Chapter 222 This sword was given by an old friend, and he was pretty tough. It was an unexpected gain.
"What?"
When hearing Jiang Lan's last words, Master Yuqing's pupils suddenly shook violently, and the slender hand holding the Taoist sword also trembled.
suspended animation?
Did the master just fake his death? Seeing Master Yuqing's reaction, Jiang Lan knew that she was very concerned about this matter.
In this case, he was not worried at all. He smiled calmly and said, "It seems that what I said was right. Jade Green Sword Immortal, you really can't forget your master."
"Because of a word from your master, you actually protected the Dao Cang Sword Sect for so many years, and even went against my Xiangguo Mansion for this."
"I have always been broad-minded and don't like to haggle over small matters. Today, you offended me, but I can forgive you and not bother with you, Jade Green Sword Immortal. All you need to do is throw the sword at your feet, then walk to me step by step and swear to follow me and serve me from now on."
"I can actually tell you everything you want to know."
"What do you know?"
True Man Yuqing stared at him intently, and the cold air around him condensed into wind and snow.
The sword energy in her eyes was even stronger, and it seemed as if her eyes had turned into sword light. If an ordinary person was stared at by her like this, his mind would probably be hurt by the sword energy.
However, Jiang Lan's expression remained calm. He glanced at Su Qinghan who was unconscious in Guanyun Pavilion and continued, "There is no secret in the world that I don't know. I can tell you whether you want to know or not."
"I can find out everything I want to know if I catch you."
True Man Yuqing gave a light shout, the cold air had reached its extreme, she turned her slender hand, and the sword in her hand instantly danced out an endless sword light, like mountains and seas, like layers of huge waves, covering the sky and covering the earth.
In just a moment, the sky and the earth were all covered with sword light, which was extremely sharp and piercing.
True Man Yuqing is worthy of being one of the three sword immortals of Daxia. His strength is far above that of Elder Xuechi on that day. This seemingly simple and casual sword strike was like wielding a sea of swords and a domain of swords.
The sword lights, one after another, were like wind and snow, like raging waves, and seemed to have merged into one with the world.
Jiang Lan stood in the midst of the snow, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his black hair blown up by the endless sword energy coming towards him. A bright and blazing light emerged in his eyes. At this moment, he was like a real immortal, otherworldly and detached from the world.
"It seems that you are still stubborn."
"In that case, I also have a sword, and I would like to try and see which one is sharper, compared to the sword in your hand, Jade Green Sword Immortal."
Buzz!!! With a soft sound, like a dragon's roar or a sword's cry, a long sword with a blazing sword light appeared in Jiang Lan's palm. Its surface was rusty and had some signs of corrosion, and it did not look sharp.
However, as he casually swung his sword, a thick and astonishing sword energy crossed the sky with a swish, just like a sword that flew from the sky to kill the immortal, and instantly broke the sea of swords of Master Yuqing.
Even the force of the blow did not slow down, and it hit her in the face.
This can no longer be described by sword energy, but rather a true thunder of the sword, which is thicker and more powerful than a mountain.
“This sword…”
True Person Yuqing's pupils trembled. She caught a hint of familiar aura from Jiang Lan's sword. She seemed to have read it in the sword manual left by her master.
She had no time to be shocked. Jiang Lan's understanding of the way of the sword had already exceeded her expectations. At this moment, she could only swing her sword again and attack.
At the same time, a hazy light fell behind her, and the power of heaven and earth was responding.
That was her sword form, with hazy divine light spreading out from it, like a sword platform with countless divine swords lying across it. The shadows of each divine sword were so sharp that they made one's skin ache. Some were blazing like the sun, some were red like fire, and some were cool like the moon...
In an instant, countless sword shadows whizzed away again between heaven and earth. One after another, divine sword burst out from the sword platform, quickly interweaving in the void, like the eruption of a sword volcano.
The scene was extremely horrifying. The whistling sound of the sword could be heard throughout the entire Four Seasons Mountain area. It was earth-shaking.
