Chapter 1 The Ancestral Court of the Military School, the Martial Temple
Within the Martial Temple, the main deity is the Ancestor of War, followed by the Saints of the Military School, Ding Muchen, Han Xin, and others, known as the Four Sages of the Military School, who attend on either side. In addition, there are the Ten Sages of the Martial Temple and the Seventy-two Generals. Within the Martial Temple, golden statues exuding a solemn aura of slaughter stand erect, each lifelike, enjoying the incense from the human world and the gathered killing intent of the Military School from across the three realms.
To be admitted to the Martial Temple and ranked among its many Saints has always been the greatest dream of those in the Military School.
At this moment, a new golden statue stands among the Seventy-two Generals outside the Ten Sages of the Martial Temple, ranked among the top. This is a rare achievement in the Military School. The statue is lifelike, depicting a middle-aged man with a stubbled beard, wearing a short shirt and a tattered cloak, a long sword on his back, and an air of leisure mixed with a hint of killing intent and authority.
"Swish~~~"
A man emerged from the golden statue, seeming to relish the honor bestowed by heaven and earth. He took a deep breath and strode out of the Martial Temple. Outside, two Saints of the Military School were observing the world's affairs around a water缸. With their abilities, a mere glance would suffice to understand everything in the lower realm, yet they still gathered by the water缸 to observe, finding it more engaging.
"Tsk tsk!"
Han Xin turned, saw the disheveled man emerge from the Martial Temple, and laughed, "Congratulations to Sword Immortal Tang for entering the Martial Temple. Your ranking is even higher than your father's was in his day. Congratulations, congratulations!"
Tang Guangjun cupped his fists, his expression exceedingly humble, "Many thanks to Military Immortal, many thanks to the Sect Leader. Without your machinations, Tang Guangjun would never have this new life."
"You know that is good."
A spiritual avatar of Ding Muchen turned to look at Tang Guangjun and said, "Your physical body has only recently been reformed, and your primordial spirit is not yet entirely stable. This thirteenth realm... is a bit flimsy. Instead of enjoying worship in the divine seat, why not consume more incense? Why are you coming out now? Are you perhaps intending to parade through the ancestral court a few times to show off?"
"Not exactly."
Tang Guangjun looked down at the mortal realm and frowned, "The Mountain Master is preparing to kill Chen Feng in the Snail Forest. Although Shuangzhi and Yu Wanning are here to support, Chen Feng is, after all, a Demon King, and a sword cultivator at that. It's possible someone might be exchanged for his life. Tang Guangjun is not talented, and as the lowest-ranked honored guest of the Mountain Peak Villa... although eating cold pig's head meat in the Martial Temple is indeed comfortable, I still wish to descend to assist the Mountain Master!"
"You've made up your mind!"
Ding Muchen said sternly, "If you go and are killed, you will never return. If your soul dies again, it will be quite weak. Even if Han Xin and I sacrifice a hundred years of our cultivation, we cannot save you. Of course, we won't try to save you, as our friendship isn't that deep. You must think clearly."
"I know."
Tang Guangjun smiled, "But I am the right and left arm of the Mountain Master's junior brother. The Sect Leader will save me."
"Damn it!"
Ding Muchen flicked his leg, kicking Tang Guangjun's backside, and said with a laugh, "After your Yin God achieves sainthood, you've become quite bold. Go if you wish, but remember, only use your sword, don't risk your life. Others can still have a chance even if they die, but you, Tang Guangjun, have no such opportunity. If you die in the mortal realm, your divine seat in the upper realm will immediately shatter."
"Yes, Tang Guangjun remembers!"
The disheveled man grinned and said, "Sect Leader, my Dengtian is still enshrined on the Demon Ancestral Mountain. I have no suitable sword now. I beg the Sect Leader to grant Tang Guangjun a sword. I will return it after I use it."
"Hmph!"
