Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 711 - 706: Make a Move Part 2

Chapter 711: Chapter 706: Make a Move Part 2

A copper coin, actually able to send a living person weighing over a hundred jin flying, instantly killing them.

How much strength would that require?

No one could guess.

The white-haired old man watching from the sleeve of the universe saw something else.

Although he didn’t like the style of Poison Punishment Iron Hand, he still acknowledged his strength, but such a Second Grade powerhouse was actually wasted by the opponent in just one encounter.

Moreover, the fact that a copper coin could unleash such great power without piercing through the body, the control of this kind of vigor was simply astonishing!

Zhao Wumian’s heart suddenly tightened, knowing that today’s matters couldn’t end peacefully.

One Wei Yu, one Poison Punishment Iron Hand, two great Second Grade experts lost in one day, this was a loss that the Phoenix Clear Hall simply could not accept.

From a faraway black sedan, a sigh could faintly be heard.

A gentle gaze peered through the curtains of the sedan, looking far into this direction, as if also paying attention to the situation here.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand to stop the furious disciples and subordinates behind him, stepping forward personally, swinging his sleeve, and gazing intently at the other party.

"Taoist Zhao Wumian has come to personally experience your Thousand Hand Divine Skill," he said.

An indescribable aura suddenly radiated from him, so much so that even ordinary people felt a breeze blow in their faces.

An invisible force field naturally formed around the two men.

Although faint, Lin Xin felt a chill in his heart, this man actually reached such a step without the use of Spiritual Energy, purely by cultivation.

Using intent to induce Heaven and Earth’s Elemental Energy!

This was something only attainable at the stage of Foundation Establishment.

"Good! Good! Good!!" he muttered, his eyes half-closed as he stared at the opponent.

Whoosh!! The sound of wind rose.

Lin Xin reached out with a laugh, turning his fist into a palm as he grabbed.

"You also have a fate with me, might as well join my sect, and you might just cultivate the Great Path!" he said.

"Ridiculous!!"

Zhao Wumian flared his sleeves fiercely in response.

Bang!!

In the blink of an eye, the two were clashing hands and sleeves.

Zhao Wumian’s face turned from pale to red in an instant, and he retreated more than a dozen steps in rapid succession.

"Attack! Kill them!" someone behind him yelled fiercely.

Dozens of men in blue robes were about to rush forward, drawing their swords.

"Stand down," Zhao Wumian suddenly roared.

Suddenly, everyone paused in their action.

"Go!"

Without another word, Zhao Wumian turned and left.

"I’m the Red Flower of the Lakeside Mountain Sect, Hermit Wumian. If you’re interested, you can come find me at Qing Lake Mountain," he declared.

Lin Xin did not detain him.

Actually, in that last move, he had used almost as much strength as the opponent, but likewise, he had also applied a type of Taoist Intent.

Moreover, comparing it to Zhao Wumian’s immature semi-finished product, his Taoist Intent was more perfect, more complete.

As a Grandmaster, his sensitivity and perception were extremely detailed, naturally, in a single exchange, he could detect the other’s level of strength, and that subtle, indistinct charm.

Once Zhao Wumian had enough time to reflect, Lin Xin was one hundred percent confident that the other would come looking for him on his own initiative.

Among the five Grandmasters, each one a top exceptional talent of their generation, forceful means could not be used.

It’s enticement with benefits that is the proper course.

The Great Path is formless, without Spiritual Energy, in this little exhausted world, progressing further is almost impossible with their lifespans.

Lin Xin’s perfect, complete Taoist Intent, however, could only be fully cultivated with the assistance of Spiritual Energy. So no matter how much they hesitate, if they wish to advance further, they will definitely come to seek him out.

At that time, he could legitimately take this group of people to the so-called Cave Heaven Stone Mansion to practice Qi Cultivation and contemplate the Great Path.

And as for the so-called Cave Heaven Stone Mansion, Lin Xin had already let the dwarves in his territory build it.

