Capítulo 8: Famous Swords are Too Good, Breaking Through to the Fourth Level

Editor: Henyee Translations

"If I can really get a reward, help me get a sword. I've recently gained some comprehension about sword techniques, and I want to see if I can create a sword technique."

Jiang Changsheng smiled. After all, Chen Li was a top scholar and his family head was the Minister of Revenue. He could indeed have a say in the court.

Chen Li immediately agreed. The two of them did not chat for long. After all, Minister Yang was still outside.

When the door closed and Jiang Changsheng was alone in the room, the smile on his face disappeared. He began to worry if his enemies would send stronger experts.

He hoped that the enemy was not too strong so that he could get more survival rewards.

From what Chen Li said, even though a top expert was powerful, they were not rare. This meant that there was a higher realm above top expert. After all, a top expert was only a title for people in the pugilistic world, not a realm. Jiang Changsheng needed time to become stronger.

Fortunately, Jiang Changsheng's worries were excessive. For the next few days, soldiers came every day, and Jiang Changsheng was also talked to many times. He was confident and not worried at all. Due to the surprise attack of the Ghost-Eyed Evil King, the death of Fifth Senior Brother had also been concluded.

He was fighting back in self-defense!

It was reasonable and there was sufficient evidence!

The logic also made sense!

However, due to the lack of motive, the officials of the government, the Ministry of Justice, and Sky Prison were puzzled. Who was behind all this and why did they want to kill Jiang Changsheng?

Jiang Changsheng had hoped that Jiang Yuan would come to see him in person so that he could lure out the truth. However, Jiang Yuan did not come. The Emperor was busy every day and was not attracted by such a case.

Five days later.

When the Fourth Prince, Jiang Yu, arrived, he excitedly said, "Brother Changsheng, was the leg technique you used to kill the Ghost-Eyed Evil King the Divine Shadow Leg you taught me?"

Jiang Changsheng nodded, and Jiang Yu became even more excited. He began to recount the sensational impact of this matter. Everyone in the palace was discussing it, and it was said it even spread to all over the world.

An immortal Daoist priest from Longqi Temple killed the Ghost-Eyed Evil King at the age of fourteen!

At this age, such achievements were indeed surprising.

Jiang Changsheng was secretly pleased when he heard that, but he was worried that it would cause more trouble.

"Even my brother is interested in you and said that he would pay you a visit if he had the chance," Jiang Yu said with a smile.

Jiang Changsheng's expression did not change, but killing intent rose in his heart.

The fake prince also wanted to look for him?

It was not easy to move.

It was better to live ignobly and wait until he was strong enough before taking revenge.

The two of them chatted for a while more before Jiang Changsheng began to point out Jiang Yu's confusion on the Divine Shadow Leg. Jiang Yu listened attentively and after an hour, he had gained a lot. After thanking him one last time, he left.

This time, Jiang Yu did not come empty-handed and delivered some pastries from the palace. After Jiang Changsheng tasted it, he felt that it tasted pretty good. Compared to the light dishes in Longqi Temple, it could be said to be delicious.

Not bad, not bad. Let him bring more next time.

Jiang Changsheng thought happily.

That day, an army was sent to guard Longqi Mountain, and the days when the disciples were on tenterhooks ended.

A month later, Daoist Priest Qing Xu returned and the army withdrew.

All the disciples gathered in the Clear Heart Palace Hall and lowered their heads to face Daoist Priest Qing Xu. The atmosphere in the hall was gloomy and Jiang Changsheng also lowered his head. Meng Qiuhe and Meng Qiushuang knelt in front of Daoist Priest Qing Xu with their foreheads pressed against the ground.

Daoist Master Qing Xu looked much older than before he went down the mountain. There were wrinkles between his eyebrows. He must have been extremely worried.

"Alas."

A heavy sigh broke the silence in the Clear Heart Palace Hall.

Daoist Qing Xu said, "Get up. In the face of a peerless expert like the Ghost-Eyed Evil King, even I am not completely confident. You have done well. The dead are gone. Don't worry about it from now on."

