The old man and the young man wore almost identical blue Daoist robes, with the cosmic trigrams embroidered on their hems. Both carried swords slanting across their backs, and the exquisite cages in their hands glowed faintly. Naturally, I recognized them. Those were sword cages!
One sword cage held the sword souls of generations of disciples of the Qiankun Dao, while the other held sword pellets used by its cultivators born with innate sword bodies. There were countless numbers of them. Once released, they could churn rivers and overturn seas, accomplishing anything! They were hailed as the strongest treasures in the Nine Provinces!
"The Chan Sect of Yuezhou!" someone in the crowd cried. Clearly, everyone knew these two all too well. That made sense, though. Li Taichong was now publicly recognized as the strongest Sword Saint in the Nine Provinces, and his disciple naturally could not be far behind. The mere mention of them made everyone pale and tense up.
"Heh, to think that you've also advanced to the Deity Transformation realm, fellow Daoist Sword Saint Li. Congratulations. And now you can't wait to come looking for trouble?" Ren Zhi's face darkened. This time, he did not hand the Life-Directing Flying Knife straight to Zhou Qiping. Instead, he aimed it at Li Taichong!
Apparently, they knew each other. Otherwise, Ren Zhi would not have addressed Li Taichong as Sword Saint Li. Thinking about it, that made sense too. One headed the Chan Sect, and the other headed the Jie Sect. It would have been strange if their paths had never crossed.
"Hahaha, Ren Zhi! Didn't I say so? Actually, when you first broke through the boundary and ascended here, I knew your fortune on the Dao was extraordinary and that you would achieve great things one day. Later, you kept