nd.He pressed down a blossom of flame on the ground, the snow melted, leaving dry earth.Jiang Wang stomped her foot downward, making a dull thudding sound.The permafrost is like a drum, its sound deep...Li Jianqiu stood under the giant rock, motionless. Only the fire of his flame sword flickered in the mountain wind.

Jiang Wang walked to his side and made out the inscription on the stone.

"In the twelfth year of Yongtai, a hundred formations were fought with blood, undefeated with empty hands, leaving words for future generations to admire!"

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The signature is Wu.

It probably wasn't finished yet, because there's still a stroke next to it, clearly just the beginning of a stroke.

Yongtai is the era name of the current ruler of Zhuang Guo. It is now the fourteenth year of Yongtai in the Zhuang calendar, which corresponds to the 3917th year of the Dao calendar.

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That is to say, the inscription on this stone was left two years ago. It was precisely during the first time that Shupizhen Peak was thoroughly purged.

After slaying the ferocious beast, Li Jianqiu neither boasted nor summarized his actions. He did not press forward, but instead paused before this stone inscription that clearly held a story, silent and unspeaking.

This atmosphere even caused Huang Ajian, who was usually unrestrained, to keep quiet.

Li Jianqiu fell silent for a moment, scattering the flames from his hands. For the first time before Jiang Wang and the others, he slowly drew the sword at his hip.

This was Jiang Wang's first time seeing this sword drawn.

Radiant and dazzling, the first adjective that comes to mind, it seems out of place for a sword. Yet, on this blade, it fits perfectly.

Li Jianqiu held the sword in one hand and added a few strokes to the stone carving.

Mount Wushan.

This name is pretty ordinary, but it must be that senior who looks incredibly powerful.

Li Jianqiu moved his sword, and on the stone carving he carved another line: "Junior generations come to pay their respects!"

And then, on the next line, write the signature:the prodigal son Li Jianqiu.

The dust of stone sifted down, also like a feeling being buried in the dust.

"Let's go," Li Jianqiu turned and said, "We're going to the top of the mountain."

Passing this giant stone, everyone walked through the fallen branches and decaying leaves, moving forward among the jagged rocks.

There may have been a road here before, but after two years, it has returned to its original state.

There is no path in the mountains, but the path lies beneath your feet.

"I saw your sword was broken just now. Since we'll be doing the cleaning of Shu Bipeak alone, we can exchange for a magic artifact longsword. Here, have it." Li Jianqiu casually said.

“How can this be” Jiang Wang waved his hand. “The mission isn't just my effort, and besides, you are the main force…”

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As a cultivator accustomed to using swords, Jiang Wang's desire for a good sword was needless to say. If this journey were only between him and Zhao Ruocheng, he wouldn't hesitate. But after all, his friendship with Li Jianqiu, or even Huang Ajian, wasn't at that level.

Li Jianqiu patted the long sword at his waist: “I have Taohua. I don’t need any other weapons.”

"Originally, this sword was named Peach Branch. What a fitting name, so bright and dazzling." Jiang Wang thought to himself.

Li Jianqiu said again: "A magic sword of this level should be worth about six hundred Dao merit points. You can give us one hundred Dao merit points each."

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In this way, Jiang Wang still made a big profit. But for the rest of the people, it's not a loss either, after all, Dao Xun is a hard currency, and they may not need the physical items they exchange for tasks.

"Fine." Jiang Wang stopped being coy.

The other two people also had no objections.

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Li Jianqiu turned to Huang Ajian again and said, "From your Taoism, you should be on the same path as Shen Nanqi. It's just one deals with gold, and the other with fire."

Huang Ajian scratched his head and smiled, "I was just thinking randomly, it's not a system."

"The Fire Path Art is violent, you need to pay more attention to your control over the art itself. Just like this Flame Bomb technique." Li Jianqiu casually pinched a seal, forming a Flame Bomb.

"When it explodes, how it explodes, its scale, its speed. You must be able to do all of this with ease." The flare darted back and forth under Li Jianqiu's control, expanding and contracting, then suddenly accelerating, shattering a rock.

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“Thank you for the lesson,” Huang A-zhan bowed respectfully, expressing his gratitude.

