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"Master, are you okay?"
Sikong Qianluo cautiously approached, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no lightning would fall.
These past three days have not only attracted Sikong Qianluo, Xiao Se, and Lei Wujie, but also Mo Yi and Baili Dongjun, who were preparing for seclusion.
The latter was eager to see what Zhou was really up to.
Who knew that after Zhou Zhen was struck by lightning, he seemed like a completely different person.
This statement is somewhat strange, but that's the general feeling it gives.
The Zhou Zhenhuan of the past seemed otherworldly and ethereal, but now he has become a complete mortal, with no trace of his cultivation remaining.
But both Mo Yi and Baili Dongjun knew very well that this state of returning to simplicity was the most precious thing.
It seems this person has made another breakthrough.
Zhou Zhenhuan rubbed Sikong Qianluo's head: "It's nothing, I'm perfectly fine, I've never felt this good before."
Sikong Qianluo felt that these words sounded somewhat familiar.
Baili Dongjun and Mo Yi stepped forward, their faces beaming with smiles.
"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on reaching a new level."
Zhou Zhen smiled gently and waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing, nothing at all."
The two of them were so angry they wanted to beat him up.
After assessing the strength of both sides, they ultimately dropped the matter.
Let’s drink.
Zhou Zhenhuan was forced to drink a lot of alcohol by the two men, and in the end, both of them got drunk, but Zhou Zhenhuan remained sober.
That night, the sky was full of stars.
Zhou Huanzhen was casually lying on the rooftop, carrying a wine jug. Xiao Se came up and knelt down next to Zhou Huanzhen.
"Hmm, all done?"
"Yes, I have fully recovered. Thank you for your care all this time, Master."
Zhou Zhenhuan waved his hand: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are my disciple, and I am your master. What are your plans next?"
Xiao Se whispered, "Let's recover our strength first, then return to Tianqi."
When the topic turned to returning to Tianqi, Xiao Se glanced at Zhou Zhenhuan cautiously, but couldn't discern anything.
Zhou Zhenhuan crossed his legs, gently patted the wine pot, and some wine flew out and was poured into his mouth.
"It's good to go back; Tianqi is not peaceful right now."
Not only Apocalypse, but also those who support you have been suffering terribly lately.
Xiao Se paused for a moment: "Master, have you deduced something?"
“Even if I don’t say it, you should know that as long as you live, as long as you are still my disciple, there will always be some people who don’t want you to return to Tianqi City.”
Xiao Se naturally understood this principle. As the Prince of Yong'an, he naturally held considerable prestige in the court.
As the disciple of the world's number one, he had an enormous advantage.
Everyone has to consider the attitude of the number one in the world, and thus they have reservations.
"Master, what should I do?"
Zhou Zhen pointed to his heart: "This question shouldn't be asked of me, but of your heart. You've already made your choice, haven't you?"
Just keep moving forward. Life is short, only a hundred years. Do what you want to do, and don't regret it later.
"Disciple understands."
"Well, you possess the Sword Technique of Splitting the Nation and also have a method of cultivation, so I won't teach you anything else. Just keep practicing the Tai Chi you had before."
I have already taught you my most valuable skills.
Alright, it's getting late. You've just recovered from your serious injuries, so you should get some rest.
"Go and bring Lei Wujie up here. I have a few words to say."
Then Lei Wujie was hung up all night and beaten until he screamed in pain.
"Wushuang has already reached the realm of sword immortal, and what about you? All you do is hang around girls all day, you good-for-nothing!"
Chapter 183 What is a Sword Immortal?
Lightning crackled around Lei Wujie's body, and his hair stood on end, trembling incessantly.
"Master, stop fighting. Have the Wushuang brothers become sword immortals?"
This is great news! I'll definitely congratulate you in person later.
Looking at Lei Wujie's serious face, Zhou Zhenhuan suddenly lost his temper.
"Yes, that's right, we should congratulate them properly."
And you? When do you plan to become a sword immortal?
Lei Wujie scratched his steaming hair: "This matter isn't up to me, hehe. Don't worry, Master, I'll become a sword immortal sooner or later."
"What? Does noon interfere with your ascension to immortality?"
"Oh shit!"
Zhou Huanzhen casually tossed Lei Wujie upside down in mid-air, throwing him quite a distance before pulling him back.
"Master, please wait, I have some doubts."
Zhou Zhen raised an eyebrow, looking at Lei Wujie with some distrust. This blockhead can ask questions now?
"Tell me."
"Master, how can I become a sword immortal?"
When Lei Wujie asked this question, he was already prepared to be beaten.
Unexpectedly, Zhou actually turned him back and then patted the spot next to him.
Lei Wujie straightened his hair and found that each strand was firm and refused to fall, so he simply ignored it.
After he sat down, Zhou Zhenhuan casually waved his hand.
Lei Wujie then saw a sword aura transform into a huge mountain that descended from the sky.
"What did you see?"
