Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"Boom!"

A thunderclap resounded as Xie Xuanyi nonchalantly discarded his bamboo hat, which fell to the ground.

It kicked up a sky full of raindrops.

Countless beads of water bounced off the ground, reflecting a streak of silver light that flashed through the torrential downpour.

Jin Yuan, the real person, took the initiative to strike first, drawing his blade and hurling it at the young man in black.

The long blade shattered the curtain of rain, tracing a straight, long line.

The youth in black did not retreat but instead stepped forward, slightly tilting his head with minimal movement to let the blade's edge whisk past his cheek.

However, the long blade did not miss its mark. Under the heart lake manipulation of Real Person Jin Yuan, the sword, after gliding for thirty feet, suddenly stopped in mid-air, arriving in front of a Hehuan Sect female disciple, who, enveloped by Qi's Heart Lake with the Spirit Control Technique, did not hesitate to grab the sword and strike from behind with a "clang," cutting down on the young man!

The black garment ripped open, yet when the blade cut into the flesh, it produced a clear, metallic ring as if striking iron!

"A Body Refiner?"

Seeing this, Real Person Jin Yuan merely snickered.

He was not afraid of Body Refiners, even at the Golden Body Realm, as long as he maintained his distance and avoided close combat, there was nothing to fear.

An example was right before his eyes.

The old monk from Fan Yin Temple, with the Dharma name Fa Zhao, was wrapped in hundreds of black crows, suspending three feet off the ground. In a moment more, the Spirit Control Technique would take complete control of his Heart Lake!

Yin Mountain cultivators, specializing in the path of Divine Soul!

And the Divine Soul of Body Refiners was the most fragile!

The long blade clung to the young man's shoulder, the Hehuan Sect woman tried to pull her hand away but discovered a strange, strong Qi emanating from him, which firmly fixed her in place as well.

The next moment, the entire sky overhead burst into a muffled roar.

With a "bang," a thick bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, striking straight down!

"???"

The woman from Hehuan Sect had no chance to dodge; she merely tilted her head slightly, and then the lightning struck her, eliciting from her mouth a shriek a hundred times more piercing than before.

Evil cultivators from the Southern Border feared the sun and dreaded Thunder Techniques.

All things pure and vast were the nemesis of the secretive and sinister.

The lightning, like a waterfall, washed over the mountaintop. The little novice monk sitting on the ground stared dumbfounded at the scene; the sultry female figure gradually turned scorched and black under the scorching purging of the lightning, withering away until, after a few breaths... of the two figures that were previously "stuck" together, only one remained.

That one, unscathed.

The heavy rain washed away the remains of the Hehuan Sect woman's corpse.

The Thunder Technique obliterated her.

Crush bones, scatter ashes — this was it precisely.

A blackened, torn yellow talisman paper fluttered gently down, landing in front of the novice monk, its surface marked with strange and obscure symbols and patterns.

"Vast Thunder Technique, are you a person of the Taoist path?"

Real Person Jin Yuan's expression grew grave.

He squinted his eyes at the youth in black not far away. "Why have I heard that someone claimed to be targeting Yin Mountain cultivators with their sword just a few days ago… Exactly who are you?"

"Sword Cultivator or Taoist, it doesn't matter," said the youth, his face expressionless. "You only need to know that my claim of targeting Yin Mountain cultivators is true."

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Xie Xuanyi watched Real Person Jin Yuan, who was surrounded by black crows.

The pouring rain thundered on.

After settling the affairs of Lichao City, news of the opening of Da Sui Sword Palace had still not been announced. Taking advantage of this lull… he might as well head south.

Xie Xuanyi always distinguished between gratitude and grudge clearly.

Back then, the Yin Mountain White Ghost had chased him for three thousand miles.

Now that he had retrieved his Lifebound Flying Sword, it was natural for him to settle this account thoroughly...

And the vengeance against the White Ghost would start with the White Ghost's disciples.

