Chapter 32: Sword duel on a snowy night, Yuanying vs. Yuanying

"Is this... a thunder tribulation?"

Gu An looked at the thunderclouds outside the window, his brows gradually relaxed, and curiosity appeared on his face.

He was not worried because he felt that Tianwei was far away from Xuan Gu.

Tang Yu, Su Han and Zhen Qin, who were clearing snow from the park, turned their heads to look. Ye Lan, who was meditating in the forest, also opened her eyes. Xiaochuan walked out of his house and looked at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky.

Wuxin was meditating on the top of the mountain. The flying snow could not hide his figure. He looked at the sky with a frown.

"Such a strong sword intent..."

Wu Xin murmured to himself, although his cultivation was low, he came from Qianqiu Pavilion and had a lot of experience.

The entire sky was quickly covered by thunderclouds, like an endless ocean, stirring up huge waves. The snowy forests on the earth fell into darkness. The wind between heaven and earth grew stronger and stronger, causing the mountains and forests to sway and shake off pieces of snow.

Gu An was so distracted by the divine power that he had no intention of writing. He stood up and went downstairs, asking his disciples to look after the various parks.

An hour later, several cultivators flew over Xuan Valley, headed towards the direction where the divine power came from, and disappeared in the boundless flying snow.

This scene made the disciples in the valley even more nervous, not knowing what was going on.

It was not until late in the evening that a loud thunder resounded through the heaven and earth.

Gu An stood on the top of the mountain and saw lightning and thunder in the sky from afar. The lightning and thunder intertwined towards a certain point on the ground, forming a huge fan-shaped shape. It was extremely spectacular. The lightning shone on his face and his black robe swayed in the wind.

"The thunder tribulation is so terrible, no wonder I failed so many times in my evolution practice."

Gu An sighed in his heart, and the resentment he had suppressed for many years finally dissipated.

Although the life span consumed by evolutionary cultivation is longer than that of reality, it is safer. Looking back at his achievements, can Taixuan Sect find a second person who has reached the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Realm at the age of 28? Then, he turned and went down the mountain, ready to continue writing books.

That night, there were bursts of thunder, preventing everyone in the Medicine Valley from practicing in peace.

At noon the next day, the thunder was still continuing and the wind between heaven and earth was getting stronger and stronger, as if a blizzard was about to come. Gu An led his disciples out from time to time to look after the herbs.

It took three days and three nights before the thunder stopped. As the thunderclouds in the sky cleared, the sun finally shone through, which made the disciples of Xuan Gu breathe a sigh of relief.

However, before they could be happy for half a day, a fierce pressure enveloped the world, making them feel heavy in their chests and their hearts pounding with fear.

In the attic.

Gu An put down the brush in his hand, looked out the window, and frowned.

He felt a powerful sword intent coming from the horizon, but it was difficult to judge how far away it was.

"What is he doing?"

Gu An was confused. He started to comprehend the sword right after surviving the thunder tribulation? Was he really that determined?

Gu An could only pray that the other party would not affect his medicine valley.

Although the opponent's sword intent was strong, he secretly compared it and felt that it was not as good as his Taicang Jingshen Sword.

After all, he spent 2,000 years of his life to smash the Taicang Jingshen Sword! How many people in this world can live for 2,000 years? ...

Late at night, Bajing Cave.

Gu An came to visit Jiang Qiong. He walked all the way to the cang vine tree and raised his hand to salute Jiang Qiong.

"Don't come in again for the next period of time, so as not to be discovered by Zuo Yijian." Jiang Qiong said without opening his eyes.

Zuo Yijian? Gu An remembered this man, it was Zuo Lin's father. When the father and son flew over Xuan Valley, he threw a life span probe at them.

Zuo Yijian’s previous cultivation level was exactly the ninth level of the Jindan realm.

After overcoming the tribulation, he became a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage.

Gu An thought quickly in his mind and asked nervously, "Who is Zuo Yijian?"

"He is the man who survived the thunder tribulation these few days. I heard from your master that he has already made a name for himself as the sword maniac of Canghu Lake." Jiang Qiong replied.

Canghu sword maniac?

Gu An asked curiously: "Master, are you an old acquaintance of him?"

"Yes, he is an old acquaintance. Back then, he was overconfident and wanted to pursue me as his Taoist partner. I humiliated him severely, making him a laughing stock in the inner sect. Since then, he has focused on practicing sword skills and stayed indoors. I didn't see him again until I was injured and faked my death."

When Jiang Qiong said this, she opened her eyes, looked at Gu An, and said with a joking smile: "My dear disciple, don't be sentimental in the future, it will make you suffer easily."

Gu An replied: "Thank you for your teachings, Master. I will keep them in mind."

Afterwards, Jiang Qiong asked Gu An to sit down and began to teach him the art of witchcraft based on the Wan Gu Xuan Gong.

The Wan Gu Xuan Gong includes both Qi-gathering techniques and many other poison techniques, which require a lot of time to study.

After staying in Bajing Cave for two hours, Gu An finally left.

…

Three days later, early in the morning.

Gu An was leading his disciples in exercises. They were standing on the snow, the wind was biting cold, but they were still wearing thin clothes.

Swoosh! A sound of breaking through the air was heard, startling everyone and turning their heads to look. They saw that the eastern mountain peak was hit by a sword energy, and two large trees on the hillside were cut off and fell down with a loud bang, rolling all the way down the hillside, and were finally blocked by a row of trees, and the dust and snow flew like white mist.

