Steadily Becoming A Saint, The Immortal Officials Hired Me To Tend The Horses
/ Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses Chapter 123
Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Number One in the World!
In the outer gate city, Daoist Tianjian stood motionless on a giant sword of white light. The autumn wind made his robe, white hair, and beard flutter, making him look transcendent as if he could ascend to immortality at any moment.
The eaves of every building in the city were crowded with disciples, not only of the Supreme Sect but also cultivators from other sects and families, all eager to see who was the greatest sword master of the time!
Billowing dark clouds surged from the horizon, swiftly covering the entire city, increasing the tension. Everyone dared not speak loudly, only whispering to each other.
Wu Jue stood on an eave, facing the wind.
The wind grew stronger, forcing him to cultivate energy to keep his hair from blocking his vision.
“What a powerful presence, truly like that of an immortal.”
“Why hasn't Sword Venerable Fudao appeared yet?”
“This battle can't be avoided, even the Prince of Tianwei has come to challenge us!”
“Don't worry, the Venerable will definitely come. Even the Mad Swordsman of Great Yu had to wait for a while when he challenged him before.”
“What's the hurry? A good show needs to be savored!”
Listening to the discussions around him, Wu Jue's eyes were filled with longing. He wondered when he would achieve such prestige.
In the future, he too wanted to have such a widely anticipated duel with the top experts of the time!
He hoped his opponent would be Sword Venerable Fudao.
Boom—
The dark clouds suddenly changed, and thunder roared. A majestic celestial force descended, enveloping the outer gate city.
“He's here,” Xuan Quan said softly, drawing the eyes of those around him. An Hao was particularly excited, clenching his fists.
Daoist Tianjian, standing on the giant sword of white light, also opened his eyes. He looked up at the boundless thunderclouds.
The thunderclouds covered the entire sky, with lightning bolts like writhing dragons, making countless cultivators feel the pressure, as if a great catastrophe was impending.
Thunder roared continuously, and the wind howled through the heavens and earth.
Daoist Tianjian stood on the hilt of his sword, his white robe flaring like white flames burning fiercely.
“Sword Venerable Fudao, why do you not show yourself? Is this how the Supreme Sect treats its guests?” His voice echoed, cold and indifferent.
On the Heavenly Repair Platform, Han Ming sneered. He didn't even get to meet Sword Venerable Fudao back then, and now you think you can?
Just wait to be defeated!
Shen Zhen had already sketched the figure of Daoist Tianjian. She took out another sheet of paper and continued to draw, first capturing the oppressive scene of the sky filled with thunderclouds.
“Face your demise with your strongest swordsmanship.”
A deep, hoarse voice rang out, making Li Ya and An Hao incredibly excited.
It was the voice of the Primordial Ancestor!
It was the voice of the Master!
All the cultivators in the city held their breath. It was the first time they had heard the voice of Sword Venerable Fudao, and they were all shocked by its domineering tone.
Absolute confidence, absolute dominance, this was the Sword Venerable Fudao of the Supreme Sect!
Daoist Tianjian's eyes sharpened, and a vast sword intent burst from within him, sweeping across the sky above the outer gate city, forming a vast sea of swords. The brilliant sword light, crystal-like starlight, illuminated everyone's face.
At a glance, it looked like a galaxy transversing above the outer gate city, astonishing everyone.
What kind of sword intent was this?
Was this a realm achievable through cultivation?
In the galaxy formed by the condensed sword intent, countless sword shadows began to coalesce, all pointing skyward, their edges gleaming sharply.
At the same time,
The thunderclouds above intensified in their churning, quickly forming a giant face, with only its facial features visible, leaving the true visage unseen. It looked like an immortal deity, gazing down upon the entire outer gate city.
In front of this giant face, everyone seemed insignificant, including the galaxy of sword intent created by Daoist Tianjian.
Everyone's hearts raced as they looked at the massive face that occupied most of the sky, feeling an inexplicable sense of awe.
Daoist Tianjian frowned, raising his right hand and placing two fingers to his lips. He began cultivating energy, and white flames of sword intent gathered around him, wind swirling around his body. His aura reached its peak, even startling the city's protection array to activate, forming a giant light shield to protect the entire city, with him floating just at its edge.
The ground trembled, mountains swayed.
The distant Mystic Valley was alarmed, making all the servant disciples turn their heads.
Chu Jingfeng quickly reached the mountaintop, gazing afar at the rolling thunderclouds on the horizon, as if a great calamity was imminent.
Not only from Mystic Valley, but even from the distant Tianya Valley, people were also alarmed.
Yi Liuyun, meditating on the mountaintop, squinted towards the distance, his hands tightly clenched in his sleeves. At this moment, this seeker of the Sword Dao felt his insignificance.
On the Heavenly Repair Platform, the Prince of Tianwei, Si Zhe, also became tense. Although Sword Venerable Fudao had yet to appear, the giant face in the sky was so terrifying that even he couldn't imagine what kind of power could crush the oppressive might of this giant face.
“Heavenly Sword, rise!”
In the still and oppressive heaven and earth, Daoist Tianjian's voice suddenly rang out, like the first ray of light piercing through chaos, invigorating everyone's spirits.
Daoist Tianjian thrust his right hand towards the sky, causing countless sword shadows floating in the galaxy of sword intent to rise together, converging, grand and spectacular.
At this moment, the giant face in the sky suddenly opened its third eye on its forehead. A sword light shot out from the third eye, seeming like the light of the Heavenly Dao, descending with unparalleled celestial might!
