Remould the Glory of Sword Art
Chapter 34 - 34 34 Undying Spring

34: Chapter 34: Undying Spring 34: Chapter 34: Undying Spring Lu Yuzhen?

Xie Xuanyi carefully recalled…

this name left no impression on him.

In the past sixty years, among the masters who founded schools and sects, the Great Practitioners with extraordinary strength who could hold a place among the heroes of the world—

there wasn’t a person known as Lu Yuzhen.

The White Robed Taoist seemed to see through Xie Xuanyi’s thoughts.

He said warmly with a smile, “I, Lu, am new to the martial world, and not of renown.”

“Judging by your appearance, you do not seem new to this world.”

Xie Xuanyi reassessed the Taoist before him; judging by his facial features, Lu Yuzhen ought to be at least in his forties or fifties.

“The shell is a useless thing in this world.”

Lu Yuzhen asked with a smile, “Let’s not talk about me, Xie Xuanyi, take a look at yourself, what does your current appearance say about you?”

“…”

Xie Xuanyi had nothing to say.

He waved his sleeve, dispersing the golden primordial energy in his palm.

No matter what Lu Yuzhen claimed, whether it was partly true or false,

there was at least one thing he could be certain of.

This White Robed Taoist harbored no “killing intent” toward him.

Now that he had started cultivating again with a lowly realm, and judging from the details of their recent encounter, it was clear that Lu Yuzhen’s realm and strength were above his own.

If the latter had any malice towards him, the previous two moves would not have been so mild.

The great river surged, as Lu Yuzhen, like a wild grass, clung onto the surface of the water.

“You say you saved me…

why should I believe that?”

Xie Xuanyi slowly asked.

“Haven’t you already believed it?”

“You set out from Northern County, traveled thousands of miles southward, and came to Lichao City, standing here, which shows you believe me,” replied the Taoist in white robes, hands clasped behind his back, smiling.

“Although I do not need to prove anything.

After the battle at the North Sea, your body fell to the bottom of the sea, which I retrieved and placed in a coffin treasure to prevent decay.

There is only one person in the whole world who knows the whereabouts of your burial, Xie Xuanyi, and that person…

is me.”

Xie Xuanyi’s eyes flickered.

He was somewhat puzzled, “But…

why?”

“How many whys can there be in this world?”

Lu Yuzhen said indifferently, “In the battle of the North Sea, the Sword Palace that you trusted the most did not get involved, your most trusted friends did not appear, and even the Taoist World Pavilion, which always supported justice, knowingly remained aloof and refused to clear your name of suspicion.

I dislike those large sects with rotten foundations claiming to be righteous, and I cannot stand to see such an exceptionally talented genius fall like this.”

A very plausible reason.

But Xie Xuanyi’s heart did not stir in the slightest.

He laughed at himself, “Do you think I would believe it?

Merely because of this reason, you chose to bravely defy the world’s greatest taboo by rescuing me…

Even if it is true, saving me is not a simple matter.”

“Brother Xuanyi, is this a case of once bitten, twice shy?”

Lu Yuzhen slowly sat down with knees crossed, riding the rising tide, looking down from above at the white-clothed youth on the riverbank.

He said with a smiling eye, “I know what you are truly curious about…

is how I managed to revive you.”

Indeed.

That was the “truth” Xie Xuanyi was truly concerned with.

He did not care about the motives, nor Lu Yuzhen’s ostensibly noble reasons—

He only wanted to know, in a state where his meridians were broken, his primordial energy completely exhausted, seemingly trapped in an inescapable fate from which ten out of ten would die.

Under such circumstances, who could have saved him?

If that person was truly Lu Yuzhen, how had he done it?

“Rebirth.”

Lu Yuzhen, seated upon the tides, gently uttered two words.

These two words struck straight at the heart lake of Xie Xuanyi.

He was taken aback for a moment.

“In the Demon Country, there is a term called ‘rebirth.’ Mo Zhen, the Great Venerate, once promised that every ‘Death Soldier’ who was willing to give up their life and vow to follow the Demon Country in its southern expedition would attain ‘rebirth’.”

