Super Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1614 - 1615: My Sword is Lawless

Chapter 1614: Chapter 1615: My Sword is Lawless

A domineering sword strike that came not only ferocious, but incomprehensibly fast.

Even Yu Yanshu could only feel that, in an instant, the sword’s dharma body had already arrived before the two Luo Clan disciples.

Such speed refreshed Yu Yanshu’s understanding of swordsmanship. She had seen Su Chengyu’s creations—those emanating an absolute pressure born of universal truths, had witnessed the domineering strikes of Earth Immortals, whose overwhelming power defied reason.

But none of those sword techniques, sword stances, or sword intents were as fast as the strike unleashed by Wan Qiu Daoist.

At that moment, it seemed as though heaven and earth conspired to open the way for Wan Qiu’s sword, and even time itself seemed frozen by its momentum.

Yu Yanshu didn’t yet understand how Wan Qiu achieved this, but she realized one thing, clearly and profoundly.

Within this vast universe, certain phenomena transcend comprehension, unbound by the constraints of heaven and earth.

A peculiar seed, unnoticed, began to plant itself deep within Yu Yanshu’s heart, slowly taking root and sprouting...

Bang!

The sound of thunder roaring in a clear sky exploded within the tomb, the massive impact instinctively forcing Yu Yanshu to take a step back.

Gazing upon the massive dharma-body sword momentum dissipating into nothingness in the distance, Yu Yanshu snapped back to alertness.

"Someone else is here?"

"Otherwise? Do you truly think I would target such younglings with such heavy-handedness?"

Wan Qiu’s earlier sword momentum wasn’t the peak of his life’s achievements, but it was undoubtedly without reservation—more astonishing even than the strike he used to slay the Demon Monarch in Jiangbei. Naturally, his target wasn’t the two before him.

"Your vision and swordsmanship are impressive. With power like yours backing them, why not directly discuss this with my clan? Returning them to their ancestral land is no great matter; would I really deny Mount Longhu such face?"

"Hmm?"

Yu Yanshu turned back in surprise, only to see Wan Qiu Daoist coldly chuckling, clearly used to such situations.

"Not Zhao Danping, that man doesn’t deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as me."

"Not him? Don’t jest—among swordmasters of this caliber, aside from Celestial Master Zhao, who else could..."

Halfway through speaking, the voice hidden in shadow suddenly stopped, as if realizing something.

Wan Qiu Daoist observed calmly, then spoke, "Have you figured out who I am?"

"It seems I was blind. I didn’t expect that it would be Quanzhen Sect’s Wan Qiu True Master making a visit. My earlier words were disrespectful."

"No need for apologies; after all, that man’s reputation does overshadow mine. However, you did make one mistake—I’ve long since left Quanzhen. That’s common knowledge in the world."

Of the famed four seasonal masters of the Quanzhen Sect, all had vanished from public view long ago.

Among them, Master Chang Chun accepted an imperial summons to serve as Dean of the Imperial Observatory, while Master Zhi Xia remained stationed in Quanzhen. The others, Long Dong and Wan Qiu, departed the sect after Chang Chun’s move to the Capital City—a fact widely known across the world.

Most believed this orchestrated by Xia Country’s designs, yet few knew that their departure allowed Quanzhen to rival Mount Longhu in power as one of the Four Major Taoist Sects.

However, to the individuals involved, their legacy remained unchanged: with or without Quanzhen, they were always true masters of the sect.

Long Dong epitomized this; Wan Qiu, even more so.

"Daoist, you jest. Even if you are neither Mount Longhu nor Qingcheng, with your strength you can negotiate with my Luo Clan to have this little demon return to its ancestral land, unless..."

"Don’t give me ’unless’. If you want to fight, then fight. Why spew nonsense? Even Zhao Danping, who came to spar swords with me, wasn’t this long-winded."

Wan Qiu unabashedly interrupted, allowing Yu Yanshu to breathe a sigh of relief. She hadn’t expected the opponent to be so perceptive, deducing the irregularities from mere behavior alone.

Thankfully, Wan Qiu was quick to deflect, cutting the topic short. Prolonging the conversation would only risk revealing clues, perhaps even implicating her master.

Her mentor’s identity must remain hidden, especially from those in the Capital City.

"Wan Qiu True Master’s demeanor, it seems, is not as aloof as rumors say. Nonetheless, this is fortuitous; I’ve been waiting for the chance to test the heights of the one reputed to stand alone atop the world’s Sword Dao!"

As the words faded, a shadow darted from the darkness, two contrasting sickles of black and white flying swiftly toward Wan Qiu True Master.

Yu Yanshu gazed at the vague forms accompanying the sickles, their deathly aura reminiscent of the Black and White Impermanence, and her breath hitched. She could almost confirm that the attacker’s cultivation level was no less than a High Grade Martial Emperor.

"Peak-level,"

Wan Qiu’s voice rang in Yu Yanshu’s mind, as if sensing her thoughts. Surprised, she couldn’t fathom why Wan Qiu still had the leisure to transmit messages despite facing such an adversary.

"Even among Peak-level cultivators, there are disparities. Has your master ever confronted Long Xuan?"

"Once, in Dongying, and later felt his pressure during his engagement in the Capital City."

"That boy’s gifts surpass even your master’s. His innate fate as an Immortal enables him to continually tread his own flawless path forward. I don’t know where your journey will lead you, but remember this: ascension to unparalleled strength requires surpassing your level and stepping beyond your realm—the Power of the Great Dao is indispensable."

"Like my master?"

"Him? Close enough, though he’s somewhat different. Can you discern which Dao this opponent walks?"

"He walks a path as well?"

"He does, but his insights pale compared to Long Xuan’s, or even your master’s."

Yu Yanshu stared at the Black and White Impermanence’s forms being swept aside by Wan Qiu in a single strike. Holding the sword single-handedly, Wan Qiu caught one sickle mid-air and hurled it into a nearby wall with crushing force.

Meanwhile, the other sickle somehow appeared behind Wan Qiu unnoticed, its murderous aura erupting as it aimed unwaveringly for his vital point.

Clang!

Sparks flew, the clash of murderous qi and sword qi enveloping the tomb entirely, blinding Yu Yanshu’s vision despite possessing the Primordial Eye. Pain assaulted her as her sight failed.

A familiar sensation...

"The Road of Destruction?"

"Correct. Your master carries potent Qi of Slaughter as well. If you couldn’t discern this, you’d truly be wasting those eyes of yours."

Yu Yanshu exhaled deeply, relieved not to have disappointed her master.

"Before choosing your Dao, learn to distinguish. You may recognize only one path, but you must grasp its essence, to understand what you wish to claim from it."

The Heavenly Dao consists of fifty strands, the Great Dao holding seven, the world functioning across forty-nine...

Even among the Great Dao, each path branches into seven variations. Most cultivators fail to find their ascendant path not for lack of opportunities, but because even those who reach Earth Immortal rarely fuse Heavenly Dao powers into their techniques—this lies at the crux of failure.

"Senior, what path do you walk?"

Suddenly struck by the thought, Yu Yanshu blurted out the question, puzzled not to sense any connection between Wan Qiu and the Heavenly Dao.

Hearing the query within his mind, Wan Qiu paused briefly before bursting into open laughter.

"Hahaha! Me? My sword walks no Dao!"