Chapter 267: The Name of Su Changqing Shakes the World

Chapter 267: The Name of Su Changqing Shakes the World

High above in the vast sky, at the pinnacle of the Ru Dao.

Su Changqing, holding a Loud Hanlin brush, stood on a chessboard, his entire being swirling with magnificent and upright qi.

With each stroke of his brush, the heavens trembled, and the vast lands fell from the sky.

The shadow of Emperor Wen, holding the Mandate of Heaven in his words, spoke with the profound truths of the universe, his power overwhelming.

A young prodigy and the shadow of Emperor Wen engaged in a fierce battle of techniques, leaving every Ru cultivator in awe.

Especially those two verses, so bold they made one's scalp tingle, shook the entire cultivation world.

"All four arts have reached the Dao, this child must die!"

The Court Faction, Mu Ren, felt a hint of fear in his eyes.

Su Changqing's appearance was even more awe-inspiring than the Ru Xian Immortal of the past.

At just twenty years old, he had mastered all four arts in the Dao, and these were the Four Arts of Immortals, comparable to the techniques of an Emperor.

The value of such achievements was terrifying.

Not only the Ru Xian Immortal of the past, but even Emperor Wen himself might not have matched this.

He almost dared not imagine how terrifying this child would become when he grew up. At this moment, the Court Faction members were silent, gazing dumbfounded at the sky.

In Zhong Zhou, at the Sheng Xueyuan.

"Hahaha, I wish the ancients could see my madness!"

Shu Han looked towards the horizon, his face filled with a smile, and said with a sigh:

"My teacher once said that Changqing's nature is gentle and pure, and he is humble towards others."

"But now it seems that Changqing's pride is no less than anyone else's."

"Even the arrogant young master of the Su Family might not match Changqing's arrogance."

Bo Gu, standing nearby, smiled and said, "This is the true spirit of a scholar."

"Who, with such talent, would not be bold? Who would not be proud?"

"Humility and gentleness are for friends, but towards enemies, one must be arrogant and bold! Crush their pride!"

Yin Feng also smiled and spoke, "Indeed, the Emperor's Path is about to open, and the invincible belief of my junior brother has already begun to show."

The former Su Changqing might have been cautious and modest.

But now, understanding his blessed talent, becoming the Current Sword God, and ascending to the position of the Sky Dan Lord, how could he not be bold? How could he not be proud?

At just twenty years old, his achievements were unparalleled throughout history. Countless heroes of the past and present couldn't compare to him.

Su Changqing should be among the pinnacle of the world! And this Fenyuntaif was the moment he would announce himself to the world! After eighteen years of hiding in Qing Shan Village and two years of tempering, his sword was now unsheathed, ready to astonish the eight directions.

At this moment, on the Tian Dan Ge Dan Platform.

Ye Jingshan, Xuanyan, and all the Dan Sheng disciples present were stunned, gazing at the young man sitting cross-legged.

He was the Current Sword God, their current Pavilion Master.

But now, this legendary young man was battling Emperor Wen's shadow at the peak of Ru Dao.

The magnificent and upright qi he exuded and the incredible Ru Dao techniques that left onlookers in disbelief made everyone feel like they were witnessing something unreal.

Is this the Current Sword God? Is this the current Sky Dan Lord? His terrifying Ru Dao realm was so powerful that even those from Emperor Wen's era might have been suppressed by him.

"This kid..."

Xuanyan looked at Su Changqing in disbelief, muttering to himself,

"Is there anything he can't do?"

"At just twenty years old, he has reached the pinnacle in both sword and dan cultivation. The talent of this man is truly terrifying."

"How could one's natural talent be so strong?"

Xuanyan, in his youth, was also a genius that shook the world.

But compared to Su Changqing, his achievements were like child's play, not even on the same level.

He had spent his entire life, yet he had only reached the peak of Daoism.

But the young Su Changqing had already reached the pinnacle in three paths! This terrifying talent made him wonder if this prosperous era had arrived for Changqing.

"This is what the Pavilion Master meant when he said his Ru Dao still had room to grow."

Ye Jingshan smiled bitterly and said, "All four arts have reached the Dao, in this vast Zhong Zhou, perhaps only the Ru Xian Immortal could match him."

When Su Changqing first started on the path of Ru Dao, there were some concerns.

But now, it seemed that the Court Faction should be the ones worried.

Having provoked such a terrifying prodigy, they might not even sleep soundly in the future.

"After today, the name Su Changqing will shake the continent."

Xuanyan remained silent for a moment, then sighed again,

"But the steps of the world's enemy will only come faster."

...

The fierce battle on the Ru Dao Platform, with the appearance of Emperor Wen's shadow, drew the attention of other platforms and even the entire cultivation world.

Although the battles on the other platforms were intense, they couldn't compare to the unyielding struggle on the Ru Dao Platform, which was much quieter.

At this moment, with the appearance of Emperor Wen's shadow, all eyes were on him.

But when they saw the young man fiercely battling Emperor Wen, there was an uproar.

"That's Su Changqing! How can he be on the Ru Dao Platform? And he's fighting Emperor Wen?"

