Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"Who did you say your master is?"

"My master, Xie Xuanyi!"

"Say it again?"

"My master, Xie Xuanyi!"

"..."

Xie Xuanyi looked at the little creature with its head held high before him and didn't know what to say, rubbing his brow as he fell into thought.

After awakening in Yuzhu Town, his Divine Sea occasionally felt pain.

He must have lost some memories.

But... however much he'd lost, he shouldn't have inexplicably gained such a disciple.

This little creature, he had absolutely no recollection of.

"What is your name?"

Xie Xuanyi asked with a complex expression.

"Duan, only name Zhao, styled Chang Chuan!"

The youth's voice remained sonorous and strong as he drew his heavy sword, preparing to strike again.

"Wait, just wait..."

Xie Xuanyi hurriedly waved his hand, signaling to pause.

Duan Zhao was more respectful than he had anticipated, obediently releasing the hand that gripped the heavy sword.

"Duan Zhao..."

Xie Xuanyi was certain; he had never met this youth before.

Xie Xuanyi frowned and asked, "You say you're Xie Xuanyi's disciple, but where is the proof?"

"Proof..."

The youth kicked at the heavy sword before him and earnestly said, "Here it is."

"???"

"This swordsmanship of the heavy sword comes from the sword manual left by Xie Xuanyi, which I have practiced day and night... Just now in our bout, every single move was derived from it," the youth spoke very seriously. "Although I didn't defeat you, it's not because the master's techniques are lacking, but because my own aptitude is insufficient."

Usually composed, Xie Xuanyi was not so composed this time.

That's called swordsmanship?

The heavy sword lacked edge, and while the youth's moves enveloped him in a profoundly intense Taoist Realm, Xie Xuanyi couldn't see any trace of swordsmanship at all.

It was purely a martial artist's methodology, brute force all the way through.

But speaking of which.

This Duan fellow, possessing a Golden Body, was not an opponent any ordinary Grotto Heaven could handle, even if he was fighting recklessly.

"You, young man, have practiced the wrong thing," Xie Xuanyi said impatiently. "How could Xie Xuanyi's swordsmanship be so reckless?"

"What did you say!"

The youth, enraged, grabbed the heavy sword and charged forward again.

This time, Xie Xuanyi did not parry him away but picked up a piece of dry wood branch that had broken the formation before, and with the tip of the branch, lightly tapped the gathering point of the Sword Intent of the heavy sword!

A crisp ding sound!

The Sword Wind of the heavy sword was torn apart, and the youth's forehead bulged with veins, attempting to overpower with all his might.

But Xie Xuanyi, with a simple wood branch, lightly pressed down the heavy sword!

"Here."

Xie Xuanyi smiled, "See, what you're using now is just the routine of a martial artist, it would be better to discard the sword and use your fists directly."

Stubborn as a bull, the youth planted his feet firmly on the ground, utilizing every trick in the book to try to lift the heavy sword.

But that piece of dry wood branch, like a jack.

Seemingly light as a feather.

In reality, heavy as Mount Tai.

Pressing down so much that he couldn't even move himself or the sword!

But even so.

The youth still clenched his teeth and resolutely refused to throw away the sword.

"Quite stubborn, you do have some spine," Xie Xuanyi said with a smile, asking. "Who taught you the sword manual?"

"...My father!"

The youth lifted his head, gritting his teeth as he said, "It has nothing to do with the swordsmanship, it must be my own fault in practice!"

"Is it possible..."

Xie Xuanyi sighed softly, slowly speaking, "that actually you've been deceived?"

The youth suddenly froze.

"This 'swordsmanship' is indeed profound, definitely possessing an essence, but it seems more like a modified fist manual," Xie Xuanyi said with a smile. "Let me guess, your so-called father is probably a practitioner of fist techniques, right? If I'm not mistaken, he should be skilled in the eighteen types of weapons... but he's not really good with the sword, so to deceive you, he could only cobble together a 'Heavy Sword Sword Manual' from a fist manual, mixing it with lots of other weapon's dregs."

With these words spoken.

The youth was suddenly dumbstruck.

