World's No. 1 Swordsman-Chapter 414: I, Fei Lianzi, Never Had A Dream (II)

At that moment, a shout rang out from the side.

"Esteemed seniors! Please wait!"

The twelve ancient cultivators simultaneously frowned and turned to the source, finding a round-faced Daoist priest. He wobbled on his flying sword, appearing slightly drunk.

He was still at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, on the verge of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm. He was clearly no match.

The ancient Mount Mao cultivator shouted, "Who are you? Keep your distance! We are slaying a devil!"

Face bright with excitement, Fei Lianzi offered, "Senior! I am Fei Lianzi of the Shu Sword Sect, here to help get rid of the devil! I wish to lend you my strength! Please allow me to join you in battle!"

The ancient cultivators frowned, while Huai Jing and Xiaomiao in the forest looked on in confusion.

"Nonsense!" an ancient cultivator shouted. "Do you know how powerful this fiend fox is?"

Fei Lianzi's eyes shone with determination. Boldly, he declared, "Purging devils is the duty of every cultivator! I am but a humble Daoist, seniors, but please indulge me. Even if I can only contribute a little, it will suffice! Esteemed seniors, I have a dream!

"Since childhood, I have dreamed of becoming like you—slaying fiends, ridding the world of evil, and standing tall with unmatched abilities! Even if it means laying down my life and perishing alongside the fiend, my heart to protect the Dao will never waver! Please let me join you! I have a dream!"

The few Tribulation Realm cultivators exchanged glances. One looked at a probing drone in the sky, while the others nodded slowly.

The ancient Mount Mao cultivator laughed heartily, his spirits soaring. "Very well! So the new generation of cultivators still has such courage. If we are distracted while guarding you, so be it! Come forward and join us in slaying this devil!"

"Thank you, Senior!"

Fei Lianzi grinned, mounted his flying sword, and rose above the lake. He shouted, "The sword has no beginning, the sword has no end! Limitless heaven and earth, allow me to ride the wind with my forefathers as witness!"

He formed sword finger gestures in both hands and pointed at the scabbard behind him, making a plain-looking ancient sword slide out. Guided by his Sword-Controlling Art, it swung rapidly toward the ground below.

Feeling the power of Fei Lianzi's Sword-Controlling Art, the ancient cultivators either showed a hint of disdain or smiled faintly. They realized that, to show their benevolence as senior cultivators, they not only had to indulge Fei Lianzi's dream but also protect him.

Hum!

Hum!

Below, an extremely sharp sword intent surged. The ancient sword descending above the lake unleashed an astonishing Dao Rhythm across a thousand miles.

That's... the power of an immortal!

The twelve ancient cultivators lowered their gazes and looked at him, eyes filled with awe.

The fox in the lake roared. It raised itself to attack the ancient sword.

The sword's radiance blazed like the sun emerging from the night. Sword phantasms formed and plunged downward. One of them, over three hundred meters long, hovered in midair and prepared to strike down on the fox.

At that moment, a faint yet commanding shout echoed across heaven and earth.

"Seal!"

***

A fair distance from the lakeside, Huai Jing froze for a moment. Xiaomiao, looking at the alms bowl, breathed a sigh of relief. She covered her mouth as she cried tears of joy.

"This is..." Huai Jing murmured, still in disbelief. "It's the sword spirit! The senior from the Shu Sword Sect!"

Huai Jing smiled and patted his bald head. He then grabbed Xiaomiao by the shoulder and dashed southwest into the forest.

"What are we waiting for, then? Let's leave before those ancient cultivators go mad! Ha... Hahaha! I don't know why I feel like laughing," he muttered.

Meanwhile, Xiaomiao slowly closed her eyes and fainted from exhaustion.

Huai Jing could only apologize in response. While the cultivators were distracted, he shouldered her and slipped away through the forest.

***

High above the lake, the ancient sword cultivator descended, his expression grim. He unleashed sword energy with full force, yet the brilliant light below did not waver. Instead, the Dao Rhythm rebounded, driving him back and making him bleed from the corner of his mouth.

A dozen enraged gazes fell on Fei Lianzi, who looked utterly baffled.

He gazed down at the scene and mumbled in his local dialect, "I just picked up this random sword behind the mountain. How is it so strong?"

Before the ancient cultivators could react, the radiance faded, and the countless sword phantasms dissolved. The entire lake had evaporated, and in its dry bed now stood a massive stone sword.

The white fox was gone—all that was left was Xi Lian in human form, sealed within the tip of the stone sword. She looked at peace, as if gently asleep.

The ancient sword flew lazily back through the air. With a resonant hum, it slid back into the scabbard on Fei Lianzi's back.

"The fiendish devil wasn't that tough after all." Fei Lianzi clicked his tongue, then looked up at the twelve grim-faced ancient cultivators. He smiled and bowed. "Thank you, seniors, for allowing me to reach the pinnacle of my life! I seriously can't express my gratitude enough. You're all the reason my dream came true! I will forever remember your kindness! Of course, you were the ones who slew the fiendish devil. I merely lent a hand."

One of the ancient cultivators shouted angrily, "Release the seal! We came to kill the devil, not imprison it!"

"Who said it's sealed?" Fei Lianzi looked down, confusion written all over his round face. "Do you seniors not know that the Shu Sword Sect has a secret art that seals first and dissolves later? You only have to wait ten years! After that, the fiend's soul will scatter completely. You wouldn't destroy the one dream I've finally fulfilled, would you, seniors?"

Schwing!

With a metallic ring, the sword on his back slid half an inch from its scabbard. The ancient cultivators around him immediately grew wary.

The one from Mount Mao chuckled. "You're certainly a rising star! Thank you for enlightening us!"

Fei Lianzi grinned. "Esteemed seniors, would you care to visit our sect for tea? It's not far from here."

"Another day. We'll be sure to visit to discuss the Dao."

Fei Lianzi bowed courteously. "Please do inform us beforehand. Our entire sect will tidy up to welcome you all as esteemed guests."

Hands clasped behind his back, he flew away on a sword, a faint smile still on his lips. Behind him, the twelve ancient cultivators dove toward the lake.

Without looking back, he murmured, "Senior, do you think they can break the seal?"

"Not until they reach the Ascended Immortal Realm," Nameless calmly replied. "I believe we've helped enough. Fei Yu can handle the rest."

Fei Lianzi smiled serenely. "I, Fei Lianzi, never had a dream."

He hummed a tune as he flew back to the Shu Sword Sect.