The Villain’s White Lotus Halo
The Villain’s White Lotus Halo - Chapter 67: The sword of the saint is the truth.

The sword of the saint is the truth.

Translated by Vaishu

Edited by Vaishu

Chapter 67 The sword of the saint is the truth.

Recently, many significant events had occurred in the cultivation world.

The power structure of some places was changing, both openly and covertly. Some places were even spreading to the Eastern Continent, which had always been kept secret.

Everyone thought that the disciple of the Vast Expanse School and the disciple of the Sword Saint had rushed into the Xing Shan temple, and breaking the golden form of the Buddhist seals was the biggest thing.

Which one could be worse than the million-year foundation of the Xing Shan Temple?

However, there was no news of him for many years. There were even some secret rumors that the Sword Saint, who could not come out of the Fallen Star Abyss, had appeared.

The entire world was shocked.

Some were excited, but some were also panicking.

Although Xing Shan Temple was located in the belly of Titixiang Mountain and had always been low-key in its actions, it was still one of the ‘Three Sects of the Mountain’, one of the ‘Two Buddhist Monastery’. Many pairs of eyes were watching them.

No one knew what happened after Luo Mingchuan and Yin Bi entered the temple. Some people said that the Buddhist Sect was merciful and benevolent, guessing that the two of them were rude.

Those who attended or paid attention to this sort of thing did not agree. They all said that the Yin Wall was softer than Buddhist cultivators, and Luo Mingchuan had always been a gentleman with a good temper.

Until the appearance of the Sword Saint.

The ‘Autumn Wind’ hadn’t even left its sheath before the houses in nearly a hundred palaces collapsed.

Like the passage of the autumn wind.

The discussion on this matter came to an abrupt end.

The sword of a saint is the truth.

What did he need to say?

In the past, he had crippled the Highest Elder of the Bo-Pu Sect with a single sword move by the river.

Would Parasol dare to say such a thing?

At this moment, Crosscut Mountain was shrouded in dark clouds.

Elders and disciples who knew what was going on rushed over to reinforce the formation and practice the sword formation. It was quiet and oppressive.

Assisi, standing on the peak of the sea of clouds, has not moved for five days.

Some things are not hidden.

Even though the Sword Saint was not proficient in divination, he had reached a certain level of insight. How could he not know?

In the Cang Ya Mountain, many disciples knew that Yan Ziyue and Luo Mingchuan had returned safely.

However, he had heard that it was not convenient to visit Senior Martial Brother Luo, so he could only rest and recuperate.

As a result, many people especially ran to the entrance of the main hall to take a look from afar, even though they could not see anyone.

He Yan Yun kept pestering his master, Zheng Yangzi, to get the news that Yan Mo was taking care of her, so he went back with Ruan Xiaoling to cultivate.

The more Yin Biyue knew that this was the eye of the Boundless Mountain Formation, the more he knew that if the one who woke up this time was the Devil Sovereign, he would be able to temporarily restrain the power of the entire Boundless Earth Meridian.

Plus, his Master and Eldest Brother had an 80% chance of beating him when he was still weak.

Luo Mingchuan could wake up at any time, so it was not convenient for him to let people visit him in the palace.

With the best of expectations and trust, they were prepared for the worst.

It was dusk when the dust settled.

The ringing of the bell rang out, startling the birds into throwing themselves into the forest. Some disciples left the mountain to practice their swordsmanship, and when the Enforcer Hall closed, the gathered people dispersed like a tide.

It was not quiet, but it was peaceful.

Luo Mingchuan opened his eyes. His amber pupils were coated with the afterglow of the setting sun. It was as if they were filled with a heavy, floating gentleness.

He dreamed for a long time, seeing the people around him in a trance, wondering if they were still in a dream.

Yin Yu called out to him softly, “Senior Brother.”

Luo Mingchuan responded in a low voice, “Junior Brother, I’m back.”

They laughed.

Not long after, the other three came in.

Luo Mingchuan didn’t notice at all, he was still attentively looking at the Yin Biyue.

Zhengyang puffed his beard and stared at him, “Your master is still here!”

If he called out to his junior apprentice-brother first, he would know!

Hmph!

Luo Mingchuan got up and saluted, and Yin Biyue wanted to help him, but he signaled that he was fine.

He said, “Master, I’m possessed.”

“The Garlan Eye Technique is the first level of the demonic art ‘Nine Circles of Heaven’.”

Zhengyang was stunned.

