622: Chapter 612 Imperial Tutor (12)

"Kid, do you want to learn the sword?"

Lu Xingzhou looked up.

Rainwater and blood mixed on his face, making it hard for him to see Qin Yun's expression clearly.

He first turned his head to take a look.

He saw those who had followed him all the way here.

Some had lost an arm.

Some were only able to stay standing by leaning on their long spears.

Others had already closed their eyes, never to open them again.

Lu Xingzhou lowered his head again, looking at the broken sword in his hand.

"I do."

The voice was not loud.

Yet it was steady.

Qin Yun nodded.

"Then clear away these eyesores first."

As soon as these words fell, the atmosphere on the ancient battlefield changed instantly.

Outside the formation, the Imperial Clan's Imperial Son's face was gloomy.

He had thought that today was a sure success.

Lu Xingzhou's Undergoing Tribulation had been interrupted, his dao foundation had shattered, and his old subordinates had suffered heavy casualties.

It only took one last strike to completely erase this trouble who came from a background as a Loose Cultivator.

But unexpectedly, an old teacher appeared halfway.

And he used a wooden ruler to block the killing move of a Quasi-Emperor.

This was simply absurd.

The Imperial Son stepped forward, and several experts from the Ancient Sect behind him followed immediately.

He stared at Qin Yun, his eyes full of coldness.

"An old thing that doesn't know life from death, how dare you block my Imperial Clan's reckoning?"

Qin Yun did not turn back.

He didn't even look at him.

The Imperial Son's expression became even uglier.

He raised his hand, and the imperial blood runes in his palm lit up.

The Prodigies and Elders around them retreated one after another.

This person was no ordinary Prodigy.

He was the biological son of a Great Emperor.

Even if his cultivation had not reached the peak, the imperial blood flowing in his body was enough to make Cultivators of the same generation unable to breathe.

"Die."

He pressed down with one palm.

The imperial blood runes turned into a crimson palm print, pressing down toward Qin Yun and Lu Xingzhou together.

Someone behind Lu Xingzhou exclaimed.

Others wanted to rush up to block it.

Qin Yun just raised his hand.

He didn't even move the wooden ruler.

He extended two fingers and gently wiped the air.

Like erasing a chalk mark written incorrectly on a wooden board.

The crimson palm print was gone.

The Imperial Son was also gone.

Only a faint bloody light rain remained between heaven and earth.

As the light rain fell, a brief vision of imperial blood flashed in the Void Realm.

It was reminding everyone that the one erased was not some roadside small fry.

But a true biological son of a Great Emperor.

The whole scene was deathly silent.

The Ancient Sect Elder stiffened in place.

The Imperial Clan followers even forgot to breathe.

Lu Xingzhou was also stunned.

He knew the old teacher was not simple.

From that night in the ruined temple, he knew this person would never be just an ordinary teacher teaching children how to read.

But he didn't expect him to be this strong.

This old teacher was hiding very deeply.

Outside the formation, the expression of that Quasi-Emperor guardian completely changed.

The Imperial Son was dead.

He died right under his nose.

He wouldn't survive if he went back.

The next moment, he went completely mad, and the Quasi-Emperor Law around him exploded.

"Everyone here today will be buried with him."

As the words fell, the entire ancient battlefield began to crack.

The power of the Quasi-Emperor pressed down like a collapsing sky.

Lu Xingzhou's old subordinates were already severely injured, and at this moment, they couldn't even stand.

Lu Xingzhou gritted his teeth, trying to get up, but was forced to grunt from his injuries.

Qin Yun finally looked up.

"Noisy."

He raised his hand and gently waved it forward.

The wind stopped.

The rain stopped.

The blood droplets splashing in mid-air stopped.

The broken weapons stopped in the air.

The killing move pressed down by the Quasi-Emperor also stopped half an inch above everyone's heads.

The entire ancient battlefield was pressed down by an invisible hand.

This was the power of the Time Book.

Except for Qin Yun, no one knew what had happened.

They could only feel fear.

Consciousness remained.

But the body could not move.