Jiang Lan seldom uses the sword-wielding heritage from Lin Fan, but the founder of Dao Cang Sword Sect has a lot of connections with Lin Fan. Even the Ten Thousand Swords Pool of Dao Cang Sword Sect today comes from the overseas sword sect that was originally related to Lin Fan.
The sword skills performed by True Man Yuqing clearly had similar traces of this part of the inheritance.
For him, these sword-fighting traditions have long since progressed from simple to complex and then back to basics.
At this moment, even if the sword was swung casually, it carried an extremely sharp and terrifying oppression. The sword light turned into a real sword dragon, with its head raised high, its mouth wide open, and swallowed up the countless phantoms of the divine swords.
Clang, clang, clang...
There was fire in the void, as if heavenly soldiers were colliding and clashing, and the sound could be heard hundreds of miles away.
These sword shadows have become as real as substance, transforming from vague to solid. Even swords made of black iron are no better than waste paper in front of these sword shadows and will shatter in an instant.
"How is that possible?"
The shock in Master Yuqing's heart had reached a point that was difficult to describe.
She has practiced swordsmanship for thousands of years to achieve her current accomplishments. She is listed as one of the three sword immortals of Daxia, and is even recognized as the number one sword immortal by many sword practitioners.
But she had no chance at all against Jiang Lan's swordsmanship. The only advantage she had was her profound magic power and cultivation.
She is a powerful being who has survived five heavenly tribulations.
However, Jiang Lan is only at the seventh level of cultivation.
"How did you do it? Only by being devoted to the sword, being loyal to the sword, and practicing for hundreds or thousands of years can you hone the true meaning of the sword and become one with the sword. You are only in your twenties, how did you do all this?"
True Man Yuqing asked in a loud voice. Jiang Lan had terrifying talents in other aspects and his cultivation progress was terrifying. She accepted it.
But why was she also shaken up by the sword art that she was so proud of, giving rise to a sense of absurdity and fantasy?
"I was born with the knowledge, I can do everything, I know everything. How difficult is a mere swordsmanship?"
"With your strength, Yuqing Sword Immortal, you can't do anything to me. But if I really want to kill you, I don't know if you can escape?" Jiang Lan smiled and stood quietly in the void, his wide robe fluttering, giving people a very detached feeling.
"What is the origin of the sword in your hand?"
True Person Yuqing did not continue to attack. She didn't know what other cards Jiang Lan had, and he threatened to kill her.
But she was very sure that even if she tried her best and used all the means, she might not be able to defeat Jiang Lan.
"The sword in my hand was given to me by an old friend. Unfortunately, in my hand, I cannot use it to its full power like that old friend did."
"Now, it's nothing more than a dead sword." Jiang Lan stretched out his hand and flicked the Eternal Sword in his hand. The crisp sound of the sword rang out, and the sword body with traces of decay seemed to have experienced countless battles and fights.
"Old friend?"
"Who is your old friend? What is the name of this sword?" asked True Man Yuqing.
"That old friend has passed away. As for who he was, it doesn't matter. But this sword is called the Sword of Eternal Tribulation." Jiang Lan said with a smile.
"Eternal Tribulation?"
True Person Yuqing was shocked and a little dazed. She felt that the two words sounded familiar. She seemed to have seen them when she was reading her master's sword manual.
Eternal Sword? Eternal Sword Master?
What is the relationship between this person and the master? "I'm not lying to you. If you want to know the secret of your master's fake death and his whereabouts, then throw down the sword in your hand. It happens that the snow scenery here is pleasant, the sky and the earth are magnificent, and although it has experienced a great battle, it is still as beautiful as before. There is a pavilion, wine, and a red clay stove. Sit down, have a good chat, travel the past, talk about the future, and exchange sword experience. Isn't it a good thing?" Jiang Lan said with a smile.
