Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

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The two young men behind the serious looking cultivator laughed as Jiang Shuijie greeted.

The two were Shoujing and Shouxuan, who were injured by Zuo Shaoqing.

They initially held strong resentments towards Qingjiang Sword Sect, but with that mistake, they found it to be rather amusing.

One of the rather handsome young men who had clear brows and bright eyes was Shoujing, he said, “This is the first seat at Discipline Hall, Ge Zhenren. You have mistaken. Our headmaster is very young and he will be here soon.”

The other young man who had a rather fierce look was Shouxuan. He did not seem too satisfied with Shoujing stepping into the conversation.

The reason why Shoujing took the name of silence, ‘Jing’, was because the master thought he could not stay silent. It was meant as a warning. Even though he knew the person was from Qingjiang Sword Sect, he still could not refrain himself from speaking other than simply keeping the amusement at heart. His more laid-back attitude compared to Shouxuan, as a result, while defeated, did not seem to affect him much.

If Shouxuan was not too happy about it, Shoujing decided to not speak more.

Ge Yuan said, “Please wait here for a while, the chief will be here soon.”

It was rather noisy outside, and within the time of a breather, a young man entered the room.

Jiang Shuijie looked outside, it was a twenty-something young man. He had solid sword aura in his body, and at the same time, the Qi of vitality was circulating. He did not dare to make a move but simply to evaluate. In his mind, he thought this could be the one, a young man who came from outside.

He wanted to go forward and greet him, and since Ge Yuan and the others were doing the same, Jiang Shuijie could then affirm that this was the right person. He noticed there was a rather delicate and pretty man behind the young man but before he managed to evaluate him, he already greeted the young man.

The young man was stunned, and said, “What are you doing?”

Choushi could not help but feel shocked when he saw a rather calm cultivator greeting him. He quickly avoided. Being based in Tianyuan Peak, he had met a lot of Huandan Doyen, and hence he could tell the cultivator had reached Dan Dao and could be considered his senior in cultivation.

Jiang Shuijie then realized he was wrong again. Not to mention what he was dressed in when he came closer, the spiritual pressure was low. It did not feel like the kind of cultivation experience where one’s original simplicity was restored.

He did not know what to expect when he came to Qing Xuan – he tried to be extra careful but because of that, he lost his peaceful Daoist heart. As such, he was in a panic.

He laughed at himself, and later he heard the serious looking cultivator, the bearded man, and the two young men greeted the delicate and pretty man at the back, “Greetings, headmaster.”

Jiang Shuijie could not help but look up at the man. He had bright eyes, and a red mark in the middle of his brows. It looked like as if he had stars in his eyes. He had red lips and white teeth. He looked as if he was underage, as he had not been tainted by the worldly desires.

When his glance fell on the delicate and pretty man, he felt like his mind and spirit were faced with a steel wall up front. He felt dizzy. The pressure was heavy as if there was a mountain on him. The feeling only disappeared after he lowered his lead and stopped evaluating.

The man went by him, followed by Ge Yuan and the rest. Jiang Shuijie followed unknowingly.

He sat down on top of a rock bench. Ge Yuan then sat down on his right on a cushion. The others stood aside.

Jiang Shuijie was now clearly aware that he was currently faced with the bona fide chief of Qing Xuan.

However, after making a mistake twice, he tried to calm down before he bowed and greeted, “Please allow the attending Doyen of Qingjiang Sword Sect, Jiang Shuijie, to greet you, Shen Zhenren.”

Shen Lian looked at Yan Bugui. Seeing as he nodded, he knew that Yan Bugui thought this man had some potential in Dao.

He spoke slowly, “Are you here for Swordsman Meng?”

Jiang Shuijie prepared a few responses but he did not expect Shen Lian to be so direct and hence he lost his composure. He nodded, “My Uncle-Master is near Powang and he lost his mind. Junior Apprentice-Brother Zuo is young and naïve and hence he offended you. Please forgive him. ”

Shen Lian said, “Swordsman Meng is well treated here. I did not do anything to him.”

Jiang Shuijie responded, “Zhenren, thank you for your kindness and generosity. I hereby present some gifts for you in the name of our chief. Please take it as an apology for my Uncle-Master’s mistakes. If you have any request, I will try my best to fulfill it.”

Shouxuan laughed, “We Qing Xuan doesn’t need anything from you Qingjiang Sword Sect.”

Jiang Shuijie felt embarrassed.

Shen Lian laughed and pointed at Shoujing and Shouxuan, “These two were injured by Zuo Shaoqing. They don’t have the cleanest moral nature yet, and hence they are still angry about the occurrence. Please do not mind.”

His words were soothing as they were at the right pacing but Jiang Shuijie could not understand what Shen Lian was thinking.

Jiang Shuijie then said, “It was my Uncle-Master’s fault for offending your sect. How would I dare to take offense at the two?”

Shen Lian said, “You two were punished by Zuo Shaoqing because you did not study hard enough, but this was not due to the techniques at Qing Xuan. Jing Qing, please come in.”

The Daoist child brought in two people, Meng Xunzhen and Zuo Shaoqing.

Jiang Shuijie turned around and saw and he looked rather agitated.

He realized the two were safe, only looking slightly drained. Their Daoist bodies were not damaged too.

Meng Xunzhen questioned when he saw Jiang Shuijie, “Why are you here?”

Jiang Shuijie replied, “Uncle-Master, I am here in the name of the chief to bring you back.”

He did not use the word redemption to not hurt Meng Xunzhen’s pride.

Meng Xunzhen did not say much.

Zuo Shaoqing was quiet. During this period of time, his injuries had healed but he still could not make use of his mana.

Shen Lian continued, “If all of you want to have a talk, you can do it later, but since Zuo, you have injured two of my students. What should you do?”

Zuo Shaoqing lifted his head and said, “I will have no second word if you were to kill me.”

Shen Lian said, “Qing Xuan is not the palace of hell. They were beaten by you because they did not master their craft and I would say they deserve it. But as I said, it is not because of Qing Xuan’s techniques. You are talented and a good swordsman, I suppose you rarely have competitions among people your age. I feel like you might have looked down on Qing Xuan after you beat the two.”

Zuo Shaoqing did not reply but his eyes revealed that it was indeed what he thought.

He thought it was attributed to his age and hence the current situation.

“Immortal Zhenren such as Shui Lingzi was born from the True Wandering Light Sword, but to call it the best, it is far from it. For your talent, it is such a waste to be learning such a technique. If you don’t believe it, if you can beat him today, I will let you go.” Shen Lian pointed at Choushi, but every word he sprouted was insulting to Qingjiang Sword Sect.

Meng Xunzhen felt angry but he could not say a word, because of the Celestial Sealing Nail in his body.

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Being unable to release his anger had hurt his mind and spirit. He immediately felt like a punctured balloon.

Nobody had the time to care. Zuo Shaoqing looked at Choushi, “If he doesn’t use any equipment or talisman and can still take three swords move from me, I will say I’ve wasted my whole life learning swords craft.”

Shen Lian smiled, “Choushi, if you can’t beat his True Wandering Light Sword in three moves, you should face the wall for ten years to reflect on it.”

In between words, Shen Lian swung out a ray which fell on Zuo Shaoqing. A small ray flew out from between his brows and fell into the hand of Shen Lian. It was the Celestial Sealing Nail.

His action had a deeper meaning. To beat the enemy was not the point, but the point was to destroy their hearts, to be able to take over the smaller sects.