26: Chapter 26 The Great Tang Cihang Jingzhai?

The origin of this Blood Burning Secret Art had long since become impossible to trace.

He was certain he hadn't obtained it from the Demonic Sect.

But whether others believed that was a different matter entirely.

He only wondered where that Sword Immortal from the Holy Sect was currently located.

Song Jinyang's mind was currently in a state of utter confusion.

Just now, he had indeed been quite frightened.

He had originally intended to strike while Li Hanyi was fighting five people alone, but he had been stopped by a voice.

That person was highly likely to be Li Hanyi's Master.

What he didn't know was that nearby, a young man with hair as white as snow, cradling a jade sword in his arms, was watching the situation with a complex expression.

"Strange, why does the martial art that girl just performed seem somewhat familiar?"

After thinking for a moment, the young man shook his head, dispelling the thought from his mind.

"Forget it, if I can't remember, I won't think about it.

However, that Sword Qi just now was truly extraordinary!"

A flash of Battle Intent flickered in the young man's eyes.

Although he hadn't faced that Sword Qi head-on, just a trace of the Aura that had dissipated allowed him to feel the sharpness of that blade.

Definitely an expert at the Sword Immortal level.

But he did not act rashly; after all, his trip to Snow Moon City wasn't to find someone for a sword duel.

The great matters of the Holy Sect were more urgent.

When there was an opportunity in the future, it wouldn't be too late to have a private duel.

However, when he looked at Li Hanyi in front of the martial arts hall again, his eyes still unconsciously revealed a hint of amazement.

He felt that if this young girl were given a few more years, it wouldn't be difficult for her to break through to a Realm like his own.

But he also knew that there were many geniuses in this world, yet how many could truly grow up?

Wanwan spoke twice in succession, every word pointing directly at Song Jinyang's sore spot.

While she was speaking just now, Song Jinyang had already released his perception, searching everywhere for the source of the voice.

At this moment, his gaze had already landed on Wanwan on the rooftop.

Finding that she had been detected, Wanwan didn't care at all.

She was naturally free-spirited and quirky; seeing this, her figure flashed as she leaped from the roof, landing lightly on the white stone lion, which was over a person's height, in front of the martial arts hall.

Everyone watched her graceful landing, feeling that her charm and poise were not inferior to Li Hanyi's, and all showed expressions of amazement.

“Who are you?” Song Jinyang sized up the girl before him, perceiving that her cultivation was only at the Vajra Mortal Realm.

But her temperament was extraordinary, so her identity was likely not ordinary either.

Wanwan blinked and gave a light chuckle; her voice was crisp and pleasant, making one's heart race.

“My identity... I'm not afraid to say it.

I am the current successor of the Great Tang's Quiet Temple of Compassion, Shi Feixuan.”

Great Tang's Quiet Temple of Compassion?

Someone in the crowd immediately cried out in surprise.

That was a supreme Holy Land in the Great Tang's Martial Forest.

Although the Disciples in the sect were few, every time one left the mountains, they could stir up monstrous waves in the Jianghu.

It was said they had deep connections with several Great Grandmasters of the Great Tang.

Those were peerless experts equivalent to the Carefree Realm of the Northern Li Dynasty.

Up in the restaurant, Su Rui couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle upon hearing this.

It really is you!

At a time like this, this girl didn't forget to add some "excitement" for Shi Feixuan.

...

Su Rui knew Wanwan's true identity and naturally knew her quirky personality.

But others were unaware.

Moreover, the Aura on Wanwan was indeed outstanding, combining both enchantment and purity, giving people a sense of etherealness; these people actually truly believed her.

Sikong Qianluo covered the corner of her mouth, looking in surprise at Wanwan, who was perched on the stone lion.

Mu Liangyue and the other two women also showed similar expressions.

Su Rui, however, was somewhat interested.

Snow Moon City wasn't very close to the Great Tang, yet the name of the Quiet Temple of Compassion had actually spread here?

Su Rui didn't doubt that the Quiet Temple of Compassion had some prestige in the Great Tang world.

But he hadn't expected it to have such significant influence in the Northern Li Imperial Dynasty as well; this was rather thought-provoking.

“Qianluo, do you know her?”

“Mister, of course I've heard of it. Rumor has it that every generation of Disciples from the Quiet Temple of Compassion possesses peerless beauty, and as soon as they enter the Jianghu, they stir up no small storm. Some even say that once the Quiet Temple of Compassion appears, it's enough to influence the change of dynasties.”

Sikong Qianluo repeated the contents of the records she had heard from her father.

Su Rui was slightly taken aback, and his gaze turned toward Mu Liangyue and the others.

The three women all nodded one after another.

Su Rui was somewhat between laughter and tears.

He knew very well what the situation with the Quiet Temple of Compassion was.

Although the world was somewhat different now, he naturally knew the Quiet Temple of Compassion's way of doing things.

Especially the mess created by the previous generation's Fan Qinghui.

Moreover, the one before them wasn't the successor of the Quiet Temple of Compassion, but the heir of their arch-enemy, the Demonic Sect.

However, Su Rui didn't intend to explain anything.

On the other hand, Song Jinyang, the head of the Jinyang Martial Arts Hall, saw his expression turn solemn immediately after hearing Wanwan announce her identity.

In his heart, the Great Tang's Quiet Temple of Compassion was not at all inferior to the Heaven Beyond Heaven he currently wanted to join.

Shi Feixuan?

The successor of this generation of the Quiet Temple of Compassion was not a figure he could afford to provoke.

