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Chapter 431 Ask Xilin for Advice



Chapter 431 Ask Xilin for Advice

The legend of the Three Talents Sword can be traced back to 3,700 years ago, and it is a story between the master of Cangjian Peak in Tianjian Mountain and a mortal of extraordinary talent.

If this story is told today, it is equivalent to the secret imagination of mortals, but it can be a topic of conversation for storytellers that ordinary listeners can enjoy. The story is very simple. It tells of a cultivator who has achieved the great perfection of incarnation of the spirit, but is trapped by the sword, or trapped by his heart. So he walks the human world, hoping to use the red dust to refine his mind and sword, and seek an opportunity to break the cage.

But by chance, this cultivator, who was equivalent to a god to mortals, met an ordinary man with a sword in a corner.

There is no need to elaborate on what happened next. In short, with the help of mortals, the master of Cangjian Peak of Tianjian Mountain completed the breakthrough from the state of transformation of the spirit to the state of refining the void.

Unfortunately, this breakthrough took the cultivator nearly a hundred years. When he wanted to find a mortal to express his gratitude, all that was left was a lonely grave and a pile of earth.

"Thus, the Three Talents City was born. As for whether this cultivator of the Void Refining Sect did so to commemorate his old mortal friend or for other reasons, it is unknown."

After Chu Yi finished telling this story, all the elves, including Shaoyao, were unable to come back to their senses for a long time. This was different from the previous story, because at this moment, they were standing at the place where the story took place.

Even in a trance, one could still see that more than 3,700 years ago, two people with extremely different identities and statuses were making friends with swords here.

"Sir, I didn't expect you to know more than me."

The old man also seemed to have seen this scene. Time flies, and he never expected that one day he would be able to see the charm of his ancestor again. Although it was just an illusion in a trance, it was still worthy of his honorific title.

Although the person in front of me looks young, he may be a great figure like an immortal.

The old man secretly thought that the longevity disaster would not affect mortals who only lived for a hundred years, so he did not know that in today's Tiangu Realm, no cultivator dared to call himself an immortal.

"Your Excellency, we are here to visit you because we have something to ask of you."

Chu Yi is not an immortal, but he is worthy of this honorific title. However, these are all insignificant matters. He brought Xilin and the others to visit not just to tell a story.

"You are too polite. Please tell me what you want. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse!"

The old man bowed respectfully. He was not lying. Time can change a lot. In fact, the old man himself only knew that his ancestor had a connection with a peak master of Tianjian Mountain, but what kind of connection it was had been lost in the dust of time.

The old man, who has been the inheritor of the Three Talents Sword for many generations, was naturally extremely grateful to be able to hear the complete story again.

"It's not a big deal. My Xilin wants to experience the charm of the Three Talents Sword, so I came here to ask for advice."

Chu Yi pushed the somewhat confused little guy out with a smile in his eyes. He believed that one could not create a peerless sword immortal by working in isolation. Although he had countless powerful sword techniques in his memory, the word "immortal" in "sword immortal" did not only mean strong strength.

"This~"

The old man looked embarrassed, not because he looked down on the palm-sized Xilin, but because of his own reasons.

"Sir, you are not here at a coincidence. My disciple, the heir of this generation's Three Talents Sword, is not in the Three Talents City right now."

The old man bowed and spoke helplessly, but this made Xilin, who had reacted, curious.

"Where did your disciple go?"

The little guy was not afraid of the challenge. Although Chu Yi's words were a little sudden, Xilin said that she really wanted to comprehend the charm of the Three Talents Sword!

"He went west to slay demons and monsters."

The old man smiled and replied calmly.

"Slaying demons and monsters, that's really amazing~!"

Xilin was filled with longing, and the other little kids also started chattering about it. However, Fanny saw the pride in the old man's smile, as well as a hint of worry hidden in the pride, but she did not say much.

Killing demons and eliminating evil is not a very romantic thing in this era.

"I know. Don't worry. Your disciple will return safely."

As soon as the words fell, a thread of destiny in the Tiangu Realm that was about to break suddenly extended into infinite possibilities, but this thread of destiny was too insignificant, so no existence was discovered.

"Haha, then I will accept your kind words."

"However, aren't you also the heir of the Three Talents Sword? Moreover, you are the most brilliant and talented one in the past thousand years."

Chu Yi changed the subject and looked at the old man who was about to enter his 80s. The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

"Sir, I am old."

Yes, he is old. If he were twenty years younger, he might not have met Chu Yi and the others today. Instead, he would have followed his disciples and embarked on the journey of slaying demons and eliminating evil.

Although the Three Talents Sword is a sword for mortals, is there really an essential difference between sword cultivators and swordsmen?

"Oh~, really?"

Chu Yi smiled slightly, and the old man was about to say something, but in just a moment, his originally blurry vision suddenly became clear, the sound of the wind could be heard in his ears, and his body seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, as if he had been reborn.

In fact, it has indeed been reborn.

"I'm sorry to have come to visit you. I'll just treat these sixty years of your life as a gift."

Peony and the elves found it strange, but they were not too surprised. After being with someone for a long time, even things like rejuvenation seemed to become commonplace.

The old man, no, it should be the young man in front of him who finally came back to his senses and understood in his heart that he must have met the legendary immortal. With just one sentence, he could make time flow backwards for a person. If not an immortal, then what else could he be?

Instead of saying thank you in words, the young man chose to express his gratitude with actions. He turned around, broke off a willow branch, and then clasped his fists and bowed solemnly.

"Su Fan, the successor of the Three Talents Sword, please teach me, Xilin."

Whether it is a sword cultivator or a swordsman, they are actually the purest existence.

"Xilin, just use sword moves, go ahead."

Chu Yi nodded. He didn't think that Su Fan was being overconfident. This man had a clear mind for swordsmanship and his Three Talents sword intent had reached perfection. Although it was just a willow branch, it was no less powerful than a magic weapon.

Chu Yi waved his hand, and the space extended infinitely. This scene was completely beyond his cognition and could not shake Liu Fan's mind.

He was adjusting his breathing and rhythm. With such a great favor, he should go all out and put all he had learned into practice. He couldn't let the reputation of the Three Talents Sword be tarnished in front of such a distinguished guest who came from afar!

A mortal's sword can also kill an immortal!

The little guy felt the pressure. Su Fan didn't want to tarnish the reputation of the Three Talents Sword, and Xilin was equally unwilling to give in. How could the title of the future sword immortal be underestimated?

With the small sword in hand, he raised his hand and used the Senluo Duanmie move!


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