As long as an entirely enclosed environment was formed, unless someone’s cultivation reached the Fourth Rank, he wouldn’t let them know about the existence of the Void Territory’s ghost realm.

Zhao Wumian’s figure paused, then continued to lead people away at an accelerated pace.

He hadn’t even had the chance to use the universe in his sleeves today before the other’s mood instantly broke through it. Utterly defeated.

This Taoist, he was already more than just a Grandmaster.

Lin Xin watched from afar as Phoenix Clear Hall’s group left, taking away the corpses on the ground, leaving only dried puddles of blood.

"He achieved the effect he wanted, as for that hunchback, with mediocre aptitude and yet, venomous eyes and twisted nature, it’s his own fault for seeking death."

"Prince," he turned around, looking at the stupefied Prince of Cleanliness and Huang Sheng and others.

Being addressed by him, Prince of Cleanliness suddenly came back to his senses.

"Divine Monarch!"

He was vaguely overwhelmed with excitement.

"What does the Divine Monarch command!?"

"Does the Prince know where the people from Jiuhua Hall and Phoenix Clear Hall have gone?" Lin Xin asked, not wanting to waste time in this small world, planning to get to the matter as quickly as possible.

"This... Divine Monarch... are you planning to..."

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On the outskirts of Fengyi town, a wasteland on the prairie.

The soldiers of Jiuhua Hall were standing off against a group of men in blue and white robes arranged in formations.

Hidden Weapon Master Xiao Shu stood with hands behind his back in the midst of the military formation, coldly watching over here.

Sun Xiaojun, leading alone on a horse, reversed in his hand a black steel silver phoenix spear, looking frosty and equally fixed on Xiao Shu.

On each side, a row of experts stood face to face, one on one, neither giving in.

"Xiao Shu, it’s you again!" Sun Xiaojun said indifferently.

"Old Sun, long time no see, you’re still so vigorous in your old age," replied Xiao Shu.

Xiao Shu, a man in his fifties, appeared much like someone in their thirties.

"The Phoenix Cry Hairpin is an artifact of the Imperial Court. Do you Phoenix Clear Hall really want to intervene and gather strength to confront us, not afraid of total annihilation?" Sun Xiaojun stated calmly.

"Afraid, of course, but there are some things, if you don’t fight for them, then you’ll never get the chance to," Xiao Shu said with a smile.

Behind him, among the group of people in green and white clothes, Yao Yuanhui stood at the very end, gazing from afar at the members of Jiuhua Hall in front of her, her heart once again recalling the bloody tragedy where her entire family was slaughtered.

At this moment, new hatred and old grudges surged up in her heart.

"Jiuhua Hall!"

She gritted her teeth and said.

"Don’t be impulsive!" Yao Qing extended his hand to hold his sister back, shaking his head at her.

After they returned, their father had died not long after from exhaustion due to the fierce fighting, causing his internal organs to fail.

Now, the two of them were all that remained of their entire family.

Uncle Wang Jin was also suffering from serious internal injuries and was still recuperating. According to the doctor, it was estimated that he would be left with sequelae and chronic conditions.

This was how Jianghu was—if one was not careful, they could end up with a lifelong disability.

All of this was caused by none other than Jiuhua Hall and the current Imperial Court.

At this moment, the hatred the siblings harbored for Jiuhua Hall in their hearts could not be washed away even by the coursing rivers and seas.

At this time, the tension between the two sides was growing, and Sun Xiaojun and Xiao Shu’s conversation was becoming more and more strained, looking like they might come to blows at any time.

Both sides had drawn so many people, naturally not just for show.

The wind was growing stronger, causing the grass on the plains to lean slightly, toppling over large swathes of grass stems.

Sun Xiaojun’s spear in his hand began to tremble slightly.

Xiao Shu also placed a black flying dagger in his hand, his expression becoming cold.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense and taut.