Looking up, there is a two-meter-long crack on the mountain wall, which looks like it was cut by a huge sword. It is very spectacular.

Su Han frowned and said, "This is not the first time. If this continues, it will endanger us sooner or later."

The other disciples were also worried and slowed down their exercises.

Wu Xin sighed and said, "It takes a sword cultivator several days to learn sword skills. Who knows how long it will take that person to learn sword skills."

Gu An rarely smiled and his face was gloomy.

He was worried about the medicinal herbs in Xuan Valley.

Yesterday, he went to the outer gate to report the matter to the Alchemy Hall. As a result, he was given the option of temporarily moving to the outer gate city and giving up this year's harvest, but the Alchemy Hall would not bear any losses for Xuan Valley.

The medicinal herbs in Xuan Valley are all Gu An’s treasures. How could he be willing to give them up?

Once the Xuan Valley collapses, the Bajing Cave Heaven might be exposed.

no!

We must find a way! Gu An's eyes flickered. For the sake of life, he could swallow his anger, but for the sake of medicinal herbs, he could fight for it!

"Okay, let's practice quickly, and then practice on our own. Wait for two more days. If that person hasn't left, we will go to the outer gate to hide." Gu An said.

As soon as these words were spoken, all the disciples became excited. They were also worried that Xuan Valley would collapse, so they had long wanted to go out and take shelter.

The days pass quickly in winter.

Night is falling.

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On top of a mountain, Zuo Yijian, dressed in a grey robe, was meditating. In front of him stood five swords, each with a different shape and even the width of the blade was different.

At night, snow was flying all over the sky. As soon as the snow fell on him, it melted quickly and turned into wisps of white mist, which made his whole aura look even more powerful.

On a mountain peak a hundred feet away, Zuo Lin was meditating on the edge of a cliff, with three large flags flying around him. When the sword energy came, an invisible air shield offset it, so that he was not hurt at all.

Although he was not injured, the roar of the sword energy hitting the formation still woke Zuo Lin up.

He looked up at his father, his brows furrowed, and envy flashed in his eyes.

It is said that like fathers come like daughters, like sons come like daughters. So why didn't he inherit his father's swordsmanship? Feeling his father's powerful swordsmanship, Zuo Lin was fascinated.

Even though he had excellent spiritual roots and his speed of absorbing energy far exceeded that of his peers, he only wanted to become a powerful swordsman like his father.

If it weren't for his desire to comprehend the sword, his cultivation level would have been far beyond the second level of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"well!"

Zuo Lin sighed, and then prepared to continue to comprehend the sword. He just didn't believe that he really couldn't figure out something in the way of the sword? Just as he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly saw his father stand up, which made him stunned.

Is it over? Zuo Yijian stood on the top of the mountain, facing the direction of Zuo Lin, but his eyes were higher, staring at a higher mountain in the distance. In the darkness of the night, he could not see any human figures, but he could feel a sword intent locking onto him.

The five swords in front of him began to tremble, as if facing a powerful enemy.

Zuo Lin, who was standing opposite him, stood up and asked loudly, "Father, what happened? Did you succeed?"

Zuo Yijian did not answer him, but asked: "I wonder which Taoist friend has come, why don't you show up?"

Ten miles away.

Gu An, dressed in white, stood on the top of the mountain. He wore a wooden mask on his face, and spiritual power under the mask covered his face to avoid being detected by spiritual sense.

His white clothes fluttered, blending into the snow behind him.

His right hand was playing with a leaf, on which there was a trace of sword energy.

Looking from a high place, he could see Zuo Yijian and Zuo Lin.

Before emitting the sword intent, he had already explored the area within a radius of a hundred miles to make sure there were no other powerful cultivators before he came to the top of the mountain.

Gu An doesn't like killing innocent people, but Zuo Yijian threatens his medicine valley and must be expelled.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for picking the wrong place."

Gu An muttered to himself. He was already practicing his skills and injecting spiritual energy into the leaves.

at the same time.

When Zuo Lin heard his father's words, he turned around quickly, but his cultivation level at the Foundation Establishment stage was not enough to see people ten miles away, not to mention it was still dark and the flying snow obstructed his vision.

He couldn't help but get nervous because he couldn't see who was coming.

Zuo Yijian felt that the opponent's sword intent was increasing, and he knew that this battle could not be avoided.

"A spy from the Demonic Path? Or... one of their people?"

Zuo Yijian's eyes flashed, and his right hand grasped a sword in front of him. The sword was slender, and the blade was red. As he grasped it, the blade suddenly burst into flames, becoming the brightest thing under the night sky.

He drew his sword and slashed it through the air, creating a streak of fire that hung across the night sky.

"In such a cold weather, he is actually using the Flame-Devouring Sword Technique. It seems that the sword-comprehension of his father in the past few days has greatly improved his sword skills..." Zuo Lin turned his head and saw the sword fire in his father's hand. His face showed admiration.

No matter who came, he believed that his father would not be defeated.

"Since you are unwilling to speak, I can only assume that you want to sabotage my enlightenment. Then let this icy and snowy world bear witness to whose sword intent is stronger!"

Zuo Yijian's cold voice echoed between heaven and earth. As soon as he finished speaking, a sword intent that soared into the sky burst out from his body. The mountain where he was located trembled violently, and accumulated snow collapsed, causing the mountain where Zuo Lin was to shake as well.

Ten miles away.

"Lots of talk."

Gu An whispered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it. As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the leaves in his hand away.

It seemed that what flew out was not a leaf, but a magic sword that penetrated time and space!

(End of this chapter)