“Grandfather, your right arm has mostly healed,” a small green paper figure stood on Li Lou’s shoulder.
“But your cultivation cannot be restored.”
The green paper figure continued, “It’s strange.
Clearly, your cultivation hasn’t shown signs of being damaged, so why is this happening?”
Li Lou grinned and explained:
“The sword Bai Muchun used to cut me wasn’t an ordinary sword.
That black long sword is named ‘Sealing the Gods,’ and its name reflects its power.
It has killed hundreds of gods in the foreign lands, specifically in the Sword Southern Pass area, earning the name ‘Sealing the Gods.'”
The little paper figure tilted its head, looking at Li Lou.
“Why was there a fight in that area?”
Li Lou smiled and said:
“Sealing the Gods, the meaning lies in the word ‘seal.’
The sword’s specialty is to seal the enemy’s cultivation!
To restore one’s cultivation, one must break it and rebuild it. In short, it means to take another sword strike…”
“But if I take another sword strike from Bai Muchun, I’ll probably drop into the Boundless Realm right then and there.”
The little paper figure asked, “Then can your cultivation be restored, Grandfather?”
“Of course! Who am I? I was once a false saint! To restore my cultivation is a piece of cake,” Li Lou said casually.
He said it loudly, but in his heart, he was clear.
His cultivation, originally at the peak of semi-saint, had fallen to the early stage of semi-saint, already greatly weakened.
Let alone restoring it?
The true nature of the Sealing the Gods sword Li Lou spoke of was only a general description.
He knew that restoring his lost cultivation through simple breaking and rebuilding would definitely not work. To truly regain his strength, he might need to discuss it with Bai Muchun.
But no matter the discussion, Li Lou had no doubt Bai Muchun would strike him with another sword on the spot.
After all, there were not only new grievances but old ones between them.
Li Lou sighed:
“Luckily, a saint once made an agreement with Bai Muchun, stipulating that he could not leave Xiaoyao Sect without special reasons.
Otherwise, my head might have already been somewhere else.”
The little green paper figure looked at the middle-aged man who was lost in thought, silently working harder to heal his injuries.
At this moment, it absolutely hated the sword cultivator who had harmed its grandfather.
Bai Muchun was in the clouds, staring intently at the thunder tribulation descending from the sky.
Each lightning strike sent ripples across his heart lake.
The elder beside him, Han Yu, stroked his white beard and smiled faintly.
He patted Bai Muchun on the shoulder and said:
“Little Bai, you have no confidence in your disciple? Are you afraid she won’t make it?”
Bai Muchun shook his head and said:
“I’m afraid the celestial blessings she causes will be so shocking that some old immortals might be tempted.”
Han Yu laughed and said:
“Do you know who your senior brother Ye Ming is?
He’s someone who shares a great reputation with you in the Middle Earth Immortal Continent. Do you know the term [unlawful and unrestrained?
Those four words are no less significant than your title [The Sword Supreme]…”
Bai Muchun replied:
“There are thousands of Daoist methods in the world, but my senior brother occupies half of them.”
Han Yu said:
“You little brat! You’re really good at flattering!”
The elder was somewhat pleased with the current state of the man.
This sword master, who had always lived in the past, had finally started to look forward.
“That’s more like it,” Han Yu continued, patting his shoulder.
“Why dwell on the sad things? The most important thing is to look forward to a good present!”
“Mm.”
The last thunder tribulation struck, and the dark clouds in the sky dispersed.
Bai Muchun’s figure transformed into the spring breeze and swiftly floated away.
The next moment, the elder saw the figure of the man in white in front of the Dao Pavilion’s main gate.
He cursed with a laugh:
“Damn, having a disciple really makes a difference. Even waiting is so full of enthusiasm…”
Dao Pavilion.
Nan Shuangxue’s luxurious blue gown was already torn, the silky hemline shredded into strips of silk, looking like bundles of noble silk.
Her brows were furrowed, and a frown creased her forehead, clearly showing how much she was struggling at this moment.
After withstanding the thunder tribulation of Extreme Dao foundation building, she had passed the initial stage of foundation building.
Nan Shuangxue took a few steps but suddenly knelt down to the ground.
“What’s happening? Didn’t I already succeed in foundation building?” Nan Shuangxue wondered.
She didn’t understand what was going on. She tried to raise her arm, but it felt as heavy as if it were a thousand pounds, making it nearly impossible to move.
Above the Dao Pavilion, the clouds and thunder dissipated, and the clear sky appeared.
But within half a minute, invisible waves of energy began to form, eventually turning into beams of light that pierced through the clouds and illuminated the ground.
Bai Muchun gazed at the scene, feeling a tinge of worry in his heart, but it was fleeting.
After all, he was her master, and he had to trust her.
“Nobody knows my intentions, I fear the heavens are heartless.”
Inside the Dao Pavilion.
Nan Shuangxue, who had been kneeling, slowly straightened her back, the sound of her bones cracking echoed from her legs.
“No one can make me kneel, not even the heavens.”
This was her Dao.
Not following the heavens, but walking her own path.
A streak of azure light rushed out from the clouds.
Bai Muchun immediately locked onto it, his brow furrowing as he watched the streak of light collide with the Dao Pavilion.
“Sheath of the sword?”
Inside the Dao Pavilion, Nan Shuangxue was unafraid of the incoming light.
She clenched her fist and, with immense pressure, struck the streak of light.
There was a loud bang.
The spiritual energy surged and enveloped both their figures.
On the clouds, Han Yu watched as a portion of his Dao Pavilion vanished, immediately jumping up in anger and cursing:
“Little girl, be gentler! Oh, my pavilion!”
A young man in green walked out slowly from beside the elder.
He bowed and said:
“Mr. Han, don’t be sad.
I will help you restore the Dao Pavilion afterward.”
Han Yu, hearing this, immediately calmed down, sat back down, and muttered as he looked at the Dao Pavilion:
“Oh, if I had known, I wouldn’t have agreed to Little Bai.”
Bai Muchun waited inside the Dao Pavilion for several days, watching the sun and moon alternate, waiting for the evening breeze and the morning breeze to come and go.
When the sun finally rose in the east, its golden rays softly fell, illuminating everything and dispersing the shadows.
Click.
Boom.
The sunlight gradually illuminated the interior, revealing the tired expression of the young girl.
Bai Muchun instantly flashed into the Dao Pavilion.
The door closed with a loud bang at that very moment.
“Hmm, why did Little Bai block our spiritual sense?” Han Yu scratched his beard, looking curiously at Ye Ming beside him.
Ye Ming smiled faintly and then waved his hand to add another layer of restriction on the Dao Pavilion.
Bai Muchun, holding the half-naked girl, draped a robe over her to cover her body.
He then shattered space, carrying the girl into it.
Looking at the unconscious girl in his arms, Bai Muchun smiled bitterly and said:
“This is going to be hard to explain…”