Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 361 - 207: The Former Sword Saint!_3

Chapter 361: Chapter 207: The Former Sword Saint!_3

Jiang Shouzhong pondered for a moment and said, "In my view, the so-called true scripture is a method that can achieve utmost nirvana in the silence of emptiness."

Yuantong smiled again and asked, "May I dare to ask, how can this poor monk obtain the true scripture?"

You should ask the girls of Spring Rain Building about that.

Jiang Shouzhong inwardly mocked for a moment before saying mysteriously, "To seek Dao, do not speak of destiny; in cultivation, do not seek true scriptures."

Yuantong frowned slightly and then asked, "If one does not seek the true scriptures in cultivation, then what should one cultivate?"

Jiang Shouzhong fell silent for a while before saying, "Cultivation to become Buddha lies in seeking. Enlightenment to understand one’s true nature lies in knowing. In cultivation, let actions govern nature. In seeking Dao, let nature guide actions. The enlightened ones, create precepts from the heart; the cultivators, control the heart with precepts.

Those who have faith without proof, although they do not incur evil results, they dwell in causes, results, thoughts, and the heart. Such cycles of birth and death do not lead to nirvana. Those who do not deny cause and effect dwell without dwelling, without desire nor non-desire, without precepts nor without precepts, such is nirvana."

Yuantong’s body shook, and his gaze fixed tightly on Jiang Shouzhong.

He opened his mouth as if wanting to ask more but ultimately remained silent.

After a long time, he brought his palms together respectfully and mockingly said, "This poor monk should not have asked. If Jiang Shouzhong ever has time to visit Vajra Temple, I believe Shen Tong would like you; I shall take my leave now."

Having said that, the monk Yuantong bowed to everyone and turned to leave.

The crowd was puzzled and completely bewildered.

What’s happening?

The monk actually lost?

Ran Qingchen approached Jiang Shouzhong and asked curiously, "What do those words you spoke of mean?"

Jiang Shouzhong smiled and said, "It’s simple. Cultivation is using reason to manage emotion, doing what needs to be done. Seeking Dao is using emotion to guide reason, like doing whatever I want and then reflecting on any mistakes afterward... In short, Ran Sect Master, you lack spiritual roots and wouldn’t understand."

"If you have the spiritual roots, then why don’t you become a monk?"

Ran Qingchen shot back with a coquettish glance.

This girlish coquetry briefly dazzled Jiang Shouzhong, who thought to tease her a bit more but held back.

At this moment, the looks others gave Jiang Shouzhong became even more complex.

What kind of creature is this guy?

Mo Bailing was also stunned for a long while before smiling and saying, "Congratulations, Jiang, on your victory. Please follow this old man to Blood Sword Pool to retrieve the sword."

He turned his head to the others and said, "Blood Sword Pool is not open for casual visitors; you may wish to return to the hall to wait. As visitors, you’ll receive gifts from Famous Sword Villa."

"That’s great, not a wasted trip," Yuan Anjiang said with a grin, clearly pleased.

Now that Jiang Mo had obtained the Dragon Slaying Sword, their mission was successfully completed. Yuan Anjiang felt he was the greatest contributor, after all, it was he who had pulled Jiang Mo onto the wagon.

...

Under Mo Bailing’s lead, Jiang Shouzhong arrived at the Blood Sword Pool.

The Blood Sword Pool was not large, only about ten zhang in circumference, and its water was an odd dark red color. The sharp rocks around the pool were irregularly arranged like blade edges, showing a dark reddish hue.

In the center of the pool, a large stone sword stood erect.

The tip sank into the water, its body mottled, marred by the traces of years, but still emanating a chilling air of slaughter.

"Master, Jiang arrives," Mo Bailing said, bowing respectfully to the large stone sword.

Only then did Jiang Shouzhong notice an old man sitting cross-legged atop the stone sword.

The old man’s unkempt hair framed an extremely aged face, with wrinkles crisscrossing like deep ravines, dressed in a blood-red robe that was faded and mottled, appearing from a distance like a skeleton sitting there.

Is this the real head of Famous Sword Villa?

Jiang Shouzhong internally expressed his shock, cupped his fists, and said, "Jiang Mo pays his respects to Mr. Fang."

"Jiang, I want to ask you a question," Mr. Fang, the old head of the household, said slowly, his voice deep and hoarse.

Jiang Shouzhong replied, "Please ask your question, Mr. Fang."

"What does it feel like to be a dead man?" Mr. Fang opened his eyes, the sharp glint in the slits as if it could see right through the other person.

Jiang Shouzhong’s heart suddenly trembled, as if brushed by an invisible blade, his entire body instantly enveloped by an overwhelming Sword Intent, chilling to the bone, causing every pore to contract.

