My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 80 2 Sword Tower Immortal Sword Master

The young man chanted in a low voice: "A thousand years of darkness, a sword brings light! No storm can stop us, mountains and seas can be leveled, gods and demons are not to be feared, the great way will bring us eternal life!"

When he finished speaking, the twelve-story sword tower in the heart lake was illuminated by the rosy glow of the sunset, not like something from the human world.

"Xu Zhian, although you are my master, your cultivation is too low to withstand my sword energy, so you can't take me away now. When you reach the upper third realm, you can barely take me out of the sword tower."

The old man looked at the young man with a puzzled expression, and smiled softly, "You have my sword spirit in your body. When you are in a life-and-death crisis, you can recite the formula silently, and I will appear."

Xu Zhian relaxed his eyebrows, nodded and said, "Upper Three Realms? I am now in the third realm of the lower five realms, plus the middle four realms in between, a total of nine realms. Is there really no other way?"

The old man also shook his head and said with a smile: "There is no other way. I have been born for more than 6,000 years. In fact, I don't have a sword body, but just a sword energy. With the cultivation of sword energy for 6,000 years, I have now cultivated the origin. The 100,000 swords under the sword cliff are me. It can also be said that all the swords in the world are me! It's just that your cultivation is still shallow and you can't bear the power of the origin, so you have to reach the upper three realms as soon as possible and take my origin energy out of the sword tower."

The young man nodded and said very seriously: "I will!"

These three short words revealed the boy's stubbornness and determination. He didn't know what promise to make to this sword spirit that had been trapped for six thousand years, but since it had already recognized him as its master, all he had to do was to lead it out, just as his senior brother had said before: A real man always keeps his word and his actions will bear fruit.

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Xu Zhian, since you have become my master, can you help me come up with a name?"

When the boy heard this, he felt a little embarrassed, and then he said shyly: "I... I haven't read much, I'm afraid it doesn't sound good..."

The sword spirit walked to the side of the young man, patted his shoulder and smiled faintly: "It's okay, the name is just what comes to mind."

Xu Zhian thought for a long time and remembered the last sentence of the formula, Great Dao Changsheng, and said: "Then I will call you Changsheng!"

The old man nodded and said solemnly: "I am the immortal, and you are the master of the immortal sword. Even if the heaven collapses and the immortals come to the world, I will protect your immortality and keep you safe and sound!"

Xu Zhian looked at the kind and gentle old man in front of him and smiled slightly: "You really don't have a sword body?"

The old man nodded in response. The young man looked at the sword tower formed by the sword energy and said, "Why is this sword tower in my heart lake? I don't think I have ever seen it before?"

The old man replied, "This building is called the Twelve Swords Building. It is the true essence of the Twelve Swords Techniques! You have practiced the open chapter of the Twelve Swords Techniques. After I acknowledge you as my master, you can practice the hidden chapter of the Twelve Swords Techniques. The open chapter before was just an introduction. The current one is the real Twelve Swords Techniques!"

Xu Zhian suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he always felt that something was missing during his previous practice. This was the reason.

"Then why were you sealed in this Twelve Swords Tower?"

The young man was a little curious, while the old man smiled faintly and said, "I once made a bet with someone, and in the end I lost the bet, so I was sealed in this sword tower. This sword tower is actually a sword formation. Those who have mastered it can seal everything. It is the Mahayana sword technique of the twelfth floor!"

Seeing the young man's confused look, the old man explained in detail: "This 12th floor has existed for a long time. It came from the outer space, much older than all the blessed places of the sects in the world today. Later, it gradually declined due to internal conflicts and external factors. Due to conflicts of interest, it was even cast down to the lower world. It had no choice but to open the sect formation and hide from the world. Now the 12th floor no longer exists, and only some poor people are left."

Xu Zhian asked curiously, "Are all the immortal tombs in the town outside the town the descendants of the Twelve Floors?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, I guess they also hate this identity."

The young man was shocked to find that the origin of the town was so terrifying and had a connection with immortals from outer space.

Then the sword spirit reminded him, "Xu Zhian, now that you have inherited the twelfth floor, you are also the owner of the twelfth floor. The cause and effect of thousands of years have been transferred to you alone. If it weren't for your great luck, you would have been killed long ago. Even so, you will definitely be affected. Although the twelfth floor is no longer there, you still have to pay more attention to the people in the town. Their ancestors have been imprisoned here for generations, and I'm afraid they have a lot of complaints, and it is possible that they will attack you."

The young man was puzzled and asked, "I took the consequences for them and broke the formation to set them free. Why did they still attack me?"

The old man patted the young man lightly and said seriously: "People's hearts are treacherous, it's better to be careful. Well, if you are in danger in the future, call me out. Master Sword Master, you should work hard on practicing sword."

The boy nodded: "I hope I don't need you!"

The moment Xu Zhian walked out of the sword tower, ripples began to form in his heart. The sword tower, which was as bright as a lamp and shining with ten-colored precious light, instantly disappeared without a trace and turned into runes that entered the ancient sword technique called the Twelve Sword Techniques by the old man.

Outside on the cliff, the young man in black had his brows relaxed, his breathing even, and his rustling robes kept flapping against his body.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, a pair of clean and bright black pupils flashing with a hint of sword energy. A stream of sword energy spread out from his body, and the sound of swords ringing continued from the bottom of the cliff.

At this time, a voice came into the boy's ears from behind: "Should I call you Xu Zhian? Or should I call you the host?"

The young man turned around and chuckled, "Xu Zhian."

The middle-aged man joked: "Xu Zhian doesn't have the prestige of the host."

The young man shook his head: "I have no interest in this OP. Besides, you are free now, and everyone in the town is free. You should stop talking about the OP."

The middle-aged man replied helplessly: "Our ancestors said that we must not disobey unless we die. Moreover, you are the one who bears the consequences of all the people in the town. It is reasonable for me to give you enough respect. If I don't want to be the host, I will call you a young gentleman from now on. A gentleman is a kind and virtuous person."

Xu Zhian waved his hand quickly and said, "Uncle, there is no need to do this. Just call me Xu Zhian. I cannot bear the title of sir."

The middle-aged man said solemnly: "Although the sect is gone, the ancestral rules are still there. Since you don't want to be called the owner, then you can only be called the young master. You don't need to refuse. Compared with the karma you have to bear, the word "master" is really not heavy."

Seeing that the young man was about to refuse again, the middle-aged man interrupted and said, "Okay, it's settled! Don't refuse again. Being fussy is not like a real man. My name is Mu Jiantang, and my swordsmanship is now at the eleventh level."

The young man had a look of shock on his face. The thought of being addressed as "Little Master" by an eleventh-level saint with his third-level swordsmanship made him feel like he was in a dream.

The young man seemed to suddenly remember something and asked quickly, "Mu Xiangyang from Jiuzhentang is...?"