That feeling was like being locked into an invisible coffin by heaven and earth itself.

Qin Yun walked in the frozen time.

He first came to Lu Xingzhou's side and raised his hand to press on his shoulder.

A wisp of gentle power entered his body.

The wound on Lu Xingzhou's chest stopped bleeding.

The shattered dao foundation was also temporarily suppressed by a force.

Qin Yun looked at him.

"Don't die too early."

"I can't be bothered to go pick up people again."

Lu Xingzhou could not open his mouth.

But his eyes moved slightly.

Qin Yun turned and walked to the Quasi-Emperor.

There was finally fear in the Quasi-Emperor's eyes.

Qin Yun looked at him, his voice very faint.

"You protect someone's path, yet you couldn't protect his life."

"Not killing you today is not because you are lucky."

"It is because his path still lacks a few whetstones."

After speaking, Qin Yun raised his hand and slapped.

The Quasi-Emperor's chest collapsed, and his whole body flew backward.

Time also recovered at this moment.

Boom!

The Quasi-Emperor smashed through three broken mountains, blood spilling into the sky.

The killing move that had been pressing on everyone's heads dissipated completely as if erased.

The people on the battlefield still maintained their expressions of horror from the previous moment.

But by the time they reacted, the Imperial Son was already dead, and the Quasi-Emperor guardian was already severely injured and on the ground.

And Qin Yun stood in place.

As if he had done nothing.

This was scarier than taking action.

The people of the Ancient Sect and the Imperial Clan completely lost their footing.

That Quasi-Emperor struggled to crawl up, his chest bloody and mangled.

He glanced at Qin Yun.

Just one glance, and he dared not stay any longer.

"Go!"

He took the remnants and tore open the Void Realm, leaving in a sorry state.

The remaining besiegers dared not linger either, not even daring to collect the corpses on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the ancient battlefield was more than half empty.

Lu Xingzhou supported himself with the broken sword and stood up with difficulty.

He bowed to Qin Yun.

"Sir."

"Lu Xingzhou is willing to learn the sword."

Qin Yun looked at him.

"Taking you as a Disciple is fine."

"But for you and me today, it only counts as a Named Disciple."

Lu Xingzhou was not disappointed.

On the contrary, the breath in his heart finally steadied.

"Disciple understands."

Qin Yun raised his hand, his fingertip pointing at Lu Xingzhou's glabella.

"Remember three things."

"The sword is not for showing off ferocity."

"The sword is not for seeking to be forever correct."

"The sword is what you hold in your hand when you know you will feel pain, lose things, and regret, yet you are still willing to stand up."

Lu Xingzhou's body shook.

Qin Yun continued: "You once said, Immortals should descend the mountain."

"That sword is the path you take after descending the mountain."

A point of the fingertip.

A sword mark sank into Lu Xingzhou's Divine Soul.

A path slowly unfolded in his Sea of Consciousness.

The ruined temple.

Wind and snow.

Half a bowl of porridge.

Song Wanying lay in a pool of blood, telling him to keep moving forward in the end.

His old subordinates fell one by one before him.

His close friend's chest was pierced, yet he still shouted for him to become a Saint.

The reasons for every time he drew his sword all emerged.

Finally, these scenes turned into a sword.

The sword is not to slaughter all enemies in the world.

The sword is to protect the Mortal World that one still refuses to let go of in their heart.

This is the Sword Scripture.

With the Sword Scripture as the bone.

With the Dao Book as the veins.

With Qin Yun's insights into the Mortal World as the soul.

The Nine Heavenly Books originate from the Origin of the Nine Continents.

And the Sword Scripture is not among the Nine Books.

It is not a book born of heaven and earth.

It is a book written by a person after they have walked through the Mortal World.

Inside Lu Xingzhou, the Supreme Scripture and the Sword Scripture vibrated simultaneously.

The final remnant of the jade piece with the character 'Zhao' completely merged into his Divine Soul.

The originally unstable embryonic form of the Supreme Body began to interlock again.

Sword Intent was born from the depths of his blood and bones.

