Because of her amnesia, Chu Xinqiao was very kind to Xinyu after she learned that Xinyu was her apprentice. As soon as the three of them arrived, Chu Xinqiao couldn't help but squat down and hug Xinyu tightly.
This caused Diefang and Wenxin to pout as they looked at Haotian, and in the end, he had no choice but to squat down and give them a big hug.
It was already nearly afternoon, and given that Jianfeng was being heavily suppressed by Wenxin, it seemed they could finish the match sooner.
Therefore, Haotian led everyone to Sword Peak...
At this moment, the Sword Peak Master had just received the ultimate mockery from the Thousand Thunder Peak Master: You old codger are doomed. The True Immortal disciples will be coming to your peak soon. It's finally your turn to suffer, hahaha.
If the Sword Peak Master hadn't already sensed that Diefang and the others had suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain, he would have definitely flown to Thousand Thunder Peak to have a proper discussion with this old geezer!
Of course, most of those within Sword Peak were Wenxin's suitors, meaning most were members of Wenxin's faction.
The moment the three appeared, they immediately attracted the attention of the disciples at the foot of the mountain who were about to return to their peak.
Seeing that flowing gray hair, so dashing, and like a peerless divine sword, so sharp that one couldn't help but squint.
"Holy crap! Sword Daddy! My Sword Daddy's here!"
"Hey, hey, let me see my dad! You brat, lower your head, don't block my view!"
"Holy crap. Not only is Sword Master here, but the One Thought, Thousand Transformations True Monarch and the Holy Maiden are here too!"
The disciples exclaimed in surprise. Among the disciples of Sword Peak, not many underestimated Diefang and her two companions, because anyone who had seen Wenxin make a move knew one thing clearly: her sword intent far surpassed theirs.
Soon, the old master of Sword Peak appeared, wearing a worn-out Daoist robe, though it was impeccably washed. His hair was gray, but his eyes remained bright, radiating profound wisdom and insight, as if he could see through all obstacles to the essence of things. His face was covered with wrinkles, each one representing the years and battles he had endured.
His back was ramrod straight, his steps steady and light, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, yet he remained as steady as Mount Tai, unshakable. The marks of time were clearly visible on him, but his immortal sword was still incredibly sharp, and his eyes were still clear and deep, as if the passage of time had not had much of an effect on him.
When he walked, his steps were light and steady, as if he could float in the air without any external force. A powerful aura emanated from his body, making people hesitant to approach him.
Indeed, in terms of appearance, even Hanqin would have to admit defeat to this old man. As expected of someone who plays with swords, he seems much more amiable than the guy next door who plays with thunder.
"The three of you, please follow me."
He didn't say much, but stepped into the void and led the three of them to the arena of swords.
Along the way, the disciples of Jianfeng kept spreading the word: "Father Jian is here! Father Jian is here! Come and see!"
"What! Sword Father is here!?"
Why bother practicing on your own? Hurry up and go take a look. You might even be able to glean a move or two from your father's sword intent.
Of course, every peak has its stubborn people, and Sword Peak is no exception.
After the three of them went on stage, several Nascent Soul cultivators still challenged Wenxin by name.
Wenxin snored softly and squinted her cute big eyes.
"You, you, you, yes, and you too, all four of you come together."
Wenxin casually pointed to four people. Four mere Nascent Soul cultivators? Heh, in the art of swordsmanship, I am invincible.
Sword cultivators have always been an extremely dangerous profession, with high attack and low defense. If a sword cultivator faces another sword cultivator, and the swordsmanship is inferior, the sword cultivator will easily be suppressed to the death.
The four people being pointed at stood like four statues, looking at each other, their eyes meeting, as if they were having a silent conversation.
Finally, as if they had all agreed on something, they all stood on the fighting field...
The disciples below erupted in exclamations of surprise, with some even shouting, "Sword Father is awesome! Sword Father is invincible!"
Haotian and the others, as well as Diefang and the others, were all taken aback by Wenxin's title of "Sword Father".
If that disciple who called her "Sword Mother" hadn't been killed by Wenxin, she probably would have been calling her "Sword Mother" by now.
Wenxin is Wenxin, and she wouldn't know someone named Qi Jingchun.
Sword intent erupted from all four of them; one was as steady and heavy as Mount Tai, one as gentle as flowing water, one as ethereal as blank space, and one as fiery as lava.
The four of them can be considered disciples of the first tier of Sword Peak.
However, Wenxin smiled... If you were to compete in terms of Taoist magic and spiritual energy, it would be quite troublesome. But why do you insist on competing in terms of sword intent?
The combined power of the four sword intents was astonishing, leaving many disciples below the stage speechless with fear.
This is not a simple 1+1+1+1 relationship, but rather a multiplier improvement.
The four men raised their swords, pointing them at Wenxin.
Locked in place, Wenxin simply took out her frequently used sword from her spatial ring...
The sword was not drawn, but pointed at the four of them while still in its sheath.
The four of them felt a surge of anger. It's one thing for you, a Core Formation cultivator, to attack us, a Nascent Soul cultivator, but why don't you draw your sword?
Enraged, the four of them attacked together!
Seeing this, the Sword Peak Master simply shook his head. He already knew the outcome. Although the sword intent of these four was sharp and powerful, and most people couldn't withstand it, the opponents they were fighting were no ordinary people. They were top-tier prodigies in the art of swordsmanship...
Soon... with the four sword intents erupting from Wenxin's body... their sword momentum was directly suppressed.
An incredibly terrifying sword intent shot straight towards the four of them.
The four of them were dumbfounded the moment Wenxin's sword intent appeared.
It's like an ordinary person suddenly being given a group of... a feeling as if they could open up the world with a single thought.
That sword intent was so powerful, it made me the greatest in the world.
When the four of them came to their senses, four sword marks were left on the ground beside them...
They lost.
Wenxin: I can unleash hundreds of these sword intents.
The four men bowed and said, "Sword Father is indeed invincible in swordsmanship."
The four then stepped down from the stage, leaving Wenxin completely bewildered. Naturally, many disciples subsequently challenged them.
However, the disciples of Sword Peak discovered that... the three of them were invincible at the Dao Integration level.
However, there were no disciples who had attained the Dao on the peak anymore; those who had cultivated to the point of attaining the Dao had all left the peak and entered the world.
Absolutely invincible, I can only say it's absolutely invincible.
In the end, the Sword Peak Master offered up his own spirit stones, kindly coaxing the three away.
Afterwards, everyone returned to the small hill, and Diefang cooked dinner as usual.
However, the entire Lingyuan Palace became quite lively that night.
The legendary story of the three people is spreading rapidly within the Lingyuan Palace like a plague.
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