A cultivator who had met Su Changqing and knew his identity exclaimed in shock.

"Su Changqing? What's wrong with that? But it's strange, I've never heard of such a Heavenly Pride in Ru Dao before."

Someone asked in confusion.

"That's Su Changqing! He just established the Sword Emperor's Sect not long ago, and now he's at the pinnacle of the Sword Dao. He's the Current Sword God!"

With these words, all cultivators were shocked, and exclamations of surprise arose.

"What? The Current Sword God has climbed the Ru Dao Platform and can even compete with Emperor Wen?"

"Holy crap! What kind of joke is this? The Current Sword God has entered the Dao in all four arts?"

"Good heavens, he cultivates both Ru and Sword, and has reached such a terrifying level in both. How terrifying is Su Changqing's talent?"

"Not only that, but it's said that Su Changqing is also at the peak of the Near-Imperial realm, a direct disciple of Wu Jiuling. He cultivates Ru, Sword, and Martial arts simultaneously—a triple cultivator!"

Su Changqing's name spread like wildfire, from one to ten, and ten to a hundred, and in no time, his reputation shook the entire continent.

The more the cultivators of the world learned about him, the more their scalps tingled, and their hearts trembled.

Su Changqing's experiences, his cultivation, and his current achievements left everyone in awe.

Even some of the most talented cultivators felt a strong sense of pressure at that moment.

Such a prodigious contemporary was both their fortune and their misfortune.

"Is that Su Changqing?"

On the Yaozu Platform, the golden-winged Jinwu's 'Saint Feather' flashed with sharp golden light, and his battle intent surged.

"Indeed, it's him."

The Moon-Howling Wolf, Yao Yue, looked at the Ru Dao Platform, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and said, "Princess, don't worry. Let the humans exhaust themselves, and I'll personally lead the capture after the civil war ends!"

Saint Feather spoke with arrogance, "I'll take care of it personally later. No one else is allowed to interfere!"

The Yaozu present wanted to speak but stopped, eventually nodding in agreement.

The Yaozu Platform had already been unified, and all they needed to do was wait for the humans' civil war to end.

At that time, the Yaozu would reveal their sharp fangs!

However, the fisherman who would benefit from this was not just the Yaozu.

In the quiet anticipation, there were also countless terrifying creatures in the Nanlu Prohibited Zone, waiting silently.

"What formidable talent and brilliant skills!"

Amir stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the vast sky, his expression turning solemn.

Although he had transformed into darkness by ninety percent, his combat strength might still fall short of Su Changqing's.

"Why do you belittle yourself, sir?"

The Wu Xiu beside him smiled and said, "Even if he's stronger, can he be your opponent?"

"Even if you stand there and let him kill you, you might not be able to resist."

Amir smiled ambiguously upon hearing this, then said, "Pass on the order. When the Yaozu make their move, and both the human and demon races are severely weakened, it will be our time to strike."

Wu Xiu laughed heartily, darkness swirling in his eyes, before disappearing.

At this moment, deep within the prohibited zone, Su Nan's tall figure stood silently, gazing at the sky.

Looking at the young man who was fighting fiercely on all fronts and shaking the world, Su Nan's eyes showed relief and admiration, and he whispered,

"The Emperor's Path is about to open."

"Show your talent and strength to the fullest."

"Don't be afraid, go ahead and take the plunge, Dad's got your back."

...

The internal conflict within Ru Dao, the rise of the young man, shocked the entire world.

When they saw Emperor Wen's shadow appear and couldn't defeat Su Changqing, the disciples of the Court Faction panicked.

"How is this possible? How can he have such terrifying combat strength?"

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Looking at the intense battle ahead, Mu Yun's face turned pale, and fear filled her eyes.

This peerless talent of Ru Dao was now trembling in his Dao heart, filled with fear.

Facing the young man in front of him, he felt that he would never be his opponent in this life.

He had even used the Emperor Scroll, yet he still couldn't defeat his opponent, and the battle seemed almost lost.

At this moment, the trend above the Court Faction disciples became increasingly visible, growing weaker.

In contrast, the fortune of the Ru Xian faction soared like billowing smoke.

Su Changqing, with his own strength, once again carried the banner of the Ru Xian faction.

Boom! Just then, a thunderous roar shook the sky, and the majestic and upright qi swirled around him.

Emperor Wen's shadow retreated a few steps, and Su Changqing did the same.

"Hahaha, what a thrilling battle!" Su Changqing burst into laughter, his battle intent boiling, and his eyes shining with scorching golden light.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had such a refreshing and exhilarating battle.

The appearance of Emperor Wen's shadow had brought his battle intent to its peak.

"Emperor Wen, I've seen your poetry, and now, it's time to witness mine!"

Su Changqing waved his wide sleeves, and the loud scholar's brushstrokes dissipated. He stepped into the air, and the majestic and upright qi spread from behind him.

Ru Xiu cultivators fought with poetry, and this was Su Changqing's first encounter with it.

He didn't know how to use it at first, but after the intense battle with Emperor Wen, he suddenly understood.

