Faced with the arrogance of the young great sword immortal before him, Daoist Wuyang did not grow angry. In fact, he had always held a measure of appreciation for the talented youths of the world.

Besides, he could even put himself in the young man’s shoes. If he had reached this realm at such a young age, already one of the few great sword immortals of the age, he too would not be able to tolerate anyone else in his eyes.

Daoist Wuyang smiled and asked, “What now? Your sect master truly intends to ignore everything and just throw away the Sword Sect’s future?”

The young sword immortal before him, Yu Xiyi, was unsurprisingly very likely to become the true pillar of the Sword Sect for the next century or two.

A youth of such brilliance and rare talent, if it were him, he would have restrained him tightly, never allowing him to come here seeking death.

Yu Xiyi said self-mockingly, “He wanted to restrain me, but if he succeeded, then I wouldn’t be me.”

After all, Daoist Wuyang was one of the wisest men in the world. From that brief remark alone, he grasped the underlying meaning and nodded. With a hint of emotion, he said, “No wonder you and A'Yue could become friends.”

In a certain sense, the two were the same kind of people.

But as a senior, especially a kind-hearted one, Daoist Wuyang stopped there and instead said softly, “Yu Xiyi, since you’ve come here to die, this penniless daoist will grant your wish. But why is it that you’ve come, yet that other fellow still doesn’t dare show himself?”

Yu Xiyi rolled his eyes. Are you muddle-headed from cultivation? Under ordinary circumstances, he could still exchange a few words, but with this kind of question, did this ox-nosed daoist really think he would answer?

Daoist Wuyang narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing the disdain in the young sword immortal’s gaze. He shook his head and said calmly, “Since that’s the case, I’ll kill you first.”

Originally, he had planned to kill Chen Chao first the moment he appeared. But since Chen Chao had not come, then killing Yu Xiyi first would do just as well.

Though it seemed like a three-against-one siege, and although the three were young, they were among the most remarkable cultivators of their generation. Yet, in Daoist Wuyang’s heart, he had never taken them seriously.

Once one surpassed the Nepenthe realm, all other cultivators of the world seemed ordinary.

If five or six powerhouses at the end of Nepenthe were to join forces, perhaps he might furrow his brows. But for just these three, even after taking a sword strike from the Sword Sect’s Sect Master in advance, he still did not see it as anything worth noting.

That was the kind of composure one ought to possess.

Daoist Wuyang looked at Yu Xiyi and spoke no further. “Draw your sword.”

This young great sword immortal’s killing power was not weak. Finishing him off first would, in some sense, be a good thing.

Yu Xiyi did not waste words either. With a single thought, the flying sword that he usually kept nourished within one of his apertures appeared before the world, its name was Wild Grass.

The moment it appeared, the sound of sword cries echoed endlessly.

A sound that resonated with heaven and earth!

A sword cultivator and his lifeblood flying sword were always deeply connected. To temper and nurture one’s sword, this was what a sword cultivator did for a lifetime. This Hundred Year Sword, forged on Sword Qi Mountain, was unparalleled in sharpness. Now, further nourished as Yu Xiyi’s cultivation advanced, there was likely no other flying sword in the world that could rival it.

Yu Xiyi took a deep breath. As he gripped Wild Grass, sword qi surged from every aperture of his body, spilling outward from within.

Though he had spoken boldly before, truth be told, he was not entirely certain in his heart.

The Daoist Wuyang standing across from him, just by being there, without doing anything, already exuded a pressure that permeated the surroundings. Even though Yun Jianyue’s lightning pool continuously weakened that pressure, when Yu Xiyi truly faced him head-on, he still felt nervous.

However, that emotion almost instantly vanished the moment he gripped his flying sword.

Your Father is already one of the few great sword immortals in the world, who in this world can withstand my sword? You, this ox-nosed daoist's cultivation might be higher, but so what? You think that makes you special?

Anyway, Your Father felt there was no reason for that.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Xiyi’s figure vanished from where he stood. In Daoist Wuyang’s eyes, he could only see a streak of sword light sweeping toward him at incredible speed.

That streak of sword light moved so fast it was impossible to follow with the naked eye.

Even Daoist Wuyang, at the very beginning, failed to catch it. By the time he clearly saw that sword light, the young Great Sword Immortal was already before him.

He thrust out a sword.

The tip of Wild Grass released a terrifying sword light that instantly tore apart the dreadful Dao rhythm emanating from Daoist Wuyang’s body.

After stepping into this new realm, the qi within this great daoist sage was still qi, but it was closer to unity with the Dao. In other words, Daoist Wuyang at this stage had become like a walking Dao scripture roaming between heaven and earth, no longer merely a cultivator.

The qi within his body mixed with Dao rhythm, resonating with heaven and earth.

That was why, at the foot of the mountain earlier, so many elderly daoists had been shocked.

However, this sword from Yu Xiyi truly represented the pinnacle of the world’s Sword Dao. He had always been extraordinarily gifted; if not for being entangled by emotions in the past, he would have already stepped into Nepenthe and become a sword immortal long ago.

One must know, his age was older than both Chen Chao and Yun Jianyue. To call them peers of the same generation was already somewhat of a stretch.

But after breaking through the confinement of his own heart, and after his battle with the Sword Sect’s Sect Master, becoming a great sword immortal, Yu Xiyi’s Sword Dao had indeed become a path of his own making.

His Sword Dao no longer followed the footsteps of predecessors. He had already reached the heights of Sword Dao. If the Sword Sect’s Sect Master had not taken one step further, perhaps in terms of raw killing power he might still surpass Yu Xiyi, but in terms of the depth of Sword Dao, Yu Xiyi’s might not be inferior at all.

Therefore, when this sword was unleashed, its surging sword intent advanced with unstoppable momentum, its speed far exceeding Daoist Wuyang’s expectations.

Had Daoist Wuyang not taken a sword from the Sword Sect’s Sect Master beforehand, he might have considered this attack the strongest sword move he had ever seen in his life.

But since he had already witnessed that other sword move, this one seemed dull in comparison.

Just as the sword was about to reach his chest, Daoist Wuyang slowly extended a finger, seemingly sluggish, yet incomparably precise, landing right on the sword’s tip.

The tip of the flying sword pressed against Daoist Wuyang’s finger, and the sword body instantly bent like a full moon.

Wild Grass let out a trembling hum.

Yet the sword’s body was resilient. Even when bent to such an extreme, it did not break.

Yu Xiyi twisted the sword’s tip, and sword qi flowed across the blade. If one looked closely, it was like ripples of spring water spreading across its surface.

The realm of great sword immortal, outsiders only saw its overwhelming might, a single sword capable of moving mountains and calming seas. But only those with true insight understood that at this realm, it was not only about grandeur and dominance; within the subtleties, one could also peel apart threads with precision.

With sword qi, one could dissect the opponent’s qi in minute detail, seeking out their flaws.

However, at this moment, doing so was exceedingly difficult for Yu Xiyi. When his sword qi collided with Daoist Wuyang’s qi, infused with Dao rhythm, Yu Xiyi could clearly feel his sword qi flowing into a boundless ocean, and in an instant, it nearly vanished.

So this is what fucking lies beyond Nepenthe?

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