The Yin Mountain White Ghost had twelve proud disciples under him, several of whom had already ascended to the Yin God Realm. However, this Real Person Jin Yuan was still somewhat lacking.

It was also because of the Foggy Town Hermit from Yuzhu Town who had mentioned it.

Therefore, Xie Xuanyi decided to start with Real Person Jin Yuan.

The territory of the Southern Border was vast. In recent years, due to the expansion of the Paperman Sect, Yin Mountain had sealed off their main sect and retreated in defense. However, several disciples under the White Ghost did not abide by the "rules"... With such a vast Southern Border, could it really all be handed over to the Paperman Sect?

Real Person Jin Yuan alone claimed dozens of mountain peaks.

The evil cultivators of the Southern Border could rapidly grow and expand because these people had no bottom line—whether it was finding masters or accepting disciples, they were extremely lax.

The news of Real Person Jin Yuan opening his sect immediately attracted many evil cultivators' attention.

They knew that not everyone had the chance to be under the White Ghost's command. Now that there was an opportunity to become a disciple of Real Person Jin Yuan, it was regarded as a stroke of "great fortune."

And so, these dozens of mountain peaks, in just a few years, went from barren to bustling with life.

Not only did the main Yin Mountain sect not oppose such acts, but it also "welcomed" them instead.

Having taken Real Person Jin Yuan as their master, they were also considered under Yin Mountain's umbrella, thus supposedly "boosting the main sect's prestige."

"Young man, I see you are sixteen or seventeen, young and vigorous, with Thunder Technique by your side, and skilled in the art of Body Refinement," said Real Person Jin Yuan, his voice somber. "With such attire, you must come from a decent background. Why come to the Southern Border to seek misfortune? If you leave now, I can let bygones be bygones."

After a brief encounter.

Real Person Jin Yuan still couldn't discern the youth's Qi Realm.

The guy seemed like he was just at Foundation Establishment.

But just now, with a nonchalantly thrown Thunder Talisman, he instantly killed a Hehuan Sect cultivator at the peak of Qi-controlling Realm.

This mysterious combat performance made Real Person Jin Yuan cautious—

He was not ready to directly engage the youth in battle, aiming to delay as much as possible… In a little while, he could erode the Heart Lake of the Golden Body Realm old monk, at which point his side would have the support of two Grotto Heavens! The power of Spirit Control Technique lay in its ability to launch surprise attacks on the Divine Soul, and to outnumber the opponent!

In fact, he had heard the news of the decimation of the mountaintop a few days ago.

Real Person Jin Yuan's first reaction was the mischief of the Paperman Sect!

Yet after observing for a few days.

He found that the actions of this Sword Cultivator youth were completely different from those of the Paperman Sect; straightforward in their approach, incinerating corpses and obliterating souls, solely for the sake of "killing."

This was purely an old grudge with the Yin Mountain!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

However, Xie Xuanyi did not afford Jin Yuan the time to stall.

He began to run, at the same time sliding out more than a dozen Thunder Talismans from his sleeve and hurling them towards the sky!

"???"

This scene caused Jin Yuan's pupils to constrict sharply.

That recently used "Vast Thunder Talisman" was quite valuable; ordinary disciples from Taoist sects would only carry three or five when traveling.

This youth scattered a slew with one throw!

Because of the effect of that talisman, the entire mountain top had become extraordinarily bright, attracting countless thunderbolts—

At this moment, the Vast Thunder Technique struck once again.

Dozens of thick pillars of thunder, aimed directly at the mountain top, crashed down! In an instant, the entire pitch-black landscape was rendered into a field of silvery white!

Numerous black crows burst out with piercing cries!

They already contained an aura of ghastly Yin; corrupted by the Yin Mountain Technique, they would die upon encountering thunder and even explode directly, spraying out filthy blood, which was instantly purified and incinerated by the thunder—

Jin Yuan retreated a hundred zhang, stepping on a cloud of black crows, suspended high in the air, staying clear of this mountain top's Thunder Pool.