True Person Yuqing originally wanted to capture Jiang Lan and use this as an opportunity to negotiate with the Prime Minister's Mansion, but she still underestimated Jiang Lan's current strength.
At this moment, she did have some hesitation and wavering in her heart.
"I have always been magnanimous. Qinghan tried to assassinate me, but I let her go in the end and didn't bother with her. Could it be that Yuqing Sword Immortal still doubts my character?"
Jiang Lan walked towards Guanyun Pavilion on his own.
True Man Yuqing looked at Su Qinghan who had fainted in the pavilion. A flash of guilt flashed across her cold and beautiful face. At her level, it made no difference whether she had a sword in her hand or not.
Although she was not sure she could defeat Jiang Lan, she also did not believe that he could hurt her.
After the battle just now, the pavilion was still warm, with wine warming on the stove. Jiang Lan saw Master Yuqing following in, smiled, picked up the wine pot and poured her a glass.
But Master Yuqing just looked at him coldly and did not accept the wine.
"This is the wine that your apprentice Qinghan warmed. Could it be that the Jade Green Sword Immortal is afraid of any problems?"
"I have already given you enough face, but you don't want it. You are so ungrateful." Jiang Lan sighed.
Upon hearing this, True Man Yuqing took the wine glass from his hand, but his action was very direct and rough. Although it was called taking, it was actually no different from snatching.
"The founder of the Dao Cang Sword Sect is named Fu Dao Cang. He was also your adopted master. He also gave you your surname, Fu."
"Fu Daocang is a great man of his generation. He was born two thousand years ago. He not only has an innate sword bone, but also has a terrifying talent of swordsmanship. He is a natural swordsman. In just three hundred years, he broke into the eighth realm, which is a miracle of the world. After that, he visited various ruins in the land of Jiuzhou and defeated many opponents. Even now, his undefeated legend is still left in some places. He also went to overseas sword sects to try to complete the ancient sword canon. He also went to other ancient stars outside the domain... The Ten Thousand Swords Pond of Daocang Sword Sect was also brought back by him."
Jiang Lan spoke slowly, recounting the origins of the founder of the Dao Cang Sword Sect one by one, as if he were telling them all.
True Man Yuqing looked at him coldly without saying much. In fact, these things would be clear once they were investigated, and they were not secrets.
His master, Fu Daocang, could be said to be the most dazzling person in Zhongtianzhou two thousand years ago.
But it is precisely because of its brilliance that the present desolation and misery of the Dao Cang Sword Sect is apparent.
If it weren't for her repeated protection, the Dao Cang Sword Sect would have fallen apart many years ago. How could there be the four major sword sects of Da Xia today?
Jiang Lan ignored the indifferent look of Yuqing Zhenren and continued to speak calmly, "1,500 years ago, Fu Daocang's cultivation had reached the highest level. In order to find an opportunity to break through, he tried to find the ancient sword world. However, after the catastrophe of heaven and earth, many ancient powerful giants left. Even those great worlds were hidden in the depths of time and space, without any waves. After searching for hundreds of years in vain, Fu Daocang finally returned to Zhongtianzhou and established the Daocang Sword Sect on the banks of the Jinshui River."
"There was a village in the upper reaches of the Jinshui River called Tanwu Village. The villagers believed in a great monster called Tanwu and sacrificed a pair of boys and girls every year. One year, you were one of the boys and girls sacrificed..."
After hearing the word "Tanwu Village", Master Yuqing's cold expression finally changed a little.
She stared at Jiang Lan intently, her tone as cold as the wind and snow outside, yet also contained a hint of disbelief.
"Who are you and how do you know all this?"
Her origins had long been lost in the river of time. The original Tanwu Village no longer existed, and the big monster that caused trouble was also killed by the sword of her master.
There is no record of this incident even in the Dao Cang Sword Sect.
There is also no mention of this in the scriptures of Daxia.
Jiang Lan, how did he know?
