seriously and spoke eloquently about many things about his master.
When he finished speaking and turned around, he found Yun Wanzhou was holding his head in a daze, as if he was lost in memories.
Xu Pingsheng didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked curiously, "Are you the Uncle Yun my master mentioned?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded.
"Are you also a talisman practitioner like Master?"
"No." Yun Wanzhou lowered his head. Xu Pingsheng followed his gaze and only then saw the sword on Yun Wanzhou's waist. "I am a sword cultivator."
Sword cultivator.
This word is not unfamiliar to Xu Pingsheng.
Although there is only one sword-cultivating elder, Yun Wanzhou, in Cangqiong Mountain, there are many sword-cultivating disciples.
Xu Pingsheng had seen them practicing swords before, but he had no interest in them.
But Yun Wanzhou's sword seemed different. This one was bright and clear like jade, and it seemed to be alive.
Xu Pingsheng's heart was moved. "What is the name of this sword, Uncle Master?"
"Broken snow." Yun Wanzhou said calmly.
"Broken snow..." Xu Pingsheng muttered.
Peach blossoms fell on Cangqiong Mountain, and the breeze blew gently, filling the room with the fragrance of flowers, and also stirring Xu Pingsheng's restless heart.
Later, a demon sneaked into Cangkong Mountain and tried to harm the disciples, but was killed by Yun Wanzhou's sword.
The sword was stained with blood, and the blood fell into the mud.
This is inconsistent with Yun Wanzhou's usual image, but it seems to be the case.
That was the first time Xu Pingsheng understood that a bloodstained sword didn't necessarily mean sin. That murderous aura could sometimes save lives.
Later, Xu Pingsheng resolutely gave up the way of talismans and practiced the way of swordsmanship, using the way of swordsmanship to supplement the way of talismans, and he actually created a world of his own.
When Wu Hanfeng found out, he turned a blind eye.
"Although my uncle has a cold personality and doesn't get close to others, he's actually softer than anyone else. My master isn't good at swordsmanship, but every time I go to him for advice, he always explains things to me, which reassures me."
Xu Pingsheng's voice was filled with a rare firmness. "Both publicly and privately, I don't think the Immortal Venerable would betray the Immortal Sect and collude with demons."
"So that's how it is." The disciple next to him nodded, "I also think the Immortal Venerable is not that kind of person. It would be great if he could show up and explain it."
"He..." Xu Pingsheng's lips moved, and just as he was about to speak, the barrier above his head shook, and his spiritual power dissipated. Heavy rain suddenly fell, soaking the sword-practicing disciples through and through.
Xu Pingsheng became alert and immediately had a bad premonition.
A disciple came over on his sword in a hurry, saying urgently, "Senior Brother Xu, Elder Huang, something terrible has happened!"
Lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating Xu Pingsheng's instantly pale face.
Since returning from Lianwu, Wu Hanfeng has been seriously injured and has been in seclusion to recuperate. There has been no news from him for many days.
Although Xu Pingsheng was anxious, he was also afraid that he would disturb Wu Hanfeng's practice by intruding innocently, and he was worried for many days.
As if confirming the strange feeling in his heart, Xu Pingsheng's voice was tinged with an almost undetectable tremor, "But what happened to Master?"
“No, no…”
Xu Pingsheng's clenched heart relaxed, but his throat instantly rose to his chest because of his disciple's next words.
"It's, it's the Nightmare Stone... The Nightmare Stone is gone!"
When Xu Pingsheng arrived at the forbidden area, it was in chaos.
Those sealed ancient books were scattered all over the ground, some with damaged pages, some with the whole book reduced to ashes, and the remaining ones were only remnants that could be blown away by the slightest wind.
Wu Hanfeng had just come out of seclusion, and his hands were shaking when he saw this scene. If Xu Pingsheng hadn't supported him, he would have lost his composure and fallen to the ground.
The Nightmare Stone was stolen, and the hard work of the ancestors of Cangqiong Mountain was destroyed today.
This is indeed a big blow to the current leader.
Xu Pingsheng adjusted his mindset on the way here and was still able to think about his current situation. "Have you found out what's going on?"
The disciple said, "I was on duty nearby tonight when I suddenly felt something moving in the attic. When I rushed here, the nightmare stone vanished right before my eyes."
Xu Pingsheng asked, "What kind of unusual movement is this?"
The disciple frowned in thought, "I can't explain it. It's like... it's like something is sucking my spiritual energy."
"Absorbing spiritual energy?"
Among the immortal sects, there had never been a technique that could absorb spiritual energy, let alone absorb the abilities of a living person.
Xu Pingsheng's face showed shock, and he subconsciously thought that someone was practicing evil magic to steal the Nightmare Stone.
At this moment, Wu Hanfeng regained his composure and anticipated Xu Pingsheng's suspicions. "It's not a sorcery."
Xu Pingsheng was stunned. "If it's not witchcraft, then what is it?"
"It's the Nightmare Stone." Wu Hanfeng's voice sounded much older.
He was forced out of seclusion before his injuries had healed. Now, he was under attack after attack, which ultimately damaged his foundation. Despite his shock, he still had to fulfill his responsibilities as the head of the sect and take charge of the overall situation. "The forbidden area of Cangqiong Mountain is protected by a barrier, making it difficult to break through from the outside, let alone quietly deploy a spell to absorb spiritual energy within the barrier. Unless..."
"The one who absorbs spiritual energy is not a human at all."
All those present were elders and inner disciples of Cangqiong Mountain, who were tasked with protecting the Nightmare Stone.
But even though they have more exposure to the Nightmare Stone than ordinary people, they still know nothing about its power.
Everyone was shocked when they heard what Wu Hanfeng said.
"I only knew that the Nightmare Stone was powerful and could bewitch people, but I never thought it could be so insidious."
Xu Pingsheng asked, "The Nightmare Stone has been stolen. Master, do you have any solution?"
"Ever since the passing of Immortal Venerable Qiongrao, the Nightmare Stone has been protected by Immortal Venerable Yun. Now, I'm afraid he's the only one who can figure out the reason."
"But the Immortal Venerable is not..."
"He's been wronged and wronged, and I'm afraid he doesn't want to see me now." Wu Hanfeng sighed and turned to look at Xu Pingsheng, "Pingsheng, are you willing to go to the Demon Realm and bring him back?"
Xu Pingsheng said, "Master, rest assured. I will definitely fulfill my mission and bring back Immortal Yun."
"Okay." Wu Hanfeng raised his hand and patted Xu Pingsheng's shoulder, sighing, "I've been busy with my work, and I've treated you badly since you were little. You're close to Yun Xianzun, and if anything happens to him, you won't feel good either. The road ahead is uncertain when you go to the Demon Realm, so be careful."
Xu Pingsheng's lips moved, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the white hair that had grown on Wu Hanfeng's temples. His eyes moved, but in the end he said nothing.
"Disciple obeys the order."
…
In the demon world, the black fog above is thicker than ever before, and it is so vast that it exudes an invisible heaviness and depression.
Yun Wanzhou waited and waited in the house until the middle of the night. Half of the lights in the demon world went out, but there was no sign of Xie Wuyang.
For some reason outside the house, there were deafening sounds of gongs and drums, singing and dancing, and the sound of laughter and chatter, as if they were celebrating something.
I could vaguely hear someone saying words like "return to the world", "Demon Lord", "Immortal Gate", etc.
Yun Wanzhou didn't hear it clearly, but he didn't feel at ease in his heart, and inexplicably had a bad premonition.
Just before the candle in the room burned out, Yun Wanzhou finally stopped fidgeting and pushed the door open.
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