The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 318 - 317: The Four Swords of Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon

Chapter 318: Chapter 317: The Four Swords of Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon

At the top of the stone stele, it read, "Wind, Snow and Moon."

Beneath it, it was written: "Wind-Slaying, Waning Flower, Snow-Burying, Cold Moon."

The final introduction of each move:

"Wind-Slaying, the wind leaves no trace, the sword makes no sound!" Lin Bai looked at the move Wind-Slaying, whispering it aloud.

Suddenly, in front of Lin Bai, a shadow of a person emanated from the stele. The figure stood straight up, a sharp sword in hand, arrogantly overlooking the heavens. As Lin Bai spoke these words, the shadow swiftly swung the sword in front of him.

Lin Bai was stunned! The shadow’s sword skill was not only extraordinarily sharp but also incredibly fast.

As quick as lightning, as swift as the wind, so rapid it could cut the surrounding wind.

The wind, being without form, shadowless, tasteless, yet this sword could cut it down!

It was terrifyingly astonishing!

"He’s teaching me!" Lin Bai quickly realized, drew his Qingge Sword, and followed the shadow’s movements.

Faster and faster, faster and faster.

So fast that by the end, Lin Bai’s Qingge sword could no longer be seen with the naked eye.

Half an hour later, Lin Bai, drenched in sweat, sheathed his sword, and the shadow on the stele disappeared.

"The Flower among the Wind, Snow, and Moon."

"Waning Flower, unparalleled style, the end-of-year withered flower."

As soon as Lin Bai finished reciting, a shadow once again appeared on the stele.

But this shadow, at this moment, was filled with a sense of desolation and sadness.

Swinging its sword, it infused all its desolation and sadness into the Sword Intention, transforming it into a terrifyingly powerful sword skill, which made all living beings Under Heaven tremble under its somber aura.

While practicing this move, Lin Bai thought of someone.

He thought of Murong Yeshen.

Murong Yeshen, once so glorious in the Spirit Sword Sect, gifted beyond measure, hailed as the disciple with the most talent under Su Cang, venerated and pursued by all the warriors of the Spirit Sword Sect, was a Divine Alliance Warrior, a Sword Alliance Warrior.

Yet he ended up dying under Lin Bai’s sword.

Murong Yeshen, just like what this move described: no matter how unparalleled your style is, or how gifted, at the end of your life, you are nothing more than a withered flower fallen on the ground.

Even the most beautiful flower has its moment of withering.

Even the most powerful person will have their moment of death.

When life comes to an end, it is nothing more than a withered flower.

"Snow-Burying, the weeping of the sky, the snow of twilight."

This move, the figure didn’t dance with its sword but directly tore open the sky with it.

In this move, Lin Bai felt boundless cold, as if this move would wipe out all the accumulated snow in the world.

"Cold Moon, Cold Moon’s cold heart, lovesickness becoming an illness."

The figure stood still, calmly raising its head to gaze at the bright moon in the sky.

At this moment, he was no longer afraid of the moonlight.

Because the moonlight was cold, and his heart was also cold.

But he missed the person he once was even more.

Because I am also cold, so I fear not this cold world.

Looking at the shadow’s movements, Lin Bai noticed different feelings from the Sword Intention.

"It seems like the life of a sword cultivator."

"As a youth, he was high-spirited, with exceptional swordsmanship, ambitiously aiming for the highest, swearing to cut down the elusive, shadowless wind."

"In his youth, he saw his parents aging and eventually pass away, watching loved ones leave his side one by one, like flowers that had bloomed, only to wither."

"In his middle age, he seemed to see the end of his own life approaching like the descending snow, as if to bury him. With a furious sweep of his sword, he cleared all the accumulated snow that threatened to bury him. He wanted to live..."

"In his twilight years, he relinquished worldly honors and wealth, knowing the indifference of this world. No matter how exceptional you are, or how talented, without immortality, time will take away everything."

"He understood, but he also realized that it was too late. What could an elderly man do with the passion in his body cooled? He could only sit with a freezing heart, looking at the cold moon."

"He longed for his past self, the young man who vowed to cut down the wind. If he still had that passion, he would draw his sword and ascend the Nine Heavens, searching for the path to everlasting life!"

Lin Bai opened his eyes, looking at the stone stele. "I don’t know whether I have grasped the true meaning, but these are my insights," he said tranquilly.

Lin Bai stood up and respectfully bowed, saying, "Today, I’ve learnt the four swords, Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon, from you. I will remember that time is fleeting and will not waste it. I’ll strive for the pinnacle of martial art and search for the path to immortality!"

Whoosh——

When Lin Bai finished speaking, the words on the stone stele suddenly turned into black smoke and disappeared.

After the words disappeared, sixteen new words appeared on the stone stele.

"Fear fucking nothing, be courageous and take risks!"

"Don’t wait until you’re old to regret!"

Lin Bai almost choked when he saw these sixteen words. "It seems that this senior was quite free-spirited," Lin Bai thought hilariously.

"I will keep your cautionary words in mind, senior," Lin Bai said courteously.

The divine power was grasped by Lin Bai, and the remaining force on this divine stele all disappeared.

The ocean breeze blew and eroded the stone stele into dust, which was blown into the sea.

"It’s a pity that I wasn’t able to know the senior’s name. Should I ever find out, I would surely visit his hometown," Lin Bai said wistfully as he watched the stone stele erode into dust.

Only a warrior with supernatural talents in swordplay could have created such extraordinary techniques.

No matter how weak your martial soul is, be courageous and let your own dim light shine.

Be brave and move forward, even if you offend everyone. I have a sword that can rival everyone.

Move forward bravely, and with the sword in your hand, turn all your enemies blocking your way into dust.

Lin Bai understood the meaning behind the Four Swords of Wind and Snow.

The Four Swords Technique was exceptionally powerful. Besides the first technique, the rest were filled with regret: that he had not tried harder in his youth, that he had been afraid of the path ahead. Later in life, having done nothing noteworthy, he could only wait for death.

Amid his regrets, his sword art broke through once more, creating the techniques of Snow-Burying and Cold Moon.

Lin Bai walked back, considering the learning of these four techniques during his trip overseas a pleasant surprise.

Just half an hour later.

Lin Bai emerged from the depths of the peach grove.

Hua Qinghai, Hua Wanqing, Liu Beixing, and Su Xianmei were all waiting anxiously for him.

"You’re out so soon?" Liu Beixing looked at Lin Bai in surprise.

"Hehe, need you ask? He must have failed to pass the Nine Turns Eight Immortals Formation and decided to retreat," Hua Wanqing said confidently.

Not long ago, Hua Wanqing returned from training at the Canghai Yuntai Palace, believing that he had reached the Fifth Layer of the Heaven Martial Realm. Even he, considered to be a high-ranking young warrior, had been trapped in the formation for three days and three nights. It was only when Hua Qinghai came to rescue him that he managed to escape.

"How could a warrior of the Second Layer of the Heaven Martial Realm possibly solve the Nine Turns Eight Immortals Formation!" Hua Wanqing said scornfully.

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