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The taotie pattern on the scabbard was still spitting out remnants of ghostly fire.
It's not too late now, anyway, his head will be displayed on the city gate sooner or later.
Zhuge Yun stared at the faintly visible Heavenly Dao patterns on the cuffs of the two men's sleeves.
Suddenly, I recalled a rumor from the martial arts world—one wielded the Thunder Tribulation Sword, a weapon of slaughter, and the other possessed the Immortal's Sword, a symbol of destiny; together, they could sever the karmic ties of the mortal realm.
The bitterness rising in his throat was even worse than the poison sac; he bit his tongue hard.
He sprayed his blood essence onto the Blood River Escape Talisman in his robes: Even if I lose today, I will make you pay in the future.
The moment the black mist burst open, Li Changsheng had already formed the Soul-Chasing Sword Technique at his fingertips, but he suddenly stopped when he saw the talisman patterns clearly.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword trembled resentfully within its scabbard, and Zhuge Yun's figure was swirled into a vortex by the black mist.
The curse mark left behind before disappearing carried the aura of the underworld—this person actually used a living soul as a guide to open a gap between the mortal realm and the ghost realm.
It's a guide to the underworld... Wei Changxuan picked up a wisp of lingering black mist.
The lightning power at his fingertips scorched him into dust. It seems that the master behind him is more troublesome than we thought.
Li Changsheng watched as the dark clouds gradually dissipated in the sky, and the tattered pages of the Hetu and Luoshu in his sleeve emitted a faint light:
To be able to unleash the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation Sword within the Spirit-Sealing Array, Young Friend Wei truly lives up to his reputation.
As he turned, the hem of his blue robe swept across the mess on the ground. But next time you encounter such a scene, remember to leave this old man a whole corpse—Song—
Before he finished speaking, a muffled thunderous roar suddenly came from the distant mountains, as if some ancient being had been awakened.
As Wei Changxuan watched Li Changsheng's departing figure carrying his sword, he suddenly realized that the sword light from before and the sword light of today were seven parts similar.
His fingertips lightly traced the scabbard of the lightning tribulation wooden sword, an ominous ripple rising in his heart:
Perhaps Zhuge Yun is just the tip of the iceberg; the real game... has only just begun.
Chapter 348 Back to the Academy!
Zhao Yujia gripped the peach wood sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the lingering heat on the sword still faintly radiated from it.
He gazed at the chaotic training ground, a bitter taste of relief rising in his throat: If it weren't for Brother Wei's intervention, our fate would likely have been dire!
Before he could finish speaking, black energy suddenly seeped from the talisman pouch at his waist, its seal broken by the ghost during the earlier melee.
Yin Luoxia closed the folding fan painted with landscape pictures, and three evil-repelling copper coins slid out from her wide sleeves. With a hand gesture, they turned into streams of light and disappeared into the ground.
She bowed gracefully to Li Changsheng, her golden hair ornament swaying gently: "If it weren't for Senior breaking the formation this time!"
We've probably fallen victim to Zhuge Yun's wicked scheme! The ink bamboo on the fan was soaked with cold sweat, outlining a disheveled state after surviving a calamity.
Li Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, his moon-white Taoist robe billowing gracefully in the night breeze.
His gaze towards Wei Changxuan held a hint of scrutiny, yet also a subtle hint of approval: During the crucial exam period, safety should be the top priority, but I didn't expect...
The old man suddenly chuckled, his fingertips brushing against the lingering illusion on Wei Changxuan's shoulder.
As the golden light of the Dao patterns flashed, the tangled black mist transformed into specks of fluorescent light. Young friend Wei, at such a young age, was already able to unleash the rudimentary form of Sword Heart Clarity. Truly, the younger generation is to be feared.
Wei Changxuan was taken aback upon hearing this, and subconsciously touched his chest—the burning sensation from swinging the sword still lingered there.
"These are just some clever tricks," Wei Changxuan said with a slight smile.
At this moment, Li Changsheng nodded.
Three jade slips flew out from his sleeve and landed in the palms of the three men respectively. Zhuge Yun was well aware of the weaknesses of people's hearts and knew that the only way to overcome them was to use his innate Qi.
He gazed at the gradually whitening horizon in the distance, his tone suddenly becoming solemn.
This seemingly ordinary test is actually related to some secrets.
Remember this: if you encounter an ancient mirror engraved with the Taotie pattern during the upcoming trials...
Before the words were finished, the ground suddenly trembled, and the remains of Zhuge Yun, who had just been killed, turned into black mist.
It solidified into a bronze mirror engraved with ferocious patterns.
The mirror reflected the figures of many people, but they all had twisted, pointed ears and sharp claws.
Wei Changxuan's reflection showed him holding a blood-dripping broken sword, with piles of white bones at his feet.
Yin Luoxia unfolded the Mountain and River Fan in her hand with a snap, and the rivers on the fan surface suddenly flowed backward, which was actually a sign that the illusion in the mirror was beginning to erode reality.
Li Changsheng flicked his finger, and a Dao pattern transformed into a golden needle that pierced the mirror's surface. The bronze mirror emitted a shriek of resentment.
But it shattered suddenly when it touched the primordial cloud pattern on his sleeve.
After the conversation ended.
As the group returned to the academy along the bluestone path, dusk had already fallen over the rooftops.
Li Changsheng's moon-white Taoist robe swept across the roadside bamboo groves.
