Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 354 - 214: The Sword of Slaughter Strikes the King

Lord Wen pushed the door open, and the scent of wine flooded the space.

Before him sat an elderly man with gray hair, cross-legged with a long sword lying horizontally in front of his knees.

One side bore shark teeth while the other was a smooth, water-like single-edged blade.

Lord Wen’s gaze rested on the sword. Each time he saw this sword, he felt his mind sway.

Even after seeing it once before, he couldn’t resist asking again, “Is this the sword that’s destined to cut down a king?”

Daoist Shasheng raised his eyes, his eagle-like gaze falling on Lord Wen, “Correct, the sword’s name is Slaughter Image.”

Lord Wen asked with curiosity, “This sword’s might is not inferior to the King’s Sword, why has it not become one yet?”

Daoist Shasheng replied, “Because the King Sword of the killing path still exists. As long as the sword called Killing Whale exists, no other King Sword of the same path will emerge in this world.”

Lord Wen nodded, “Whale is the head of the sea, Elephant the head of the land, the names do complement each other well.”

Lord Wen stepped forward, picked up a wine jar, and poured a cup for himself and the old Daoist, “News from Prince His Highness has arrived; he wants us to engage the Dragon Cavalry of Qingxu.”

A nostalgic look appeared on Daoist Shasheng’s face, “Although this realm is brimming with Death Energy, it is still not enough killing.”

“I somewhat miss Mayfly Mountain.”

He picked up the wine cup, poured the liquid over Slaughter Image, and amazingly, as if the sword could drink, it absorbed all the wine.

Daoist Shasheng gazed outside at the drizzling rain and suddenly declared, “I wish to offer the sword to the king!”

This sword, born to slash a king.

To offer the sword to the king naturally meant to cut him down.

Lord Wen pondered for a moment, “The Prince only asked us to stop him.”

Daoist Shasheng queried, “Are you confident?”

Lord Wen set down his wine cup with trepidation, “The battle report I heard from Yan Xingchen stated: two charges, nearly two hundred men lost.”

“And yet, it seems as though not a single man from the Dragon Cavalry has died.”

“The Dragon Cavalry, emerging as the cream of the crop on the battlefield, has already shown the courage of an army that could smile arrogantly at the world.”

“Even if we combine our forces, we only number twelve hundred.”

“If it’s defending a stronghold, I have some confidence, but if it’s open-field battle…”

“We are no match for him.”

Daoist Shasheng’s hand, while stroking Slaughter Image, got sliced, but his expression remained unchanged as blood slowly covered the sword.

“That settles it.”

“Prepare to welcome Prince Wen’s grand arrival.”

“Since we are to cut down the king, let’s grant him the standards befitting a king.”

“In doing so, Slaughter Image can kill merrily.”

“This sword, either stays sheathed, but if drawn, it must cut down a king.”

“Qingxu in Nanli, known as Lord Wen, does indeed possess a King’s Aura. It wouldn’t be beneath Slaughter Image.”

Lord Wen bowed, “Then I shall prepare.”

Daoist Shasheng waved his hand to close the door, softly chanting an ancient poem, “Two hundred autumns of cultivation passed by, never have I drawn my sword to claim a head.”

“Today I present my sword to thee, towards the sovereign, when shall Dragon Elephant depart with the migrant geese.”

As the door closed, the straw hut was filled with a blend of wine scent and sword cries.

Two hundred years of Daoist practice, for just one sword.

Today, it shall unsheathe.

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When Chen Qing arrived at White Bone Crossing, he felt somewhat puzzled.

Because after defeating Yan Xingchen, he rarely encountered any enemy forces, at most just some of the enemy’s scouts.

This indicated that the enemy forces stationed here had gathered together, to prevent being defeated in detail by him.

Similarly, it also indicated that the enemy had methods similar to Jiguang Sect’s Ghost Mask, capable of long-distance communication.

Was it the Dragon Palace’s Dharma Conch that could transmit over great distances?

It must be.

White Bone Crossing, a mere ferry point, its name coming from the sheer number of white bones decorating the riverbanks.

A warrior from Ghost Face Realm of Ye Country once composed a poem about it.

In the battlefield where bodies cannot be wrapped, how many bones rest at White Bone Crossing.

Chen Qing guessed it must be a Cultivator very similar to Jiang Xingchuan.

Raindrops plummeted into the muddy ground, creating little pits, only to be covered by subsequent rain-formed pits.

Then, a horse’s hoof stomped, splashing up several ripples.

Suddenly ahead, someone sang aloud, “Prince Wen comes with fishes thronging the spring, I offer this sweet rain to wash away the murky frost.”

Chen Qing peered through the curtain of rain towards the ferry ahead, only to see five cultivators clad in floral clothing and painted faces, carrying flags on their backs and beating drums and cymbals.

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Above their heads, the light of the stars broke through the dark clouds, shining upon the earth.

The stars in the sky arranged like pieces on a chessboard, seemingly revolving like the stars of Dou Zhuan.

Chen Qing’s expression grew cold, “Lord Wen?”

He reached out towards the front, asking: “Elder brother, what trick are they pulling now?”

Xuan Mang seemed somewhat familiar with this ritual, “It seems they are welcoming the King’s Chariot.”

Wei Qingchen recalled something, “It’s Daoist Shasheng, he is welcoming the king!”

“There’s a rumored sword of Bulao Mountain, once drawn, it strikes only at kings.”