Boom!
The two terrifying sword intents collided in mid-air, causing the world to resonate. Countless cultivators' senses trembled, their visions blurred, and various noises filled their ears. Their divine senses felt a burning sensation, instinctively retreating.
“Mystic Heart…”
Lv Baitian muttered as he gazed up at the unparalleled battle.
His face was illuminated by two kinds of strong light, divided into upper and lower layers. The light below was silvery white, while the light above was dimmer, yet it continually devoured the silvery white light below.
Daoist Tianjian's expression changed dramatically. His opponent's sword intent far exceeded his expectations.
“Impossible… Could he not be of the Mystic Heart Realm?”
He thought in disbelief.
At this moment, the sword light from the third eye of the giant face suddenly grew stronger, shattering his sword intent and descending upon him with a speed surpassing lightning.
His white hair and robe flared. He stared with wide eyes, his body turning rigid.
In his pupils, a figure could be vaguely seen gazing down at him as if an immortal deity watching over an ant.
In the eyes of all onlookers, Daoist Tianjian's sword intent lasted only for the span of two breaths before it was instantly shattered.
The vast galaxy of sword lights was crushed, forming countless silver fragments floating inside and outside the city. The scene was so visually overwhelming that cultivators of all realms were moved.
Xuan Quan's eyes widened, his heart churning with waves of shock.
He had the highest realm and saw everything clearly.
The gap between Sword Venerable Fudao and Daoist Tianjian was immense. Daoist Tianjian was no match for Sword Venerable Fudao at all.
He could even confirm that when Sword Venerable Fudao first attacked, he deliberately held back. Otherwise, he could have killed Daoist Tianjian in an instant!
Daoist Tianjian first showcased his strong sword intent to emphasize how terrifying Sword Venerable Fudao's sword was.
At least Xuan Quan was frightened, unable to fathom the true strength of Sword Venerable Fudao.
Si Zhe's pupils dilated, and his face was filled with disbelief as he looked at Daoist Tianjian.
Before Sword Venerable Fudao acted, Daoist Tianjian was the number one in the world in his eyes.
Yet, this number one in the world had been defeated so utterly…
The Mad Swordsman of Great Yu, Han Ming, fell into a stupor.
The strength demonstrated by Sword Venerable Fudao made him feel ashamed, realizing how overconfident he had been before.
An Hao smiled broadly, trying to suppress his urge to cheer.
Li Ya stood on the eaves, dumbstruck by what he saw.
Shen Zhen quickly regained her composure and swiftly sketched the scene of Daoist Tianjian's dreadful defeat.
The wind howled as Daoist Tianjian fell backward. His Mystic Heart was shattered, and his Primordial Spirit was continuously breaking apart. It was hopeless, and he couldn't even speak anymore.
Yet, his face showed a satisfied smile.
“The number one sword in the world… I have witnessed it…”
Daoist Tianjian's eyelids grew heavier. His gaze remained fixed on the giant face in the sky. Even when he closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.
With a thud,
Daoist Tianjian's body fell in front of the south city gate, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The overwhelming oppressive force covering the entire world dissipated, and the giant face formed of thunderclouds in the sky vanished as well.
Boom!
The entire city shook. The sounds of uproar and exclamations erupted like thunder from a clear sky!
Everyone became excited, the cheers, shouts, and exclamations merging into a deafening roar.
“My heavens! It ended with one strike?”
“Hahaha, I told you, Sword Venerable Fudao couldn't be defeated!”
“The gap is too vast…”
“Actually, Daoist Tianjian is really strong. Before Sword Venerable Fudao acted, I really thought he was the number one in the world…”
“Yes, that vast sword intent even made my sword want to unsheathe…”
Listening to the voices from every direction, Wu Jue also felt excited. It was a pity Gu An wasn't around; he wouldn't be able to express his emotions alone.
Just then, he saw Gu An leap up from the street, hurrying toward him. Seeing this, Wu Jue's face immediately broke into an excited smile.
“My heavens, did you see that just now? It was incredible!”
Gu An hurried to Wu Jue, excitedly exclaiming.
Wu Jue responded enthusiastically, “I saw it! I saw it!”
He grabbed Gu An, starting to exclaim in awe, just as excited as the others in the city.
On the Heavenly Repair Platform,
Lv Baitian looked at Gu Zong and instructed, “Increase the publicity for the Golden List Assembly. The top rank can get the Supreme Sect's secret manual of divine skills!”
Gu Zong nodded, unable to suppress the smile on his face.
Lv Baitian then turned to another elder, saying, “Initiate the plan for the World's First Sword Society, start spreading the word. The top ten in the world can observe Sword Venerable Fudao's sword intent and obtain his Sword Dao legacy.”
The elder nodded but suddenly thought of something, hesitating to speak.
There were too many people around; some things couldn't be asked directly!
The entire outer gate city was even more bustling than during the New Year, or rather, the city had never been this lively before.
Stroking his beard, Xuan Quan gazed out and sighed, “The Supreme Sect is destined to rise.”
An Hao closed his eyes, carefully savoring Sword Venerable Fudao's earlier strike.
Mysteriously, he seemed to grasp something, falling into deep contemplation.
As if sensing something, Xuan Quan suddenly turned to look at An Hao, as did everyone else. When they saw An Hao's state, they were all moved.
This boy…
Chapter end
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