Not sharp.

But very steady.

Like a lamp in the wind and rain that refuses to be extinguished.

Qin Yun withdrew his hand.

"Heal your injuries first."

"When you can stand steadily, then go find them."

Lu Xingzhou nodded.

"Yes."

In the distance, the surviving old subordinates watched this scene, their hearts still numb.

They knew that after today, Lu Xingzhou's fate was different.

And this old teacher was more like a mountain with no visible peak.

The mountain did not speak.

Yet it had already pressed down so that everyone dared not look up.

...

The news of the ancient battlefield soon spread throughout the Nine Continents.

The Great Emperor's biological son was beheaded.

The Quasi-Emperor guardian was severely injured.

The remnants of the Ancient Sect and Imperial Clan were forced back by a mysterious old teacher.

Lu Xingzhou was taken as a Named Disciple.

Once the news came out, all sides were shocked.

Some guessed that the old teacher was a hidden Pseudo-Immortal.

Some guessed he was someone who returned from the Immortal Path.

Some guessed he was an existence left over from the Chaotic Ancient Era.

Only a few truly ancient forces remained silent for a long time after hearing about the battlefield being frozen with a wave of a hand.

Subsequently, they secretly issued orders.

Do not provoke Lu Xingzhou in the near future.

As for the father of the beheaded Imperial Son, after his fury, he did not immediately come out of seclusion to settle accounts.

The news brought back by the Quasi-Emperor guardian was too terrifying.

He dared not gamble.

He chose to go into seclusion to break through to the Heavenly Emperor.

When he breaks through the realm, he will come to settle accounts.

...

Over the next few hundred years, Lu Xingzhou practiced with Qin Yun.

Qin Yun never followed him all the time.

He only provided guidance at critical moments.

Most of the time, Lu Xingzhou fought, failed, and realized things on his own.

The Ancient Sect Prodigies, Imperial Clan followers, and Holy Land Disciples who were let go back then successively became his whetstones.

Every time he defeated an old enemy, his understanding of the Sword Scripture deepened by one point.

His Sword Intent was no longer just about protection.

It also added a power to open a path for all living beings.

Later, Lu Xingzhou condensed ten lotuses.

The Supreme Body reached Major Achievement.

The Sword Scripture and the Supreme Scripture completely interlocked.

His combat power stepped into the Saint Emperor level.

And at this time, that ancient Great Emperor who had been in seclusion for many years finally broke through to the Heavenly Emperor.

He did not immediately slaughter those around Lu Xingzhou.

He wanted to capture Lu Xingzhou alive.

He wanted to force out the old teacher's Legacy.

He also wanted to use Lu Xingzhou as bait to make Qin Yun appear.

After sensing the murderous intent, Lu Xingzhou did not bring the war back to those around him.

He took the initiative to lure that Heavenly Emperor away.

Fleeing all the way.

Fighting all the way.

Finally, he was forced to the edge of the Luoyun Heavenly Abyss.

The Heavenly Emperor's murderous intent pressed down from the sky.

Lu Xingzhou was covered in blood, and his sword cracked again.

But he did not retreat.

Behind him was the remnant of the Green Lotus Seal.

In front of him was the Heavenly Emperor Law.

Between life and death, he suddenly remembered the sentence Qin Yun had taught him.

The sword is the path after descending the mountain.

He no longer just inherited the Sword Scripture given to him by Qin Yun.

But on his own path, he wrote the first stroke.

A brand new book shadow slowly emerged in his heart.

It was not written by Qin Yun.

It was Lu Xingzhou's own book.

As soon as the book shadow formed, the power of the Heavenly Continent descended.

Blocking the Heavenly Emperor's strike for him.

Lu Xingzhou survived from the certain-death situation.

Deep in the Heavenly Abyss, some traces left by Qin Yun were also gently touched by this new book.

Far away.

Qin Yun stood under the eaves of a ruined temple, suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of the Luoyun Heavenly Abyss.

He did not move immediately.

He just smiled gently.

"Kid."

"This time, it's actually starting to look like something."