Novel Bin Chapter 82
“Is that… vitality?”
Ning Changge’s eyes gleamed with spiritual light as he observed the celestial phenomena, penetrating space to see the interior of the easternmost ancient tree.
He saw that the Sword Monarch’s body, after having all its vitality extinguished by the Geng Metal White Tiger Sword Qi, inexplicably began to show a faint trace of life.
“The Dao gives birth to fifty, Heaven evolves forty-nine, could this be the one remaining thread of life?”
Ning Changge’s heart was filled with astonishment.
He found this situation quite fascinating.
Logically, the Sword Monarch should have been dead beyond any doubt, as Ning Changge had not held back.
Yet now, a faint trace of life remained.
He formed a hand seal, silently calculating, and gradually gained insight:
“So that’s how it is.”
“My second sword, the Yi Wood Azure Dragon Sword Qi, contained the Dao of life and death transformation, which he comprehended to a certain extent and integrated into his sword intent.”
“Now that he has entered the Heaven-Man Tomb, a place where life and death evolve, the ancient tree’s vitality and death intent have intertwined, preserving this thread of life. Truly, the world is full of wonders!”
A smile curled at the corners of Ning Changge’s mouth, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the situation.
Such an extraordinary event, defying common sense, piqued his interest. Perhaps it would inspire him to further comprehend the Dao of life and death.
Life and death, yin and yang, the five elements—all are interconnected.
These are the paths he must walk.
“However, it’s just a thread of life. Reviving such a faint trace of vitality is as difficult as ascending to the heavens.”
Ning Changge saw this clearly.
The Sword Monarch had only gained a slight understanding of life and death transformation by chance. The possibility of him being reborn was nearly impossible.
“Well, since your fate isn’t entirely sealed, I’ll lend you a hand and see what you can make of it.”
A thought arose in Ning Changge’s mind.
He was intrigued by the mysterious changes occurring in the Sword Monarch. If the Sword Monarch could truly return from death, it would provide Ning Changge with great insights. This was the best experiment, and one of the reasons Ning Changge had established the Heaven-Man Tomb in the first place.
He hadn’t expected it to yield results so quickly, with only the fourth Heaven-Man buried.
With this in mind.
He hesitated no longer.
With a flick of his finger, a strand of Azure Dragon Sword Qi, rich with vitality, wrapped around a cluster of spiritual liquid and shot into the sky. It then entered the easternmost ancient tree under the astonished gazes of the onlookers.
Green light swirled around.
The crowd seemed to sense that the vitality of the Sword Monarch’s tomb had significantly increased, and the nine sword intents rippling on the leaves had become even more profound.
Everyone couldn’t help but look toward the Sutra Pavilion, unsure of what this meant.
They speculated in their hearts.
But no one could figure it out, and Ning Changge wasn’t going to explain.
“A transcendent being like the Little Immortal must have his reasons for acting as he does. We common folk need not trouble ourselves.”
In the end, it was Zhang Lingyu who sighed.
Only then did the crowd slowly disperse from the Sutra Pavilion.
The Sutra Pavilion returned to its peaceful state. Ning Changge held a Daoist scripture in his hands, his mind immersed in the evolution of sword intent, paying no attention to the outside world.
The Sword Monarch’s challenge was merely a minor episode for him.
Meanwhile, Wudang had become lively again. The Sword Monarch had come to challenge, and hundreds of swordsmen had followed him.
Witnessing such a grand battle, many swordsmen had gained insights and wished to stay in Wudang for a while. They bore no ill will toward Wudang. Although the Sword Monarch had died at Ning Changge’s hands, Wudang had displayed the demeanor and conduct of a Daoist sacred land from beginning to end.
Moreover, after witnessing Wudang’s profound foundation, they held even more respect.
Naturally, Song Yuanqiao welcomed them with open arms.
These swordsmen were of decent strength, with many being prominent figures in the martial world. Some had good character and temperament, and perhaps they could be recruited into the sect.
As Wudang’s reputation grew, it was time to consider some expansion.
The third-generation disciples were not yet fully grown, and there was no rush for the fourth generation. However, some external elders and stewards could be recruited, and if they encountered young people with exceptional talent and character, they could be accepted as third-generation disciples.
***
Time passed.
Zhang Lingyu and the disciples of Dragon-Tiger Mountain bid farewell and left. Despite Song Yuanqiao’s repeated attempts to persuade them to stay, they had already gained much from their half-month of discussions. In the end, both sides agreed that Wudang would send people to Dragon-Tiger Mountain for further exchanges in the future.
As for the many swordsmen who had followed the Sword Monarch to Tianzhu Peak, most of them also left, while a small number chose to join Wudang.
The departing swordsmen generally held goodwill toward Wudang, viewing it with greater respect.
It was easy to imagine that as these people descended the mountain, the news of the Sword Monarch’s death at Wudang would gradually spread, further elevating Wudang’s reputation.
…
In the martial world, news travels fast.
The story of the Sword Monarch challenging the Little Immortal at Tianzhu Peak and ultimately being buried in the Heaven-Man Tomb gradually spread throughout the Great Ming Dynasty, causing even greater waves in Liyan Dynasty.
Swordsmen, filled with knowledge, recounted the details of that day.
Translator’s note : I got so many bad reviews about my current translation. i will try harder to improve the translation. please do forgive me for my past translation, i will retranslate all of it (from ch 49 to 80).