Remould the Glory of Sword Art

Jing Qingming's smile suddenly froze on his face.

His expression darkened as he looked at the young man before him and said coldly, "Xie Zhen! I see you are throwing away your face!"

Although he said this,

Jing Qingming did not attack immediately.

The reason he "arrived late" was that he wanted to wait first… The wait was for the first group of loose cultivators from the mountains to visit.

Now that there had already been a fight at the doorstep of Xie Zhen's residence, Jing Qingming still chose the most conservative fighting method!

Jing Qingming snorted coldly. A thread of Sword Intent soared high, his Divine Soul's message instantly spread out, and the Silver Moon Sect disciples who had come with him scattered in all directions, each standing with precision.

"A Sword Array?"

Xie Xuanyi glanced and couldn't help but laugh derisively.

"Indeed… I commend your discernment, it is indeed a Sword Array."

Jing Qingming brought his hands together.

Behind him, the Sword Qi Cave Heaven slowly rose, nearly a hundred strands of silvery white Sword Qi gradually stacking on top of each other to form a towering sword hundreds of feet tall.

The great sword was like a snowy waterfall, its tip aimed at the ground.

The pouring Sword Qi massacred the grass on Lotus Peak, bringing with it bouts of chilliness.

It had to be admitted.

Jing Qingming and those previous loose cultivators who had come to challenge were simply not on the same level...

This grand Sword Qi event.

Fangyuan Lane believed he had a strong chance of breaking into the top ten!

Jing Qingming was by no means modest; he had declared before setting out that he aimed for the top ten in this Sword Qi event and was determined to be accepted into Golden Turtle Peak!

Boom!

A strong wind swept across the grass of Lotus Peak, and those Silver Moon Sect disciples standing around Xie Xuanyi each brandished their Lifebound Flying Swords.

They each stood right on top of an Array Node!

Every strand of Sword Qi!

Turned into straight chains, shooting towards that towering great sword!

Under the support of this grand formation, the great sword behind Jing Qingming constantly drew in Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, continuing to grow until it was as tall as a small mountain!

"This formation… what's it called?"

Xie Xuanyi looked up at the reaching-toward-heaven sword, his expression somewhat emotional.

How come he felt that this Sword Array looked somewhat familiar?

"This formation is named 'Thousand Catties Waterfall'!"

Jing Qingming sneered, saying, "This grand formation requires the power of thirteen disciples to be established. It is the enlightenment my master attained during ten years of seclusion! Xie Zhen, you are lucky to be the first to witness the birth of this Array tonight; I shall use you to prove its name!"

"Thousand Catties Waterfall?"

Xie Xuanyi ignored the words of Jing Qingming.

He silently watched the towering sword.

The Sword Qi reached the ground, indeed resembling a waterfall—

If he remembered correctly, after he topped the ranks as Sword Dao Leader, he was once invited to Jiangning to hold a lecture for the Xie family, during which many sword cultivators from all over came.

"Silver Moon Sect..."

Xie Xuanyi frowned, trying hard to recall the information from the files of Fangyuan Lane.

The briefing of major sects at Da Chu Nanli was indeed too vast and complicated, and he had not yet finished reading it.

A familiar name suddenly leapt into his mind.

Xie Xuanyi looked at Jing Qingming, who was suspended in the air, and after a long thought, he stroked his chin and asked, "Is your master… Ji Haoming?"

"Audacious! The name of my master is not for you to call directly!"

Jing Qingming roared angrily!

He clasped his hands around the great sword and slashed down!

With a clang!

The enormous great sword, flowing with silvery white moonlight, headed straight for Xie Xuanyi's head, wrapped with the might of heaven and earth, and whipped up a wild wind like waves, finally smashing a long trench on the grass of Lotus Peak!

"Phew..."

Jing Qingming narrowed his eyes, the great sword slowly rising back. He stared at the position of the trench carved by the Sword Qi.

Dust and debris scattered everywhere.

A very conspicuous figure in black stood beside the trench.

"Did the Thousand Catties Waterfall fall short? Was it dodged?"