And that "Spirit Control Technique," which was about to corrode the old monk's Heart Lake by ninety percent and was on the verge of success, was forcibly disrupted by the Thunder Technique at this moment—

The suspended Fa Zhao gently landed.

The old monk spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and collapsed with a boom, while the little novice monk, heedless of his own safety, stumbled and ran toward his master, helping him up. On their way, the Thunder Pool was dense with dozens of bolts of lightning oscillating; they seemed to display "humanity," only purifying filth, not a single bolt touching the novice or the old monk.

In Jin Yuan's eyes at this moment, the Thunder Pool propped up by the Taoist talisman seemed to be a massive barrier intentionally erected to protect the Buddhist master and disciple.

So it was.

The purpose of drawing the thunder was now very clear.

It was simply to force him to retreat.

In other words,

The youth… wanted a one-on-one duel with him!

Jin Yuan was thrown into a momentary daze, suddenly realizing that within the resplendent glare of the Thunder Pool, the figure of the black-robed youth had vanished.

Just then, a cool voice sounded from behind.

"Today, we will decide life and death, as well as superiority and inferiority."

Jin Yuan's Heart Lake felt a chill, as he whirled around, let out a roar, opened his arms wide, and a pitch-black Grotto Heaven emerged in front of his chest.

Thousands of black crows swept out.

The entire sky was filled with their hoarse caws—

Cultivators of Yin Mountain, naturally, do not rely solely on "Spirit Control Technique."

After reaching the Qi-controlling Realm, they can manipulate more shadowy creatures…

Yin Mountain Cultivators, thus drawing from Sword Cultivators' "Sword Qi Peacock Spread," created a magic technique.

Sword Cultivators have their Flying Swords, Yin Mountain has its shadow spirits.

With just three hundred Flying Swords, one can create a spectacular scene that blankets the sky.

If there are enough shadow spirits, they can do the same—

In the past few days, Jin Yuan secluded himself on a remote mountain, meditating in silence, voraciously refining black crows, all for this day!

"Kill!!"

Thousands of black crows covered the sky, rushing towards the black-robed Sword Cultivator who blended with the night sky.

Each crow was imbued with a murderous intent.

And the "branding" of the Spirit Control Technique!

He wanted to crush him mightily and at the same time erase this promising talent's Divine Soul, to directly take him under his command!

In an instant, Xie Xuanyi was swallowed by the crows.

And the next moment,

Jin Yuan's face showed a hint of despair.

The youth engulfed by the crow tide, his black clothes torn, revealed a dazzling Golden Body, as well as a shining gold mark on his brow.

He could never have imagined that this young man, with his tender years, had a Divine Soul Realm that was even higher than his own, solid as gold and impervious to all attacks, whether it was the assault of the black crows or the stab of the Divine Soul, completely ineffective.

Xie Xuanyi remained expressionless, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Jin Yuan throughout.

Now, he slowly extended his palm out towards Jin Yuan.

"Clang!"

Within the pitch-black world, suddenly a streak of splendid radiance flashed!

It was a Flying Sword.

A Flying Sword that had many cracks, but was still razor-sharp.

"Ssslah!"

A beam of golden light pierced through the tide of crows, piercing through Jin Yuan's arm—

"???"

Jin Yuan paused for a fraction of a second, looking down to see his perforated arm flying through the air.

Blood surged.

The streak of golden light returned again.

And thus severed his other arm as well.

Xie Xuanyi remained a hundred zhang away, slowly clenching his fist.

"Buzz!"

At the far end of the crow tide, the glistening Flying Sword whirled around Jin Yuan dozens to hundreds of times in a flash!

Countless Sword Qis burst forth and shredded!

A burst of blood mist exploded completely!

The master of Yin Mountain, the White Ghost's twelve True Men, known as Jin Yuan.

From this day forth, he was renounced.