Chapter 26: Old Man Of The Divine Sword
True Martial Mountain was originally named Divine Sword Mountain.
Divine Sword Elder was the master of Divine Sword Mountain.
Dozens of years ago.
Dragon Mountain Daoist traveled here and became acquainted with Divine Sword Elder. Divine Sword Elder had a fiery temper, and the two had a dispute for some unknown reason. Afterward, Divine Sword Elder even personally made a bet: if he lost, he would give Divine Sword Mountain to him.
Unexpectedly, he truly made one wrong move and lost to Dragon Mountain Daoist.
Dragon Mountain Daoist helplessly declined.
But Divine Sword Elder kept his promise and proactively left with his servants.
In the end, Dragon Mountain Daoist simply rebuilt True Martial Sect on this Divine Sword Mountain.
But this matter did not end.
Divine Sword Elder was very unconvinced. After seeing Dragon Mountain Daoist establish True Martial Sect, he competitively created Divine Sword Sect as well, and the two made a ten-year agreement. Thereafter, every ten years, Divine Sword Elder would come to True Martial Mountain to fight Dragon Mountain Daoist.
If he won, he could take back True Martial Mountain.
The enmity between the two sects thus began.
However, it was very clear.
Dragon Mountain Daoist had superior talent. Dozens of years ago, Divine Sword Elder had only made one wrong move, but now, Dragon Mountain Daoist had reached Core Elixir Perfection, with one foot stepping into the Heavenly Human Realm, while Divine Sword Elder had only just entered the Core Elixir not long ago.
In the previous few ten-year agreements.
Divine Sword Elder always left dejectedly.
But he arrived on time each time.
Ning Qi thought of these things and couldn’t help but smile.
In his view, his master and Divine Sword Elder were probably close friends back then; it was just that Divine Sword Elder had a explosive temper and couldn’t let go of face.
However, now that Divine Sword Elder had come up the mountain again to fulfill the agreement, as one of True Martial Sect’s True Disciples, he naturally had to show up.
Ning Qi walked steadily and briskly, hands behind his back, like a little adult.
Behind him followed the White Ape. The White Ape was now wearing a Daoist Robe, but its exposed fur was like snow, and its eyes were lively, making anyone who saw it feel it was extraordinary. This set off Ning Qi to appear even more exceptional.
At this moment, True Martial Sect’s disciples had gathered, and the True Disciples had all arrived one by one.
“Is that Ninth Martial Uncle?”
“Unexpectedly, Ninth Martial Uncle is so young; he must be only seven or eight years old. I wonder if he has stepped into the Martial Way yet?”
Some newly initiated third-generation disciples curiously discussed.
They saw the usually mischievous White Ape now so obediently following behind Ning Qi, and they were very surprised.
Some second-generation disciples laughed and greeted him.
Calling him Ninth Senior Brother.
Ning Qi nodded with a smile each time.
True Martial Sect was united as one, with few petty matters.
Thanks to the Body Tempering Powder improved by Ning Qi, True Martial Sect’s foundation was now initially showing, and the disciples in the Body Tempering Realm had cultivation surpassing their peers.
“Greetings to Master and all Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters.”
Ning Qi walked to the very front and respectfully saluted.
The White Ape did the same.
Dragon Mountain Daoist stroked his beard and smiled.
Luo Wentian and the others saw Ning Qi and all showed smiles. In this nearly one year, except for some special days, they had rarely seen Ning Qi and missed him very much.
“Little Nine, you’ve grown taller again!”
Fifth Senior Brother Jiang Baishan said.
“Yes, the little brat from back then is getting bigger and bigger now.”
Everyone sighed with emotion; time passed so quickly.
It felt like just yesterday Ning Qi had been carried up True Martial Mountain, but unexpectedly, five years had passed in the blink of an eye, and Ning Qi had grown so much.
After a moment.
Eighth Disciple Qin Yun arrived.
He first apologized to Dragon Mountain Daoist, then smiled and greeted his Senior Brothers.
In the past two years, Qin Yun had practiced martial arts even more diligently, almost becoming a martial fanatic.
His gaze fell on Ning Qi, and he smiled:
“Little Nine, you’ve come.”
He felt some shock and uncertainty in his heart; he couldn’t see through Ning Qi’s level at all.
Ning Qi nodded with a smile:
“I originally thought I was diligent enough, but unexpectedly Eighth Senior Brother arrived even later than me.”
