Chapter 19: A Great Master at the Unity Stage, Terrifying Indeed

Early the next morning, Su Jiu arrived at the sword practice platform.

The sky was about to dawn, but the western side of the sword practice platform was still a dark indigo night, while the eastern side already had a streak of red glow slowly spreading from the mountain peaks like a painting. The clouds were also dyed orange-red. Although the sun hadn’t risen yet, its brilliance had already illuminated half of the sky.

Above Su Jiu’s head, there was still a crescent moon and two or three stars, twinkling with faint and cold light.

Su Jiu had arrived early, and her eyebrows, hair, and clothes were all covered in frost.

Usually, she was the earliest one here, but today, as soon as she arrived at the sword practice platform, she saw a figure in the corner.

Su Jiu looked closely and saw that it was the disciple named Shulin.

He had obviously been there for a while. His forehead and hair were covered in sweat, his breath turned into mist as he exhaled, and his clothes were damp.

He had been practicing for a while before he noticed Su Jiu. He was startled and pointed his sword at himself.

“Be careful.”

Su Jiu shouted softly, drawing the long sword at her waist. A cold light flashed from the blade, and the other end was held tightly by the girl’s white hand, making a clear sound as it cut through the air.

Zhen—

The two swords collided. The sword in Su Jiu’s hand blocked the momentum of the long sword in Shulin’s hand. The blade stopped just an inch away from him, and the thin blade continued to tremble.

“Hiss—”

Shulin gasped.

Su Jiu retracted her sword and said, “Don’t be distracted when practicing swordsmanship, or you’ll hurt yourself.”

Shulin’s face turned white first, then red. He gripped the hilt of his sword and stammered, “Yes, Senior Sister, I’ve learned my lesson.”

Su Jiu smiled, “It’s not really teaching. It was my fault just now. I didn’t expect anyone to be here earlier, and I made a bit of a commotion.”

She could tell that this outer disciple seemed to be particularly shy and timid, so she deliberately tried to make him less nervous.

“You practice here.” Actually, this was Su Jiu’s favorite spot. There was a large locust tree next to it, which provided some shade after the sun came out. But now that someone was there, she had no choice but to find another place.

She picked up her sword and walked to the other side. Fortunately, the sword practice platform on the Undying Mountain was very large, so they wouldn’t interfere with each other.

Su Jiu practiced for a while. When the indigo night on the west side was completely covered by the crimson dawn, the other disciples arrived one after another, scattered and found their own places to practice.

Su Jiu hadn’t practiced swordsmanship for a few days, and it took her a lot of effort to regain her feel.

She had already practiced the eighth sword technique and wanted to try to learn the ninth technique during this time, but now that she couldn’t use spiritual energy, she could only review the previous techniques repeatedly.

Su Jiu practiced seriously, and she didn’t know when the sword practice platform fell into a deathly silence.

A man in purple robes stood with his arms crossed, watching the girl in a dark blue swordsmanship uniform practice swordsmanship with a serious expression.

She had obviously been there for a long time. Crystal-clear beads of sweat rolled down her fair face, and her hair stuck to her temples, making her face look even whiter and smaller.

Her pink lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes were filled with seriousness.

For the first time, Cang Shanxue couldn’t hear her inner voice.

It was clear that the girl was completely immersed in her sword practice.

The dark blue swordsmanship uniform was close-fitting, and a three-finger-wide belt cinched her slender waist. Although it was soft and delicate, it also had a resilient strength.

Cang Shanxue stood there with his arms crossed, watching. The disciples on the Undying Mountain looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

They were joking. This was Master Uncle Cang!

The legendary Master Uncle Cang who unified the Nine Provinces and became the Human Emperor!

Who would be so blind as to run over and ask him, “Master Uncle, why are you here?”

That would be suicide.

They could only watch quietly.

They thought that Master Uncle Cang would just watch like that, but unexpectedly, he suddenly picked up a willow branch and walked over to Su Jiu in two or three steps.

The crowd gasped in unison.

Su Jiu was practicing swordsmanship well when someone suddenly barged in. She was startled and her feet stumbled involuntarily.

But she heard Cang Qiansxue’s calm and steady voice, “Don’t be flustered.”

Su Jiu wanted to cry.

[You suddenly barged in like that, anyone would be flustered!]

Cang Shanxue heard the familiar inner voice and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.

Still sending her a message: “There are some problems with your moves just now. Uncle will correct them for you. Watch carefully.”

Hearing Cang Qianxue say this, Su Jiu’s expression immediately became serious.

The soft willow branch in Cang Qianxue’s hand was no different from the sharpest sword in the world. Every move was filled with cold murderous intent. It was still the most basic nine sword techniques, but it was completely different from what Su Jiu and other disciples practiced.

Wherever the willow branch pointed, one could vaguely see the air distorted.

Is this the power of a great being in the fusion stage?

The light in Su Jiu’s eyes grew brighter.

It was a rare opportunity to be taught swordsmanship by Uncle Cang. Soon, some quick-witted disciples took up their swords and began to practice with Cang Qianxue and Su Jiu.

Soon, the sword-practicing platform was filled with cold sword lights.

The disciples from other peaks had heard that Cang Shanxue was practicing swords on the Budao Mountain today, so they flocked there. However, before they even got close to the arena, they were so frightened that they dared not move forward.

Are you kidding? Haven’t you seen that group of reckless sword practitioners practicing sword skills?

If I really get close to them, what if I accidentally hurt these fragile mages?

Su Jiu didn’t know how long she had practiced with Cang Shanxue. When they stopped, she looked like she had been fished out of the water. She was panting and unable to breathe. She could only throw away her sword, bend down, support her knees with her hands, and grunt like an old man.

On the contrary, the old man who had lived for more than a thousand years was so calm and unrestrained that he could easily put the willow branch back on the tree. With a simple trick of “dead wood coming back to life”, the willow branch began to dance in the wind again.

Even though they were practicing sword fighting together, his hair was not messy, his breathing was steady, and he even had the leisure to smile at her.

Su Jiu was so depressed.

Cang Qianxue walked over and took out a light purple handkerchief from his wide sleeves.

“Give.”

Su Jiu was too tired to be polite, so he took it. When he held it in his hand, he found that there was an iris embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, emitting a faint floral fragrance.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like something for men.

[Could it be that Master Cang’s admirer gave it to him? That’s not good…]

Cang Qianxue heard her inner voice and curled her lips: “Use it, this is my own handkerchief, not a gift from an admirer.”

“Oh.” Su Jiu responded and wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief. He was startled when he saw a group of people with glowing eyes under the sword-practicing stage.

Her legs were already weak, and she sat down on the ground after being frightened.

[Oh my god! Why are there so many people? Help, I have social anxiety. ]

Although Cang Shanxue didn’t know what social phobia meant, he could guess it roughly.

He glanced at the people below with fanatical eyes, frowned slightly, and a bit of impatience appeared in his eyes.

In the past few days, there were so many people wherever he went. Even though Cang Shanxue was used to being surrounded by people, he couldn’t help but feel a little disgusted by the noise.

He simply grabbed Su Jiu’s wrist, and his figure turned into a stream of purple light, and instantly disappeared from the spot.

The disciples below the sword-practicing stage opened their eyes wide, and then they stomped their feet, complained and groaned non-stop.