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"Disciple Zhang Xing wishes to join the Sword Pavilion and respectfully acknowledges Eastern Sword Master as his teacher, offering the Seven Star Sword as a gift!" Zhang Xing declared.
Dongfang Jiu laughed heartily, repeating three times that it was good. He took the Seven Star Sword from Zhang Xing's hands, his fair fingers caressing the hilt. As he gazed at the gems embedded in the Seven Star Sword, he lightly opened the scabbard, and the sword's radiance shone brilliantly, its aura surging forth.
The Seven Star Sword had been revered as the sect's sacred artifact since Wudang's founding. Over a hundred years ago, Wudang Sect Leader Zhang Zong wielded the Seven Star Sword and could contend with the Emei Sword Saint. Although his swordsmanship was not as refined as that of the Sword Saint, the Seven Star Sword was overwhelmingly powerful; with just a slight use of Dao Qi, its sword aura surged like the roaring waves of the Yellow River, capable of splitting mountains.
Dongfang Jiu closed the Seven Star Sword and remarked, "The Seven Star Sword truly lives up to its reputation; it is even more domineering than the Top Ten Famous Swords. While it is a pity to refine it, it would not be an injustice to serve as a sword leader."
"Zhang Xing, the sect leader raised you and your brother; his kindness is as heavy as a mountain. How could you betray the Sect? You are utterly shameless!" one Wudang Disciple pointed at Zhang Xing.
Zhang Xing rose and looked at the disciple. With a swift motion of his left hand, a sword on the ground suddenly pierced through the disciple's head, killing him instantly.
Zhang Xing snorted and said, "The Wudang Sect is extremely outdated, hypocritical; each generation is worse than the last. They can't even protect their own disciples; what a disgrace for a major sect!"
The Grand Elder said, "Killing your master and betraying your ancestors is unforgivable according to Daoist Sect rules. Are you not afraid of being hunted down?"
Zhang Xing replied, "Survival of the fittest is how nature works; only the strong prevail. This is the rule of the world. Wudang has been eliminated in the development of Daoist Sects through fierce competition; it's only natural. Relying on one Zhang Ziling cannot change that."
Dongfang Jiu laughed heartily and said, "Zhang Ziling understands when to yield; if you hand over all techniques related to Wudang Taiji Sword, Seven Star Sword Formation, and Righteous Qi, I can spare your disciples."
"Foolish dream!" said the Grand Elder.
Dongfang Jiu glanced sideways at the Grand Elder. With a flourish of the Seven Star Sword, its aura surged forth in blinding white light. A torrent of energy erupted as he slashed through; the Grand Elder raised his staff above his head in an attempt to block it. The Seven Star Sword carved a deep gash behind him, instantly severing dozens of disciples in half, killing them on the spot.
The Grand Elder weakly lowered his arms; his staff broke into two pieces as he collapsed to the ground, mortally wounded.
"Senior Brother!" Zhang Ziling rushed forward to support the Grand Elder. The Grand Elder said, "The six hundred years of Wudang's legacy have been ruined by you and me; I am ashamed before our Ancestor Master!"
With that, the Grand Elder's eyes widened in shock before he breathed his last.
Dongfang Jiu shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sorry, I just can't hold back. I didn't expect this old thing to be so easy to chop!"
Zhang Ziling replied, "Dongfang Jiu, you disregard the bond of the Five Major Sects and are willing to provoke a sect war during the Daoist Catastrophe. What happens to Wudang today will be your Sword Pavilion's fate tomorrow!"
Dongfang Jiu laughed heartily, "I have no ties with your sects. Wudang has been hanging on for too long. Even when my people come, you dare to ambush them. A few years ago at the Central Plains Conference, I warned you: those who dare to defy will be killed without mercy."
Zhang Ziling said, "The Central Plains have always been a battleground. The Yin Mountain is filled with poisonous miasma, and the Western Regions are desolate. Sword Pavilion will inevitably become a target. I will wait for you on the road to the Underworld!"
"Still stubborn even when death is imminent!" Dongfang Jiu snorted and flew down from the great hall, wielding the Seven Star Sword. The sword light stretched for ten zhang, and sword energy extended for hundreds of meters as a blossom of sword flowers shot out. The ground before Wudang Great Hall cracked open, and everyone was turned into mush, dead beyond recovery.
Zhang Ziling was at the early stage of the Mahayana Realm, while Dongfang Jiu was at the late stage. His swordsmanship was already inferior to Dongfang Jiu's, and his power was significantly lacking. As he raised his sword, the Sword Body shattered instantly, and he closed his eyes.
Dongfang Jiu's sword swept over Zhang Ziling's head before sheathing the Seven Star Sword. He then tapped Zhang Ziling's acupoint.
Zhang Ziling said, "Dongfang Jiu, a man can be killed but not humiliated. If you have the ability, give this old man a quick end!"
Dongfang Jiu clicked his tongue and said, "It's easy to die, but you're not worthy of dying by my sword, Zhang Xing. If you kill this old man, you'll become my Sword Pavilion's eldest disciple."
Hearing this from Dongfang Jiu made Zhang Xing frown slightly before jumping down from the great hall.
"Zhang Xing, you traitorous beast! I curse you—"
Before Zhang Ziling could finish his words, Zhang Xing pierced his heart with a single strike. With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Zhang Xing said, "Master, after serving you and my brother for so many years, at least grant me a way out."