"Am I right?" Xie Xuanyi raised an eyebrow.

"Pah, nonsense!"

The youth snapped back to his senses, indignantly, "By what right do you say the sword manual I practiced is fake? I've been asking about swordsmanship all the way here, until before Da Sui Sword Palace, no one could defeat me!"

Xie Xuanyi looked at him with a complex expression.

Is it because your swordsmanship is good?

You, a sixteen-year-old Golden Body, who could normally defeat you?

"Don't you know that your 'esteemed teacher' doesn't practice heavy sword?"

Xie Xuanyi sighed. "Even if he truly left behind a sword manual, how could it be a Heavy Sword Sword Manual? Did he hand it to you in person?"

"..."

At this, the youth was left speechless.

A moment later.

He lifted his head again, fiercely saying, "My father wouldn't deceive me!"

Xie Xuanyi had been waiting for this response, "Who is your father?"

"My father..."

The youth opened his mouth to reveal his father's name, but then suddenly swallowed his words, warily saying, "My mother said not to disclose our family's name indiscriminately when outside."

Xie Xuanyi couldn't help but laugh.

He casually threw aside the piece of dry wood, waving his sleeve, "Enough... I'm not really interested, let's call it a night, I'm tired."

Having said this.

He turned to head back to the residence.

"Wait, wait, wait—"

The youth glared, hastily dragging his heavy sword, blocking in front of Xie Xuanyi. "We haven't finished the fight yet!"

"You think we haven't finished?"

Xie Xuanyi sneered, "It was already over. It ended the moment you made your first move."

The youth stood there stunned, looking at the person in front of him who was only a year older than him, Xie Zhen.

For some reason.

He always felt that the faint smile in the other's eyes.

Seemed to hold decades of hardship.

Whereas, in comparison, his own gaze was as clear as a stream.

"Think about it carefully, the scene when you made your first move."

Xie Xuanyi said indifferently, "If I were to hold a twig and point towards the Kan position, how would you respond?"

Duan Zhao looked bewildered, as if he understood but did not comprehend fully.

Xie Xuanyi shook his head and suddenly spoke coldly, "Draw your sword!"

That phrase, laden with a fierce intent to kill, instantly turned into a cold wind that rushed into the skin of the young man in the Golden Body Realm. Under the personal instruction of his father, a Yang God martial artist from Wangyou Island who had cultivated for many years, Duan Zhao's reaction to the incoming murderous intent had long been ingrained deep into his marrow!

He almost subconsciously clenched his heavy sword and struck towards Xie Xuanyi!

This was the Double Peak Ear Filling from the manual of fist techniques.

The next instant.

Xie Xuanyi raised his hand, his two fingers joined together, and gently pointed forward!

With a smack!

The young man flew backward, landing squarely on his buttocks under that old tree, his complexion pale and his breathing somewhat rapid.

Looking down, there was a snow-white mark of Sword Qi at his chest.

What was most important was—

The heavy sword that he had been clutching tightly in his palm the whole time uncontrollably flew out of his grasp, spinning a dozen times in the air before heavily plunging back into the ground!

"Dang!"

The sound of the Sword Sound reverberated and echoed above the grass of Lotus Peak.

The young man stared at the heavy sword.

Images from the lightning-fast exchange earlier reverberated in his mind.

Only at this moment did he realize that Xie Zhen had been right.

This fight had ended long ago.

It was just that the other party had been considerate of his dignity, thus he had never utilized his full strength.

"If you wish to comprehend the Dao, then do so alone in silence."

Xie Xuanyi spoke calmly, "I need to rest now."

With a bang.

The doors to the mansion closed.

Leaving the young man alone, staring blankly at the heavy sword.

…

…

"Quite a lively night."

As soon as the doors to the mansion closed.

Xie Xuanyi saw the little girl in the wheelchair enjoying the flowers in the courtyard.

As soon as she begun to speak.

He knew that the main Divine Soul had "briefly" taken control of this body again.

"I suggest you roll back to bed now."

After going back and forth entertaining several "guests" all night, Xie Xuanyi was in no mood to beat around the bush with Jiang Huang anymore.