"I'm not telling you this to let you know who I am, I'm just telling you that I'm not lying to you. There's nothing in this world that I don't know."
"Now, I am the only one who knows the whereabouts and life or death of your master." Jiang Lan sat down slowly.
Yuqing Zhenren was stunned for a moment, muttering, "Master..."
One thousand three hundred years ago, her master felt that he had reached a certain limit. His cultivation realm had reached the peak of the eighth realm, and there was no room for error. So he resolutely entered the quiet room, closed the stone door, and began his journey of retreat and breakthrough.
That retreat was a death retreat. He carried with him the sword cultivator's indomitable spirit and determination, like a lone walker in the abyss. If he failed, he would die. If he failed to become a saint, he would perish.
True Man Yuqing was only in his teens. At that time, he did not have the earth-shaking cultivation strength he has now, let alone the terrifying sword skills that could overwhelm everyone.
At that time, she had just started practicing cultivation and was looking forward to the day when her master would break through the barriers and become a saint.
But that wait lasted for three full years.
Three years later, she became the leader of the inner sect, surpassing all the other disciples in the same sect.
The stone door in front of the quiet room where Master was in retreat was still tightly closed, and no sound or movement could be heard.
Three years later, another three years, and then it was the tenth year.
On that day, the young tree in front of the quiet room had grown into a lush, leafy forest. She became the eldest senior sister of the Dao Cang Sword Sect, and was admired and respected by all the disciples.
She made all the mental preparations, knocked hard on the door of the quiet room, and then pushed it open. Dust was floating in the air, but there was no one on the cushion in the middle, only a piece of torn clothes and some burnt marks.
Master failed to break through, and his body and soul disappeared, not even his body remained.
But now, Jiang Lan told her that her master was just faking his death?
"Maybe it won't be long before you can meet your master again." Jiang Lan said with a smile.
True Man Yuqing came back to his senses at this time, looked at him with a sharp light in his eyes, and asked, "Where is my master now?"
"You really don't know how to be grateful. I told you this news and didn't even care about your offense, but you still treat me like this." Jiang Lan sighed.
True Person Yuqing didn't buy Jiang Lan's tricks at all. In her eyes, Jiang Lan was a man of deep thoughts and difficult to guess, and it was impossible for him to be kind enough to tell her everything she wanted to know.
"What did you do?"
Suddenly, True Person Yuqing asked in a stern voice, having noticed something was wrong. Her cold and beautiful face no longer had the sharpness and strength from before, but rather some shock and disbelief.
"It seems that the effect of the medicine has taken effect, but it is a bit late for you, Yuqing Sword Immortal, to notice it now." Jiang Lan said slowly and calmly with a normal expression.
"You despicable little thief..."
"I shouldn't have listened to you."
True Man Yuqing was furious and raised her palm, ready to slap Jiang Lan. However, to her great surprise and horror, her palm was weak and powerless, and she couldn't summon any spiritual power at all.
The vast and boundless spiritual power that could destroy the heavens and the earth and fill the dantian seemed to have dissipated at this moment.
Not only that, she couldn't even sense the power of heaven and earth.
"Now that you have lost your magical powers, you are just an ordinary woman in my eyes."
"Why, you throw yourself at me in front of your disciple?"
Jiang Lan smiled faintly and just by raising his hand, Master Yuqing's movements froze in mid-air, and he could no longer move forward even half a step.
"What on earth did you do?"
Zhenren Yuqing's face turned completely ugly. She had no idea when she fell into Jiang Lan's trap. She didn't even drink the wine he brought her.
"It doesn't matter what I did. What matters is that you are no longer a threat to me."
As soon as Jiang Lan lowered his raised hand, Yuqing Zhenren in mid-air pounced towards him uncontrollably.
How could Yuqing Zhenren be prepared for Rouge Benzoin, which even Jiang Ruxian would be affected by? Moreover, after learning about her master's affairs, she was shocked and it was difficult for her to detect Jiang Lan's actions.
