Cuando los tres ataques de energía de espada chocaron, no creía que el alma de Miansheng fuera completamente invencible en su "camino de las Tres Almas".Miansheng remained steadfast and silent;he dared not ask the old Immortal Sword for more force this time because it might make him look bad.The three strands of sword qi were sharp and heavy, like a plow turning a field.
They cut through the three invisible paths within his body, leaving gullies as if three icy streams flowed in his heart.Although they were hard to endure, Miansheng had experienced worse while in Bamboo Pavilion.Zhiyi sensed something wasn’t right and further raised Miansheng’s Fourth Realm height.
He glanced at the slightly trembling Cool Umbrella sword before him, took a deep breath, “Miansheng, I am going to use Cool Umbrella to forcefully refine your soul and body;this will be painful.
If you can’t hold on, speak up!Aunque la Umbrella Fría es mi Espada de Destino, está conectada a mí, pero aún se siente como una intrusa en tu reino.
Tu alma podría obstaculizar nuestra conexión.
Normalmente, cuando combato contra enemigos, puedo ignorar las consecuencias, pero para nosotros no es así.
Así que no intentes ser fuerte."Miansheng removed his sword furnace and stepped back, forming a long-ago fist form with one hand pressed against his chest while the other rose above his head.If he raised another leg, it would resemble a Buddhist temple’s guardian deity, but only in appearance;the true intention was different.
This punch was the Cloudy Marsh technique that had repelled golden clouds and dragons twice at the Sun Family Manor.After changing to this fist form from his Mountain Shaking Sword Furnace, the atmosphere changed.No longer the bright young man who joked with Fan Er, no longer the steady young man focused on his stance.
He now resembled a martial arts master standing atop a mountain range.This punch was about to be thrown but not yet.Just a fist form.What an impressive spirit!If it were several Seventh Realm masters or even that aged Eighth Realm grandmaster in Old Dragon City, it would be understandable after decades of forging their strength.
But this young man…
how old is he?Zhiyi felt more and more shocked today.Miansheng’s mind was fully immersed;there were no longer any Cool Umbrella swords, no Núcleo Dorado sword cultivators.Only the barefoot old man’s brutal laughter echoed in Bamboo Pavilion, filled with bravado.
Each blow made him feel like he was worse off than dead, each insult calling him a coward and weakling, mixed with his heartfelt words to the entire world, even though most of it wasn’t directed at Miansheng.This punch would send a Celestial Being back to heaven!This punch would make a clear distinction between heaven and earth, standing on this very fist!Miansheng shouted, "Draw your sword!"The old Immortal Sword didn't show any displeasure.
With a change in his mind, the Cool Umbrella sword turned from solid to ethereal, like charging into enemy territory for a king.Miansheng’s face turned pale as he clenched both fists and shifted his stance.The ground of the small courtyard vibrated slightly;his mountainous fist qi spread underground.Zhiyi frowned.
With two fingers, he drew downward, imitating a martialist slicing an opponent open with a long sword.Miansheng widened his eyes, gritting his teeth, and his cheeks bulged as he changed his fist form to the Cloudy Marsh once more but started contracting it slightly, reducing the distance between his fists.Simultaneously, all the outward punch qi rapidly converged back into his body, like suddenly closing one’s hands to swat a fly."It's too presumptuous," Zhiyi sneered, bringing up both fingers and raising them to increase the weight of the Cool Umbrella sword qi.Miansheng’s shoulders trembled as he abruptly punched out, his fist qi surged into the sky.
The ancestral willow tree that had obscured the courtyard’s atmosphere revealed its true form—like waterfalls covering a gully, it was struck by a powerful punch and sent ripples throughout the entire yard.The old man grumbled in his heart, "I don’t believe this!A mere Fourth Realm martialist, how can he be taught?"He took a step back, crossed one hand behind him while making a sword hand gesture with the other.
He said sternly, "Miansheng, the true test of your sword is now beginning!The Cool Umbrella will alternate between solid and ethereal forms to refine both your body and soul."The young man’s eyes were resolute;he didn’t speak but retracted his ancient fist form and slowly retreated with graceful steps.There was an endless sea of different sword qi in the world.
Zhiyi, a Núcleo Dorado practitioner, understood the true essence of sword techniques as granting eternal coolness to humanity, making wherever the Cool Umbrella flew through a place of relief.Not far from the Bamboo Pavilion’s courtyard, another ordinary house, Jinsu was eating a piece of watermelon.
The island had natural springs where chilled fruits were the best.
Jinsu’s mentor, Auntie Gui, no longer had any interest in earthly delicacies;she admired her student’s beauty, but even this simple act of eating seemed to bring out a natural elegance.She thought that was why both Sun Jiashu and Fu Nanhua from Old Dragon City felt drawn to the same woman.
Jinsu liked Sun Jiashu, but Auntie Gui didn’t want to reveal the truth.
She didn’t think they could be paired together as divine companions;as her preferred match for Jinsu, Sun Jiashu was least favorable, Fu Nanhua slightly better, and Fan Er the best.Still, the world’s romantic relationships were not decided by a man's qualities or if both parties were suitable.Who was to blame?Auntie Gui felt somewhat self-deprecating.
She knew who to blame first but couldn’t say now.She was startled and turned to look at the Bamboo Pavilion courtyard.Jinsu asked, "Mentor, what is it?"Auntie Gui smiled, "You seem to underestimate that young man named Mian."Jinsu picked up a piece of refreshing watermelon and said indifferently, "Even if he's as tall as the sky, it has nothing to do with me."Auntie Gui seemed to hear something.
She nodded and then told Jinsu, "You have something to do.
Go to the village store at the foot of the mountain;your Grandpa Zhi left a message there.
It should be prepared already.
When you return, wait for him to mention it before getting a large water bucket ready for the Bamboo Pavilion.”Jinsu was confused, “Why?The young guest wants to soak in medicinal liquids and temper his body?Isn’t that something only Body Temperament practitioners do?”The woman didn't want to continue, "Doing these things for a young man, Mentor.
I feel uncomfortable.
It’s not like me, but I’m usually busy with guests brewing tea, playing music, cleaning the courtyard, chess games, and poetry recitals.
But preparing them for bathing…
it’s just…"La mujer sonrió y dijo: "Entonces, ¿tu padre lo hará personalmente?"Golden Millo suspiró.
Después de limpiar cuidadosamente sus dedos, dijo: "¿Por qué no me hago cargo?¡No podría ir mejor!"Tan pronto como Golden Millo abandonó el patio chico, volvió con una expresión de asombro, trayendo un grupo de invitados impresionantes de la Isla del Florescencia.
Inicialmente, se sintió un poco nerviosa, no sabiendo por qué estos individuos insistían en visitar a "Mama Chai".
Pero cuando vio que su maestro ya estaba en el umbral del patio chico, su corazón se calmó.