Poetry as combat, one must comprehend the intent within the poem, the scene within the verse, and the 'Dao' within.

These poems can be passed down, but to use them in battle, one must understand the creator's state of mind and the poem's intent.

Only then can one activate the poem's power.

Why didn't Mu Yun personally participate in the battle with Emperor Wen's poems? Because he hadn't fully grasped the 'intent' and 'Dao' within the verses.

He could only rely on the Dao's rhythm left by Emperor Wen's own handwriting to activate the poem.

But Su Changqing was different; his poetry was innately connected to the Dao!

"Poetry? Brother Changqing knows poetry?"

Below, Ye Ling expressed concern, "The opponent is Emperor Wen's shadow. Isn't it too risky to compete in poetry?"

"Yes," agreed a disciple nearby, "Emperor Wen's poetry is magnificent and profound, filled with extraordinary Dao essence."

"How can we compete with such poetry now?"

The crowd discussed anxiously, their words filled with urgency.

"Haha."

At this moment, Ling Si chuckled lightly, recalling the Southern Academy, and whispered, "Brother Changqing is strong in the Four Arts, but his true strength lies in poetry."

With these words, the discussions in the room abruptly ceased.

...

"Compete in poetry with Emperor Wen? That's asking for death!"

Mu Yun witnessed this scene with great joy, "It won't even take a round before we're crushed by Emperor Wen's poetry."

"Exactly!" agreed a nearby disciple excitedly, "Emperor Wen's poetry is magnificent and profound, perfectly suited for combat."

"Su Changqing dares to use poetry in battle, he's doomed to lose!"

The once-anxious disciples of the Royal Court lineage were now filled with anticipation, their faces beaming as they looked up at the sky.

The discussions below didn't bother Su Changqing in the slightest.

At this moment, behind him, the RuXian Immortal lineage's formidable fortune gathered, and he stepped forward, his every step causing the void to tremble with oppressive pressure.

Emperor Wen, holding Heaven's Mandate, was about to speak, but this time, Su Changqing was faster.

"The Yellow River's waters come from the heavens, hasten to the sea, then never return."

A majestic sound, like singing and chanting, reverberated from the sky.

The moment the voice appeared, it seemed to contain infinite Dao essence, and the boundless upright qi on the Dao Platform instantly boiled.

Boom!

A massive crack suddenly tore open in the sky, endless and overwhelming, with a terrifying wave carrying the might of heaven, descending from the horizon.

Boom, boom, boom!

The roar of the giant wave exploded in everyone's ears. The disciples of the Royal Court lineage, who had been filled with joy, now showed stunned expressions.

The Yellow River's waters come from the heavens—this terrifying, majestic scene triggered a chorus of screams.

Emperor Wen's shadow held the Emperor Scroll and waved it fiercely, causing a majestic mountain to rise abruptly.

But in the next moment—

Boom!

The falling Yellow River wave directly overturned the majestic mountain, and even Emperor Wen's shadow staggered a few steps.

But this was just the beginning.

Su Changqing took a big step forward, chanting continuously, and the thick Dao essence rose to the sky.

"Nine turns, ten thousand miles of yellow sand, waves tossing sand from the horizon."

Like a galaxy descending, the Yellow River appeared from the horizon, winding and filling the sky, like a giant dragon weaving through the void.

Nine Yellow Rivers without beginning or end transformed into a terrifying formation, trapping Emperor Wen in the center.

Mist and sand filled the air, and a continuous storm connecting heaven and earth shook the Dao Platform.

Emperor Wen retreated again and again, his body becoming increasingly transparent.

"How is this possible!"

The disciples of the Royal Court lineage were shocked and terrified.

Su Changqing's poetry contained a grand trend, and just by watching, they couldn't help but tremble with awe.

'The Yellow River's waters come from the heavens, nine turns, ten thousand miles of yellow sand.'

The grand trend within these brief verses was so powerful that they felt it would overflow just by listening.

Just these two short verses were already fearless of the previous display.

No one expected that Su Changqing would not only have the Four Arts at the Entering the Dao level but also possess such terrifying poetry skills.

Regardless of others' thoughts, Su Changqing's steps never paused.

"Giant Spirit roars, splitting two mountains, torrents spraying the East Sea."

"Earth crumbles, mountains collapse—heroes perish, heaven ladder and stone paths connected."

"Vast sea, vertical hundred-zhang ice, gloomy clouds condense over ten thousand miles."

Verse after verse, filled with grand trends, appeared.

The Dao essence surged between heaven and earth, and terrifying combat magic shook the Dao Platform.

Like a divine giant, the sky-obscuring waves and tides, the stone path connecting heaven and earth, and the endless ice that froze the firmament.

Su Changqing was surrounded by a mighty trend, stepping forward with each step, causing thousands to retreat in fear and screams.

Emperor Wen's shadow could only withstand for a moment before finally shattering like a light in the void.

At the same moment,

Above the statue of Emperor Wen in Zhong Zhou, a vast, strange qi engulfed the entire Zhong Zhou City!

This scene shocked all Ru cultivators and amazed all cultivators.

(End of Chapter)

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