The murderous intent from the Nine Death Forbidden had been temporarily neutralized by the Undying Spring.

The main Divine Soul had narrowly escaped one disaster.

But the situation was still far from optimistic.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause you trouble."

Jiang Huang, sitting in the wheelchair, raised her small face and said calmly, "What's more or less important—I know well. You saved my life… under any circumstances, I shouldn't be bothering you at this moment."

Hearing this, Xie Xuanyi was somewhat surprised.

He squinted at the little girl in front of him and reached out to feel her forehead with the back of his hand.

Huh, why is it so hot?

Wait a second… this little one is a phoenix.

Then it's fine.

"As for the so-called 'high temperature' of ordinary humans, it means nothing to me,"

Jiang Huang said indifferently, "Don't overthink it. The words I say tonight are not due to a heatstroke or confusion, but there are some matters I want to clarify in advance."

"Congratulations... Although the Nine Death Forbidden is not cured, the 'disease' here has improved a lot."

Xie Xuanyi stretched out his finger, pointing at his temple.

"Heh."

Faced with such sarcasm, Jiang Huang coldly chuckled, showing no annoyance.

"Even though the Sect Leader of the Pure Yang is secluded, the Sword Qi Decree hangs high, and several main peak masters possess the ability to oversee the Sword Palace,"

Xie Xuanyi raised his head and said leisurely, "Never forget, within the Da Sui Sword Palace... there still sits a Yang God. Although this mansion is covered with talismans, I am not sure whether the Law Enforcement would send a wisp of Divine Thought to check in on my recent condition."

"Zhao Tongtian is upright and would disdain to do such a thing. If he wants to see you, even if it's just sending Divine Thought, it would certainly be magnificent,"

Jiang Huang remarked calmly, "Facing such a person, hiding is of no use... If a Yang God wants to kill me, can I even escape?"

"That's true,"

Xie Xuanyi laughed: "You're quite philosophical about it."

"... Life and death are predestined, I truly have come to accept it."

Jiang Huang was especially unusual tonight.

Xie Xuanyi put away his smile.

He noticed that the little girl in the wheelchair had a thin mist seeming to shroud the area around her brow.

The vibrant life force contained in the half-drop of Undying Spring he had given was all concentrated there.

"Xie Xuanyi, about last night... thank you,"

Jiang Huang was silent for a long time before she finally spoke reluctantly, lifting her head to stare directly into the eyes of the young man in front of her.

It had to be admitted.

After many years apart.

The familiar person had become a lot more unfamiliar, yet somewhat more pleasing to the eye.

Xie Xuanyi frowned: "What are you trying to say?"

"... To counter the Nine Death Forbidden, I have born a second Divine Soul,"

Jiang Huang clenched her teeth, her voice husky, "You should know, the birth of this Divine Soul is unrelated to anyone else, it's solely to counter the Nine Death Forbidden, that's all."

"So?" Xie Xuanyi said.

"It's just that having met you, this second Divine Soul was endowed with an unexpected 'personality'."

Jiang Huang steeled her heart, forcefully said, "I know that you only saved me before because of this second Divine Soul... I don't want to owe you favors without reason. If you regret it, you can take back the 'Undying Spring' anytime!"

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

"So... you went through all this trouble, twisting and turning for ages, daring to have the main Divine Soul appear, just to tell me this?"

Xie Xuanyi sighed.

He stretched out two fingers, hovering them above Jiang Huang's forehead.

"Hummmmm—"

A very soft breeze swirled between the two.

Jiang Huang's gaze blurred slightly; she felt the chill receding in her Heart Lake intensify abruptly at this moment.

She couldn't help but shiver.

The little girl gritted her teeth, seriously nodding her head.

Xie Xuanyi chuckled lightly.

Where his fingertips lingered, the thin mist at Jiang Huang's forehead moved slowly, seemingly sensing its master's summoning, wisps of mist swept out, and within the fog, the outline of the half-a-drop could vaguely be seen.

Xie Xuanyi thoughtfully asked, "Do you want me to take back the 'Undying Spring'?"

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(There will be another update tonight for those who can't wait.)