Furthermore, it was said that if one offended the successor of the Quiet Temple of Compassion, before they even acted, several experts would emerge from nowhere to stand up for them.

Thinking of this, Song Jinyang felt a headache looking at Wanwan and simply stopped paying her any mind, turning his head to look at Li Hanyi.

By now, Li Hanyi had stabilized the slightly chaotic Internal Energy from her Breakthrough to the Zizai Realm.

This Zizai Realm was now completely solidified.

Even though he was currently opposing her, Song Jinyang had to admit that this girl's talent was indeed shocking.

Perhaps before the age of twenty, she could step into the Realm he dreamed of.

But while lamenting, a hint of jealousy also faintly emerged in his heart.

When he gripped his blade just now, that bone-chilling Sword Intent did not appear, and Song Jinyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He decided to follow the instructions of the Holy Sect's envoy, taking Li Hanyi down in one go and keeping her firmly under control.

And once he moved, he had to settle it quickly.

Currently, the person behind her had made no move for a long time, and he didn't know the reason.

But Song Jinyang's current position was also something he had fought and killed for.

The strength of his will was not inferior to anyone else's.

The people around were still discussing this suddenly appearing "successor of the Quiet Temple of Compassion."

Lamenting that a successor from such a Holy Land had also come to Snow Moon City, likely to participate in the Ascending Heaven Pavilion competition.

As a result, everyone's attention was now drawn back to Song Jinyang.

He gripped the hilt of the jinyang saber, and a layer of golden True Qi emerged within his body.

His powerful Aura forced the Disciples beside him to retreat one after another.

Waves of golden Qi rippled out from him.

The pressure of the Peak Zizai Realm was released without reservation.

The heavy pressure caused the entire scene to fall silent instantly.

A hint of caution also flashed in the eyes of the cold and solemn Li Hanyi.

This Song Jinyang was on a completely different level from the people she had fought before.

Although he was also in the Zizai Realm, he had reached the Peak and was in his prime, which was when his combat power was strongest.

“He's building up momentum, hurry and interrupt him!”

Wanwan, perched on the stone lion, immediately noticed his intention upon seeing this posture.

After quickly giving the reminder, she leaped up and landed nimbly on the restaurant roof.

Li Hanyi naturally heard Wanwan's words, but she did not follow her suggestion to interrupt Song Jinyang's buildup; instead, she solemnly gripped the hilt of the Cheng Ying Sword with her right hand.

At this moment, the eyes of the entire field were focused on her and Song Jinyang.

Song Jinyang was accumulating power, preparing for a thunderous strike.

And Li Hanyi had also gripped her sword hilt.

Was she truly going to draw her sword?

Only now did everyone suddenly remember that throughout this battle, Li Hanyi had never truly drawn that sword.

With such outstanding sword talent and such sharp sword techniques...

If it were truly unsheathed, how shocking would its power be?

Expectant light shone in everyone's eyes.

In the distance, a hint of curiosity also crossed the eyes of the white-haired youth cradling the jade sword.

He could see Song Jinyang's strength clearly.

He could also roughly estimate the power of this accumulated strike.

It was roughly equivalent to the full-strength strike of an expert in the Soaring Realm of the Carefree Heaven Realm.

With such power, it was likely that very few Martial Artists of the Zizai Earth Realm could take it head-on.

But as for this Li Hanyi before him, he truly could not see through her.

Even though she had only just arrived in Snow Moon City, someone had already reported news about her and some of the people behind her.

...

As for that Ten Thousand Swords Art that had been mentioned many times...

As a sword user, no one would not be interested in it.

Standing not far away, a white-haired youth cradled a long sword, watching Li Hanyi with a hint of expectation in his gaze.

He hoped she would perform that legendary Ten Thousand Swords Art.

After all, this set of sword techniques sounded too mystical when it reached his ears.

Thousands upon thousands of Sword Qi descending from the sky—

Just how was that controlled? Did it have common points with the secret sword methods of the Holy Sect?

Perhaps only by witnessing it personally could he truly judge.

With this thought, the white-haired youth cradling the sword couldn't help but move a few steps closer with a light and airy movement.

And right at this moment, a white-clothed figure drifted down gracefully from the distance, landing nearby.

Once the figure stood firm, a young girl dressed in a plain white dress with a light veil over her face stood atop the roof ridge, looking toward the situation outside the martial arts hall with a bit of curiosity in her gaze.

The newcomer was none other than the successor of the Quiet Temple of Compassion, Shi Feixuan.

She had also just arrived in Snow Moon City.

For this grand event held once every five years in Snow Moon City, if she could become famous in one stroke at this assembly, it would also be a rare opportunity for her as the successor of the Quiet Temple of Compassion.

Therefore, she had come at her Master's command.

As soon as she entered the city, she heard many people discussing the situation here.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late.

Looking at the situation, it had reached a critical point.

Her arrival didn't attract too much attention.

Only Wanwan's eyes moved slightly, detecting the appearance of this old rival—after all, the two had fought many times in the Great Tang.

With her eyes darting around, Wanwan seemed to have some idea, then she moved her gaze back to the confrontation in front of the martial arts hall gates.

At this moment, Sikong Qianluo's small face was tense, her expression nervous.

Her hands were folded over her chest, and she stared unblinkingly at the situation in the field.

The surroundings were silent.

Su Rui slowly poured himself a cup of Peach Blossom Brew, and only after raising the wine cup did he cast his gaze toward the field.

By now, Song Jinyang's Aura had climbed to its Peak.