Lei Wujie's playful smile had vanished, replaced by deep thought.
"Master means that the so-called sword immortal can move mountains and overturn seas? Oh dear!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he received a slap on the head.
Zhou Zhenhuan sighed: "Moving mountains and overturning seas is true, but what I'm talking about is the momentum."
Mountains have their own momentum, water has its own momentum, and people naturally have their own momentum, so this sword also has its own momentum.
To cultivate a sword, one must first cultivate the sword mind, then nurture the sword intent. Once the sword intent can connect with heaven and earth and grasp a trace of the sword path, it will combine with your personal understanding to condense into power.
Every sword immortal has their own unique sword style, and none of them are the same.
Because everyone's perception is different.
For example, your sister, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, has now switched to cultivating the highest good, like water. Because water has no constant form, her sword is now ever-changing and has no fixed form, making it difficult for people to predict.
Your brother-in-law, my junior brother Dao Jianxian, his swordsmanship is boundless, but after comprehending some of the things I taught him, he gained a slight change.
Take, for example, the Lone Sword Immortal. Before his fall from grace, he cultivated the Sword of Desolation. Under the influence of his sword aura, people would unconsciously fall into sadness and negative emotions, and lose their will to fight.
Therefore, in a contest between sword immortals, the first thing to do is to assess their momentum, and only then do they consider their sword techniques and moves.
But once the tide turns against them, there's usually no chance of a comeback.
Lei Wujie's heart fluttered with longing.
"Master, is there a difference in the skill level of swordsmanship?"
Zhou Zhenhuan nodded, then shook his head, leaving Lei Wujie completely bewildered.
"As I said, sword intent is a combination of the Dao of Heaven and sword intent, which allows one to leverage the power of heaven and earth."
Everyone's insights are unique, and there is no inherent hierarchy among them.
But you should know that the same sword can be more lethal in the hands of an adult and a child.
Swordplay has no inherent superiority or inferiority, but a person's aptitude does. Just because you grasp its essence doesn't mean it's yours; it requires constant refinement.
Just like when the Lone Sword Immortal nurtured his sword in the Desolate City, the deeper his understanding, the greater its power.
Lei Wujie understood somewhat: "What is that peerless sword aura?"
"The peerless cultivator naturally becomes unparalleled in the world. When you have the chance to fight him, you will have a profound understanding of this."
"Master, what do you think my sword style will be like in the future?"
Zhou Zhenhuan took a deep look at Lei Wujie, whose face was full of expectation, and patted him on the head.
"Actually, you have already found your own way of the sword. When you figure it out, you will naturally become a sword immortal."
A hint of confusion flashed in Lei Wujie's large eyes.
He looked down at his hands: "Found it already?"
"Yes, found it!" Zhou Zhen said with great certainty, then kicked him off the roof.
"Go back to sleep. Now that you know what a sword immortal is, maybe you'll become a sword immortal after you sleep."
Lei Wujie rubbed his backside and limped towards the room. Upon hearing this, his eyes lit up.
Master is right, let's try taking a nap first.
Zhou Zhenhuan found his apprentice, who had such a big heart, both amusing and exasperating.
"Senior, his swordsmanship is about protection, right?"
Ye Ruoyi brought up a plate of fennel beans and placed it in front of Zhou Zhenhuan.
Zhou Zhenhuan thanked him and said with a smile, "Yes, he inherited the Heart Sword, has his mother's will, and has also received the Azure Dragon Token. His sword is destined to be for protection."
You should return to Apocalypse.
The last sentence was cryptic, but Ye Ruoyi understood it perfectly.
She nodded, her voice as cool as the evening breeze.
"It's time to go back. Some things have to be done by someone."
Although I've been traveling around and encountered many dangers these days, I feel very happy.
I wish it could always be like this.
Zhou Zhenhuan picked up two fennel beans and threw them into his mouth, crunching them twice.
"You need to be careful, a very powerful force has emerged in the martial arts world."
Recently, all forces associated with Xiao Se have been attacked to varying degrees.
The road ahead will be difficult.
Ye Ruoyi was somewhat surprised by the news, but her gaze remained firm.
"It may be difficult, but some things have already begun, and even if we don't take this path, some people will want our lives."
Zhou Zhen nodded and said nothing more.
Now, he has done all he can, and he has no intention of getting involved in the struggles in Tianqi City.
Ye Ruoyi was a perceptive girl, and seemed to sense Zhou Zhenhuan's thoughts. She turned her head slightly and asked, "Senior, are you leaving too?"
"Yes, you have your things to do, and I naturally have my things to do too."
Tianqi is your domain, and Qingcheng, after all, cannot interfere in the imperial court.
"Aren't Qianluo and Lei Wujie also disciples of Qingcheng Mountain?"
"They are different. Besides being disciples of Qingcheng Mountain, they also have Xueyue City and Lei Family Fortress behind them. Xiao Se is even a prince of Beili."