NABC Chapter 104 Soaring Through the Sky on a Sword, the Sword Immortal of Wudang
Chapter 104 Soaring Through the Sky on a Sword, the Sword Immortal of Wudang
"Beep... Hello, the number you dialed is currently switched off..."
Unconvinced, the old master dialed Zhou Meng, the leader of Wudang, several more times, but to no avail.
"Hey, I can't beat Zhou Meng of Wudang, but I can surely beat one of the three: Fang Dongtian of Baiyun Temple, Chunyang Palace, and Chongyang Palace..."
He changed his target and quickly locked onto the remaining people in his contacts, but to his surprise, the answers from his phone were the same as always.
"Beep... Hello, the number you dialed is currently switched off..."
The old master could only helplessly put down his phone. If he couldn't be sure before, he was now completely certain that the Wudang disciple's affair was part of the entire Quanzhen Sect's scheme.
All the various sects of Quanzhen Taoism got involved, keeping it a closely guarded secret.
He said that he had been talking to the leaders of the Quanzhen sects less often in the past year, and the Quanzhen sects in various places had become quiet. It turned out that they were waiting to give him a big surprise.
As his frustration dissipated, he couldn't help but admire his old friends of the same generation for daring to place such a huge bet.
What's most enviable is that they seem to be close to winning the bet.
But they didn't even take me with them! They didn't even bother to take this humble Taoist priest with them.
Thinking back to this, the old master became depressed again. He wasn't afraid of his brothers doing well, but he was afraid of his brothers doing too well.
With the various factions of Quanzhen paving the way, and the patriarch providing cover, one can foresee how astonishing the young man's achievements will be once he forges his own path.
Thinking of this, the old celestial master could only sigh helplessly, "The opportunity has not yet arrived; it cannot be forced."
If that Quanzhen boy really succeeds, Zhengyi will also benefit greatly from it, and he, as the Celestial Master, will be able to relax a lot in the face of possible future troubles.
"So be it. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. I'm just borrowing other people's children and grandchildren to enjoy their blessings."
Thinking of the current situation of a lack of young talent at Longhu Mountain, the old Celestial Master sat cross-legged on the futon again, cleared his mind, and entered a meditative state once more.
In the dark room, the old master was deep in thought, just like usual, but with a hint of something different.
……
Riding on a sword, soaring through the air, roaming freely between heaven and earth.
Riding on his flying sword, Lü Qian soared through the sky, with wispy clouds brushing past him and a biting wind brushing against his face.
He had a handsome face with a carefree smile. His robes and sashes fluttered in the wind, and a few strands of hair on his forehead danced in the breeze. He truly resembled the sword immortal described by the ancients.
As the sun gradually rose in the sky, the crimson dawn shone down on the clouds, dyeing the pure white clouds with a fiery color and making Lü Qian's Taoist robe shine even brighter.
"A mere inch-long human dweller, yet a vast abode in the heavens and earth."
"His breath pierced the rainbow, his arms embraced the radiant light."
Standing on the peach wood sword, Lü Qian expressed his increasingly surging heroic spirit towards the rising sun.
As he exhaled a surge of passionate emotion, Lü Qian felt a surge of joy in his chest, and his mind became even clearer.
He closed his eyes and began to dance on his own on the three-foot peach wood sword. The yin and yang tai chi forces gradually merged into one with his movements, soft yet strong, and strong yet soft. In the crimson morning glow, he seemed like a drunken immortal dancing with fists.
However, Lü Qian's mind became increasingly serene as he danced, and his primordial spirit in his Niwan Palace gradually solidified and transformed into a human form.
The figure gradually became clearer, dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a sharp sword, with a face identical to Lü Qian's, and eyes filled with majesty. However, this majesty vanished in an instant, leaving only a calm and still silence.
As soon as the primordial spirit was formed, golden light shone brightly in Lü Qian's Niwan Palace, illuminating this area of the upper dantian with crystal clarity, without a trace of darkness.
As the golden light intensified, the primordial spirit figure became even more agile, as if it were about to fly out through the skull.
"Clang!"
The sound of golden locks and jade locks suddenly resounded throughout the upper dantian, and golden books and jade talismans appeared out of thin air around the Niwan Palace, firmly locking the upper dantian that was about to open.
The Dao patterns transformed into tough shackles, like a golden dragon formed from the Dao patterns, which wrapped around the primordial spirit and pulled it back to the center of the Niwan Palace. The Dao patterns on the surface of the golden dragon became brighter and brighter, gradually overshadowing the light on the primordial spirit from the initial faint glow of fireflies.
As the Golden Lock gradually exerted its power, the primordial spirit figure returned to the center of the Niwan Palace, holding the sharp sword in its hand and sitting cross-legged with its eyes closed.
Lu Qian on the peach wood sword suddenly opened his eyes, "The Yang Spirit has been condensed and has already manifested the true form of the Primordial Spirit."
He stopped what he was doing, stood on the peach wood sword with his hands behind his back, and looked out at the sunrise and colorful clouds. The tranquility and ethereal feeling in his heart shone through from within.
"My state of mind is now complete, and my trials in the mortal world have come to an end. It's time to return to Wudang to reflect and mature."
"Having descended Wudang to seek enlightenment, I have gained much from the journey through the mortal world. Next time I visit the Celestial Master, it will be time to verify the Daoist path with this [partner]."
The flying sword in the sky was very fast. In less than half a day, it arrived at the Longhu Mountain area from Sichuan. Looking at the magnificent mountain peak with its ever-changing scenery by the river, he seemed to see a Taoist named Tiantong.
He nodded calmly at the mountain peak, then continued flying towards Wudang on his flying sword.
Golden light swirled, and the flying sword transformed into a shooting star, disappearing into the horizon.
On the back mountain of Longhu Mountain, the old Celestial Master slightly woke up from the dark room and chuckled twice.
"Who do we have here? It's this little guy."
The old master smiled and shook his head. Realizing Lü Qian's identity, he recalled the scene at the Lu family compound seven years ago, and felt both amused and exasperated.
"I messed with Old Lu's elixir, and you messed with his great-grandson's elixir... Tsk, are the Lu family members really that destined for each other?"
"So be it, the new generation will always surpass the old, I'll just wait here."
He rose from the futon, walked to the door, reached out and opened the wooden door, looking at the fleeting golden light in the distance, and muttered to himself.
"Hey, that's a really nice setup."
"It's a pity that the [Golden Escape Flowing Light] technique of my Longhu Mountain has been lost, otherwise this old man would also like to try what it feels like to fly like this..."
The old master stroked his beard and nodded as he watched the streak of light flash across the distant horizon.
Since he is a Taoist master, the continuation of the Taoist lineage in the future is not something this centenarian Celestial Master needs to worry about.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.
Moreover, having cultivated himself to this point, he still lacks a partner, a partner who can help him attain enlightenment.
He is indeed a supreme master who overshadows the world, but he is also Zhang Zhiwei, the number one among his peers.
Even when a child grows old, his blood is still warm.