Chapter 1 Chapter 1 The First Wish
On Tianzi Peak.
At this time, a banquet was being held for the leader of the Tianzi Sect, Patriarch Hongde. Cultivators from all over the world gathered together. The square was crowded with people, but no one dared to make a loud noise, because Patriarch Hongde was sitting at the top of the ladder.
Ancestor Hongde was the foremost cultivator in the world of cultivation, having just broken through the Fusion Stage and standing only one step away from transcending the tribulation and ascending to heaven. This had only heightened the reputation of the Tianzi Sect, placing it at the top of the heap. Some of those who came to the square to attend the banquet were there to curry favor with powerful figures, while others were forced to come.
"This is a small gift prepared by the Xiancao Sect for Patriarch Hongde. Congratulations to the Patriarch on his breakthrough." The Xiancao Sect's leader presented the gift list. The waiter next to Patriarch Hongde read it out and said, "The congratulations to the leader are not sincere enough."
Sect Leader He's face was frozen, and he managed a fawning smile with difficulty: "This is the last of the Immortal Grass Sect..."
The waiter threw the gift list to the ground and interrupted him: "Master He, you should prepare and come back."
This was like a slap in the face to Master He. The waiter, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, dared to embarrass him. The expressions of the others around him varied: sympathy, mockery, indifference, and even reluctance. The Tianzi Sect had been rampant for a long time, and nearly everyone present had suffered from its plunder and extortion, directly or indirectly destroying countless smaller sects and factions.
The cultivators were unable to resist, all because of the presence of Patriarch Hongde. In the world of cultivation, a difference in realm is an insurmountable gap. Currently, Patriarch Hongde is the only one in the fusion stage.
The pressure from Patriarch Hongde spread out. Sect Leader He was angry but dared not say a word. His body stiffened and he gritted his teeth as he prepared to pick up the gift list. As he bent down, he saw a figure passing by in his peripheral vision.
The man appeared very abruptly. He was wearing a grey coarse cloth suit, black boots, and a tattered cloak. His long hair was tied up casually, his beard was untidy, and he looked dusty, as if he had hurried over from somewhere.
It was obvious that this person was not on the list. The waiter was stunned. He looked at him for a long time and asked, "Who are you and where are you from?"
The young monk took off his cloak. He looked shabby and haggard, with pale pupils like the dark ashes after a flame had burned out. Only his face looked very young.
His voice was hoarse: "I have come to give the ancestor a great gift."
Waiter: "What?"
The young cultivator looked up at Patriarch Hongde and said, "I'll send you to death."
The waiter was stunned. The young monk raised his hand, revealing the scabbard at his waist. The scabbard was silver, intricately patterned, slender and beautiful, a stark contrast to his demeanor. The waiter regained consciousness, and before he could even manage a sneer, the young monk, with one hand, gently slashed his neck. Even as he collapsed, his pupils still reflected a cold, merciless silver light.
This person was one of the confidants of Patriarch Hongde. He was at the Nascent Soul stage, but he was killed by a single sword. Everyone was shocked and looked at Patriarch Hongde again.
The pressure from Patriarch Hongde was released unscrupulously. Everyone gradually felt difficulty breathing and could not stand steadily. Layers of fear weighed on everyone's heart, except for the young monk who stood still with his sword in hand.
Patriarch Hongde stared at him and asked, "Who are you?"
"Chen Mu, from the Chen family in Xiaoshan." said the young monk.
Twenty years ago, Patriarch Hongde exterminated the entire Chen family in pursuit of the rare Twin Lotus. Ten-year-old Chen Mu escaped the catastrophe because he had wandered away from home. Patriarch Hongde had long forgotten such small families; such unprepossessing cultivators were easily dealt with. With a casual gust of wind, a massive tornado instantly formed. Tiny cracks appeared in the air, like eyes gazing at the young cultivator. A terrifying vision enveloped the heavens and earth.
Tianzi Peak, storm is coming.
Everyone stepped back and looked at Chen Mu with mixed feelings. They couldn't tell Chen Mu's realm, but no matter what, he couldn't be a match for the fusion stage ancestor Hongde. This young man was clearly courting his death.
Chen Mu held his longsword, the wind blowing his cloak away, his clothes rustling, his long hair dancing, and the wind-whipped sand and rocks brushing against his face. He took one step forward, then another, and another. Compared to the terrifying vision of flying sand and rocks that Ancestor Hongde was witnessing, he was like a boulder being pushed up from the bottom of a mountain.
At the same time, he was releasing his own pressure, Nascent Soul Stage, Out-of-Body Stage, Spirit Severing Stage - the ninth stage of Spirit Severing Stage, which was only one step away from the Fusion Stage!
But this step is a chasm.
Patriarch Hongde repeatedly performed hand seals, sending gusts of wind and torrential rain pounding all around. Chen Mu tapped his toes, creating a massive crater in the ground. His figure, like a rainbow, pierced the wind and rain, piercing through. Raindrops imbued with spiritual energy tore through his skin, burrowing into his flesh. Blood soaked his clothes, and Chen Mu was instantly reduced to a bloody mess. He slashed with his sword. Patriarch Hongde thought he couldn't break the shield, but the sword hummed, and the shield shattered. This was the first time Patriarch Hongde noticed the longsword.