Ding Muchen laughed, "Go to the Myriad Sword Tomb in the back mountain yourself. You can take any sword that resonates with your heart and mind, even those left by the Ancestor of War. If you have the ability, take one, and only one."
"Alright!"
Tang Guangjun bowed his thanks again, then looked at the Military Immortal and said, "Tang Guangjun once again thanks the Military Immortal for saving my life."
"Get lost."
"Yes!"
Tang Guangjun maintained his posture of cupping his fists, looked up at Han Xin, and didn't leave.
"What are you waiting for?"
The Military Immortal asked in surprise, "Waiting for Lin Zhao to finish his fight?"
"No."
Tang Guangjun said, "If the Military Immortal doesn't say a few sarcastic words, I feel something is missing, and leaving will make me feel uneasy."
"Tsk tsk."
Han Xin scoffed, "Hurry up and leave. Don't die in the mortal realm again. It's quite embarrassing for a thirteenth realm expert of the Martial Temple to die in the mortal realm. And you never married in this life, so you don't know the taste of women when you die, which is quite pitiful."
"Oh my!"
Tang Guangjun slapped his forehead and laughed, "Now everything is complete. I'm leaving. I'll treat you two to drinks when I return. If everything goes smoothly, after the Mountain Master breaks through the Demon Ancestral Mountain, I, Tang Guangjun, will be the first to capture some curvaceous demon girls and let the Sect Leader and Military Immortal have a good time!"
"Get out!"
The Martial Saint and Military Immortal each kicked Tang Guangjun away, sending him off.
The back mountain of the Military Ancestral Court, the Myriad Sword Tomb.
This enormous burial mound is filled with long swords, the weapons of the ancient Sages of the Military School throughout history. Some of these Sages are still alive, while most are no longer here. Thus, these long swords have become the fortune of the Military Ancestral Court. Only with the permission of the Sect Leader, the Martial Saint, can one enter the Myriad Sword Tomb to select a sword. This honor has now fallen upon Tang Guangjun.
"Hmm?"
Standing on the Myriad Sword Tomb, Tang Guangjun immediately noticed a deep red long sword at the summit of the tomb. It was the sword of the Ancestor of War in his youth. It is said that the Ancestor of War, wielding this sword, swept across the land, helping the Emperor win the empire for eight hundred years. This sword has slain many celestial beings in the upper realm. It is named "Zhu Xian" (Immortal Slayer), a divine sword of the upper realm, possessing immense killing intent. Although it is not ranked among the Ten Great Swords of the mortal realm, its killing power surpasses that of Xundong Sword. Moreover, Tang Guangjun deeply loves its name.
He walked step by step towards the Zhu Xian Sword. A man must have presence. Alcohol should be the strongest, women the most beautiful, and swords, naturally, should have the heaviest killing intent!
At the ancestral court.
Ding Muchen frowned, "This scoundrel, he's not going to take the Ancestor of War's sword, is he?"
"Hahaha~~"
Military Immortal Han Xin, with a look of schadenfreude, said, "You didn't expect this, did you? He actually has a resonance with the Ancestor of War's sword. Just wait for the old man to come back and apologize!"
Ding Muchen rubbed his nose, "The Ancestor of War is highly respected and will not hold it against me. When Tang Guangjun returns, I'll send him over to be beaten by the old man."
...
Snail Forest.
The moment a verdant bamboo leaf flew past, Chen Feng felt a surge of alarm. He roared and swept his sword horizontally, shouting, "Lin Zhujie, you dog thief!"
"Bang!"
The sword light shattered, striking a circular sword aura barrier. It was Lin Zhao's hidden dragon in the abyss. To kill Chen Feng, Lin Zhao had once again detonated level 1. As for his level, he could regain it later by spending some time grinding. Once the Demon Ancestral Mountain was breached, wouldn't it become a leveling ground for human players?
"Attack!"
Lin Zhao instantly unleashed a horizontal sword strike, stunning Chen Feng's body in place.
