Chapter 118 The Peerless Sword Master Asks for Water! A Broomstick as an Unparalleled Divine Sword

"Creak—"

The heavy main gate slowly pushed open.

Holding a bamboo broom, Lin Yuan stepped over the threshold and walked out.

"There are so many fallen leaves in autumn. I just finished sweeping two days ago, and another layer has fallen at the entrance."

Lin Yuan muttered while waving the broom in his hand, casually sweeping the bluestone pavement.

A hundred zhang away.

The Sect Master of the Sword Sect and the Grand Elder, who were kneeling in the mud, had their eyes bulge out and their hearts felt as if they were struck by a giant hammer when they saw the broom in Lin Yuan's hand!

"Sect... Sect Master! Look at the Magical Artifact in his hand!" The Grand Elder's teeth were chattering wildly as he desperately swallowed his saliva.

The Sect Master of the Sword Sect stared fixedly at the broom Lin Yuan was waving, his whole body trembling with excitement.

In the eyes of a Mortal, that was just a broken bamboo broom used for sweeping the floor.

But in the eyes of these two giants of the Dao of the Sword...

How was that a broom! That was clearly the Origin of the Sword, formed by countless Supreme Divine Swords emitting the True Intent of world-creation, bundled together!

With every wave, as the bamboo bristles of the broom brushed across the ground, they left tiny sword scars in the Void Realm. Contained within those sword scars was precisely the absolute Dao of the Sword that could sever eternity and tear apart Reincarnation!

It was exactly the same as the sword strike that green mantis had unleashed on the Sword Sect's square that day! No, it was countless times more profound and terrifying than that!

"This lord... is actually using Supreme Sword Intent to sweep fallen leaves on the ground?!"

The Sect Master of the Sword Sect's Dao Heart was wailing. His Dao of the Sword, which he had painstakingly cultivated for thousands of years, was simply inferior to a three-year-old child's wooden sword in front of this lord's broom!

Just then.

Lin Yuan finished sweeping the fallen leaves at the entrance. He looked up and happened to see the two old men in grey clothes kneeling and trembling in the mud a hundred zhang away.

"Hmm?"

Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment and walked over carrying his broom.

"You two elders, what happened to you? Why are you kneeling in the mud puddle and not getting up?" Lin Yuan looked at these two ragged, sweating elders, and a flash of sympathy appeared in his eyes.

Hearing that voice, which sounded like the Brahma sound of the Heavenly Dao, ring in their ears...

The Sect Master of the Sword Sect and the Grand Elder were scared to the point of their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

That invisible pressure made them lack even the courage to lift their heads.

"Sen... Senior!" The Sect Master of the Sword Sect's mind worked frantically as he stammered, "We... we two brothers are traveling street-performing swordsmen. Arriving at Qingyun City, we were truly hungry and thirsty, and our strength failed us, which is why we fell to the ground!"

To hide his identity, he followed Lin Yuan's gaze and made up the identity of a destitute street performer for himself.

"Street-performing swordsmen?"

Lin Yuan looked at the long swords hanging at their waists and shook his head with a sigh.

"At such an old age, still out here performing in the elements, it's truly not easy."

Lin Yuan turned toward the courtyard and shouted, "Old Wan!"

"This old servant is here!" Demon Venerable Wanhua immediately ran out from the courtyard.

"Go to the kitchen and bring out two bowls of plain boiled water, and take two of yesterday's leftover multigrain buns. These two elders are performing outside and are so hungry they can't even walk."

"Yes, Young Master." Demon Venerable Wanhua glanced at the two old men on the ground and sneered in his heart.

Street performers?

The sky-piercing Sword Qi on these two old fellows, although deliberately suppressed, was as dazzling as a torch in the night under his Mahayana Stage Peak demon eyes.

These were clearly two old fogies from the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land in the Central Province!

"These old things are really getting more shameless by the day. To curry favor with the Young Master, they even used the beggar's trick."

Demon Venerable Wanhua cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to be slow. He quickly went to the kitchen, brought out two large bowls of netherworld yellow spring water with two leftover multigrain buns from last night on top, and walked out.

"You two elders, have a drink of water and eat some dry food to fill your stomachs."

Lin Yuan took the coarse porcelain bowls from Demon Venerable Wanhua and handed them to the two of them.

The Sect Master of the Sword Sect and the Grand Elder tremblingly reached out their hands and took the porcelain bowls.

When they saw clearly the water in the bowl and the buns on top, their breathing instantly stopped.

The water in the bowl displayed a deep, dark luster, with Soul phantoms faintly floating on the surface, emitting a cold air that could freeze the Divine Soul!

"This... this is Nine Nether Yellow Springs Water?!"

Then they looked at the hard multigrain buns.

A faint golden glow circulated on them; they were clearly Golden Cores of Creation kneaded from the Mother Qi of Heaven and Earth and the Law of the Great Dao!

"Tha... Thank you for the food, Lord!"

