Is Myriad Swords Return to the Source Really Real?

The Azure Profound Sect group settled into the teahouse.

Though Mei Lan felt somewhat awkward, Zhou Yun was her sister-in-law's younger brother after all. Since he had asked to stay, what could she say?

She could only clear out several upper rooms and entertain them with fine wine and good food.

Over the past few days, every waiter in the teahouse had been bottling up their anger, daring to rage but not daring to speak.

Especially whenever they saw Zhou Yun's overbearing, finger-pointing face, they itched to go up and slap him twice.

But he was a sect disciple. They could not afford to provoke him.

Jiang Yuan, on the other hand, remained exceedingly calm, secretly observing the Azure Profound Sect disciples.

The somewhat older Zhao You appeared refined and easygoing on the surface, but he was actually deep-minded and difficult to deal with.

Zhang Sheng, meanwhile, was a brute, though he was no easy target either.

As for Guan Ling, who appeared to be the youngest...

Jiang Yuan narrowed his eyes.

This girl and Zhou Yun had comparatively lower cultivation, seemingly only around the seventh or eighth level of Qi Condensation, yet her eyesight was the keenest.

He had deliberately concealed his aura, but she could still tell that he was a martial artist.

She had secretly watched him several times.

Of course, Jiang Yuan was not particularly concerned about any of that.

More importantly, from their conversations, Jiang Yuan had learned that the Azure Profound Sect was likely a sect that mainly cultivated the Sword Dao.

The Sword Dao!

He had just obtained the Primordial Sword Body and was precisely lacking sword techniques!

Was this not like receiving a pillow just as sleep came calling?

Jiang Yuan began making plans.

Over the next few days.

Jiang Yuan's storytelling became noticeably more spirited.

Moreover, every story he told was a martial arts tale related to swords.

The Nine Swords of Dugu, the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, the Six Meridian Divine Sword, the Evil-Exorcising Sword Manual...

Fortunately, he had read quite a few martial arts novels in his past life. He told the tales with great flair, as though he had witnessed them himself.

The stories themselves were already thrilling, and with their connection to swords, even the Azure Profound Sect disciples gradually went from dismissive indifference to growing interest. They actually sat among the other customers and listened with relish.

Guan Ling in particular.

Whenever Jiang Yuan told a story, the girl would set aside whatever she was doing and listen with utmost attention.

That day, Jiang Yuan reached the part about Myriad Swords Return to the Source from Storm Riders, speaking so vividly that spittle flew.

"Nameless held the Hero Sword, and sword intent soared into the heavens. His entire body transformed into a streak of sword light."

"In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, and wind and clouds surged. Countless streams of sword qi erupted from Nameless's body, blanketing the sky and sweeping across all directions. The sight was utterly magnificent!"

"Though Jue Wushen had the Indestructible Golden Body protecting him, even he could not withstand the supreme sword intent of Myriad Swords Return to the Source. He was blasted back step by step!"

"Ten thousand qi are born of themselves; the sword pierces the ruined acupoints."

"The martial arts return to their origin; the sect's legacy runs deep and long."

"So that peerless sword art required one to first destroy one's own martial arts before being reborn from the flames!"

"This was Myriad—Swords—Return—to—the—Source!"

Smack!

Jiang Yuan struck the sounding block, and an invisible sword qi seemed to surge through the teahouse, jolting everyone awake.

"Wonderful! Wonderfully told!"

"Myriad Swords Return to the Source—it sounds incredible!"

Though the customers could not understand what those incantations meant, they felt their blood boil and goosebumps rise all over their bodies.

Even the Azure Profound Sect disciples could not help crying out in praise.

Those who practiced the sword better understood the weight behind Myriad Swords Return to the Source, and they had completely immersed themselves in it.

"Ten thousand qi are born of themselves; the sword pierces the ruined acupoints..."

At those words, Guan Ling murmured to herself. A flash of excitement suddenly crossed her clear eyes as she rose and looked toward Jiang Yuan.

"Sir, may I ask... does such a sword art truly exist in this world?"

Jiang Yuan put on a mysterious air, stroking his beard with a smile. "Miss, it is only a story. It cannot be taken seriously."

At that, the Azure Profound Sect disciples all laughed.

"Hahaha... that's right, Junior Sister. This old gentleman is certainly eloquent, but if such a sword art truly existed, how could our Azure Profound Sect possibly not know of it?"

"Junior Sister, we know you are doing this for Senior Brother Guan, but you cannot blindly seek treatment in your desperation."

"Is that so..."

A trace of disappointment flashed through Guan Ling's eyes, but she still thanked him politely and returned to her seat.

Yet inwardly, she was even more puzzled.

Was this old gentleman truly just telling stories?

Why was it that when he described those sword arts, it felt...

as though he had seen them with his own eyes?

That night.

The moon shone bright among sparse stars, while the cold wind sighed bleakly.

In the teahouse's rear courtyard, Jiang Yuan stood alone, holding a tree branch he had casually picked up. His eyes were closed as he concentrated.

Suddenly.

He raised his hand in a flick, and the branch actually swung out a stream of sword qi. It glimmered with a cold edge beneath the moonlight before striking a bluestone slab some distance away, leaving behind an exceptionally deep crack.

Immediately afterward, his body seemed to move of its own accord as he practiced several rudimentary sword techniques.

These sword techniques were all basic ones, which he had traded for from wandering martial artists over the past few days.

Though rudimentary, in his hands they appeared incomparably exquisite, as though every original flaw in the moves had been remedied.

"Just as I thought..."

Excitement flashed through Jiang Yuan's eyes. He discovered that so long as he saw any sword move once, he could learn seventy or eighty percent of it. Furthermore, bolstered by his innate sword intent, it became unfathomably profound.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Primordial Sword Body.

When it came to talent in the Sword Dao, perhaps no one could surpass him.

"Who's there!"

At that moment, Jiang Yuan sensed a figure spying on him from nearby and swung a fierce stream of sword qi with a backhand slash.

The figure was startled and hurriedly twisted aside to evade the strike.

"Sir, it's me! Please don't attack!"

"Miss Guan?"

Once he saw the figure clearly, Jiang Yuan's brow twitched. "Miss, spying on this old man in the middle of the night... could it be that you harbor improper intentions?"

Guan Ling walked out helplessly, looking at Jiang Yuan with a complicated expression.

She cultivated the Azure Profound Sect's most superior cultivation method. When she deliberately concealed her aura, she was almost impossible to detect unless the other party's senses were even stronger than hers.

But how could that be possible?

Guan Ling forced a smile. "Sir, you jest. This junior merely happened to sense an extremely powerful sword intent. So it was Sir practicing swordsmanship here."

"Miss, you jest. This old man was merely idle and playing around with a tree branch. What sword intent could there be?" Jiang Yuan's expression did not change.

This old fox was telling barefaced lies.

Guan Ling grumbled inwardly, then smiled lightly. "Sir is too modest. Though this junior's cultivation is not high, my perception of sword intent is rather keen."

"Your sword intent is so strong that it is rarely seen even within the Azure Profound Sect."

"This junior also studies the sword. Might I ask for a little guidance?"

She had made up her mind.

Tonight, she had to test the true depth of this old gentleman who had made her so curious.

If he truly was a reclusive master, perhaps her elder brother could be saved!