In the wind, Shuangzhi and Tong Yu simultaneously drew their swords, their sword lights raging. However, they all collided with Chen Feng's sword aura. Sword aura fragments shattered, but they could not pierce the sword aura. A wisp of breeze circled the sword aura, making it incredibly difficult to breach.
Chen Feng was a prized disciple of the Kunpeng Demon Ancestor and the unique thirteenth realm sword cultivator demon king of the demon race. His talent was outstanding. The wisp of wind from the three realms he refined had also made him a prominent figure in Wuwang Mountain of the upper realm. Within ten years of the Battle of Bai City, Chen Feng had killed and severely injured countless cultivators of the human race's upper five realms. He had been present in every major battle. The fact that Chen Feng survived for ten years was enough to prove his capabilities.
Killing Chen Feng is difficult!
But once Chen Feng is killed, the demon race will lose a formidable general!
"Seeking death?!"
Chen Feng's sword light flickered, and strands of sword energy erupted, rapidly attacking Shuangzhi and Tong Yu. Even though the two human sword immortals joined forces, they were still unable to withstand Chen Feng's ferocity!
"Swish!"
A wisp of fire flashed between Lin Zhao's fingers. After igniting a Speed Talisman, he instantly appeared below Chen Feng and unleashed a Dragon Ascending Slash, cleaving through the sky and sending Chen Feng's elusive figure flying into mid-air. At this moment, a thunderous sound echoed from afar. Yu Wanning, enveloped in boundless fist intent, unleashed a powerful punch from a distance, striking Chen Feng's abdomen and scattering countless sword auras.
Chen Feng looked up and saw strands of water essence condensing in the space between heaven and earth, forming a small world of water essence created by Lin Xingchu. Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, realizing the killing intent of Lin Zhao and the others. In this battle, they would not stop until they killed him. For a moment, Chen Feng's inner ferocity was ignited.
You want to kill me, Chen Feng? Are you enough in number?
He let out a low roar, swung his long sword, and a blinding storm of sword intent formed around him. Not to mention Zhang Luobai and Zhuang Yirong, even Tong Yu found it difficult to approach. Only Shuangzhi and Yu Wanning could get close to Chen Feng and contend with him.
"Stay away!"
Lin Zhao, forcefully pushed back by the strong wind, shouted, "Tong Yu, Luobai, you two just use your flying swords from a distance to assist, don't get close, lest you be killed. Yirong, stay far away and just watch!"
Saying this, Lin Zhao directly activated his skills and charged back into the storm. The sword intent of the Eternal Sword Scripture continuously erupted, unleashing the techniques of Sunken Sword Style, Holding Up Heaven and Sea, and Charging the Stars in the air, all directed at Chen Feng. In this battle, everyone had to give their all, or they wouldn't be able to kill Chen Feng!
In a blink of an eye, strands of sword wounds appeared on Chen Feng's body, but Shuangzhi and Yu Wanning were not faring any better. They were wounded by the sword energy imbued with the wind of the three realms. Especially Yu Wanning, who had injuries on her chest, neck, arms, and legs. Fortunately, the vitality of a Martial Warrior of the Rebirth Realm was vigorous, but even so, she could not hold on for long. After all, Chen Feng's sword energy was extraordinary, and one wrong move could lead to irreparable damage.
...
Lin Zhao was extremely anxious. The battle had already exceeded sixty seconds. This battle had to be resolved quickly, otherwise, if the demon race reinforcements arrived, it would become troublesome. He frowned, intending to detonate his level for the second time, but just then, a blood-red light flashed in the sky above him.
"Chich!"
Someone split open a blood-red heavenly gate with a sword.
From within the heavenly gate, a figure bestowed with heavenly decree floated down, holding a blood-red immortal sword, wearing a short shirt, a tattered cloak fluttering in the wind behind him, and a blade of grass in his mouth. His appearance was slightly ugly and disheveled.