His expression was normal, and he casually slapped with his palm. With a dull sound of "pa", the plump and graceful body, even through the Taoist robe, caused ripples like grass waves, which made people imagine a lot.
"you……"
Master Yuqing was stunned for a moment, and even felt his mind go blank for a moment.
She was a famous swordsman in Zhongtianzhou. When had she ever been humiliated like this? Snap, snap, snap...
Jiang Lan's eyes were deep, he showed no scruples and showed no mercy. When Master Yuqing came to his senses, he felt so ashamed and angry that he wanted to tear Jiang Lan into pieces.
She clenched her teeth and a trickle of blood flowed down the corner of her mouth, staining her clothes red.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."
"I haven't killed you yet, I have already done my best." Jiang Lan did not intend to kill Yuqing Sword Immortal directly, because she was still useful.
What he said just now was not nonsense. The master of Yuqing Zhenren had indeed faked his death.
Moreover, its origin is very special; it is not a creature native to the land of Kyushu.
When he comes into contact with the world of swordsmanship later, keeping the Yuqing Sword Immortal as a chess piece will still be useful.
"If you don't kill me, sooner or later, I will do everything I can to kill you." Master Yuqing's eyes were icy cold, filled with murderous intent and hatred.
"Your mouth is tough, but your body is not."
Jiang Lan found the plumpest part, raised his hand and slapped it down again.
True Man Yuqing gritted his teeth, his body trembled, and the hatred in his eyes was overwhelming.
The next moment, a mist of light rose up in the void, and a small world filled with vast and sacred light opened up there. Then, chains of world order flew out one after another, wrapped around the hands and feet of True Person Yuqing, locked her body tightly, and then dragged her in.
Rouge Benzoin has limited effect against the most powerful beings in the Eight Realms.
Jiang Lan didn't plan to waste time, so he simply imprisoned her in a small world. Unless a saint took action, she would have no chance of breaking free.
In his little world, he is the creator god, controlling everything. Anyone who falls into it, even True Man Yuqing will be at his mercy.
"What an unexpected gain..."
Then, Jiang Lan looked at the unconscious Su Qinghan, walked over and picked her up, then stood up and left. The wind and snow were very strong, and his figure was also submerged in the white snow.
Yuyi City, Su Mansion.
The Su family, once one of the four major families in Yuyi City, is now a completely different family. Many dignitaries visit their mansion every day, and even the aristocratic families in the county are very polite to them.
The traveling merchants and peddlers could not help but look at the Su family with respect when they mentioned it.
It has long been no secret that the Su family has produced a phoenix girl who has climbed up the ladder in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Not to mention that Jiang Lan is currently in the limelight and very popular. Even those old antique figures in the top immortal sects dare not underestimate him.
With such a big support, wouldn't the Su family be able to prosper? The elders who had suggested that Su Qinghan curry favor with Jiang Lan were even more elated and proud, believing that they had made an indelible contribution to the family's current prestige and status.
Even Su's mother and father, who felt guilty towards Su Qinghan at first, were sincerely glad for their decision because of the family's current power.
"My sister has gone to Dao Cang Jian Sect to practice. When will she be able to come back..."
"I miss my sister so much."
The Su Mansion had been renovated and looked even more magnificent. At this moment, in the courtyard building in the backyard, near the window on the second floor, a young girl in a pink skirt was propping up her chin, looking at the pool below in a daze.
She was in her twenties, with clear and bright eyes, a palm-sized face, and smooth black hair. She looked 80% similar to Su Qinghan, but her expression was more delicate and innocent. She was Su Qinghan's younger sister, Su Qingyao.
"Where is your sister's boudoir?"
Just as she was muttering to herself, a warm and clear voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
Su Qingyao was stunned, then her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she subconsciously wanted to shout.
"Jiang... Young Master Jiang Lan?"
But soon, she recognized the handsome man in front of her, but why did her sister seem to be asleep in his arms? (End of this chapter)
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