Xuande's First Sword

Chu Tianshu had already discovered it.

The vitality of these Ghost God far surpasses that of normal Evil Spirit.

The Zhongping Plague God in Luoyang was sealed away for nearly two thousand years, leaving it extremely weak.

However, when Chu Tianshu finally decided to kill him, it took him a great deal of effort.

These three Ghost God in the capital are clearly much stronger than that Plague God.

Even if Chu Tianshu defeats one of them, he will likely be overwhelmed and burdened with too much work to suppress them.

Using the Weapon Soul and the mask of the Nuo Gods to deceive the heavens and attract the power of the Five Chang Gods, they suppressed the God of Jiaoli.

This becomes the most effortless strategy.

It's also thanks to Cao Ying being weak enough.

Despite being so weak, she became the vessel for the power of the Divine Power of Jiaoli Pear through various arrangements.

Chu Tianshu was able to kill him in such a short time only because he used all his strength.

"That shouldn't be the case!"

On the bridge, Cao Bokun gritted his teeth and spoke.

He and Liu Yanqi haven't actually fought yet.

Because both of them were skilled in swordsmanship before, they used the power of the Origin Canon they obtained to enhance their expertise in this area.

When two swordsmen face off in a one-on-one duel, they inevitably have to be more cautious.

There was nothing wrong with it in itself, but now it seems ridiculous.

Before Cao Bokun had even officially started the war, one of his three gods had already been killed, and his seventh brother had already gone to the underworld to report for duty.

Between the two remaining pavilions over there.

Guo Baozhi was already quite uneasy as he faced Cai Shanjun, who was strumming the zither, Sun Feng'an, who was folding his fan.

Liu Yanqi, standing on the bridge, seemed to still be staring at Cao Bokun, but suddenly raised his right hand towards the pavilion.

Guo Baozhi felt a sense of foreboding; suddenly, white mist appeared in his hand and condensed into a wine cup.

A cheerful disposition is essential!

Sun Feng'an has already attempted to launch several attacks.

No matter where the attack was aimed at Guo Baozhi, the folding fan would involuntarily deflect, hitting the wine glass, its force completely absorbed by the glass.

When Cai Shanjun played the zither, even visible sound waves were absorbed by the wine cup.

At this moment, a small sword that was originally so fast it was invisible was also affected by similar interference.

The sword's trajectory twisted out of nowhere and shot into the wine glass.

This small sword is forged entirely from fine steel, no more than four inches long, with a blade only as wide as a little finger and as thin as a silver dollar.

No matter how you look at it, the power of this small sword could never compare to the iron-boned folding fan that Sun Feng'an used to launch his attack.

But when the small sword struck the cup, Guo Baozhi was sent flying backward.

Unable to control his own body, he was suddenly thrown backward for more than ten meters, his momentum still strong.

If it weren't for the Divine Power of Sorrow and Joy, its mysteries would be boundless.

With such force, Guo Baozhi's upper body should have been shattered.

Even Chu Tianshu, who had just drawn the Sanqi Divine Sword on the shore, was quite surprised when he caught a glimpse of this scene.

If he were to use fists, kicks, or weapons, he could easily send someone flying that far.

But such a small concealed weapon could contain such great force.

He asked himself if he could possibly succeed.

The Origin Canon about Liu Bei, True Exposition of Profound Virtue.

The Zhuangzi, in the chapter "Heaven and Earth," states. "When they are in harmony, seemingly foolish and confused, this is called profound virtue, which is in harmony with the Great Harmony."

In short, those who possess this Origin Canon can understand the surrounding atmosphere without even making a sound.

Choose one of the strongest inclinations in people's hearts, transform it into reality, and temporarily empower yourself.

When Guan Yu and Zhang Fei met, their rivalry was fierce and they were evenly matched. In fact, they both admired each other, but neither had the chance to back down.

Liu Bei saw through this thought and, from it, conjured a powerful force that was able to break apart Guan Yu and Zhang Fei in one fell swoop.

Of course, the onlookers at that time also loved to watch the excitement and actually hoped to see the competition become even more intense.

If Liu Bei chooses to go along with the atmosphere of those onlookers, he can also turn illusion into reality and extract a great force from it.

However, if this power is chosen, it can only be used to join the melee, turning a two-person battle into a three-person battle, making it even more intense.

Therefore, the most crucial aspect of using the "True Exposition of Profound Virtue" is not how much power one can generate at once.

The key lies in making flexible choices, ensuring that every action you take in the game is accompanied by a force that resonates with it.

Otherwise, if you use half of your strength and then lose power due to improper behavior, that would be a fatal flaw.

Mysterious songs and surging waves, the truth lies within illusion.

A glance across the four directions reveals the potential for moral cultivation!

Liu Yanqi seized upon Guo Baozhi's desire to escape.

The fleeting thought of escape was transformed into real power, striking Guo Baozhi.

As Guo Baozhi flew backwards through the air, he felt the white wine glass in his hand almost shatter.

At that moment, Cai Shanjun loosened his grip on the strings.

In fact, Cai Shanjun was not good at fighting one-on-one with masters, even after obtaining Zhuge Liang's Origin Canon.

His greatest strength lies in group attacks. With the Zhuge Zither in hand, he can easily dismantle the fighting force of thousands of elite soldiers even when facing them alone.

He even once played the piano in the neighboring mountains, which affected the artillery positions and caused the artillery battalion to turn around and attack their own troops.

However, in order to fight against the Ghost King, he and Liu Yanqi devised a combined attack technique specifically designed to kill experts.

One string is released, and the zither falls silent.

Inside these two pavilions, all the broken tiles and dust seemed to ripple.

The vibration that should have appeared on the strings was transmitted through the air to the small sword.

