Chapter 117 A Secret Visit to the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords! Butcher Zhang's Pig Slaughter Startles the Sword Master
Central Plains, Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land.
In the center of the massive square, a majestic statue of a "Green Mantis" had been cast overnight using the finest Immortal Gold.
The Sect Master of the Sword Sect led tens of thousands of Disciples in respectfully offering a stick of incense to the statue.
"Sect Master, I have already performed a deduction using the Sect's secret method." The Grand Elder stepped forward, his expression incredibly solemn. "That Ancestral Master, who descended as an Incarnation of a flying insect and left behind a peerless Sword Intent with a casual wave, flew from the direction of the Eastern Wasteland."
"The specific location seems to be a small Mortal city on the edge of the Eastern Wasteland... called Qingyun City!"
"Qingyun City?"
The Sect Master of the Sword Sect took a deep breath, a fanatical light erupting in his eyes.
"A place capable of birthing such peerless Sword Intent must be a supreme Holy Land where the Sword Dao Origin is hidden!"
"Pass down the order! The Grand Elder will accompany me to Qingyun City for a pilgrimage! Remember, such a supreme Holy Land must be the secluded home of countless Red Dust Immortals. We must take off our sword robes and change into Mortal clothing. We absolutely must not expose our cultivation, lest we disturb the expert!"
"Yes!"
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A few days later.
Qingyun City, Market.
The morning market was bustling with activity, the sounds of hawking rising and falling.
The Sect Master of the Sword Sect and the Grand Elder were dressed in grey cloth tunics, looking like two destitute wandering Jianghu swordsmen as they cautiously entered the city gate.
As soon as they entered the city, both of them shuddered simultaneously.
"Sect Master... do you feel it?" The Grand Elder swallowed hard, his voice transmission trembling.
The Sect Master of the Sword Sect tightly gripped the long sword hidden in his sleeve, his forehead drenched in sweat.
On the surface, Qingyun City appeared to be just an ordinary Mortal city, but the air was permeated with a faint trace of Chaos Creation Qi!
Even more terrifying was that any random Mortal selling vegetables on the street had an astonishingly vigorous blood and Qi!
The two of them walked forward tremulously until they arrived at a pork stall.
The stall owner was none other than Butcher Zhang.
Ever since Butcher Zhang had eaten half a plate of Earth-Shaking Demonic Dragon Pig roast meat at the Mortal Dwelling that night and played drinking games with Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo, he not only possessed infinite strength but also had the terrifying blood and Qi of a Primeval Demon King accumulated within his body.
At this moment, Butcher Zhang was shirtless, holding a wide-backed butcher knife, with half a side of freshly slaughtered black pork on the cutting board.
"Come get it! Fresh local pork!"
Butcher Zhang shouted loudly, raised his butcher knife high, and then seemingly casually chopped down.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound rang out.
The half side of pork was perfectly split into two. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, the bone and meat separated cleanly, and there wasn't even a single knife mark left on the wooden cutting board beneath!
But in the eyes of the Sect Master of the Sword Sect and the Grand Elder, this single strike felt like a thunderbolt, causing their sword bones to wail frantically!
"This... what kind of blade technique is this?!"
The Sect Master of the Sword Sect's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
In the eyes of a Mortal, Butcher Zhang was just chopping meat. But in the eyes of a peerless Sword Cultivator at the half-step True Immortal Realm like him, that strike just now clearly contained a supreme true intent of returning to basics and severing the Laws of Heaven and Earth!
Without using a single shred of spiritual power, relying solely on physical strength and an instinctual harmony with the Laws of Heaven and Earth, he had actually unleashed a strike that approached the Dao!
"How is this a butcher knife! This is clearly the highest Realm of the Heaven-Slaying Draw-Sword Technique—no sword in hand, everything can be a sword! Even a rusted butcher knife can cleave through the long river of time!" The Grand Elder was so terrified he almost knelt down to Butcher Zhang.
The Sect Master of the Sword Sect took a deep breath, stepped forward tremblingly, and respectfully cupped his hands in greeting.
"This... Senior. May I ask where you learned this blade technique that seizes the creation of Heaven and Earth?"
Butcher Zhang was stunned for a moment. Looking at the awe-stricken old man in grey before him, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"What 'Senior'? Old man, you're quite the joker! This isn't some blade technique. I've been slaughtering pigs for thirty years; it's just practice making perfect!"
While wiping his hands with a greasy rag, Butcher Zhang smiled honestly, "Though, my strength has indeed increased quite a bit recently. A few days ago, Young Master Lin from the North Suburbs moved into a new home and treated the neighbors to some roasted wild boar meat."
"That pork was truly miraculous. After eating it, I felt full of energy. This butcher knife, which weighs dozens of catties, feels as light as a straw in my hand!"
"North Suburbs? Young Master Lin?!"
The Sect Master of the Sword Sect keenly captured these two keywords, his heart pounding wildly.
A single meal of roasted pork could give a Mortal such terrifying blood and Qi foundation, and even allow a casual strike to align with the Supreme Dao?!"
Just what kind of taboo existence was that Young Master Lin?!
"May I ask, Senior, how do we get to Young Master Lin's residence?" The Sect Master of the Sword Sect's tone became increasingly respectful, even using honorifics as if a Junior were consulting a Senior.
"Just keep going north along this main street, and you'll see it once you leave the city. That house is huge, and there are two newly placed large stone lions outside the main gate," Butcher Zhang pointed the way enthusiastically.
"Thank you for the guidance, Senior!"
The Sect Master of the Sword Sect and the Grand Elder left behind two radiant Top-Grade Spirit Stones as payment for the meat, then turned and hurried toward the North Suburbs.
Butcher Zhang looked at the two shiny "pretty stones" on the cutting board and scratched his head.
"Those two old men looked like they were dressed in rags, so why did they use stones to buy meat? Oh well, they looked quite pitiful, so I'll just consider it a gift of half a catty of meat. These transparent stones look quite bright; I'll take them back for my grandson to play with as marbles."
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North Suburbs of Qingyun City.
The Sect Master of the Sword Sect and the Grand Elder sprinted all the way, finally arriving not far from the Mortal Dwelling.
They stopped in their tracks and looked up.
With just one look.
The Natal Flying Swords of the two peerless Sword Cultivators actually began to tremble violently and uncontrollably within their scabbards, emitting wails of sorrow. It was as if a subordinate had encountered an absolute monarch who could not be disobeyed, frantically kowtowing in submission within their scabbards!
Above that tall residence, a terrifying Luck that could freeze one's Soul was faintly swirling!
"Sect Master, look! Those two stone lions outside the main gate!"
The Grand Elder's voice trembled as he pointed toward the gate.
The Sect Master of the Sword Sect focused his gaze and instantly sucked in a breath of cold air.
Although those two stone lions were motionless, within their petrified eyes, the light of the Immortal Dao and supreme demonic might that could see through the myriad Realms of the heavens were flowing!
With just a single glance, the Sect Master of the Sword Sect felt his Sword Heart nearly shatter from the glare of those two stone lions!
"What level of House-guarding Divine Beasts are these?! Even the two stones guarding the gate possess a terrifying pressure that can easily obliterate a True Immortal!"
The Sect Master of the Sword Sect's legs went weak with fear, and he knelt directly into the mud a hundred zhang away from the gate.
Just then.
With a "creak."
The heavy gates of the Mortal Dwelling were slowly pushed open from the inside.