The Sword Saint waved his hand nonchalantly, “Who would know if you didn’t tell them?”

Zhengyang said, “That’s right.”

Who knows if you don’t tell me.

“Seeing that you’re fine now, you’re still alive and kicking. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the Dharma Hall and give two lessons.”

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He then called to the Sword Saint and Jun Yu, “Alright, everyone disperse.”

The Sword Saint stepped forward and closed Luo Mingchuan’s door, then quickly released him and walked back with Jun Yu in tow.

The hall was empty again.

Luo Mingchuan only felt that the young man who had taken his pulse just now was no ordinary person. His casual actions made it impossible for him to dodge. Even though his aura seemed unrestrained, it was deep and unfathomable.

But when he walked out of the hall with the young man, Jun Yu stood to the side, waiting for him to leave first. This was the etiquette of an elder.

His thoughts were sharp as he suddenly thought of something and found it hard to believe. “That senior just now was the Sword Saint …”

The more Yin Yu saw, the better he felt. Finally, someone understood how he felt when he saw that youth’s face in the clouds.

He nodded. “It’s my master.”

Luo Mingchuan quickly accepted this fact.

A saint’s cultivation level could not be measured with common sense, so their appearance was naturally the same.

Yin Mo couldn’t help but ask, “Senior Brother, are you really sick?”

“I’m fine.”

He knew that his junior brother was confused, so he explained, “Previously, in the Buddhist hall, he fought with the spectators. He led me into the meditation, which was the battlefield of a great battle between Daofiends.”

“His cultivation technique is very strange, it seems to be able to absorb my life force and cultivation base for its use.”

When Yin Mo saw Luo Mingchuan’s face quickly turned gray, he had already guessed it. Now that it was confirmed, he felt that this martial art was really strange and evil.

Luo Mingchuan’s voice lowered, “I thought I was about to die, but I suddenly felt a force, or rather, something entering my body.”

“It used the same technique as the one he was viewing, but its power was ten times stronger, killing the observer.”

Yin Yu’s heart sank.

He thought of the last thing Guan Guan said before he died: ‘He actually died in the hands of a devil.’

Perhaps that thing was really the remnant soul of the Devil Lord Mo Changyuan.

“So is it still there?”

Luo Mingchuan shook his head, “He’s not here anymore.”

It’s gone somewhere, but it’s never in me.

I have the vitality of a vision.

As for cultivation, a sudden increase in cultivation would cause one’s body to explode and die. Thus, I sealed it on my Spiritual Altar, causing it to fall asleep. “

Yin Bi heaved a sigh of relief.

“When I was sleeping, I saw some fragments of memories. I was watching them.

There is also the entire set of the Nine Heavenly Revolutions Technique. “

It was a strange feeling, like watching a person’s whole life from time to time.

Becoming a student of Buddhism at a young age, talented and intelligent, young and ambitious, let the Buddha enter the Dao.

In the end, they collaborated with Mo Changyuan, entered the demonic state, and explained the Heavenly Net’s secret scripture. Together, they wrote the Nine Heavenly Revolutions and broke the barrier of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect.

In the final moment of the war between the Dao Demons, he had betrayed the will of the True Immortals and had been severely injured …

The two of them paced around the hall, the shadows lengthened by the setting sun.

Regular footsteps and low voices echoed in the hall.

Yin Yu suddenly had a bad guess. He once said, ‘You don’t want him to enter the enchantment, but he can’t turn back.’

It was very likely that there was a problem with the Nine Revolutions of Heaven.

Sure enough, Luo Mingchuan stopped and said,

“I plan to go into closed-door cultivation in two days and cripple my own cultivation technique.”

He spoke very calmly as if making a decision that had nothing to do with him.

Yin Yu asked anxiously, “Why is that?”

“If you train to the eighth level of the Heavenly Net Nine Revolutions, you will have to constantly absorb the life force and cultivation of others. Otherwise, you will run out of oil.”

I have already mastered the first level of Garlan’s Pupil Technique. Even if I stop cultivating now, my primeval essence will circulate on its own and my realm will constantly increase slowly.

“Once you start on this, you’ll never be able to turn back.”

Luo Mingchuan laughed, “After breaking it, we’ll build it. Then we’ll start from the beginning and gain deeper insights from it. It won’t be difficult.”

Yin Biyue knew that his senior was comforting himself again.

It was extremely dangerous to cultivate the Art of Destroyer, but how could it not be difficult to survive?

His heart ached, but he was still unwilling. “I don’t have it …”

“Is there any other way?”

