Song of Adolescence

Chapter 135 A Sword Immortal’s Temper

Chapter 135 A Sword Immortal’s Temper

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Li Hanyi stared blankly at the man in front of her. Back then, he was a young man sitting under a peach blossom tree waiting forlornly to eat peaches, but now he had become a handsome man with a wispy beard. The only thing that remained unchanged were his eyes that were as clear as a lake, and the voice full of warmth when he said, “little angel.”

"Not little anymore." Li Hanyi's face blushed slightly, and she stunned herself after saying those words. Meeting again after more than ten years, she never would have expected that the first words she said were like that. In the past, she would have thought she’d be cursing him angrily, “what took you so long,” or she’d slap him in the face, then turn around and leave, but the reality was a phrase spoken with a hint of shyness and a flirty indignance, “not little anymore.” And yet, the whole scene was just so timely, and so palatable.

That’s right. More than ten years had passed. We’re not youths anymore. The little angel from back then was already in her thirties now.

"Yeah, you’re a big angel now. So much more beautiful than before," the purple-robed Daoist said softly.

Li Hanyi asked, "Why didn’t you come down the mountain for so many years?"

The purple-robed Daoist sighed, and said something which sounded nonsensical, "Because I only have one chance in my life to come down the mountain."

Su Changhe stood up, looking at the Daoist priest who was wearing a purple robe and came armed with a peach wood sword, and said in a deep voice, "Daoist Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen?"

The three Tang Clan elders looked at each other, their hearts dropped in shock. Zhao Yuzhen, the Sectmaster of Qingcheng Mountain, whose legends in the martial world bordered on the miraculous, who was taken by Lü Suzhen to Qingcheng Mountain on the day he was born and never came down again in his 30 plus years, who during those years dueled twice with Li Hanyi but didn’t lose either time, and later chopped off one of Lei Yunhe’s arm with one sword when Lei Yunhe was the Lei Clan’s number one young expert, who single-handedly stood at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain during the Demonic Cult’s Eastern Incursion and forced the Demonic Cult’s army to take a detour for hundreds of miles. Finally, although he had never stepped into the martial world, he achieved the title as one of the martial world’s five sword immortals, Daoist Sword Immortal. Such a person actually left his mountain and came here, and he came all the way south from Qingcheng Mountain to Mount Luolei!

Nobody could imagine the kind of power two great sword immortals would possess when they joined forces. After all, nobody had ever witnessed such a scene.

But Zhao Yuzhen ignored Su Changhe's call while he was still hugging Li Hanyi, and he lowered his head to speak softly, "Big angel, where do you want to go? I will take you."

"Stop calling me angel. I have a name, Li Hanyi." After hearing that awkward “big angel”, Li Hanyi started to feel a little exasperated.

"The cold wind blows bitterly, but the wanderer has no winter clothes. This is not a good name, let's change it," Zhao Yuzhen said suddenly.

Li Hanyi didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry, but she still continued, "Change to what?"

"How about, Taohua." Zhao Yuzhen smiled softly.

"Why is it so tasteless?" Li Hanyi furrowed her brows. "Li Taohua?"

"On other people, it's tasteless, but on you, it could be called magnificence without comparison." Zhao Yuzhen smiled.

Li Hanyi sighed, and didn’t press the point. "Whatever you say, then."

Suddenly, there was a strong wind. The peach blossoms that had scattered on the ground were instantly shredded to pieces by the strong wind and they danced wildly in the wind. This sudden gust of wind swept across the mountains and forests, howling eerily like a ghost.

Zhao Yuzhen sighed and said helplessly, "Little angel, wait for me to get rid of these nasty people, and we’ll talk about what to do next."

"Why are we back to little angel?" Li Hanyi asked with surprise.

"Tonight, I hold a silver lamp to look at you but I fear that our meeting is only a dream." Zhao Yuzhen gently placed Li Hanyi back on the ground and smiled. "Seeing you again after sixteen years, everything still feels like it was before. So what if the little angel is older now, for in my heart, you’re still my little angel." After speaking, he turned around and looked at Su Changhe, whose eyes were filled with sinister cruelty.

"Be careful. This person is not easy to deal with," Li Hanyi warned carefully.

"As difficult to deal with as me?" Zhao Yuzhen whispered, "Peach Blossom."

The red peach wood sword came up and dropped gently into his hand. Zhao Yuzhen looked at Su Changhe, his purple robe fluttering in the wind, looking like an immortal descended. Except, there was a slight anger between his brows. "Did all of you cause these injuries on Hanyi?"

Su Changhe looked at the sword in his hand and said, "It’s known that the sword of the Qingcheng Mountain Sectmaster has always been Azure Empyrean, which is ranked sixth among the famous swords under Heaven. When the sword is drawn, a talisman wavers on it, which makes it a sword that follows Daoism principles. I've been looking forward to seeing this sword. But I didn't expect that Sectmaster Zhao’s first duel with a sword would be using a sword made of peach wood."

"The world is ignorant, and only knows that the Azure Empyrean sword is ranked sixth under Heaven, and that it’s the sword of the Qingcheng Mountain range, so it must be stronger than my peach wood sword. But do you know that embedded within my peach wood sword is the sword embryo of the Profound Yang sword that was destroyed years ago? Profound in its extreme, have you heard of the Profound Yang sword?" Zhao Yuzhen looked at Su Changhe arrogantly.

Su Muyu interjected first, "The sword of passion and warmth in the world. Back then, the Kunlun Sword Immortal had two swords, one was Armoured Glacier, the coldest of the world, and the other was Profound Yang, the warmest in the world."

"Yes. The coldest in the world, and the warmest in the world. My Peach Blossom sword and the little angel’s Armoured Glacier were always a pair." Zhao Yuzhen smiled. "Alright, I will repeat my earlier words. Did you all hurt my little angel?"

"Yes," Su Muyu answered succinctly.

"Well, then you can’t blame me for this." Zhao Yuzhen nodded slightly. "I rarely fight with others, but once I do, I end up dismembering an arm or a leg. You should all be careful."

Su Muyu waved his hand lightly, and his seventeen swords in front of him formed an array of sharp swords, the blades gleaming with a sharp light.

Xie Qidao sighed and slowly stepped forward. "Fighting one sword immortal already broke my sabre. Now we’re fighting another one, I can only use my fists. But I’ve been killing for decades and never has a fight been so enjoyable as today’s."

The three Tang Clan elders also held hidden weapons in their hands. In the earlier battle formation to murder Li Hanyi, they had already used up their Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus. That was their strongest weapon. Tang Yin still held their last resort in his hand, but he didn’t want to use it unless he really had no choice.

Su Changhe remained silent, but the howling mountain wind became more and more mournful. He lifted his palm, and a black-coloured aura started circulating around his body, looking like a ghost was about to appear.

"Are you playing tricks in front of me?" Zhao Yuzhen smiled disdainfully, suddenly raised his Peach Blossom sword, and roared, "Scram!"

Suddenly there was the roar of a lion, and the illusion of a lion that was the height of three men appeared behind Zhao Yuzhen, roaring towards the sky. The entire Mount Luolei started shaking, and it instantly overwhelmed that mountain wind’s mournful howling.

The Daoist Taiyi Lion Arts, ninth stage!

Right after the lion’s roar, he leapt up, jumped over Li Hanyi, and charged towards Su Changhe and the others.

"Little angel, I’m going to help you beat up these people who hurt you, until not even their mothers recognise them!" Zhao Yuzhen immediately raised his Peach Blossom sword and charged forward with the lion.

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