327 The Outstandingness of a Renowned Sword

The path of the sword obviously was about cultivating the sword. The sword wasnaturally important. But… was it really that important? Other than impactingthe strength in battle, could it really influence the level of cultivation ofthe user? Currently, the sword in Su Li’s hand originated from a smithy in a small townunder Mount Li. It was personally forged by the obscure blacksmith in thesmithy, Luo Dagen, after spending a few silvers and half a day. It had alreadybeen with him for over twenty years. With this ordinary longsword that couldnot be regarded as divine weaponry no matter how it was looked at, he remainedas the strongest person in the path of the sword in the world. Before thesword, those who blocked it were easily split open. Just before, it had justkilled a Demon General. Also because of his ordinary sword, the idea of returning to the simplest formfor the sword was commonly practiced in the Mount Li Sword Sect. The DivineState’s Seven Laws and other young disciples admired the junior martial uncle,all trying to copy him. Qiushan Jun possessed the extremely famous DragonscaleSword, yet when he traversed the continent, or even during that battle where hefought for the key to the Garden of Zhou against the demon experts, he was onlywilling to use an ordinary sword. The sword also originated from the small townbeneath Mount Li, also originated from the same smithy and also was bought witha few silvers. Guan Feibai was also like that. However, it did not influencethe status of Qiushan Jun and Guan Feibai amongst the experts of the youngergeneration. They carried ordinary steel swords, and were also a part of theDivine State’s Laws. “Some stupid people probably won’t understand this.” Black Robe gently wipedaway the snowflakes on the square plate. He looked at Su Li quietly and said,“But I understand that as long as you don’t find that sword, all swords are thesame to you, no matter if it’s that Killing Autumn from Scholartree Manor orthe inferior sword from that smithy.” “Yes.” Su Li stayed quiet for a while, and then said, “I indeed lack a sword.I have always been looking for that sword.” Many years ago, when he was brought to Mount Li by his master from his hometown, he walked through a mountain path of several dozen li in length andentered the sect. He became an inner sect disciple in the Mount Li Sword Sect,and used a very short amount of time to grasp the secrets of the Mount Li SwordStyle. His talent in the path of the sword was slowly revealed, and he gainedthe dear love of his seniors and the admiration of his juniors. However, henever had his own sword. When they were giving out swords in the sword hall of Red Rock Peak, he didnot choose. When he practiced every day and when he sparred with his seniors,he always used a wooden sword. When his seniors asked why he was unwilling tochoose a sword, he said that he did not like the swords in the sword hall.Actually, in his heart, there was always a feeling that those swords alsodisliked him, and avoided him. After an entire year, he completed the study of the basic sword style. Hebegan to pry into the truths of the path of the sword, and finally gained theseniority to enter the main peak to enter his master’s dwelling. His master wasthe sect master of the Mount Li Sword Sect, a peerless expert in the path ofthe sword recognised by the entire continent. However, he did not listen towhat his master was saying at all, and only looked at the sword that hungbehind his master. The sheath of the sword was pitch-black, and made of some material that he didnot know. The sword was in the sheath, and he could not see its trueappearance, but for some reason, he began to like the sword as he looked at it.He became happy and wanted to dance in joy, to grab it, to hug it, to sleepwith it and even bathe with it. What caused him to be even happier was that thesword resonated with a soft, pleasant sound in the sheath, as if it wasresponding to his fondness, and also displaying its own benevolence. Back then, Su Li naturally did not know that this was the sword of the sectmaster of the Mount Li Sword Sect. It was the famous Heaven Shrouding Swordthat was in the top ten on the Tier of Legendary Weapons. The sect master of the Mount Li Sword Sect felt slightly astonished. His swordwas a peerless, fearful sword. It was the sharpest in the world and extremelycold, able to sever emotions and light. Why did it give off such a soft swordresonance today, and why was it so gentle to the little boy? What did it mean?Afterwards, he began to laugh. Because Su Li was his only disciple, the swordclearly had to be passed down, and looking at it then, they did not seem todislike each other, which was very fortunate. That day, Su Li received the promise of his master to pass the sword to him inthe future. This made him extremely happy. It was also the reason why, when hismaster hit his bottom and made him copy out the sword manual five hundred timesfor him breaking the rules of the sect thirty-seven times in the entire year,he did not even talk back, which was extremely rare. Afterwards… his master entered the Garden of Zhou. After that, there was noafterwards. His master never returned. That sword also never returned. Su Licried for three days and three nights at the main peak, and then sat in astupor for seven days and seven nights before returning to his senses. He threwhimself into the cultivation of the path of the sword once again, but thistime, his seniors discovered that there was a sword at his waist. The sword came from a small town under Mount Li, from an unremarkable smithy.It came from an obscure blacksmith at that time, who was the grandfather of thecurrent blacksmith Luo Dagen. With the change of seasons, time slowly passed. Su Li reached an initialsuccess in his path of the sword, and left Mount Li to go to the Garden of Zhou. In the several decades following, he entered the Garden of Zhou every tenyears. This naturally also meant that in those several decades, the control ofthe Garden of Zhou always remained in the hands of humans, so the demons couldnever even lay a finger on it. The reason for this was because he wanted toenter the Garden of Zhou. Who could steal the key to the Garden of Zhou underhis sword? He had two objectives for