Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

The atmosphere between the two Myriad Transformations Realm cultivators instantly turned cold.

Lin Mo fully unleashed his aura, with faint traces of a thousand strands of ink-green innate true energy swirling around the True Dharma Elder of the Time-Stealing Tower.

If any cultivator below the Spirit Connection Realm faced Lin Mo's pressure, they would probably struggle to even breathe.

But Dongfang Bo just stood there calmly and easily.

He could feel Lin Mo's pressure, but for this Solemn Martial Elder of the Night Weaving Gate, who possessed seven thousand strands of innate true energy, it was hardly worth worrying about.

Lin Mo also knew very well that he was no match for Dongfang Bo, and his pressure wouldn't cause Dongfang Bo any stress at all.

But this was an attitude he had to express.

"Elder Dongfang, I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you mean. When you say you hope our Mirage Palace will remain restrained in this matter..."

Lin Mo's voice grew lower and lower, and his tone was no longer as friendly as it had been when they first met today.

Dongfang Bo simply repeated himself:

"I hope your sect will remain restrained in this matter."

"May I ask, Elder Dongfang, where does this leave the face of my Mirage Palace?"

Lin Mo suddenly raised his voice, his eyes wide as he shouted toward Dongfang Bo:

"Are you saying my Mirage Palace's elder died for nothing, just so we can stay restrained in this matter?"

"Of course not, Elder Lin."

Faced with Lin Mo's "performance," Dongfang Bo's reaction remained extremely calm:

"No matter what, the Unmoving Sword Sect is still a cultivation sect from the Southern Region. Every year, it pays tribute of one hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones and various rare treasures to my Star Heaven Sect. If I were to let your sect punish the Unmoving Sword Sect freely, my Star Heaven Sect's face wouldn't hold up either."

"Then, Elder Dongfang, what do you mean?"

Lin Mo asked in a low voice.

"In this matter, my Star Heaven Sect will naturally give your palace a satisfactory answer. But the requirement is, as I said before, that I hope your sect will remain restrained in this matter."

Dongfang Bo said.

His meaning was very clear.

No matter what, the Unmoving Sword Sect was a cultivation sect from the Southern Region. Even if they had offended the Mirage Palace, it wasn't the Mirage Palace's place to punish them—otherwise, the Star Heaven Sect would lose face.

"Elder Dongfang, I am merely the Imperial Envoy Elder of my Mirage Palace's delegation, responsible for matters related to the Dao Inquiry Assembly of Chenping Continent. As for what you just said, I don't have the authority to decide. We'll have to wait until the Dao Inquiry Assembly of Chenping Continent ends, and let my Mirage Palace's Palace Master make the decision."

Lin Mo said.

"That works as well. Then I wish your sect great success in this Heavenly Summit Mountain Dao Inquiry."

Dongfang Bo said.

"Likewise."

Lin Mo bowed toward Dongfang Bo, signaling his departure.

Dongfang Bo smiled, returned the bow toward Lin Mo, and then turned to leave the Water Mirror Pavilion.

...

Meanwhile, at the Daoyan Arena on Heavenly Summit Mountain.

A dozen or so young disciples dressed in dark black daoist robes followed the Qi Sea Realm cultivator wearing Mirage Palace robes ahead of them, walking toward the viewing stand.

"Senior Brother He."

A girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old looked up, blinking her eyes as she looked toward He An:

"What do you think the Mirage Palace wants, that they had to invite Elder Yuan over?"

He An's expression turned slightly grave at this, and he shook his head.

He could probably guess what was going on.

Elder Yuan likely hadn't been invited by the Mirage Palace people, but had already...

He An clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

If he hadn't acted on impulse yesterday, if he had followed Elder Yuan's arrangements...

No, there were no such possibilities.

This was He An's only choice.

No matter how many times he went back, he would make the same decision.

To face Su Hongzhen's Oath of the Broken Sword with the demeanor of a swordsman.

Because this was his own path.

That silent, withdrawn "He Eighty-Thousand" ridiculed by the world was not the real him.

The real him was the swordsman who would charge forward without hesitation, no matter what happened.

The cultivators gathered at the Daoyan Arena today were even more numerous than on the opening day yesterday.

Because today there was a match that absolutely could not be missed.

That was Su Hongzhen versus He An.

One was a Rogue Cultivator handpicked by the Daomen Xingzou of the Mirage Palace, who crushed Jia Hongtao of the Lightning-Severing Sect with unprecedented performance, immediately becoming the biggest favorite for this Heavenly Summit Mountain Dao Inquiry's champion.

The other was the number one swordsman of the younger generation in the Southern Region, He An.

In truth, if Su Hongzhen could still perform as he did yesterday, then this match would be a foregone conclusion with no controversy.

The cultivators gathered at the Daoyan Arena to watch this match weren't there to see Su Hongzhen and He An determine a winner.

They were there to watch He An, the most outstanding swordsman of this generation before Su Hongzhen came along, personally snap the Mingxue Sword on the arena platform.

Everything was He An's own fault.

Because from the very beginning, he hadn't thought of leaving Su Hongzhen any way out, so he issued the Oath of the Broken Sword to this unknown Rogue Cultivator.

This perfectly matched He An's arrogant and unruly nature.

"Tenth Arena Platform, Rogue Cultivator Su Hongzhen versus He An of the Unmoving Sword Sect!"

With the shout from that Star Heaven Sect manager disciple, the eyes of everyone at the Daoyan Arena focused on the arena platform at the center.

At this very moment, the other nine arena platforms were completely empty.

The Heavenly Summit Mountain Dao Inquiry, which should have been running simultaneously, was suspended—all for this absolute peak sword cultivator duel among the Martial Spring Realm cultivators of this era.

A young man in a cyan daoist robe, his brows and eyes exuding a free and easy temperament, slowly walked up onto the arena platform from the eastern side.

Last night's ordeal left no shadow in Su Hongzhen's heart.

As for He An, he appeared on the western staircase of the arena platform.

He was surprised to find that his heart wasn't as oppressive as he had imagined, or as it had been when practicing swordsmanship last night.

Instead, a strange excitement surged within him.

This Unmoving Sword Sect disciple, dressed in dark black daoist robes, stood on the arena platform, gazing at the scabbard hanging at the waist of the man over a dozen zhang away—the very scabbard once used by Realman Cangyue.

Then he raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the Mingxue Sword at his own waist.

He An's heart was as clear as a mirror.

This battle might be the last time he ever held a sword against an enemy.

Precisely because of that, he had to be worthy of the sword in his hand, and worthy of the name swordsman.

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