Remould the Glory of Sword Art

Jing San kept his promise and did not spy on the conversation inside the Golden Radiance Barrier.

At this moment, he came to the Crown Prince's side, hovering at the Heavenly Peak, watching Xie Zhen fall into the abyss.

Some things don't need to be seen to know the outcome.

The Daoist Lord had long said that tonight's negotiations were destined to fail...

Unfortunately, the Crown Prince did not believe it.

"If I hadn't sent the assassin from Lingqu City, how would it have ended?"

The Crown Prince gazed at the deep cracks on the ground, the golden flames gradually receding, that majestic human-like divine statue disintegrating into fire and wind as he spoke with a hint of regret in his voice.

"Perhaps the same as it is now."

Jing San replied honestly, "Lord Taoist tried to persuade Xie Zhen to mend his ways, but it ended in failure. The Daoist Lord said this guy is very stubborn."

"Mending his ways..."

The Crown Prince raised an eyebrow, smiling, "You people are quite amusing."

Da Sui Sword Palace is one of the Three Great Sects of the world.

The Paperman Sect is the one universally reviled as a heretical path.

To persuade Xie Zhen to betray the Da Sui Sword Palace and join the Paperman Sect, yet Jing San called it "mending his ways"?

"Did I say something wrong?"

Jing San scratched his head, grinning, "The Daoist Lord says, in this world, those who do the right thing are always the minority. Such people are often not understood."

"Has three-tenths reason; the other seven-tenths is mere sophistry."

The Crown Prince asked blandly, "So since the result is destined to fail, why didn't Lu Yuzhen stop me? He should know I hate getting entangled in causality most."

All these years.

No one in the Li Kingdom knows his realm.

Not only because he deliberately held back—

There's another crucial reason.

The Crown Prince believes in the so-called "Way of Cause and Effect."

He of noble stature should have been high above, but due to royal power struggles, he had to tread with half a foot in the mud of the mortal world.

Usually, the Crown Prince can change the course of events with a flip of his hand, and as a price... he inevitably becomes entangled in causality with all living beings in the Li Kingdom.

But cause and effect can be good or evil.

In the Crown Prince's view, the matter of destroying Buddha in Yuan Province is a sheer "evil cause." So he entrusted it entirely to Nalan Xuance, no matter how Nalan Xuance slaughtered the monks of Yuan Province, it was none of his business.

Fan Yin Temple is the largest sect practicing "cause and effect" in this world.

With a thousand years of accumulation, it won't be defeated overnight.

The high monks of these temples in Yuan Province have long accumulated a great deal of merit; if they were slaughtered, the karma of these monks would solidify into "evil spirits" entangling the true perpetrator of the massacre.

Nalan Xuance, who practices the Xuanwei Technique, also put some thought into this matter.

In the destruction of Buddha in Yuan Province, Nalan Xuance took the largest credit.

But the one who exerted the most effort, causing the direct killing,

Was Chen Chong.

Whether it was the Crown Prince or Nalan Xuance, they both believed in the existence of the "Way of Cause and Effect" ... but Chen Chong did not believe in this, receiving the order without hesitation, he began the slaughter of the Buddhist sects.

However, Chen Chong's disbelief in causality might be because he has committed too much killing.

If the bloodstained hands settle the evil cause,

Then Chen Chong is destined not to meet a good end. Having walked out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, he no longer knows how many he has killed or how much blood he has shed.

But the Crown Prince is different.

The Crown Prince's hands are clean and unstained, merely stirring up storms without bloodshed.

"The Daoist Lord says it's of no concern."

Jing San said sincerely, "You only had a conversation with Xie Zhen... although there was some conflict, Xie Zhen is still alive and well."

"...Hmm."

Receiving this reply, the Crown Prince was somewhat satisfied.

He nodded, coldly saying, "Since that's the case, I'll leave the rest to you. Lu Yuzhen promised me to have him die the same death as Xie Xuanyi ten years ago."

"Rest assured."

Jing San smiled, "Crown Prince, the Paperman Sect keeps its word, from now on you can sit here and just enjoy a good show."

...

...

The wind blew through the grass, moonlight scattered down.

Papers flew across the sky, along with withered ashes.

The Flame Flower Style landed on the ground three times, the first time burning all the grass and leaves to ash, the second time turning the White Paper Barrier barren.

The third time.

This strike landed upon Lu Yuzhen's Saint's Dharma Form.

The entire White Paper Barrier was ablaze at this moment.

The Pure White Saint endured the excruciating pain from the Flame Flower Style, sword qi incessantly burning, Ye Ancestor's Sword Intent sweeping directly at the dantian. If it were any other cultivator in the same realm, they might already be unable to hold on, with the body already burst by the Sword Intent...

But Lu Yuzhen was different from others.

There was no moon in the South Border tonight.

The moonlight that scattered onto the ground of the White Paper Barrier at this moment was the mist from the Undying Spring.

The Pure White Saint did not perish under Ye Ancestor's sword qi because the Undying Spring continued to burn.

This death match had reached its most "scorching" point.

Lu Yuzhen fought against two opponents alone, without falling behind.

He summoned his dharma form to entangle with Ye Ancestor, while his true body competed in physique with Wu Zhexian.

It must be admitted, the strength of this Paperman Daoist Lord far surpasses the Three Great Sects... even if White Ghost Daoist Mo could find the complete "Dao Stele" to advance to Yang God, he wouldn't compare to Lu Yuzhen.

Yang God Fourth Realm's Wu Zhexian.

Yang God Fifth Realm's Ye Ancestor.

Together, they still couldn't handle Lu Yuzhen alone.

Wu Zhexian now felt the formidable power of the "Undying Spring," initially he had the upper hand in the contest of physique, but Lu Yuzhen relentlessly fought through injury, using the "Undying Spring" to heal himself, so far into the battle, he felt exhausted.

The Martial Arts Saint Body already had bleeding wounds, unable to heal.

If this fight drags on, it will likely get harder and harder!

He glanced aside...

Not far, Ye Ancestor was also facing a similar situation battling the Pure White Saint. The power of a Sword Cultivator can't be underestimated, but repeated attacks inevitably weaken, Ye Ancestor's "Flame Flower Style" had not completely destroyed the "Pure White Saint," and the dharma form continued to burn, sustained by the Undying Spring.

Like himself, Ye Ancestor was also showing signs of defeat, falling behind.

"Little Wu... we can't keep dragging this out!"

Ye Ancestor's message swept into his Heart Lake: "If we continue to fight, you and I both will be worn down by the 'Undying Spring'!"

This barrier, aside from the dharma form, a multitude of white papers flew.

At this moment, these white papers, sharp and fierce, were no less than Ye Ancestor's flying sword qi.

Lu Yuzhen, focusing on three tasks simultaneously, had already completed a suppression.

"What do you mean?" Wu Zhexian gritted his teeth.

"...Escape."

Ye Ancestor's voice was solemn: "We can't continue fighting, you and I need to leave this place, at least we must get the information about Lu Yuzhen out."

"Just walk away like this?"

Wu Zhexian was a little reluctant.

But he knew Ye Ancestor was right.

The White Paper Barrier was continuously strengthening, at this moment borrowing the power of the two Yang Gods, it could still be broken.

If the battle dragged on further.

Lu Yuzhen, relying on the Undying Spring for continuous recovery, with things tipping in and out of balance, when that time came, even fleeing... might not be possible.

"Ye Ancestor..."

Wu Zhexian took a deep breath, hoarsely transmitting, "I have one more move. I want to try it."