Fighting against the oppressive aura, Jiang Shouzhong said in a deep voice, "Only the dead would know."

Mr. Fang stared at him for a long time and then slowly closed his eyes again.

"Present the sword."

The pressure on Jiang Shouzhong vanished abruptly, leaving him drenched in sweat.

In the Blood Sword Pool, a faint ripple surfaced, and then a fine sword the size of a little finger appeared in front of Jiang Shouzhong, suspended in midair.

This... is this the Dragon Slaying Sword?

Jiang Shouzhong was bewildered.

"Such a small sword doesn’t really match up with the imposing nature of the name ’Dragon Slaying,’ does it?"

Mo Bailing explained, "Before the fall of the previous dynasty, a subterranean palace was built in Qingzhou, and on its divine altar were trapped a dragon and a phoenix. Later, the dragon and phoenix escaped and wreaked havoc upon the world, and it was our Famous Sword Villa that stepped in. We forged two new swords and used them to slay the beasts."

"One was called the ’Dragon Slaying Sword,’ and the other was the ’Phoenix Slaying Sword.’ When combined, their power was even greater. Unfortunately, the Phoenix Slaying Sword was stolen by the Demon Clan and has now been recognized as the property of Qu Hongling, the Sect Master of the Sky Demon Sect."

Qu Hongling, got it," I noted.

"If I ever run into her, I’ll just snatch it. I don’t have any conscience burden when it comes to demon women."

Jiang Shouzhong reached out and touched the Dragon Slaying Sword.

It transformed into a streak of light, winding around his little finger and turning into a ring.

"Not bad, convenient to carry."

Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes lit up.

Mo Bailing then took out a sword formation manual and handed it to Jiang Shouzhong, "This Dragon Slaying Sword Formation was created by the descendants of Famous Sword Villa and has no relation to the Dragon Slaying Sword. Moreover, it’s quite complex to practice.

At least ten experts at the Heaven Desolation Boundary level are needed to cultivate it, and currently, our Famous Sword Villa doesn’t have that ability."

Mo Bailing’s tone was filled with desolation.

How many high-level masters at the Heaven Desolation Boundary does Famous Sword Villa have now?

Jiang Shouzhong tucked the sword formation manual into his chest.

Seems like the Dragon Slaying Sword Formation won’t be needed for dealing with the Azure Dragon this time.

After Jiang Shouzhong left with the sword, the villa master, Fang Maoshan, came in, his face etched with a bitter complaint, "Father, our villa’s divine weapons are already scarce, giving away the Dragon Slaying Sword is one thing, but to also give him seven more..."

"Maoshan, how much longer can Famous Sword Villa hold out?"

Mr. Fang, the old family master, asked wearily.

Fang Maoshan was taken aback and fell silent, head bowed.

Mr. Fang sighed softly,

If his eldest daughter hadn’t died young, why would this weak-natured younger son have to bear the heavy responsibility of the villa?

Unfortunately, none of the three grandsons were up to the task.

The eldest grandson sought the sword and never returned, the second was born disabled, and although the youngest grandson received guidance from the Sword Demon, his talent ultimately wasn’t sufficient.

And the little granddaughter’s whereabouts are unknown.

How much longer can Famous Sword Villa hold out?

Seeing his self-reproaching son, Mr. Fang’s lips curved into a bitter smile, his voice filled with disappointment and fatigue, "My foolish son, there are already many hidden traitors within our villa, and even your lady wife... she’s no longer your wife."

"What!?"

Fang Maoshan was shocked to his core.

Mr. Fang’s gaunt finger flicked lightly.

Several small swords took to the air, turning into streaks of light that flew out of the Blood Sword Pool.

...

Inside the stone chamber outside the Sword Cave, a dwarfish old man was humming a tune, savoring the memory of the villa master’s wife.

Suddenly, a spray of blood blossomed at his forehead.

The old man thudded to the ground, eyes wide open in death.

Following that, elsewhere in the villa, other hidden outsiders and disciples or elders who planned to defect all had their heads burst open at the same time.

...

In the fragrant air of a boudoir, Xing Shuang’er was bathing.

Her face was ashen as she scrubbed the filth from her body, all the while grinding her teeth with hatred at how lucky Jiang Mo was.

A flying sword pierced through her forehead without warning.

Her eyes staring wide, her head slowly tilted backwards and slumped over the edge of the tub.

At the same time, a shadowy mist emerged from her body.

The mist gradually coalesced into a gecko-like demon shape.

One of the demon’s divided souls, lurking in Luo Mingtang, gazed toward the location of the Blood Sword Pool and remarked, "Truly worthy of the once renowned Sword Saint, impressive."

Swish!

Another flying sword streaked towards it.

The demon instantly shattered into pieces, its soul scattered to the winds.

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