With a whoosh, the small sword pierced through the wine glass and went straight to Guo Baozhi's heart.

The hole in the front of his chest was only the size of a fingertip, but the hole in his back was as big as a washbasin.

Guo Baozhi's eyes widened as he fell into the lake.

"I'm dead?!"

He cried out inwardly, "Impossible! I orchestrated the Ghost King's resurrection, and now I'm going to let the two fight it out so I can reap the benefits!"

"The people of Cao, Chu, and Cai are all prominent figures who attract attention and are fiercely fighting amongst themselves. I only need to subtly influence them, using my Divine Power of Sorrow and Joy, to gradually take control of the situation."

"My life had just begun, how could I die now?!"

He overlooked it.

His ability to orchestrate the coexistence of three gods, and even his past misdeeds, allowed him to successfully escape from Bashu, entirely because he had the Ghost King behind him.

Liu Yanqi, however, is someone who would never underestimate the Ghost King.

In that battle, although the Ghost King injured Liu Yanqi's right eye, he did not leave much Yin energy or divine power in the wound.

Liu Yanqi's ability to sense the Ghost King's movements was purely a subconscious perception of his own.

He can't forget that battle; he's always reminiscing about it.

The blood and wounds of their comrades, the price they paid, formed a bond with the weakening of the Ghost King, rising and falling in turn.

It was his own understanding, which, through the Origin Canon, formed a wondrous connection.

Even the Ghost King himself was unaware that someone could unilaterally sense his condition.

Feel its resurgence, feel its dormancy, its provocation, and its desire for profit.

One glance, one response.

Liu Yanqi's first sword strike was undoubtedly aimed at it.

When Guo Baozhi died, the sound of the zither was played loudly.

Cai Shanjun closed his eyes slightly, his hands caressing the zither, seemingly completely absorbed in the music.

Of the entourage that had accompanied both sides to the lake during the peace talks, few were still able to stand after the earlier explosion at the pavilion and the various divine interventions.

At this moment, twenty of them suddenly became conspicuous, each clenching their fists and opening their mouths as if to roar, but no sound came out.

It is the Origin Canon of Lü Bu, with sound waves indistinguishable to the human ear, which enhance the power of the zither music.

Guo Baozhi's body remained suspended in mid-air, then disintegrated into a large cloud of white mist as the music of the zither continued.

The pure black figure of the Ghost King emerged from the white mist.

Clang clang clang clang!!

The music grew increasingly urgent, like a storm breaking into a clear sky.

The music and sound waves of the zither bound the Ghost King with all their might.

The Ghost King's wine glass turned white, and a continuous stream of sound waves were drawn into it, but sound waves still stagnate from all sides.

Sun Feng'an was completely focused and did his utmost to protect Cai Shanjun.

Amidst the chaotic sounds of the piano, Chu Tianshu was hurrying back from the shore.

Qingying soared through the air; with just one step of leverage, he could leap this far and pounce onto the bridge.

Liu Yanqi, who had just unleashed a sword strike with his right hand, was using a small steel sword in his left hand to block Cao Bokun's incoming sword strike.

Although it is a small sword, it contains the complete mastery of True Exposition of Profound Virtue.

Liu Yanqi's sword strike echoed Cao Bokun's intention to retreat, carrying a powerful and profound force.

Using the small to defeat the large is actually using strength to control sharpness.

But as soon as the two swords clashed, Liu Yanqi felt his strength weaken, and the wooden planks beneath his feet shattered.

"You're not going to back out?!"

Liu Yanqi looked shocked. His body was already moving involuntarily, passing through the bridge and crashing into the water.

Cao Bokun is resilient and doesn't back down, so it's not too surprising.

Strangely enough, his feigned intention to withdraw was enough to deceive Liu Yanqi's Origin Canon.

That was interference caused by some extremely domineering divine power.

It was a divine power descending upon Cao Bokun from afar.

When Chu Tianshu lunged onto the bridge, Cao Bokun had already retreated ten meters.

This speed was no less than that of Chu Tianshu's movement technique.

"The Yuanzai?"

Chu Tianshu looked out of the manor and suddenly moved.

Cao Bokun's expression tightened, and he disappeared at the same time.

Yuanzai was outside the manor, on the altar that had been prepared long ago, not to cast a spell for himself to seek divine power, but to invite the God of the Five Rampancies to bless Cao Bokun.

"If the peace talks take an unexpected turn..."

That day, when Cao Bokun visited Yuanzai, he dismissed his attendants, talked for a long time, and finally bowed solemnly.

"Please, my dear brother, ask the gods to bless me."

"For so many years, I've refused to believe in the Five Rampancies Dharma Lord. This time, it's not that I believe in him... I believe in my virtuous brother!!"

In the woods, Yuanzai, with disheveled hair, performed a ritualistic dance.

"The Lord of Law descends to earth, the divine realm descends to the mortal world, discarding all other forces, leaving only the true self."

Without mentioning the God of the Pear Garden or the Nuo Gods, this only represents the most fundamental power of the Five Chang Gods: the power of war and premature death.

Given Cao Bokun's personality and status, simply controlling this power wouldn't easily turn the tables on him; rather, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

In the capital city today, even if anyone else gained this power, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat Chu Tianshu.

Only Cao Bokun has hope.

Yuanzai bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the mask in front of him. His golden-red divine power flashed brightly, vanished into thin air, and continued to be sent towards the target.

Suddenly, the high wall at the edge of the woods was blasted open by a blue sound wave, and bricks and stones rolled outwards.

The deadly sound waves surged into the forest, causing branches to sway wildly and leaves of all sizes to snap and crackle.

"Yuanzai!!"

Chu Tianshu's voice surged forth, echoing far and wide.

"You dare show your face around me? Do you think Cao Bokun can protect you?!"

(End of this chapter)