Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams-Chapter 321 - 195: An Unexpected Gain

The barrier between Danzhou and Yangnao Land.

The figure of Shen Wen’an emerged from the barrier, and what greeted him was a lush bamboo forest.

He slowly halted his steps, and when his eyes swept over this bamboo forest, he felt a bit surprised in his heart.

"Sword Intent..."

Back then, there was no bamboo forest on the clearing in front of this barrier. It was only later, because of his second brother Shen Wenyan, that he went to Cyan Ruo Sword House to seek help from Lingshan Sword Immortal.

In the end, he did not meet Lingshan Sword Immortal, but he was given a Cyan Bamboo Sword.

Lingshan Sword Immortal instructed him to insert that Cyan Bamboo Sword at the barrier leading from Danzhou to Yangnao Land.

Now, many years later, that Cyan Bamboo Sword had already taken root and sprouted, slowly proliferating into a vast and dense bamboo forest.

In the past, he never paid attention to the uniqueness of this bamboo forest.

This time, after he grasped the rudimentary form of Sword Intent, seeing this bamboo forest again, Shen Wen’an surprisingly felt a faint Sword Intent emanating from those bamboos.

"Enduring the wind and snow without losing its color... endlessly thriving..."

Standing quietly in front of this bamboo forest, a gleam of brilliance flashed in Shen Wen’an’s eyes as he murmured softly.

When he first met Lingshan Sword Immortal, he was just a Junior Cultivator who had just entered the Qi Cultivation Realm and could not perceive the great power of the Sword Immortal.

Upon meeting Lingshan Sword Immortal again, he witnessed the elegance of the Sword Immortal.

The Heaven-Reaching Cyan Bamboo swayed behind, and with just Sword Intent, it suppressed the Qishan Overlord of Hundred Beasts Mountain, directly obliterating an Immortal Sect Influence that had been passed down for countless years. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

At that time, Shen Wen’an thought he had seen the most terrifying means of a Sword Immortal.

However, just seeing this bamboo forest today, he immediately felt he had still underestimated a Sword Immortal.

Just a single Cyan Bamboo Sword imbued with its Sword Intent had actually proliferated into such a large bamboo forest containing Sword Intent...

Shen Wen’an could feel that if Lingshan Sword Immortal wished, the Sword Intent in this bamboo forest could instantly annihilate any Cultivator attempting to pass through the barrier into Yangnao Land!

"Is this how Senior Sister protects Yangnao Land?"

Shen Wen’an pondered silently, then slightly bowed with his sword towards the bamboo forest before flying towards the direction of Cyan Ruo Sword House on his sword.

After grasping the rudimentary form of the Realm Formation, the familiar scenery along the way appeared different in his eyes.

Soaring with the wind, the rolling green mountains and vast earth beneath him exuded an indescribable weight.

The distant, slowly flowing great rivers and small streams seemed to possess an essence of water that could change from soft to hard.

The towering peaks ahead, akin to gorges carved into the earth...

Everything seemed to change its appearance, slowly blurring in his eyes, forming into twisting and contorted long swords!

Shen Wen’an’s gaze became increasingly profound and increasingly perplexed.

The body flying swiftly on the sword was also swaying, threatening to fall from the void at any moment.

A streak of light suddenly shot up from the towering mountains ahead, arriving before Shen Wen’an in the blink of an eye.

It was a disheveled elder seated on a massive Wine Gourd.

The elder leaned slantingly against the large gourd, curiously scrutinizing the teetering Shen Wen’an, his gaze filled with uncertainty.

"Such a peculiar little fellow..."

"And a Sword Cultivator at that."

"At such a young age, to have such attainments in Sword Dao, he must be the lad that Lingshan fancies."

The disheveled elder nodded appreciatively, then took a smaller Wine Gourd from his waist, guzzling a mouthful of clear liquor.

Puff!

The disheveled elder set down the Wine Gourd and directly sprayed the liquor in his mouth towards the unsteady Shen Wen’an in mid-air!

The liquor swelled against the wind, and when it soared above Shen Wen’an’s head, it was like a terrifying wave, slamming against his body!

Splash!

The bewildered Shen Wen’an was doused thoroughly by this wave, instantly waking up and stabilizing his sword-controlled body.

But before he realized it, there had appeared not far beside him, an odd elder riding a giant gourd, in front of whom suddenly floated a three-inch Flying Sword, vigilantly observing him.

"Haha..."

"You young one are quite rude. If not for this old man saving you just now, your Divine Spirit might have been lost to the void, never to awaken again."

The disheveled elder laughed heartily, showing no intention of making a move.

Upon hearing this, a flash of confusion passed through Shen Wen’an’s eyes, but then he recalled his previous situation.

When he arrived in Danzhou and saw the Sword Intent Bamboo Forest formed by Lingshan Sword Immortal’s Cyan Bamboo Sword at the entrance to the barrier, he became particularly attentive to the Realm.

Everything he saw along the way slowly became realms in his eyes.

Immersed in that state, he was naturally unaware of the events that followed.

It must have been this elder before him who awakened him from that state.

Thinking of this, he immediately retrieved the Dragon Soul Magical Sword, cupped his hands in salute towards the disheveled elder from a distance, and said, "Thank you, senior, for your assistance."

The disheveled elder chuckled and nodded, saying, "At such a young age, your cultivation has already reached the Middle Stage of Fetal Breathing, and you’ve grasped the rudimentary form of the Realm Formation..."

"Kid, your talent is no weaker than that of my disciple."

Shen Wen’an was slightly taken aback, then seemed to recall something. After carefully examining the elder, he asked, "Senior, are you... the master of Lingshan Sword Immortal?"

The elder smiled and nodded, "I am Liu Qixuan."

Seeing his acknowledgment, Shen Wen’an cupped his hands again, "Shen Wen’an pays respects to the senior."

That Liu Qixuan lazily lay on the large gourd and waved his hand, "Enough, my disciple is on the mountain, you should go."

"Remember, in your current condition, you should not casually comprehend the realm of all things."