My Simulated Road to Immortality - Chapter 711

Chapter 711: Chapter 677: Junior Brothers, Bring Your Swords

“So that’s another way to use a sword!”

It was just like the first time he laid eyes upon Mr. Bai’s perfected version of “The Creation and Transformation Furnace Technique”, and subsequently got completely lost in it.

After receiving Mr. Bai’s guidance this time, Li Fan was entranced in the endless mysteries of the [Heaven Piercing Heart Sword], unable to detach himself.

He didn’t even spare a courtesy “thank you for your guidance”. He was in such a daze that he didn’t remember how he left the competition field.

It was the unified calls of “senior brother” from the outside world that finally snapped Li Fan out of his enlightenment state.

Following the gaze of the crowd, Li Fan saw Situ Yao, who seemed to still be drunk. With the assistance of two disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect, he was forcibly brought to the field.

“Where is… where’s the wine?” Situ Yao belched, ignoring Mr. Bai who stood across from him and asked hazily.

“Situ, why bother pretending to be drunk?” Mr. Bai didn’t mind; instead, he smiled lightly and said.

Upon hearing these words, Situ Yao could no longer feign ignorance. He coughed lightly, stood up straight, and looked at Mr. Bai.

A hint of helplessness surfaced on his face: “How annoying; I intended to preserve my dignity as the head senior brother of Heavenly Sword Sect. Now that you’ve broken my act, I suppose I must fight.”

From somewhere, Situ Yao took out a liquor gourd and took a hearty swig.

His eyes then narrowed slightly, watching Mr. Bai with scrutiny.

“Can’t beat him, can’t… can’t beat him,” he muttered under his breath.

Even though Situ Yao’s comments were light, they caused quite a stir amongst the watching cultivators. You must know that Situ Yao’s combat power was considered the strongest in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

For such a powerful figure in the Xuanhuang World, to acknowledge his inferiority before Mr. Bai even before the fight had begun was shocking!

With Situ Yao’s personality, if he admits he can’t win, he doesn’t bother lying.

Just who was this unremarkable-looking man? What is his origin?

In an instant, all eyes from the Heavenly Sword Sect fell on Mr. Bai in disbelief.

“You’ve always chosen to do the impossible, haven’t you, Situ?” Seeing that Situ Yao was hesitant to act, Mr. Bai encouraged him instead.

“It’s about time you put that sword of yours to use.”

His voice was very light, but it sounded like thunder in Situ Yao’s ears.

A mysterious aura suddenly emerged from Situ Yao. His eyes narrowed as he stared at Mr. Bai, traces of confusion flickering within.

However, as a top-notch warrior, he quelled the doubts and surprise in his heart in an instant.

“Very well, I wouldn’t want to be disrespectful,” Situ Yao said solemnly.

Advancing a step forward, Situ Yao extended his right hand and swept his gaze across the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples who were watching the battle.

He resolutely said, “Junior brothers and sisters, lend me your swords.”

The words of Situ Yao instantly reached the ears of every disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, regardless of where they were.

After a brief moment of hesitation, they tossed their flying swords, their life’s treasures, into the sky without any reluctance.

As the head senior brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Situ Yao had always cared for every new disciple, never portraying himself as a superior and high-status elder. Whenever the junior members of the sect faced difficulties, he was always the first to step forward, even if it meant taking their side in spite of being wrong.

Situ Yao had been their senior brother for countless years, and every disciple, either directly or indirectly, had received his favor.

When their senior brother needed to borrow their swords, how could they refuse?

In an instant, thousands and ten-thousands of flying swords surged into the sky, flying towards Situ Yao.

For the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, more than half of their cultivation and combat power were in their lifetime flying swords.

They started crafting their own flying swords since entering the foundation-building stage, pouring their blood, sweat and tears into them. They worked tirelessly to reinforce their strength, improving not only its destructive power but also their bond with the sword.

Therefore, when Situ Yao called out “lend me your swords,”

What joined the action were not just thousand and ten-thousand flying swords.

It was almost half of the combat power of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Thousands and thousands of sword energy crisscrossed, releasing different dazzling radiance. With a manipulation from Situ Yao, they all rushed towards his target, Mr. Bai, like roaring beasts.

Countless flying swords condensed into one entity, as if forming a giant sword that spanned the heavens and earth in the void.

It locked onto Mr. Bai from afar, set to hit at any moment.

It seemed as if Mr. Bai would be pierced by thousands of swords and tragically perish on the spot in the next second.

However, there was no panic on Mr Bai’s face at all.

He just showed a faint smile and then lifted the wooden sword in his hand.

Opposite the thousands of swords.

A hum…

A sound like the hum of a sword resonated from the wooden sword.

Time seemed to freeze instantly.

Wherever the hum reached, thousands of flying swords halted in the air.

Then, the swords began to vibrate fiercely, as if struggling violently with something.

Finally…

The first sword lost control and fell from the sky.

It stabbed into the ground, with the sword body slightly shaking.

Then came the second sword, the third one.

In an instant, countless flying swords fell from the sky like heavy rain, landing on the ground.

They formed a densely packed sword tomb within a tiny space.

The attack that Situ Yao had been nurturing for half his life, which he couldn’t even graze Mr. Bai’s robe with, was dissolved so swiftly.

At this moment, the Heavenly Sword Sect plunged into an eerie silence.

Mr. Bai’s wooden sword hummed again.

Then, all the disciples, including Li Fan, saw a sight they would never forget in their lives.

All the swords stuck in the ground were now bending their bodies towards Mr. Bai.

It was as if they were saluting their emperor with respect.

Mr. Bai stood holding his sword, his demeanor serene.

“You are…” It was at this point that Situ Yao seemed to remember something.

His pupils shrunk and he exclaimed in disbelief.

Mr. Bai merely smiled faintly, then swung his wooden sword lightly again.

Immediately, every flying sword returned to its owner.

“I’m here today to ask for a favor.” Mr. Bai, who had dissolved the conflict, tossed his sword aside casually and said with a smile to Situ Yao.

“Please go ahead,” Situ Yao was full of respect.

Mr. Bai looked around, but he didn’t speak.

Situ Yao quickly realized his manners and smacked his forehead, “Please come with me.”

Saying this, he led Mr. Bai towards the Main hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

He left behind the cultivators who were still in shock, unable to regain their senses.

“Is this the true power of the ancient cultivators?” Li Fan was also shocked by the power of Situ Yao’s sword.

He had a vague feeling that the sword, which had gathered the power of most of the cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect, could tear open a gap in the Xuanhuang World if it had managed to strike.

However, as for Mr. Bai disarming that sword effortlessly,

He wasn’t surprised at all.