Jing Qingming's pupils suddenly constricted, and the next moment he realized what was wrong: "No… Xie Zhen did not move his feet."

From beginning to end, Xie Zhen had not moved at all.

What was going on?

A bad feeling suddenly surged in Jing Qingming's heart.

"It really is Ji Haoming…"

Xie Xuanyi's expression was somewhat complex as he looked at the great sword suspended in the sky, recalling the scene from that lecture.

At that time, there was one person who persistently tangled with him, wanting to challenge his sword skills.

Having already topped the ranks as Sword Dao Leader, Xie Xuanyi, naturally, would not casually compete with others.

Thus.

He, in front of that persistent man and not far from the mountains and waters, carelessly unleashed a stroke of his sword.

A single stroke split the mountain, creating a waterfall!

The stroke Xie Xuanyi casually unleashed that day was a realization he had when he passed Jade Screen Peak… Thus, the Sword Intent of that stroke mingled with the scene and mood of his realization at that time.

Waterfall, chill, and splitting the mountain.

Now Jing Qingming's collected Sword Array exactly mingled with several moods from that stroke, which is why it looked very familiar.

And the persistent person that day had indeed been Ji Haoming.

"A thread of Sword Intent, was it really puzzled over for an entire ten years?"

Xie Xuanyi looked at the Thousand Catties Waterfall Sword Formation and felt somewhat helpless.

That stroke of Sword Intent he had unleashed,

was truly a casual one, just to dismiss Ji Haoming.

The latter, upon seeing that sword, no longer persisted… and sat like a madman in front of the split mountain.

"The great sword lacks sharpness, a great master shows no artifice."

Xie Xuanyi, now looking at this Sword Array, spotted the problem with just one glance.

In order to reproduce the might of that sword from years ago…

Ji Haoming pondered for ten years, eventually opting for a clever method, allowing thirteen disciples to "make up" enough Sword Qi to simulate the mood of that sword.

This sword, now wielded by Jing Qingming, managed to reproduce about five or six parts of its former elegance.

But it still lacked a very critical element.

"Without the resolve to never return, holding even the heaviest sword has no meaning."

Xie Xuanyi shook his head, soberly declaring, "This Sword Array is quite interesting, but you… are not up to it."

"Ridiculous prattle!"

Jing Qingming's expression darkened, and he shouted harshly, "A mere martial artist! Also dares to speak of swords!"

His hands formed seals again, and the Tongtian Sword was raised high, its tip gathering Sword Intent that poured out like a treasure vase.

Rolling Sword Qi fell like a waterfall!

Xie Xuanyi still just stood in his original position, stretching out his palm and gently hooking his fingertips.

Within the howling gale.

A branch of an old tree in the distance broke off—

Whoosh.

The broken branch shot straight toward Xie Xuanyi's palm.

Crack!

The branch swept into his palm!

Xie Xuanyi grasped the branch and waved it gently.

At that moment, the grass on Lotus Peak was covered in Sword Qi; the gale roared like a dragon, and the Sword Qi cried like a phoenix. Wrapped in the piercing Sword Intent, the dry and yellow branch trembled under the unbearable burden.

Boom boom boom!

The heavy sword fell, and silvery-white Sword Qi engulfed everything as it smashed down. Xie Xuanyi slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with sorrow as he watched the gigantic silvery-white sword that nearly filled his entire field of view.

He lifted his arm.

Attaching a thread of Primordial Energy to the branch.

Then aiming at the weakest point of the Sword Array.

He gently tapped it.

...

...

"What did you say?"

"Xie Zhen did not close his doors to avoid battle, but took the initiative to challenge with his sword? And he challenged everyone?"

At the summit of Prince Jiangning's estate, the lights burned all night long.

Most of the Loose Cultivators had already dispersed, but there were still quite a few young dignitaries drinking and 'watching the excitement' here.

As the host, Prince Jiangning had invited these up-and-comers to make connections, so naturally, he had to make an appearance. After personally making a toast with his cup, he silently left and went alone into the destiny array laid out by the Pavilion Master of Incense Fire House at the back of the estate.

Xie's spies continuously relayed information.

The news that Xie Zhen had challenged everyone echoed laughter and merriment throughout the estate.