The fluorescent spots on the bamboo joints lit up one by one as he walked, like scattered stars paving the way.
Wei Changxuan noticed that the primordial cloud pattern on the old man's cuffs was faintly visible in the night.
It shares a similar ancient and rustic feel with the Taotie pattern in the mirror during the day.
Li Changsheng suddenly spoke, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear him. He asked about the material of the bronze mirror.
But the pattern is similar to the broken stele you saw in the back hall of Zhenwu Temple.
Wei Changxuan was startled, recalling the broken stele he had seen in the ruins yesterday—the patterns covered in moss.
Indeed, it is exactly the same as the sharp teeth of the Taotie in the mirror.
He was about to speak when he was interrupted by a sudden surge of voices from ahead.
There were at least a hundred students gathered at the main gate of the academy. The lanterns cast their shadows on the screen wall, making them look like a group of restless shadow puppets.
Chapter 349 The Key to the Underground Palace!
Seeing the students' curiosity about the battle that had just taken place,
Li Changsheng raised his hand and pressed down, and the invisible sword intent spread out like ripples, causing all the lanterns to light up with a steady white light at the same time.
"The matter of the underground palace is part of the grand test." His voice carried an undeniable authority.
"If you all truly wish to know, then prepare well for the trials to come—those who lack the strength will not even be able to touch the threshold of the truth."
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
After the crowd dispersed, Li Changsheng led everyone back to the academy.
Li Changsheng's study was filled with the scents of agarwood and sword oil.
Seventy-two broken swords were displayed on the antique shelf.
The most eye-catching thing is the ancient bronze sword in the very center, engraved with the words "Primordial Beginning".
A faint light seeped from the cracks in the scabbard, like a sealed star.
Just as Mu Nanzhi's fingertips were about to touch the scabbard, the sword rack suddenly emitted a humming sound.
The broken swords all turned at the same time, their blades all aimed at Wei Changxuan.
Li Changsheng gestured for everyone to sit down, and the celadon teacups were arranged in the five elements positions on the rosewood table.
Li Changsheng raised his hand and waved five teacups, automatically pouring boiling tea into them.
When boiling tea is poured into a cup, it condenses without overflowing, subtly implying the Taoist mystery of "primordial stillness of water".
"Young friend Wei's knife is quite impressive; it seems that such a material doesn't even exist in this world!"
Then he suddenly looked at Ye Dingzhi, who was staring at the "Tai Xu Sword Intent" on the wall with undisguised fervor in his eyes.
Li Changsheng smiled and continued.
"The entrance to the underground palace is on the third floor of the academy's 'Library Pavilion'." The old man pressed the fragments onto the table.
The mirror reflected distorted images of everyone, and the key to open the entrance...
He looked at Wei Changxuan and said, "It's in the rubbing of the broken stele you brought back from Zhenwu Temple."
"You've all had a tiring trip to Zhenwu Temple." The old man personally pushed a teacup towards Mu Nanzhi.
A fresh "Qingshen Grass" floated in the cup, the very medicinal herb she had used up last night to save Zhao Yujia.
Wei Changxuan gently pushed the bronze fragment across the table, the metal resonating clearly as it touched the wood grain.
The Taotie pattern on the fragment suddenly emitted a faint light, creating visible ripples with the "Primordial Cloud Pattern" on Li Changsheng's cuff.
"Besides this, the legend of 'the enlightened beast guarding the nine gates' is inscribed on the broken stele in the rear hall."
His gaze swept over the bronze ancient token at Ye Dingzhi's waist. "The arrangement of those runes is a mirror image of the 'Candle Dragon Pattern' on the back of Ye Xiaoyou's ancient token."
Asking for flowers
Ye Dingzhi's thumb rubbed the edge of the ancient token, where the sword mark from his fight with the Double-Eyed Taoist during the day was still visible.
"That person's 'divine control technique' can manipulate a century-old clay sculpture, and even made the statue of 'True Martial Emperor' crush the scabbard of my 'Evil-Slaying Blade'."
He suddenly looked up, his pupils reflecting the eerie light of the remaining fragments, "but when I unleashed 'Candle Dragon Opens Its Eyes,' he retreated faster than anyone else."
Zhao Yujia's peach wood sword trembled uneasily in its sheath, and the "Five Thunder Talisman" on the tassel had been burned black.
"That guy has gold dust embedded in his fingernails!" he suddenly remembered. "The same material as the seals on the 'Forbidden Books Section' on the third floor of the library!"
Mu Nanzhi exclaimed in surprise and subconsciously reached for the rubbing in her bosom.
Zhao Yujia's peach wood sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath with a clang, and Yin Luoxia's folding fan unfolded again, the landscape painting on the fan now transformed into a maze map.
Ye Dingzhi's Demon-Slaying Blade was finally drawn three inches from its sheath. The "Demon-Slaying Pattern" on the blade resonated with the fragments in the mirror, emitting a clear and melodious sword sound.
Li Changsheng watched the crowd's reactions with satisfaction and took the "Primordial Sword" from the antique shelf.
The moment the scabbard cracked, Wei Changxuan seemed to hear countless sword cries exploding in his sea of consciousness.
Chapter 350 The Chess Game, the Chess Pieces!
Upon hearing Li Changsheng's words,
The teacup between Wei Changxuan's fingers hovered in mid-air, the amber-colored tea soup rippling out.
"So, that double-pupiled Taoist was originally arranged by the academy?!"
“That’s right!”.
Li Changsheng said.