Blood trickled from Zhang Ziling's lips as he trembled and said, "Don't think I don't know it was you who killed Zhang Yue. You follow that beast-hearted Dongfang Jiu; he can kill even his brother's wife and children—what do you think you are?"
"Die!" Zhang Xing struck Zhang Ziling on the forehead with his palm. White matter exploded from the back of Zhang Ziling's head as he collapsed to the ground.
Dongfang Jiu looked at Zhang Ziling lying dead on the ground, snorting in disdain. "I've always found this pathetic sect displeasing!"
"Who?!" Dongfang Jiu called out, glancing towards the courtyard wall.
"Master, let me go take a look," Zhang Xing suggested.
Dongfang Jiu nodded and tossed the Seven Star Sword to Zhang Xing. Zhang Xing caught the sword and leaped onto the wall, just in time to see a group of five people outside.
"It’s you bunch of pests!" Zhang Xing squinted his eyes.
With a sweep of his sword, Wuhe and Chang Liulang were sent flying backward along with Douding. Iron Bull roared in anger and swung a hammer at Zhang Xing. Another strike from the sword sent Iron Bull, even though he had entered the Nascent Soul Realm, tumbling ten feet away, his wrist numb. If it weren't for the Stone Hammer blocking him, he would have been sliced in half by that blow.
"Wudao: Protect Douding and get out of here; I'll hold him off."
"I'll stay back to hold him too; you go first," Huzi said.
The five of them formed hand seals and silently recited an incantation. Yin-Yang Qi surged from the ground, binding Zhang Xing.
"Overestimating yourselves!" Zhang Xing exclaimed as he swung his sword. The sword energy shattered the Yin-Yang binding formation. Huzi shouted and threw a punch at Zhang Xing.
Zhang Xing snorted, flicking the tip of his sword. The light of the Seven Star Sword surged violently as it slashed toward Huzi.
The might of the Seven Star Sword was immeasurable; if that strike landed, Huzi would be in grave danger.
Suddenly, a black spear plunged into the ground right in front of Huzi. The earth cracked as the sword's energy dissipated.
"Grandpa!" Huzi shouted.
Zhang Xing suddenly sensed something unusual behind him. Before he could react, he was struck by a palm, spitting out blood as his wrist went numb, and the Seven Star Sword was snatched away.
Li Fugui sent Zhang Xing flying with a single blow, looking at the sword in his hand and saying, "Indeed a fine weapon, but unfortunately, I don't know how to use it."
At that moment, a tremendous force surged forth, causing one side of the Wudang Great Hall's dojo wall to collapse entirely. Dongfang Jiu unleashed an incantation, and Li Fugui found himself unable to hold onto the sword; the Seven Star Sword slipped from his grasp and flew towards Dongfang Jiu.
A Dao Body flickered past, stepping out from the void. Holding another treasured sword in hand, it blocked the Seven Star Sword with a swift strike. Then, the Seven Star Sword vanished into thin air, absorbed into my Qi Sea.
"Yang Hao!" Not only Zhang Xing but even those from Eastern Nine Cities looked at me in astonishment.
"Long time no see, everyone."
I leaped back and landed beside Li Fugui and the others.
Dongfang Jiu squinted and said, "To be able to cultivate again after having your Golden Core extracted is quite impressive. Is that the Frostblade, one of the Top Ten Famous Swords of ancient times?"
I replied, "Yes, it is the Frostblade."
"In that case, you were the one who killed Zhen'er and the others," Dongfang Jiu asked.
I said, "They were fighting among themselves like dogs. I only killed Dongfang Zhen."
"With the Sword Master here today, my Sword Pavilion has already surrounded the area below. You won't escape anywhere; hand over both the Frostblade and Seven Star Sword!" an Elder of the Sword Pavilion pointed at me.
I smiled and said, "If you want to obtain these treasured swords, I won't let you have them. If you find one of the nine famous swords missing, I'll take one from you."
Dongfang Jiu was furious and transformed into a streak of light as White Shadow attacked. I stepped back a few paces while Li Fugui moved forward. Dark energy surged around him as he threw a punch. Dongfang Jiu met Li Fugui's strike with his own palm, and both retreated. Dongfang Jiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Who are you? The Daoist Sect has never heard of someone like you."
An elder said, "Sword Master, this person led the army in the Hua Shan Uprising and has attacked us."
Dongfang Jiu looked at Li Fugui and asked, "Are you a general in the military?"
Li Fugui replied, "I'm not a general; I have farmed for a few years."
Eastern Nine continued, "The Sword Pavilion is located in the prosperous Jiangnan region, contributing to economic development. It has never been at odds with the military. Why are you intervening in the affairs of the Sword Pavilion?"
Li Fugui raised an eyebrow and said, "One of them is my grandson, and there are others from my village. My involvement has nothing to do with the military."
"That's good," Dongfang Jiu smirked and stepped back. Suddenly, he was surrounded by swirling Dao Qi, and streams of sword energy burst forth. Li Fugui frowned, unsure of Dongfang Jiu's intentions.
At Wudang Temple, thousands of long swords trembled and rose into the air, forming a massive sword dragon that spread across the ground and coiled in the clouds.
"The Lushan Sword Immortal's Ten Thousand Swords Technique; you should leave quickly," an aged voice echoed.
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