Lu Yuzhen spoke calmly, “It is this vow that led the battle of the Northern County into a prolonged deadlock; countless human Cultivators chose to ‘believe’…

Of course, the majority of these Cultivators were very foolish.

Even if something like ‘rebirth’ did exist, it certainly wouldn’t be their turn, as most were of low realm and weak strength.

But as the war in the Northern County progressed, even the Taoists of the Yang God Realm Great Perfected were willing to join the Demon Country and sign a contract with Mo Zhen.

Is this so-called ‘rebirth’ really a lie?”

Xie Xuanyi’s back sweated with cold.

There in the mansion at Tai’an City, he had mocked the term ‘rebirth’ mercilessly in front of Shen Yan.

But now that Lu Yuzhen brought it up again.

He realized…

Wasn’t he the best proof?

“Those Great Perfected Taoists could even attempt ‘sitting meditation and reincarnation’.”

Lu Yuzhen said with a deep meaning, “If what Mo Zhen spoke of ‘rebirth’ is false, or ‘rebirth’ is not as good as ‘sitting meditation,’ why would they betray Da Chu to join the Demon Country?”

“There is only one truth.”

“Rebirth…

does exist.”

Lu Yuzhen supported his chin and sighed, murmuring, “The Demon Country survives in the desolate lands further north of the Northern County, where Primordial Energy is thin and vitality severs, barren to the extreme…

Yet the more devoid of life vitality a place is, the more likely it is to give birth to miracles.

The ‘rebirth’ that Mo Zhen promised back then is the unique miracle of the Demon Country.”

“The cultivators of the Demon Country…

call it the ‘Undying Spring’.”

The White Robed Taoist looked at Xie Xuanyi with profound significance, “The Undying Spring can revive the dead and mend bones.

Even a single drop is truly worth a city’s treasure, a Holy Object.

All along, the Undying Spring has only been a legend passed down by word of mouth in the Demon Country, just like the existence of True Dragons and True Phoenixes; if they really exist, then everyone believes those creatures would only be found in the Immortal Realm.

The Undying Spring is one such thing.”

After a slight pause.

“Until…

Mo Zhen proved its existence to the world.”

Lu Yuzhen continued with profound meaning, “That’s why even the Great Perfected of Taoism, those at the absolute pinnacle, would choose betrayal.

For those Great Practitioners who seek longevity, obtaining the Undying Spring means obtaining eternal life.”

“You speak as if it’s true…”

Xie Xuanyi’s voice was hoarse, “Did you see the Undying Spring yourself, or did those Great Perfected who joined the Demon Country tell you in person?”

“…”

Lu Yuzhen had no rebuttal and could only smile wryly.

Xie Xuanyi spoke calmly, “If Mo Zhen truly had the ‘Undying Spring,’ then how did he die?”

“I’m not sure about that.”

Lu Yuzhen smiled, “But Mo Zhen’s fate is not important… Although he is dead, you are still alive.”

He stretched out a finger and gently pointed in the air.

“You’ve ignited forty-three acupoints.”

The White Robed Taoist’s fingertips fell.

Xie Xuanyi looked down.

Strands of golden light ignited at the acupoints, boiling and thundering!

“After each acupoint is ignited, it will channel golden Primordial Energy towards the Dantian.”

Lu Yuzhen asked in a soft voice, “Why not wait until all the acupoints are ignited to see…

what exactly is that Primordial Energy condensing into?”

A sudden gust of wind, surging tides, dispersing the clouds and haze above.

The Great Yue hung high.

Xie Xuanyi looked down at the Dantian and the Grotto Heaven within, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

He realized…

What Lu Yuzhen said was likely the truth.

Undying Spring, Undying Spring.

The golden Primordial Energy within his own body gathered at the Dantian and then spread into a mist; this mist wafted and diffused, seemingly formless, yet intricate and gradually collapsing inward, condensing!

If all the acupoints were ignited and the golden mist condensed.

This…

would be a drop of spring water!

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