"Boundless Heavenly Venerable."

Suddenly, from both sides, everyone heard someone speak out in a clear voice.

In the distance, another group of people was rapidly approaching them.

Leading them was none other than Prince Qing and others, with Lin Xin carrying five longswords on his back.

"Thousand-Hand Divine Monarch..."

Sun Xiaojun’s expression turned serious at once.

Xiao Shu had just arrived and hadn’t received the news; he didn’t recognize the newcomers or their allegiance.

Someone by his side approached and whispered to him, and only then did he realize that it was people from Prince Zhou’s residence who had arrived.

Lin Xin rode at the forefront, glancing over the many people present, and felt overjoyed in his heart. Everyone was here, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"Boundless Heavenly Venerable," he greeted them once again, his voice clear enough to reach the ears of hundreds present, as if speaking right beside their ears.

"All lay practitioners here are fated to my Lakeside Mountain Sect. I have specifically come here to guide and convert you all."

Uh...

Prince Qing was somewhat confused. He thought for a moment and then leaned over to ask in a low voice,

"Divine Monarch...?"

The other people were similarly dumbfounded.

There were at least three to four hundred people present, more than half of which were experts from the Imperial Court’s Jiuhua Hall and Fengqing Palace.

This force, if arrayed, could break in and out of an army of tens of thousands numerous times.

What exactly was the Thousand-Hand Divine Monarch up to by starting with such words?

Sun Xiaojun and Xiao Shu were also a bit stunned.

"Have we encountered a fool?"

Xiao Shu started to laugh.

The people behind him also laughed along.

But Sun Xiaojun did not laugh, Yao Yuanhui did not laugh, and even most of the Jiuhua Hall experts did not laugh.

With only one side laughing, the mood suddenly became a bit eerie.

Lin Xin, however, narrowed his eyes.

Looking at Xiao Shu.

"Lay practitioner, you are fated with me, not just you, your whole family is fated with me."

He paused and then started to smile.

"Heaven’s will has brought me here specially to guide the lay practitioner. It would be wise not to make things difficult for me."

The smile on Xiao Shu’s face abruptly stiffened.

Since he started his path, he had never heard anyone dare to speak to him like this, outright threatening his family?

"This Taoist is courting death!!"

His expression darkened, intending to teach the other a lesson personally, to let him know that words should not be carelessly spoken.

Several experts by his side saw the cue and charged out, riding towards Lin Xin.

Another group of people separated to surround Lin Xin and his group.

Crossbows were swiftly aimed at Lin Xin.

"Boundless Heavenly Venerable."

Lin Xin rode out, withdrawing a longsword with his back hand and pointing it diagonally at the ground.

"Since the lay practitioner remains unenlightened, then please accompany me on a trip," he said as he rode directly toward Xiao Shu.

"Kill!" A group of Fengqing Palace experts charged forward, their swords gleaming with a shimmering light, and they thunderously enclosed Lin Xin from all directions.

Shi-shi-shi!!!

A second wave of people rushed forward, enveloping him tightly, with all swords piercing through gaps between the bodies in front of them.

A third group of people leaped into the air, aiming their swords at the center from above.

Dozens of people formed a formation and instantly submerged Lin Xin in the center, engulfing him in a large ball of bodies.

"Divine Monarch!!" Prince Qing and the others tensed up, filled with concern.

"Insolent fools."

Xiao Shu said coldly, then paid no more attention.

Boom!!!

At that moment, the ball formed by dozens of Fengqing Palace experts exploded outwards.

Droves of people were thrown into the air like raindrops, crashing down onto the surrounding ground.

Lin Xin stood unscathed at the original spot, smiling at the corner of his mouth, still walking step by step toward Xiao Shu.

PS: Today I went to the hospital for a pregnancy check-up with my wife; we only got back home after 10 pm... I’m sorry to everyone for the delay, it’s the first time the update has been late... Apologies.