A tipsy young scion from a prominent family remarked, "Has this guy gone mad? Challenging everyone, and then what?"

The faculty's expression was complex as he reported truthfully.

After he spoke—

The laughter within the estate vanished in an instant.

Every face froze with a smile still on it.

"Xie Zhen beat up everyone?" the young scion asked incredulously thinking he had misheard.

He confirmed it several times over, and then the wine glass in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Madman... this Xie Zhen is really a madman..."

Immediately after, he recalled something of importance and asked hastily, "What about Jing Qingming? Brother Jing also led people there, didn't he?"

The spy hesitated, speaking softly, "Jing Qingming... also lost."

"Jing Qingming also lost?"

Everyone in Prince Jiangning's estate gasped in shock.

"How is that possible?"

The young scion, unable to accept reality, muttered, "Brother Jing is in the Cave Heaven Realm, and he brought thirteen disciples of the Silver Moon Sect... Prince once said that even he would find the Thousand Jin Waterfall Sword Formation extremely tricky once deployed..."

"Did you clearly see what Xie Zhen's Lifebound Flying Sword is?"

At this question.

The spy looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Didn't see it clearly?" asked the young scion, frowning.

"Not that I didn't see clearly."

The spy gave a bitter smile, saying, "It's that... there wasn't one."

"There wasn't one?"

The people in the estate were bewildered.

"Previously, although Xie Zhen took the initiative to challenge with his sword, he used his fists."

The spy whispered, "Later in the battle against Jing Qingming, he actually did use a sword, but..."

"But what?"

The worried young dignitaries urged him, pausing uncertainly.

"But, the sword Xie Zhen used was just a wooden sword."

The spy sighed.

"To be precise, Xie Zhen picked up a branch at random, defeating Jing Qingming and the Silver Moon Sect's 'Thousand Catties Waterfall' formation with it."

Upon hearing this, the dignitaries were all stunned as if turned to wooden chickens.

"With the Sword Array broken, Jing Qingming was seriously injured, and the other disciples also lost consciousness. Now, they have all been sent to True Hidden Peak for treatment..."

The spy said with a bitter smile, "In the upcoming Sword Qi Grand Ceremony, it seems that the Silver Moon Sect will be out of luck."

...

...

"Jing Qingming has truly disappointed us."

Within the misty destiny array.

Prince Jiangning, with his hands clasped behind his back, did not hide the sarcasm and mockery in his eyes, "The 'Thousand Jin Waterfall' Sword Array that the Silver Moon Sect has pondered over for ten years failed to even force out Xie Zhen's Lifebound Flying Sword... In the end, the opponent merely used a wooden sword to shatter the heavy sword and break through the formation. Could you have expected this outcome?"

"This battle was indeed unexpected."

The Pavilion Master of Incense Fire House sat within the array.

As always, he silently observed the flow of luck around Da Sui Sword Palace's peaks utilizing the mountain's terrain.

The Pavilion Master sighed deeply and said, "What truly surprised me was not Jing Qingming's defeat, but Xie Zhen's strength... It is truly unfathomable."

Xie Sheng slightly raised his eyebrows.

"The Thousand Jin Waterfall Sword Formation, Jing Qingming has roughly displayed it a few times in front of His Highness."

The Pavilion Master expressed his puzzlement, "This formation is not to be underestimated, and even if it could be dismantled... it would require a lot of effort. How did Xie Zhen do it, disassembling a Thousand Jin Waterfall with a wooden sword? Could it be that he also is a gifted Array Pattern Master?"

"..."

After hearing this, Prince Jiangning fell silent.

"It makes no sense, there's just no reason for it."

The Pavilion Master directed the destiny array toward Lotus Peak, but no matter how he looked, the main peak of Lotus seemed to be a sight of decay and ruin.

And he aimed the array's detection toward the direction of an ancient small courtyard below Lotus Peak.

Looking and looking, he still could not figure it out.

That young man.

Seemed just like he had seen before.

Lifeless, with a fragile life force.

How could such a person, who seemed barely able to "live" much longer, compete with the dragon-like power?