entering the Garden of Zhou. First of all, he wantedto confirm the death of Zhou Dufu. If the greatest expert under the stars wasalready dead, it was naturally the end of the matter. If he was still alive, SuLi wanted to know just exactly how great of a difference there was between himand Zhou Dufu, and how much more time he needed to defeat him, given that Su Liwas at the upper level of Ethereal Opening at that time. Actually, he wanted to find the sword that was forgotten in the Garden ofZhou. Perhaps the stars never betrayed the hopes of people, or perhaps theHeaven Shrouding Sword could feel his longing: last time he entered the Gardenof Zhou, Su Li actually found it by the stream in the forest. At the same time,the sword became the first and only sword that had been brought out by someonefrom the Garden of Zhou. However, the sword intent of the sword had completely disappeared, onlyleaving behind the sword body. Although the materials that made the sword wererare and valuable treasures, it was no longer the sword from years ago. The renowned sword was the same as before, but it was no longer outstanding. Only after staying silent by the stream for a very long time did Su Li finallyaccept this matter. The sword was still there, but the sword intent was not. As it turned out, hismaster… truly was not there anymore. Carrying the sword that had already lost its spirit, Su Li left the Garden ofZhou and travelled to the Tang Clan in Wenshui City to look for the Old Masterof the Tang Clan who was still willing to forge once in a while. He wished thatthe Old Master could think of a method to revive the sword. Just what statusdid the Old Master have? Why would he have paid any attention to the almostidiotic request of a second generation disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect? Hedid not pay any attention to him at all. Su Li only did one thing. He stood ina stone embankment of the Wenshui Tang Clan hidden deep within the mountains,and used a night to undergo several breakthroughs from the upper level of theEthereal Opening Realm, arriving at the peak level of the Star CondensationRealm. As the richest person on the continent, the thing that the Old Master of theTang Clan was most skilled at was judging value. He knew that Su Li wasdisplaying his value to him, and admitted that Su Li definitely did have thatvalue. As a result, he changed his mind without any hesitation at all,beginning to collect and buy valuable materials from all over the place,attempting to do as Su Li had requested: to revive the renowned sword. Unfortunately, even the Wenshui Tang Clan was unable to completely satisfy SuLi’s request. The memory stopped there. This was because what happened afterwards made evenhim, who was the most unrestrained and uninhibited, or in other words, the mostthick-skinned, to feel slightly awkward. He looked at the patch of shadow in the night sky, and could feel the DemonLord’s unfathomable will. He thought with some ridicule that if that sword wasable to be revived and was in his hand at the current moment, even the DemonLord would be unlikely to warrant his attention. The shadow in the sky drooped lower and lower, as if it was going to come incontact with the grassland far away. Chen Changsheng held onto the Yellow Paper Umbrella and looked at this scene.He did not know exactly why the gazes of the terrifying monsters in the monstertide held coldness and a deathly stillness. He did not know that the shadow in the sky was the shadow of a great peng. Hedid not know that this great peng, which already had half a step into the realmof Saints, was the mount of Zhou Dufu years ago. Crucially, he did not knowthat when the sword intent returned to the Yellow Paper Umbrella, it meant thatthe Sword Pool could appear at any time. Towards that terrifying great peng, hedid not know how great of a provocation it was. Nanke’s black hair was scattered on her shoulders. It was wet due to the rain,and seemed extremely messy. Her small face was pale, and the indifference inher eyes was already long replaced by rage. Before, when they clashed, eventhough they were separated by a distance of over one hundred zhang, the swiftand fierce sword intent had still injured her. She did not understand why thesword intent would actually become so terrifying after entering the YellowPaper Umbrella. “No matter how strong the sword intent is, so what? You don’t know the swordstyle, so just how long can you last just by relying on sword intent?” Hearing the voice of the small demon girl, Chen Changsheng originally wantedto say something, but in the end, he did not say it. Even if he were able touse the sword intent without limit, he would still be unable to solve theproblem of the monster tide that was like an ocean around the mausoleum. With an angry and clear whoosh, the cold wind on the divine path began blowingagain. With the ruffling of her heavy dress in the wind and the slight movementof rainwater, Nanke raised her sword to swing again. Two sword rays erupted from the edge of the Southern Cross Sword. Like twostreaks of starlight they chopped towards Chen Changsheng along the straightdivine path. Chen Changsheng raised the Yellow Paper Umbrella to receive it. Hundreds oftiny wind blades burst out from the surface of the umbrella, and withclosely-packed cutting sounds, the unbelievably swift and fierce sword intentdirectly cut through the two streaks of starlight, before shattering them intocountless pieces. The stone platform in front of the main entrance of themausoleum was covered with specks of starlight, floating like a sea offireflies. Just at this moment, there was the sound of a zither. The ground below the divine path had long been wet due to the torrential rain.The old man sat cross-legged in the rain with the zither on his knees. Helowered his head and played a tune with concentration. The old man was an elder of the Candle Shadow Shamans, and specialised most inmental attacks. It was unknown how much danger was hidden in the sound of thezither that was like the noise of water. The rain that fell from the sky struckthe zither string at the same time as his finger. Afterwards, it was shakeninto mist by the trembling of the zither string, and with the metallic orbreezy sound of the zither, the mist vaguely appeared to be substance.