Attacker from the East Sea

Nalan Ming Laughed Hearing This.

He suddenly realized the old Daoist indeed still had his old temperament, at least he wouldn't lie to him.

Immediately, he cupped his hands and said, "In springtime, Xuantian Sect will also have elders bringing disciples to Kunlun Sword Sect. By then, I'll have to ask your beloved disciple to show mercy!"

After speaking, he laughed with Wang Ruowang, "Martial Brother, let's go to the North Slope to see Tianshan Sword Sect!"

Wang Ruowang cupped his hands to the old Daoist and said, "Thank you, Daoist Brother, for showing mercy!"

Then, he and Nalan Ming turned into a breeze and flew towards the outside of the mountain gate.

While in the wind, he quietly asked, "Great Elder, could it be that you cannot break that sword?"

Nalan Ming shook his head and sighed, "Not to hide it from you, I can't think of anyone who can break that sword."

Wang Ruowang's expression turned serious upon hearing this, and he stopped talking.

Nalan Ming added, "This old man is a madman. There are probably very few people in the world who are his opponents... However, even he makes miscalculations."

Wang Ruowang asked, "What do you mean?"

"What do you think of him accepting that disciple?"

Nalan Ming gave a cold smile, "A heaven-defying master, yet he accepts a disciple who is only in the Foundation Establishment Realm and has just started practicing sword."

Wang Ruowang nodded thoughtfully.

He gave a light smile, "It seems that springtime at Kunlun Sword Sect will surely be lively!"

Until the two of them disappeared into the wind and snow.

Only then did the old Daoist sigh and say, "Junior Sister, these two fellows are like you, coming for the divine sword. They'll probably go look for you."

Dongfang Nishang responded with an "oh" and then asked thoughtfully, "Is there really a divine sword?"

"Junior Sister, aren't you a divine sword yourself?"

The old Daoist laughed, "Junior Sister, isn't it easy for you to break my sword?"

He then added, "Nalan Ming of Xuantian Sect has cultivated Ten Thousand Swords Merge Into One. Junior Sister, you should be careful if you fight him."

Dongfang Nishang's expression changed instantly upon hearing this.

She muttered to herself, "Do you think he will draw his sword against me?"

The old Daoist did not answer. Instead, he looked down at Wang Xian and asked, "Did you see my sword clearly?"

Wang Xian shook his head, "Master's sword was too fast... Disciple only seems to have understood the reason behind it."

"That's not bad either!"

The old Daoist walked towards the main hall, chattering with Wang Xian as he went.

"That old man is the Great Elder of Tianshan Xuantian Sect. His sword strike transforms into three, or even more, just like it says in the Daoist scripture."

Wang Xian nodded, "Is it like the scripture says: Dao Sheng Yi, Yi Sheng Er, Er Sheng San, San Sheng Wan Wu?"

"Correct, exactly!"

The old Daoist shook his head and said, "Sometimes, if you really want to kill someone, you don't need Ten Thousand Swords Merge Into One. You only need to cut out the strongest sword, and that's enough."

Wang Xian laughed, "Just like Master, cutting out a sword with no trace?"

The old Daoist suddenly laughed upon hearing this.

While laughing, he corrected, "Nalan Old Man's Ten Thousand Swords Merge Into One is quite good, but if you can't even achieve a sword with no trace, how can you talk about ten thousand swords?"

Wang Xian nodded forcefully.

The old Daoist added, "When masters meet, they must go all out. Just like just now, if your eyes can't see clearly, why not close them and see with your heart!"

Wang Xian chuckled, "That makes sense."

The twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Waking up in the morning, Wang Xian, who was sitting at the table copying Daoist scriptures, saw a note left by his master on the table: "Master is going down the mountain to buy New Year's goods. I'll be back before dark."

Wang Xian ground ink while pondering.

The New Year was coming in the blink of an eye. He wondered when his Senior Sister would return to the mountain.

He heard his master nag every day. Thinking about his Senior Sister, whom he had never met, he wondered if she would practice sword with him when she returned.