Qin Yun helplessly said:
“No choice; with insufficient talent, I can only make up for it with effort.”
Dragon Mountain Daoist heard this and frowned slightly.
These days, he had put most of his energy into breaking through to the Heavenly Human Realm, handing over the sect’s affairs to Eldest Disciple Luo Wentian, and thus hadn’t paid much attention to the other disciples. Previously, he had heard Luo Wentian mention Qin Yun’s mad cultivation.
Now it seemed it was even more excessive than he had imagined.
The Martial Way lies in persistence and balance.
He planned to find a time to talk with Qin Yun.
With Qin Yun’s talent no less than his own, there was no need to be so anxious; proceeding steadily, his future achievements would surpass his own.
As for Ning Qi, he was different.
Dragon Mountain Daoist knew this little disciple could not be measured by common standards.
While he was pondering.
There was already movement from the foot of the mountain.
Everyone’s gazes looked over.
Figures in tight-fitting clothes with long swords on their backs sped over like divine swords flying, extremely fast, treating the mountains and wilderness as flat ground, and carrying a natural sharpness aura.
“Is that Divine Sword Step created by Divine Sword Elder? Indeed extraordinary.”
Ning Qi nodded inwardly.
He habitually observed the exquisite parts, and some inspirations surged into his heart; these were all nutrients and foundation for growth.
Dragon Mountain Daoist laughed heartily and proactively went to welcome them:
“Divine Sword Brother truly keeps his word; he never arrives early or late.”
A cold snort sounded:
“Dragon Mountain Ox Nose, spare me your sarcasm.”
True Martial Sect’s disciples all showed displeasure, but Dragon Mountain Daoist showed no displeasure and still laughed cheerfully. He knew Divine Sword Elder had this kind of personality.
Ning Qi looked over.
He saw a robust elder with the vigor of a dragon and tiger appear before everyone. His eyes were sharp, long sword on his back, that sword wider and longer than ordinary ones, very domineering.
It was precisely Divine Sword Elder.
And behind Divine Sword Elder were Divine Sword Sect’s disciples one by one.
These Divine Sword Sect disciples were all in tight-fitting clothes, extraordinary in bearing, fully displaying swordsmen’s sharpness, but their gazes toward True Martial Sect’s disciples were very unfriendly. That expression was very familiar to Ning Qi; it was basically what a little child looked like when their toy was snatched by a bigger child and they couldn’t win a fight.
However, one person attracted Ning Qi’s attention.
It was a fair and tender little fatty, also carrying a sword, but looking around curiously, even with snot running, looking not very smart.
He met Ning Qi’s gaze, his eyes lit up, and he giggled foolishly, but was pulled back by a Divine Sword Sect Senior Brother beside him.
Ning Qi returned a smile.
“Divine Sword Brother, it’s been ten years since we last met; your style remains the same.”
Dragon Mountain Daoist said with emotion.
Divine Sword Elder’s expression softened slightly. He sized up Dragon Mountain Daoist and was slightly shocked in his heart; he could no longer see through the other’s level.
Divine Sword Elder couldn’t help but ask:
“Have you taken that step?”
Dragon Mountain Daoist shook his head:
“Still a bit short.”
Divine Sword Elder fell silent, and after a moment, he couldn’t help but say sourly:
“You Ox Nose have had a good time on True Martial Mountain these years.”
Dragon Mountain Daoist smiled faintly:
“Thanks to Divine Sword Brother’s fortune; True Martial Mountain is indeed a Blessed Land.”
Divine Sword Elder’s face darkened; he felt this guy opposite was extremely infuriating, but he couldn’t retort.
He could only snort coldly:
“Don’t get complacent; True Martial Mountain is only temporarily under your care.”
Dragon Mountain Daoist shook his head with a smile and sincerely said:
“As long as Divine Sword Brother speaks, I’ll return True Martial Mountain to you; I’ll find another place.”
“Stop, stop!”
Divine Sword Elder shouted angrily.
“Don’t give me that; this old man has acted his whole life without needing others to point fingers. Since I lost True Martial Mountain to you back then, I won’t go back on my word. If I take it back, it must be fair and square!”
“Dragon Mountain Ox Nose, do you think you’re no match for this old man and want to hand it over first?”
“I’m telling you, impossible!”
“You wouldn’t have forgotten the ten-year agreement, would you?”
Divine Sword Elder’s beard and hair bristled, his aura majestic, while the Divine Sword Sect disciples behind him stood tall with chests out.