Meng Qiuhe and Meng Qiushuang stood up, but they still did not dare to look up, especially Meng Qiuhe. His fists in his sleeves trembled. In the past month, his temperament had changed drastically, and he was no longer as cheerful as before. He had a gloomy expression all day long, and the disciples did not dare to speak to him.

Daoist Priest Qing Xu looked at Jiang Changsheng and said, "Changsheng, you did well. You saved Longqi Temple."

Jiang Changsheng hastily bowed and said that he had just fulfilled his duty.

Daoist Qing Xu did not say much about that. Instead, he said, "Your Eldest Senior Brother has switched to that evil sect. From now on, he will no longer be the First Disciple of Longqi Temple. Qiuhe will be the First Disciple, Qiushuang will be the Second Disciple, and the Third Disciple will be Changsheng."

As soon as he said that, the disciples looked up and asked excitedly.

Li Changqing was the head of the family in Longqi Temple, and he had a close relationship with his fellow disciples. No one, including Jiang Changsheng, hated him.

Meng Qiuhe's expression was extremely ugly. He was not excited to be the First Disciple.

Jiang Changsheng was not surprised to be promoted to the Third Disciple. With his achievements, his status as a disciple of Longqi Temple could be mobilized. Of course, only when a disciple passed away would other disciples replace him.

He could understand Li Changqing's betrayal.

The word 'love' harmed people.

But as long as it did not affect his safety, he didn't care.

He was an immortal cultivator. A hundred years later, everyone around him would turn to dust and sleep underground.

Daoist Master Qing Xu did not say anything else. He waved his horsetail whisk and motioned for the disciples to retreat.

Even though the disciples were excited, they had no choice but to retreat.

Jiang Changsheng hesitated. He thought that Daoist Priest Qingxu would talk to him alone, but he did not. He did not seem to care about the death of his disciples.

He returned to his room alone, still confused.

Daoist Master Qing Xu's attitude towards him was obviously strange.

Did Daoist Master Qing Xu know his identity?

He did not listen to him. Even if something big had happened to him, he did not hold him accountable. Something was really wrong.

Jiang Changsheng thought of many possibilities. He even thought that Daoist Priest Qingxu might also be an enemy. Of course, this thought was a little dark. However, in this life, he had to pursue longevity no matter what!

Immortality, becoming an immortal and becoming a god were his goals!

After Daoist Priest Qing Xu returned, Longqi Temple completely calmed down. The disciples were no longer worried and their days returned to normal. The disciples were all orphans and had more or less experienced separation in life and death. They were not always immersed in sadness, but there was only one person who was deeply affected.

Meng Qiuhe.

He began to practice martial arts crazily and received the same treatment as Jiang Changsheng. He no longer listened to Dao and devoted himself to martial arts at the edge of the cliff. This made Qing Ku sigh to Jiang Changsheng that his new senior brother's enthusiasm to practice martial arts was as if he did not care about his life.

Jiang Changsheng did not meddle in other people's business and comfort Meng Qiuhe. He did not have the ability to do so.

Time continued to pass.

Unknowingly.

It was the fifteenth year after the founding of the dynasty, and Jiang Changsheng was fifteen years old.

His true energy had been increasing, but he was still a step away from the fourth level of the Dao Technique.

The winter snow had yet to completely melt when Chen Li came to visit. This time, he brought a huge gift with him.

"Hahaha, Changsheng, you've picked up a treasure. I helped you ask His Majesty for a sword. With a single order from His Majesty, he spent several months to obtain a famous sword from the pugilistic world. This sword is called the Taihang Sword, and it's said to be one of the top ten swords in the pugilistic world."

Chen Li smiled and placed his sword on the table, producing a crisp sound.

Jiang Changsheng asked in surprise, "Why did His Majesty make such a fuss?"

