Mo Tian Sheng babbled on, taking the small golden sword, and with a slight activation, a resounding whistle pierced the air.
This was the unique method of transmitting messages of the Meridian Sword Sect.
Unless one has cultivated the fundamental classics of the sect, with profound attainment in the Sword Dao, one can’t comprehend its meaning from the waves of vibration.
Mu Zhao Yang was about to agree with Martial Uncle Mo, but saw the latter’s expression turn unusually serious, losing his usual gentle demeanor.
"Sword Slash Divine Technique... akin to Senior Brother Kou... could be the Daoist..."
As the youngest contemporary true disciple of the Sword Sect, she faintly discerned fragmented meanings from the golden sword’s whistle.
"Master of the South Ming Li Fire... exceptional talent... even cut off a wisp of Zhao Pijiang’s divine intent... If it’s true, I’d believe Senior Brother Kou has been reincarnated."
Mo Tian Sheng clasped his fingers, extinguishing the golden sword, as ripples stirred in his once-calm Heart Lake.
His Junior Brother Chunyu’s actions were often unreliable, but he wouldn’t joke about the inheritance of the Sword Sect.
"Zhao Yang, have you heard any rumors these past few days? Has anything significant happened in Celestial Water Prefecture?"
Mo Tian Sheng asked.
But Mu Zhao Yang was someone who cared not for matters outside the window, focusing solely on cultivating the Sword Dao, indifferent to the occurrences outside the Mountain Gate.
"Reporting to Martial Uncle, I’ve heard that in the Divine Capital Simurgh Platform, the Chaotic Bell rang for two days and nights, and the Elephant List shone golden light illuminating a hundred miles. It’s said that an unparalleled, epochal talent has emerged following the trend."
Junior Brother Zhao spoke respectfully, coming from a powerful line of state pillars, his intelligence connections were well-informed.
"Then it makes sense."
Mo Tian Sheng nodded, gazing at the brooding sea of clouds that gathered and dispersed, bound by no certainties.
He couldn’t help but recall when he was still an outer sect Miscellaneous Tasks disciple, meeting Senior Brother Kou, whose heart was as pure as a child and had a smile at the corner of his eyes.
"The difficulty in cultivation lies not in surpassing others, but in surpassing oneself."
He softly recited a phrase, thinking that without Senior Brother Kou’s guidance, he might have stumbled for ten years before descending the mountain, not to mention reaching today’s realm of divine techniques.
Even at this moment, Mo Tian Sheng still refused to believe that the Sword Sect Daoist would throw himself into the Turbid Tide, betraying his masters and massacring fellow disciples.
"If he’s even slightly similar, being a true disciple would more than suffice. If he’s somewhat similar, it shows he’s a good seedling for a Daoist. If he’s very similar... it becomes worrisome instead."
Mo Tian Sheng pondered briefly, then pinched a sword technique, making the most common "draw sword" gesture of a Sword Sect disciple.
In the Ancestor Hall, that seemed like thin ice, almost ethereal Tai Xu Wu Wang, suddenly leaped, responding, transforming into a blinding brilliance, silently falling into his palm.
The tip of the sword shimmered, expanded and contracted, finally condensing into a sword pill, stored in the center of his brow.
"Is Martial Uncle going to leave the Mountain Gate?"
Mu Zhao Yang was slightly startled.
The three Divine Soldiers were usually uneventful and were enshrined in the Ancestor Hall.
She remembered that the last time Martial Uncle Mo wielded Tai Xu Wu Wang and left the Sword Sect Mountain Gate was because Senior Brother Qiu was assassinated, planning to break ties with Zhao Pijiang.
This time... what was his intention?
"To meet that little Daoist your master mentioned, and incidentally to diminish the General’s Mansion’s prestige.
Zhao Pijiang lost face, and with his hypocritical nature, he wouldn’t handle it himself, fearing others would gossip about his pettiness, but he’d likely use his trusted general, Pei Yuanqing, to suppress the younger generation’s momentum."
Mo Tian Sheng, who had dealings with the General’s Mansion for over a decade, was quite familiar with them, standing with his hands behind his back, sword qi piercing the sky.
"In that case, I’ll strike first, crippling that Silver Hammer Grand Protector, eliminating future troubles."
Junior Brother Zhao was stunned, hesitatingly spoke:
"Martial Uncle, you are a Divine Power Giant..."
Mo Tian Sheng coldly chuckled, speaking confidently:
"Do you think I’ve painstakingly trained divine techniques to compete with peers?
Boy, you must remember, we sword cultivators act solely based on whether it can be done or not.
Fighting Zhao Pijiang, it would take several days and nights without determining a higher ground, stepping on Boy Pei, it’d take no more than two swords, saving effort and worry."
He glanced at Mu Zhao Yang, quietly advising a couple of things, and then soared into the sky, slicing through the air, heading straight for Celestial Water Prefecture.
Seizing the moment when Zhao Pijiang was unprepared, launching a surprise attack on Pei Yuanqing, once this boy is taken care of, there would be no one left to threaten the Sword Sect Daoist favored by Chunyu Cultivator.
Senior Brother Kou’s teachings from back then: if you can’t beat the old ones, bully the young ones, it truly is brilliant!