Li Jianqiu waved his hand and said to Zhao Ruocheng, "You're very clever. I previously said that among the few of you, Du Yexi had the highest fighting talent, but I overlooked you. Your fighting talent is no worse than his, it's just that he relies on his innate combat intuition."

He tapped his temple. "You rely on this."

Zhao Ruocheng laughed and said, "Really I didn't know that."

Huang Ajian pondered for a moment: "That's not right, Senior Brother Li. So of the three people here, only I need guidance"

Li Jianqiu smiled but did not speak.

In the midst of that fierce battle, he seemed to know every detail of each person's fighting, which speaks volumes about his ease and mastery.

But for some reason, during his time at the San Cheng Forum of Debate, he failed to demonstrate abilities commensurate with his true strength.

A single wolf hair pen, the shaft straight and upright, the nib rounded and full, its tip as fine as a needle.

Flipping it upside down gives you the general shape of Shupin Peak.

After crossing the mountain ridge and going up a bit further, you reach the peak. This is also the widest point of the entire vertical peak section.

Here, also is the lair of ferocious beasts at Shuziping Peak.

Even from afar, the roars of the beasts could be heard. As they drew closer, uncontrollable beasts charged out.

This was like a signal, and immediately it exploded like a hornet's nest, with all sorts of strange and vicious beasts swarming in.

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Wind centipede, rock snake, tiger hyena, mountain spider...

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In this situation, Li Jianqiu still had the leisure to roughly count: "It's okay, less than a hundred. It's far from forming a scale."

He took a step forward, his peach blossom sword unsheathed!

Blades shimmered, sword qi surging.

The whole person, in a magnificent crimson, squeezed into the tide of beasts.

Just like spring arrives, peach blossoms open.

Peach blossoms are blood-colored, blooming, they are the souls of life.

Li Jianqiu, as red as a surging tide, swept over the beast tide.

Jiang Wang and others didn't even have a chance to make a move, they could only stare dumbfoundedly at this scene.

When the red tide receded, all roaring and shrieking came to a standstill.

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Only Li Jianqiu's gaunt figure remained, standing straight.

One person, one sword, a ground littered with the corpses of beasts.

Such a scene, what a grand and expressive sight!

“Liang, Brother Liang.” Huang A Zhan was astonished, forgetting even to flatter him: “You’re so strong, what do you need us for”

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Li Jianqiu held a peach branch in his hand, looking at the mountainside. Among the carcasses of beasts scattered all over the ground, he suddenly let out a long howl!

The sound shook the high cliffs, spreading far across the mountains.

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It's as if all the knots of anxiety and stress from before have been completely undone, an indescribable feeling of relief and exhilaration!

He had finished his long shout and sheathed his sword, saying: "The one who carved his words onto the stone loved to appear holy in front of others, boasting and bragging about himself. I brought you here to satisfy him, to fulfill his wish to be admired by later generations of students."

Jiang Wang hesitated and said, "That Wu Shan senior brother... he's also a disciple of our Fenglin City Dao Institute"

"Counting it up, I should be around the same time as Senior Brother Zhu, but my strength is far behind. Back then, his strength was nowhere near what mine is now." Li Jianqiu shook his head, his expression, one couldn't tell if he was more reminiscing or more bitter.

"I told you guys, didn't I My teammates are all dead."

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Li Jianqiu paused for a moment, then continued, "It was under his leadership that they died."

He turned to look in the direction of Shupizhen Peak, or perhaps just to turn his back on Jiang Wang and the others.

His voice echoed through the mountains: “He’s weak. But when the beast tide suddenly erupted, breaking through the defenses… He stood at the forefront of the horde. He said that we, the people of Fenglin City Academy, can't let the people of Sanshan City look down on us.”

They all stood against the horde, and I ran.

Jiang Wang and the others watched his back, which seemed especially lonely in the wind. They understood at once the inscription he had carved, "The prodigal son, Li Jianqiu."

This line of words, I'm afraid, has been etched into his heart for two years, through more than seven hundred days and nights.

...and only after he truly carved those words into the cliff face and slaughtered all the ferocious beasts of Shuping Peak was he finally able to make peace with himself.ng shui divination, seeking auspiciousness and avoiding disaster. Later, the school almost disappeared, but its influence had long since permeated the world of cultivation. These days, no matter how p...