The pursuit began at Fruitful Accomplishment Temple, passed through the vegetable garden and the official road with its great banyan tree, the vast wild mountains and the high peak at their end, the plains filled with fireworks, the ruined temples and lonely graves with nowhere to speak of sorrow, and seemed about to stretch on without end.
Thirty years had passed since Yin San reincarnated and began cultivating anew. He had already recovered to the wandering the wilds realm, roughly equal to Zhao Layue and Liu S sui, or even slightly below them. By rights, he could never have defeated their combined strength. The problem was that, although he had cultivated anew for only thirty years, he had already lived in this world for a thousand long years.
He had used more flying swords than Zhao Layue and Liu S sui had ever seen, knew more Daoist arts than they had ever seen, and had fought countless times more battles.
No matter how Zhao Layue and Liu S sui attacked, he could respond with the most appropriate method. All manner of Daoist arts blossomed like flowers between his fingers, constantly changing without a single repetition. The sword techniques of Green Mountain's various peaks, in particular, came effortlessly to him. He wielded them with such freedom and ease that even the word "perfect" could not describe them.
Blood scattered over mountains, rivers, and lakes, most of it from Zhao Layue and Liu S sui. Their clothes were already in tatters, their bodies covered in wounds.
Watching the figure ahead, like a great bird, and thinking of the countless battles over the past two days and more, they felt not only shock but considerable admiration. They thought that even Jing Jiu-the young master-could have done no better.
Nor did they know what