Chen Li shook his head and said, "His Majesty only said one sentence and my subordinates ran until they broke their legs. Longqi Temple is located in the capital and is a Daoist temple personally appointed by His Majesty. A prisoner in Sky Prison has massacred its disciples and it involves too many departments of power. In order to please His Majesty, my subordinates naturally have to do their best. This is also to appease the anger in His Majesty's heart. Moreover, in the martial arts world today, swordsmen are weak and the prestige of the top ten swords is inferior to the previous dynasty."

Jiang Changsheng was suddenly enlightened. He came to the table, picked up the scabbard, and pulled out the Taihang Sword. The sword light dazzled, making him squint.

Chen Li was also dazzled. He lamented, "This Taihang Sword is definitely a divine weapon. I've tried it before. It can cut through iron like mud. This sword light can also confuse the enemy."

Jiang Changsheng sized up the Taihang Sword. It was more than three feet long, and the blade was three fingers wide. It looked slender, and there were strange patterns carved in the middle of the blade. The blade on both sides was slightly cyan, and the hilt was also exquisite. It was comfortable to hold.

"Not bad, not bad. I like it. Thank you, Brother Chen."

Jiang Changsheng praised. This sword was handsome and worthy of his appearance.

Chen Li smiled and then talked about the result of the case.

Sky Prison would be remodeled to pursue greater defensive capabilities. More than thirty officials of various sizes had been stripped of their posts, and no less than five had been beheaded. The highest-ranking officials involved third-ranked officials. During this period of time, the capital could be said to be in a storm, and everyone felt insecure. Every day, officials would supervise the city. The Emperor suspected that there was someone else behind the Ghost-Eyed Evil King, but in the end, they could not find the culprit, and thus, the case came to an end.

As for Longqi Temple, the Emperor gifted it with a lot of money and food as a form of appeasement.

Jiang Changsheng had no objections, and he had no right to express his opinion.

After Chen Li said that, he left in a hurry. He had been promoted recently, and it was a busy time for him.

Jiang Changsheng did not stay in the house. Instead, he went to the bell tower. There were very few disciples around here because the buildings here were storerooms that stored firewood, grain, and other goods.

He began to mobilize his spiritual energy according to the mental cultivation method of the Imperial Sword Technique. He first had to make the Taihang Sword soar into the air before he could ride the sword. This process was very difficult, but he felt refreshed and full of fighting spirit.

Riding a sword was the essense of cultivation!

How could a dignified Immortal Cultivator always use martial arts against their enemies?

...

After the tragedy ended, those aristocrats who wanted to kill Jiang Changsheng quieted down. Jiang Changsheng lived a peaceful year when he was fifteen years old. He did not encounter any more calamities or disasters.

In the sixteenth year after the founding of the dynasty, Jiang Changsheng was sixteen years old.

On a summer afternoon, he finally mastered the fourth level of the Dao Technique, and the true energy in his body began to transform into a stronger form of energy.

Spiritual force!

The energy of an Immortal Cultivator!

From that moment on, he could be considered as someone who had truly gone through Extraordinary. In the future, he could cultivate magic and use magic weapons.

The Qilin Horsetail Whisk he obtained when he was six years old was still in his mind. He had never used it before, so he had been looking forward to using it.

Jiang Changsheng made a comparison. His spiritual force was ten times that of his true energy before he broke through. It was huge, and his senses had doubled in sensitivity. His hearing could cover the entire Longqi Temple. At the same time, he had also developed a divine consciousness. A divine consciousness was the eyes of the soul. It could penetrate matter and pry into the outside world to pry into the essence of things.

A drastic change!

Jiang Changsheng was in a good mood and felt that he did not have to worry if more enemies came.

Compared to when he killed the Ghost-Eyed Evil King, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. It could even be described as being reborn.

It took Jiang Changsheng two days to consolidate his cultivation and master his spiritual force. He now could even fly on his sword, but he did not dare to be too ostentatious and ended after a little test.

He was not sure if there were other immortal cultivators in the world or if there were any warriors that could rival him. He could not act recklessly.

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