He spent an hour copying Daoist scriptures and another hour practicing the movement technique taught by his Martial Uncle.

Wang Xian tried to search for the ethereal feeling of Ta Xue Wu Hen, only to realize he was overthinking.

Just as he fell from mid-air and landed face-first in the snow, like a dog gnawing on mud.

Wang Xian, lying in the snow, saw a splash of bright red.

His heart gave a thump.

"Oh no, could it be that Master forgot to activate the mountain gate's grand formation when he went down the mountain? Why are two women here today?"

Looking out, he saw two figures, one in red and one in white, slowly approaching on the mountain path.

One moment they were on the mountainside, the next they were in front of him.

Nangong Feiyan, in a white robe, looking like a banished immortal, was stunned as she looked at Wang Xian, who was staring blankly in the snow.

Subconsciously, she asked, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

Wang Xian stood up from the snow and asked warily, "Did you come to the wrong place? The Sword Sect is on the north slope!"

Nangong Zhilan, in a red robe, couldn't help but smile upon hearing this, "Little fellow, where is the old Daoist priest?"

"Who are you? Master went down the mountain to buy New Year's goods!"

When Wang Xian heard they were looking for his master, he immediately thought of the two old men from yesterday and his martial uncle from the Sword Sect.

"Oh, you're Old Jin's disciple?"

Nangong Feiyan gave a light smile and walked towards the main hall.

She replied, "My surname is Nangong, and I'm from the East Sea... This is my junior sister. We'll just wait here for your master to return!"

Without Wang Xian needing to host them, the two women entered the main hall themselves.

Nangong Zhilan started a fire and poured snow water into the kettle, making spirit tea herself.

The sword marks Wang Xian had left on the table had already been erased by the old Daoist priest.

What entered Nangong Feiyan's eyes was just a pool of unsolidified ink and a stack of Daoist scriptures handwritten by Wang Xian.

After just a glance, she let out a leisurely sigh, "Junior Sister, look at the words. It seems there's a hint of sword qi within them."

Nangong Zhilan turned her head and glanced, then smiled faintly, "If Old Jin didn't have this ability, he wouldn't be worth Senior Sister traveling so far to see."

Seeing that the two women were ignoring him, Wang Xian lost the mood to entertain guests.

He hadn't finished his homework for the day.

He immediately took out his wooden sword and wildly slashed at the snowflakes falling in the wind.

For a moment, the cold wind was filled with the sounds of "Swoosh swoosh swoosh!" from the wooden sword.

"Senior Sister, look quickly! Old Jin has taken in a young man in the Foundation Establishment Realm... He's practicing his sword in the wind and snow. Oh, it's a wooden sword, how interesting!"

Nangong Zhilan's voice sounded a bit weak, "I really can't understand this strange old man!"

Nangong Feiyan was even more surprised.

Although Yunqi Daoist Temple on the Kunlun South Slope wasn't one of the Four Great Sects, it was an existence like a banished immortal.

She really couldn't understand why the disciple the old Daoist priest had taken in was so pitifully weak.

Yunqi Temple's reputation was no less than that of Kunlun Sword Sect, but the old Daoist priest was famously quirky and never willing to take disciples.

This made it seem ethereal and less prosperous, but he didn't need to rush to find a young man to fill the numbers, did he?

Was this to continue the lineage?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile faintly, "Why do you care about him? We just need to remember our purpose for coming here!"

Nangong Zhilan laughed, "If the old Daoist priest knew we came for the divine sword, would he be so scared he wouldn't dare to return to the mountain?"

"You're too late!"

With a "Swoosh!", he cut out a sword, missing the falling snowflakes in the wind by a hair's breadth...

Wang Xian was so angry he yelled loudly, "The two old men who came yesterday have already left!"

"Why?"

Nangong Zhilan was greatly startled upon hearing this, "Where did the two old men come from? What did they take with them?"

Shaking his head, Wang Xian cut out another sword.

He coldly replied, "They came here to demand the divine sword... After fighting with Master, they went to the Kunlun Sword Sect to the north to find my martial uncle."

"Brothers, please give me a vote!"