Legend of Swordsman

4890 Flowing Cloud Grass Sword (1)

Therefore, Jian Wushuang’s question was in vain. Even the three Yan Immortal sword cultivators lowered their heads in embarrassment.

This result was similar to what he had guessed. It would be surprising if a sword cultivator had comprehended his own Sword Dao.

“Since there’s none, it means that they’re still highly malleable. It’s not a bad thing.” Jian Wushuang continued, “How many of you specialize in sword cultivation?”

All the sword cultivators looked at each other. Just like the previous times, no one stood up.

More than 3,000 sword cultivators, in the end, still mainly cultivated Yan power. Their ultimate goal was to produce the Immortal Source and become Yan Immortal.

Compared to the illusory Sword Immortal, becoming a Yan Immortal was much more reliable.

Just as Jian Wushuang had said before, using the sword as the way was too illusory. Even if there were top cultivators who insisted on it, they would eventually give up due to various results.

The path of sword cultivation could not be achieved overnight. It was not a clear goal to begin with, and it could only be clear on the road of continuous progress.

Even if there were thousands of True Swords in the Great Yan Domain, they were just mediums for Yan Immortal to increase the damage of his moves to the peak.

These sword cultivators had also become sword cultivators because of this principle.

In simple terms, they cultivated the sword to serve the Yan power Dao.

At this moment, one of the three Yan Immortals said, “Heavenly Official Jian, according to your standards, I’m afraid we are just the bottom of the barrel. I’m afraid we will never be able to comprehend the True Sword Dao in our entire lives.”

“But now that the Heavenly Official Jian has appeared and showed us the true art of sword cultivation, I can’t help but be moved. I only hope that the Heavenly Official Jian can give us some insight so that we can find the right path.”

After he finished speaking, he bowed to Jian Wushuang solemnly. The 3,000 sword cultivators followed suit.

The path of sword cultivation was too vague and ethereal. It was already quite an amazing thing that they could persist until now.

After hearing this, Jian Wushuang did not say anything more. He released his Yan power and lifted them up like a breeze.

“I’ll agree to everything you’ve said.”

All the sword cultivators were extremely excited at this moment. “Thank you, Heavenly Official Jian!”

To be able to kill a Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal with a pure sword strike without any Yan power, such a shocking and unprecedented event had long been deeply imprinted in their minds.

It turned out that the Sword Dao was so powerful.

In fact, from the moment he stood in the sword discussion arena, Jian Wushuang had already planned to create a Sword Principle that could be controlled by these top cultivators who insisted on the path of sword cultivation.

After lifting up all the sword cultivators in the training hall, he stood quietly in the center of the training hall, as if waiting for something.

The training hall was extremely quiet. Not a single top cultivator spoke. They all looked at Jian Wushuang in anticipation.

As time passed, Jian Wushuang was puzzled. Xu Jin, who he had asked to pick a weed, should have returned a long time ago. He had not returned yet. Could it be that he had encountered some mishap?

Just as he was bewildered, an extremely powerful and vigorous flowing light flashed over from the horizon, filled with a majestic momentum.

Seeing this, Jian Wushuang squinted his eyes. He sensed that the person was not friendly.

In the next moment, the powerful and thick stream of light suddenly arrived!

Boom!!!

The entire training hall shook.

The newcomer was a brawny bald man with a fierce face. He was bare-chested and only had a large animal skin tied around his waist. His entire figure looked wild and full of oppression.

In his left hand, Xu Jin, who had a bloody nose and a swollen face, was on the verge of passing out.

Seeing this, Cheng Qing, who was outside the training hall, cursed in his heart. He was about to go up and smash this troublemaker to the ground.

However, Di Qing pulled him back. “Don’t go yet. Wushuang can solve it.”

When Cheng Qing heard this, he did not force it. He just stared at the bald man with his ox-like eyes, ready to fight at any time.

Before Jian Wushuang could speak, the bald man who was holding Xu Jin shouted, “Who is the guy who killed Chang Duoling? Who is the guy who killed Chang Duoling…”

He shouted so loudly that Jian Wushuang’s eardrums were buzzing.

His expression gradually turned unkind. “It’s me. I killed him.”

The bald man was stunned. He sized up Jian Wushuang and did not believe him at all, “You? A mere peak of the Yan Immortal realm killed Chang Duoling?”

“What, you want to try it too?” Jian Wushuang’s voice gradually turned cold.

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Looking at the burly man in front of him who looked like a maniac, Jian Wushuang was obviously disinterested. “I don’t have time now. Stand aside first. Maybe after I finish teaching, I might exchange a few moves with you.”

“I don’t want to, I want to compete with you now!” he said impatiently.

Jian Wushuang’s expression changed and he suddenly took a step forward. Immediately, millions of flowing light Sword Intents shot up into the sky and caused a great change in the world!

“I’ll say it again, if you dare to be unreasonable again, don’t blame me for throwing you out!”

Looking at the majestic Sword Intent that shot into the sky, the bald man subconsciously swallowed his saliva. “Alright, I’ll wait for you for a moment…”

Jian Wushuang withdrew his Sword Intent and said in a bad mood, “Also, let him go. He is my disciple now.”

The bald man immediately threw Xu Jin to the side.

Xu Jin wiped the divine blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up with difficulty. Then, he walked to Jian Wushuang with light steps.

Then, he trembled as he took out a blade of grass with sharp leaves and forced a smile. “Heavenly Official Jian, I’ve brought the weed here. It’s a good thing it’s not damaged.”

Reaching out to take the weed, Jian Wushuang asked, “Is he the one who beat you?”

Xu Jin’s eyes flashed with a touch of embarrassment and sadness, and he nodded.

Jian Wushuang did not speak anymore. He waved his hand and released a wisp of breeze to carry him to the edge of the Dao Field. Then, he began to do the next thing.

Looking at the Seven-Leaf Weed in his hand, Jian Wushuang casually broke off a leaf and put it in his hand.

“Next, I’m going to teach you the Sword Intent, ranging from the simple principle to complex moves. This Sword Intent is something I comprehended on the spot. For you, it should be a new starting point.”

“This Sword Intent consists of nine sword forms, and they are all arranged in sequence. Although each sword form seems to be completely unrelated, they complement each other. It is also the principle of going from shallow to deep and from simple to complex.”

Jian Wushuang picked up the leaf and pointed it at the sky.

“For now, let’s just call it ‘Flowing Cloud Grass Sword’.”

The four simple words completely summarized the nine Sword Intents. Even Jian Wushuang now probably did not know how terrifying and far-reaching the Flowing Cloud Grass Sword he created would be in the future.