Free Web NovelChapter 335: Chapter 125: Commanding a Hundred Swords, Morning Shift, Incense Heads North
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Xinci Temple, the rear mountain of Guangye Mountain.
The "deceased" Divine Martial Monarch Li Xuan is practicing swordsmanship.
In Great Yin, the demons in Bronze Plain have basically been dealt with by him.
Now he possesses great power, but lacks the techniques to accompany these powers.
To become stronger, one must comprehend and learn to use power, which means mastering techniques.
Initially, he used the crude techniques of flying swords from the martial world, akin to missile-like Flame Sword.
Thereafter, through the "Thunder Shock Finger," he reduced the power loss, making flying swords less exaggerated while remarkably fast.
Now, he has brand-new ideas.
Buddha rises from Luo River, drowning the king’s castle in fire.
Though he hadn’t seen his opponent in that battle, he gained some insights.
The "Spirit Root" allows him to extend his force to objects. If he could wield two forces to the utmost instantly, wouldn’t he be able to simultaneously control two flying swords?
Previously, even when deploying two forces to control two swords, accuracy was poor, akin to a layman swinging a sword with all his might without caring where the sword strikes.
But this problem has a solution.
It is the "Incense Touch."
Incense can move objects, and using this to control the sword’s direction would be ideal.
At this moment, Li Xuan is controlling two flying swords.
One belongs to Feng Xiongyi, and the other is one he buried previously, also Feng Xiongyi’s.
There are still nine such swords.
If he could skillfully utilize the "Incense Touch" to control nine swords while instantaneously unleashing nine forces, then...wouldn’t he be seen as breaking through to the Middle Tier Soldier Lord Realm by the practitioners?
Li Xuan is practicing when he suddenly senses a guest arriving at Xinci Temple.
He looks up.
The slightly chubby youth leading the group isn’t that his second younger brother?
The second brother humbly smiles, performs ritual bows, lights three premium sticks of incense before entering the main hall, kneeling and worshiping as he proceeds toward the main hall of Xinci Temple.
The surrounding pilgrims are asking who he is.
Upon learning he is the Li family’s patriarch, many pilgrims fall silent.
In a flash, Li Zhili has reached the main hall.
Jing Miao strikes the bell; in the chant, the Li family patriarch performs grand rituals, bowing to Buddha.
After completing the rituals impeccably, he rises, speaks insincere words, and offers many incense monies to Xinci Temple.
Watching this scene, Li Xuan feels quite sentimental.
’Second brother, you’ve truly grown up.’
He didn’t reject the incense money and considers it as a meal fee.
Meanwhile, quite a few astute aristocrats also arrive from distant places at Xinci Temple.
For these aristocrats, the center of power has shifted from the royal capital to Xinci Temple.
The one truly in control of Great Yin is no longer the "Sovereign" but the Buddha here.
A girl named Sui’Er is among them.
Some glanced at Li Zhili, either ignoring or casting complicated glances, but without knowing Buddha’s attitude, no one dared approach the Li family patriarch, despite Li family’s accumulated merit and fame.
Currently, the aristocrats are competing for tomorrow’s "First Incense."
The so-called "First Incense" is the day’s first incense burner, showing devotion.
In a few days, a festive day will arrive, making the first incense even more important.
Thus, the group of aristocrats crowds toward Jing Miao abbot.
Sui’Er observes for a while but does not follow the aristocrats; instead, she sends a maid to invite Li Zhili for tea and conversation at a tea house.
Sui’Er says: "I am Yang Sui from the Yang family, coming from the royal capital."
Li Zhili is startled: "Are you from the Yang family of Prince Zhao Yang Xie?"
Yang Sui laughs: "Wouldn’t dare claim any Prince Zhao Yang Xie, just a name foisted upon the family that produced many officials over centuries."
Li Zhili is suddenly respectful; the Yang family is truly a prominent family.
Such families are highly resilient in chaotic times, excelling at patience and discretion, yet swiftly moving when turmoil arises, akin to sharks sensing blood.
Though Yang Sui looks like a young girl, since she has come here, she represents the Yang family on the move.
Li Zhili, though much matured, lacks the sharp political acumen of prominent families.
He came to worship Buddha for the Li family’s preservation.
Upon meeting Yang Sui, hearing her truthfulness, his mind inevitably bursts into turmoil, feeling a torrent of emotions.
Immediately, he laments: "Miss Yang shouldn’t have sought me."
Yang Sui laughs, then pours wine: "I offer Brother Li a toast."
Li Zhili sighs, feeling oppressed today, yet does need a drink, finding solace that someone from the Yang family seeks him, making him slightly comfortable, so he says: "Thank you, Miss Yang."
After three rounds of wine.
Yang Sui suddenly says: "I feel a connection with Brother Li. Would Brother Li honor me by becoming siblings with Sui’Er? Sharing weal and woe together henceforth?"
If before drinking, Li Zhili would be utterly shocked, as now the Li family is in decline, facing uncertain future.
But now, feeling depressed and having drunk heavily without needing persuasion, now he’s simply tipsy and says: "I and Miss Yang...we...we met...met too late! Bond, definitely bond!"
Thus, using the boldness spurred by alcohol, he truly swears siblinghood with Yang Sui.
After a while, they both part ways.
Yang Sui returns to her temporary base, the consulting Yang family elder angrily yet bewilderedly looks at her: "Yang Sui! You’ve...you’ve done this act well!
The patriarch entrusted you because of your judgment.