Ancestor Hongde instantly took a step back, forest energy protecting him. Wind and rain raged, the sky and earth turned upside down, and a black fog enveloped the two of them, obscuring the view. Within the fog, a clash of spiritual energies completely shattered the space. Chen Mu, a major realm behind, was no match for Ancestor Hongde. The terrifying spiritual energy pressed him down. Chen Mu struggled to stand upright, surrounded by bursts of airbursts. Ancestor Hongde glanced down at him from above, waved his hand, and a massive wind blade emanated, aimed directly at Chen Mu.
At this time, Chen Mu was already at the end of his strength and couldn't even lift a finger. At this moment, the long sword flew out of his hand and stood in front of him, with a faint light emitting from the sword.
Ancestor Hongde exclaimed.
The faint light converged, forming a transparent, ethereal figure. Then, its outline gradually took shape. The figure was slender, hands clasped together, eyebrows lowered, eyes downcast, and long silver hair cascading to the waist swaying slightly, like a beautiful and exquisite puppet. The roaring wind blade swept past, slicing through it, leaving Chen Mu behind him unscathed.
"Sword spirit?...That's not right." Ancestor Hongde was keenly aware of the difference.
It raised its head, revealing amazing golden pupils, and glanced gently at Ancestor Hongde. Then it closed its eyes, lowered its head and stood still, gradually disappearing.
Ancestor Hongde had acquired many good things in his life, and he no longer cared about ordinary natural treasures and divine weapons. However, at this moment, he wanted this sword very much. Ancestor Hongde was ready to use his spiritual power to forcibly erase the connection between the sword and Chen Mu, but no matter how much spiritual power he poured in, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without a ripple.
"Where did you get this sword?" Ancestor Hongde was even more curious and said with a slow smile, "Give me the sword in exchange for your life."
Chen Mu said nothing, struggled to stand up, and rushed forward again with his sword.
"Forget it, this sword will be mine even if you die." Ancestor Hongde shook his head helplessly, pointed at the void, and a force heavier than a thousand pounds pressed down on Chen Mu. In the black fog, thick purple-red lightning with overwhelming power attacked Chen Mu like a giant hand, but Chen Mu just kept moving forward, like a kite pulling countless red lines, with lightning and storm chasing behind him, but they could not stop his steps.
It seemed like a century had passed, yet it also seemed like just a moment. Chen Mu stood in front of Patriarch Hongde, raised his head, and revealed a pair of dark and gloomy eyes.
"Die."
A flash of silver light passed by.
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A vast black fog enveloped Tianzi Peak, lingering for a long time. The heavens and the earth shook, and strange phenomena occurred frequently. Everyone could only watch from afar, not daring to approach. Many cultivators waited for a result. It wasn't until day and night were reversed, after a day and a night, that everyone sensed that a presence had vanished.
Who disappeared? That unknown young cultivator, or was it the ancestor Hongde?
The black fog gradually dissipated, revealing Tianzi Peak, razed to the ground. Tens of thousands of sharp sword auras lingered on the ruins. A torrent of melted snow surged out, rolling over the ruins of Tianzi Peak before dispersing.
Chen Mu stood in the air, holding a long sword, with the river rushing under his feet.
Tianzi Peak and the Tianzi Gate built on it have disappeared.
It took a long time for people to react.
Many of the Tianzi Sect's disciples immediately fled, and the surrounding monks quickly pursued and slaughtered them. The Tianzi Sect's disciples had been rampant for so long, and today they finally received their due. Some were also intent on searching for the Tianzi Sect's remaining magical artifacts and treasures, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
But these had nothing to do with Chen Mu. He used the remaining spiritual power to clean his clothes, and then gently wiped the sword with his sleeve. The blade was stained with a little blood, and he wiped it carefully and seriously, as if this was the most important thing.
The sword trembled slightly, and the silver-haired young man clambered deftly onto his shoulder. He gazed at the destroyed Tianzi Peak and said, "Old Ancestor Hongde is dead. It seems that Tianzi Sect will also disappear completely."
Chen Mu nodded slightly: "Yeah."
"You finally got your revenge." The silver-haired young man sighed softly.
Over twenty years since the Chen family's extermination, Chen Mu has carried a deep blood feud and embarked on a thorny road of revenge. For all these years, his only purpose in life was to avenge his family. Enduring humiliation, exhausting himself, and disregarding almost any cost, he was able to stand before the Hongde Patriarch.
Chen Mu stared blankly at everything before him. He felt no joy at all. He had imagined this scene so many times in his mind, but now that it was actually happening, he felt quite calm.
The silver-haired boy said, "Chen Mu, congratulations, your wish has come true."
Chen Mu's heart trembled, and he murmured, "Yes, because of you, I can avenge my family... Lin, thank you."
He was not a genius, but the most important thing for him to be able to cultivate to the Spirit Severing Stage in twenty years was that he met Lin.
Although Lin lives in this sword, he is not a sword spirit, but another more unimaginable existence.
Lin is from another world.
He had told Chen Mu directly from the beginning that he had come to fulfill Chen Mu's wish. At that time, Chen Mu was too young to understand the meaning, but now he had fully understood it.
The silver-haired boy loosened his grip, leaned on his sword, and smiled, "What do you want to do next?"
Chen Mu whispered, "I don't know."
"You are already the strongest person in the world. You can do whatever you want." Lin's silver hair fluttered slightly, and all kinds of scenes were reflected in his golden pupils. His voice gradually melted away like the setting sun: "Your wish has been fulfilled, and it's time for me to leave."
What this means is that after his wish is fulfilled, Lin will leave this world.
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