193: Chapter 193 Sword Formation Protects the Body, Knocking on the Dao Palace

[The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak summoned the demon-revealing mirror.]

[The bronze mirror suspended in mid-air, its face pointing downward, as azure light poured out like flowing water, sweeping across the Spiritual Veins of the Thirty-Six Peaks of Wendao Palace.]

[Wherever the mirror's light passed, the direction of the Spiritual Veins, the concentration of Spiritual Qi, and the trajectories of spiritual power flow were all revealed in minute detail, like a map being illuminated.]

[Chu Sheng sat cross-legged on the periphery of the Mine Tunnel when the four swords of zhuxian inside him suddenly vibrated on their own.]

[It wasn't him who activated them; the swords moved by themselves.]

[The four swords emitted a low hum simultaneously, and Sword Qi overflowed from his Dantian, forming an invisible barrier on the surface of his body, tightly wrapping his aura.]

[When the mirror light swept to the periphery of the Mine Tunnel, it struck that barrier and was bounced away, like water crashing against a reef.]

[The surface of the demon-revealing mirror suddenly dimmed for a moment.]

[The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak frowned; this situation had never occurred before.]

[This mirror had followed him for over a thousand years, and it had never failed to trace spiritual power marks. Today, it was actually bounced away by something?]

[He increased his spiritual power output, and the mirror light brightened again, but when it swept to the same position, it was bounced away once more.]

[Feng Qingyang sneered, "Junior Martial Uncle, is your mirror getting old? It’s time for a replacement."]

[The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak ignored him, his frown deepening.]

[Ye Gucheng remained expressionless, but his gaze narrowed slightly as he looked toward the Mine Tunnel.]

[What was in that direction? An abandoned Mine Tunnel that no one had visited for hundreds of years.]

[He calmly withdrew his gaze and continued to play his role as the cold-faced Sword God.]

[The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak activated the demon-revealing mirror again, this time using his full strength.]

[Spiritual power at the Peak of Spirit Nurturing surged into the mirror like a tide, and the mirror light exploded, becoming like a giant azure pillar piercing straight toward the Mine Tunnel.]

[The Sword Qi of the zhu xian sword collided with the mirror light, letting out a low hum that caused the entire Wendao Peak to tremble.]

[Rocks fell, birds were startled, and the Disciples of various Peaks looked up one after another, wondering what had happened.]

[A fine crack appeared on the surface of the demon-revealing mirror.]

[The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly withdrew his power and pulled the mirror back into his sleeve.]

[He looked at that crack, his fingers trembling with heartache.]

[Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Junior Martial Uncle, your mirror really is old! This is hilarious!"]

[The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak gave him a cold look, and Feng Qingyang's laughter came to an abrupt halt.]

[Feng Qingyang and Ye Gucheng both looked toward the Mine Tunnel simultaneously.]

[Both of them sensed that unfamiliar, extremely sharp Sword Qi. It didn't belong to either of them, nor did it belong to any Peak Master of Wendao Palace.]

[That Sword Qi was cold as frost and sharp as a blade, like a sword hidden in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.]

[Ye Gucheng's hand rested on his sword hilt, but he only held it without drawing.]

[Feng Qingyang's fists cracked loudly, and the aura on his body surged like an enraged bull.]

[The two glanced at each other and then simultaneously looked away.]

Chu Sheng let out a muffled groan in the Mine Tunnel, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

The zhu xian sword had blocked ninety-nine percent of the power for him, but that one percent of the aftershock still injured him.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was pale, but his eyes were bright.

The Old Grandfather's voice came from the ring, sounding as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"We can't wait any longer! The demon-revealing mirror being blocked the first time was an accident, but the second time will be seen through! That old man is already suspicious. Once he repairs the crack in the mirror and tries again, you won't be able to hide!"

Chu Sheng gnashed his teeth.

He wouldn't wait for the Great Competition; he would Breakthrough tonight.

He increased his daily absorption from ten strands of hair to a hundred, and the Spiritual Vein began to fluctuate violently.

The great golden river of Luck beneath Wendao Peak seemed to be stirred, churning and roaring as Spiritual Qi surged into his Dantian like a tide.

The Spiritual Qi of the Thirteenth Peak dropped by another half percent within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The Disciples were in an uproar, running out of their Immortal Caves one after another. Some shouted "the Spiritual Qi is gone," while others looked for Elders in a panic.

Feng Qingyang was furious and smashed a giant rock in front of the Mountain Gate with a punch, certain that Ye Gucheng was responsible.

He rushed to the Mountain Gate of the Ninth Peak, his voice as loud as thunder: "Ye Gucheng! You still say it wasn't you? The Spiritual Qi of the Thirteenth Peak has dropped by another half percent! Within a single incense stick's time! Do you take me for a fool?"

Ye Gucheng stood before the Mountain Gate, looking at him coldly: "I said, I didn't do it."

Feng Qingyang said, "Bullshit! Besides you, who else has the ability?"

Ye Gucheng's hand rested on his sword hilt. "Say that again."

Feng Qingyang: "I'll say it ten more times and it'll be the same—you did it!"

The air between them seemed to solidify, making it hard for people to breathe.

The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak stood behind them, silent.

He didn't look at Feng Qingyang or Ye Gucheng; his gaze remained fixed on the Mine Tunnel.

The demon-revealing mirror was in his sleeve. It had a crack, but it was still usable.

He didn't take it out again because he knew that even if he did, it wouldn't be able to reveal that thing.

That thing was too strong, strong enough to bounce back a full-strength strike from the demon-revealing mirror.

He called over two Disciples. One was a Legacy Disciple of the Tenth Peak, surnamed Wang, at the Peak of Spirit Sea Realm.

The other was from the Law Enforcement Hall, surnamed Li, at the Late Stage of Sea Opening Realm.

The two bowed in greeting. The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak pointed toward the Mine Tunnel and told them to keep an eye on that place.

"No matter what you see, report to me immediately."

The Disciple surnamed Wang asked the Grandmaster, "What is there?"

The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak said, "I don't know, that's why I'm having you watch it."

The two took their orders and sped toward the Mine Tunnel.

Chu Sheng sat cross-legged in the Mine Tunnel, feeling like his Dantian was about to explode.

The Luck, as thick as a hundred strands of hair, surged in at once, like a small river being poured directly into a cup.

His Meridians were expanding, his Dantian was trembling, and his cultivation level was soaring like a rocket.

The Bottleneck of the Peak of Sea Opening Realm was like a layer of window paper, being shaken precariously by the torrent of Luck.

The four swords of zhuxian hummed within his body, helping him suppress the violent nature of the Luck.

The Old Grandfather's voice rang in his ear: "Steady! Steady! The Dao Palace is not reached by brute force; it depends on comprehension!"

Chu Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "I fucking know, but this Luck isn't listening to me."

The Old Grandfather said, "Then make it listen!"

Chu Sheng took a deep breath and forcibly circulated the Taixu True Scripture.

The Way of Void and Reality, the conversion of Yin and Yang—the river of Luck within his body was guided, turning from violent to docile, and from docile to orderly.

The membrane leading to the Dao Palace became thinner and thinner under the washing of Luck, like a flag fluttering in the wind.

Outside, Feng Qingyang and Ye Gucheng were still in a standoff.

Neither would yield to the other, and the atmosphere was tense.

The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak stood to the side, silent, his gaze never leaving the direction of the Mine Tunnel.

Chu Sheng closed his eyes, veins bulging on his forehead.

In his Dantian, that membrane finally cracked open a slit.

Luck surged in like a tide, and the gates of the Dao Palace opened a crack.