The eyes of the Sect Master of the Sword Sect and the Grand Elder turned red, and tears welled up and fell.

They carefully took a bite of the bun and then gulped down a mouthful of Yellow Springs water.

"Boom!"

A mouthful of cold water went down with the dry bun.

Two completely different supreme powers exploded violently within their bodies!

The extreme cold of the netherworld yellow spring water, which could freeze all things, instantly frozen and smoothed over all the rampaging Sword Qi and hidden injuries left in their bodies from practicing the sword!

And the Mother Qi of Creation contained within the multigrain buns was like a volcanic eruption, frantically reshaping their sword dao bones!

One destroying, one establishing!

The half-step True Immortal Bottleneck that had stuck the Sect Master of the Sword Sect for three thousand years let out a crisp cracking sound at this moment.

An illusory long sword emitting supreme immortal light flashed across the top of his head!

Sword Heart Clarity! True Immortal Realm!

Although the Grand Elder did not Breakthrough his major Realm, his Sword Intent also underwent a earth-shaking transformation, as if his entire being had turned into an unsheathed peerless divine weapon.

"This... this cup of water, this bun..."

The two knelt on the ground, swallowing in large gulps while screaming frantically in their hearts: "This is a supreme Opportunity enough to make the entire Central Province flow with rivers of blood!"

Soon, even a single drop of water or a crumb of the bun was licked clean by them.

Lin Yuan smiled with relief as he saw them devouring the food.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. These days, it's not easy to make a living by one's craft."

Lin Yuan glanced at the long swords at their waists and said, "I see your scabbards are worn out. You must use up your weapons a lot when practicing, right? I don't have anything good to give you here."

As he spoke, Lin Yuan casually snapped off two of the thickest bamboo bristles from the broom in his hand with a "snap."

"These two bamboo strips look quite straight and sturdy. Take them; you can use them as walking sticks normally, or as substitutes when practicing your sword skills, so you don't damage your real iron swords."

Lin Yuan handed the two bamboo bristles over.

Bamboo bristles!

Bamboo bristles from the Lord's broom!

Those were peerless divine objects containing the supreme Sword Intent that could sever the Major Thousand Worlds!

That green mantis had just been flicked once by the Lord with a bamboo bristle and had directly had an Epiphany, becoming a peerless Sword Cultivator!

The Sect Master of the Sword Sect and the Grand Elder held their trembling hands high, respectfully receiving the two dust-covered bamboo bristles as if they were receiving an imperial decree.

The moment the bamboo bristles touched their hands...

A grand, vast, and indescribable pure Dao of the Sword followed their palms and was directly imprinted into the depths of their Divine Souls!

"Thank you, Senior, for bestowing the supreme divine sword! Thank you, Senior!"

The two peerless Sword Cultivators who were famous in the Central Province were now like children who had received candy, holding the two broken bamboo sticks and kowtowing frantically to Lin Yuan in the mud.

"Alright, alright, just two broken bamboo strips, is it worth such thanks?"

Lin Yuan waved his hand helplessly: "Now that you've eaten and drunk your fill, hurry on your way. It's getting late; you can still make it to the next town."

"Yes! This Junior will be on his way! I will absolutely not disturb Senior's quiet cultivation!"

The two carefully tucked the bamboo bristles close to their bodies, bowed deeply again, and then supported each other as they ran off in a flash.

Lin Yuan sighed as he looked at their receding figures.

"In this world, even old street performers are so polite. Old Wan, clear the dishes, let's go back to the courtyard."

...

A dozen li away.

The Sect Master of the Sword Sect and the Grand Elder stopped their steps. After making sure Lin Yuan wasn't looking, the two could no longer suppress the wild joy in their hearts.

The Grand Elder held the bamboo bristle, dancing with joy: "Sect Master! With this divine bamboo, our Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land will surely produce another Sword Dao powerhouse of the Immortal Emperor level!"

"No! More than just an Immortal Emperor!"

The Sect Master of the Sword Sect's eyes glowed as he gripped the bamboo bristle in his hand tightly: "With the Lord's guidance, our Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land will become the sharpest sword in the heavens and myriad worlds!"

"Go! Return to the Central Province immediately! I will enter secluded meditation to comprehend the supreme Sword Intent within this bamboo bristle!"

Two peerless sword lights rose from the ground, tearing through the clouds and speeding toward the Central Province.

Meanwhile, in front of the Mortal Dwelling...

The two stone lions watched all this with cold eyes.

Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo transmitted his voice sourly in his heart: "Old Man Cang, those two old sword-swinging things have such good luck. Just by begging for food, they could obtain the supreme Sword Intent personally bestowed by the Lord."

Cangqiongzi snorted disdainfully: "Beggars are just beggars in the end! How can they be as stable as us, who have official positions as gatekeepers? As long as we guard the gate firmly, all the Lord's leftovers will be ours in the future!"

The two stone lions puffed out their chests and continued to stand proudly in the wind.