Luo Mingchuan hesitated for a moment before deciding to tell the truth.

He and his junior brother honestly interacted and trusted each other. There shouldn’t be any deceit between them.

“Yes.”

Initially, the Nine Revolutions of Heaven and Earth were jointly written by the two of them.

Mo Changyuan and Ye Xiao didn’t expect that the martial art that Ye Xiao had written would require two people to cultivate it together so that it would be flawless.

Although the two of them worked together, they still suspected each other. No matter what, it was impossible for them to cooperate.

Thus, he had been cultivating by himself the entire time. When he reached the eighth circulation, he had no choice but to absorb the life force of others to maintain his cultivation …

The more Yan Mo thought about it, the more he felt that the sunset outside the window was gorgeous. He beamed with joy, “This is easy, I will practice with you!”

Luo Mingchuan frowned, avoiding his gaze, “Junior brother, this matter is not child’s play … …”

The more Yin Mo didn’t understand, the more his heart sank. Discarding his own cultivation technique or training together with two people, these two paths were clearly distinguishable, how could he not agree?

He stared straight at Luo Mingchuan, “Of course, it’s not child’s play.”

“I’m not afraid of being possessed, my cultivation method is normally free from evil. Since I don’t need to absorb the life force of others, and also have no other problems, why not?”

Luo Mingchuan no longer dodged and suddenly looked up, “You don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

Even though he had sealed the cultivation base of the monastery, his cultivation base had advanced by leaps and bounds after returning from the Xing Shan temple.

Initially, he had restrained his power very well, but at this moment, he was unable to control himself and burst out.

Yin Biyue was caught off guard, he was forced to take three steps back and fell onto the bed in disbelief.

Luo Mingchuan quickly retreated, afraid that he would injure his junior brother.

His voice sank as if he was trying to suppress something.

“We’ll talk about this after your coronation ceremony.”

Yin Biyue stood up, and he confronted him without showing any weakness, “Senior Brother, I am no longer a child!”

“Would you rather destroy your cultivation than believe me?”

He didn’t understand what Luo Mingchuan was worried about.

Did he think that he wasn’t mature enough to make decisions on his own?!

Luo Mingchuan didn’t answer directly, he only said, “I didn’t mean that …”

They had their first argument.

Yin Biyue waved his sleeves and left.

The hall was lonely and dimly lit.

Luo Mingchuan sat by the bed alone.

He lowered his head and rubbed between his brows, feeling a headache coming on.

Junior brother is no longer a child.

But he really didn’t know what he was talking about.

Who would have thought that the two ambitious and ambitious heroes of the era of Saints would randomly write out a cultivation technique that required both cultivation and cultivation?

YinBiyue got back to Xi Hua Feng, the calmer he calmed down. He felt that he was too agitated just now.

He had never doubted his senior brother’s distrust of him, so he only blurted out angrily.

Senior Brother must have other concerns. In the future, they would talk peacefully.

He walked to the edge of Xi Hua Feng’s Heavenly Heart Cliff and saw his Master instructing his Eldest Senior Brother on how to train the sword.

His Master saw him from afar and beckoned him over.

The sword qi danced and the fallen leaves danced wildly.

This was the second time he had seen Jun Yu practice the sword, and it was still the ‘Small Mountain Sword Spell’ created by the Sword Saint.

However, before he descended the mountain, there was already a difference between the clouds and mud. If he wasn’t standing beside his master, just the sword Qi was enough to cause his Qi and blood to tumble.

The clouds and mist at the edge of the cliff were split apart, revealing the magnificent mountains and rivers standing thousands of feet high in the sky.

The eldest senior brother sheathed his sword and turned back.

Swordqi swirled around his body, appearing increasingly sharp and cold.

Sword Saint sighed in admiration, “There’s nothing else to teach you about this sword technique.”

Jun Yu bowed, “Master.”

“But this is my sword, you should have your own.”

This was an extremely high level of acknowledgment and approval, which meant that the Sword Saint believed that he had created his own sword arts and even the level and realm of establishing his own sect.

Yin Biyue smiled, he was happy for his eldest senior brother.

But Jun Yu looked a little confused.

“Tomorrow, I will take your Junior Brother on a long journey and take care of some matters.”

Yin Biyue was shocked, “Junior Brother?”

Me?

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Does Master want to take me flying again?

Glimmers danced in Jun Yu’s eyes as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he didn’t.

However, he nodded his head and greeted her, “Take care.”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that these two words were meant for his Master.