What a mess!
Li Changhua was a bit agitated. This person had been dozing off since he arrived, rude and shameless, and now he was even speaking disrespectfully to him?!
"Junior Brother," Li Changhua held back his temper, not wanting to lose his composure, "I am Li Changhua, a disciple of the Sword Hall, and I joined the sect a year earlier than you. According to the rules, you should call me Senior Brother."
Tao Mian ignored him and instead looked at Elder Daochen with resentment in his eyes.
"Elder, what's going on here? I've already become your disciple, shouldn't I be the senior brother?"
As he spoke, he began to sigh.
"Sigh, nothing good happens in your Tongshan Sect. Outside, I'm a master to others, but here I can't even be a senior brother; I have to be a junior."
Tao Mian spoke bluntly. Since the Tongshan Sect treated him rudely, he saw no need to be polite.
It wasn't that he was arrogant or deliberately putting on airs. Forget about Li Changhua or Huang Lianyu, even Wu Zhengang himself was nothing in front of an Immortal.
Immortals who stayed on Peach Blossom Mountain for a long time would occasionally visit the mortal world, finding patterned stones and blue-winged butterflies novel.
In the eyes of an Immortal, the Tongshan Sect was no different from stones and butterflies, merely a brief diversion on his long journey.
Tao Mian's obvious displeasure surprised Li Fengchan. Although their time together was short, Tao Mian had left her with the impression of being good-natured. Occasionally cheeky, but gentle and reliable.
Shen Bozhou, however, was not surprised.
The disciples who joined Peach Blossom Mountain were all exceptionally talented, and regardless of how they complained about Tao Mian, their master, they respected him in their hearts.
No matter if you were a sect leader or an emperor, you had to obediently cook and chop wood at Peach Blossom Mountain.
People of such status had to cater to Tao Mian's temperament, let alone a few descendants of prestigious families in the Cultivation World.
Immortals didn't regard them highly.
Tao Mian was already in a bad mood from being forced to wake up early. But since it was Shen Bozhou who came to wake him, he didn't want to lose his temper at his own disciple.
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But with outsiders, it was a different story.
Li Changhua was clearly angered by Tao Mian's disdainful tone. His face twitched, and he placed a hand on his sword hilt, ready to teach this "new disciple" a harsh lesson.
"Looks like the new junior brother doesn't understand our Tongshan Sect's rules. Why don't I, as your senior brother, teach you properly!"
"‘Senior Brother’," Tao Mian yawned, "be careful not to strain your old back."
Li Changhua, blinded by rage, drew his sword and attacked Tao Mian, ignoring the presence of the sect leader and elders.
Tao Mian didn't move his hands; he used his foot.
With a kick, his toe struck the bottom of Shen Bozhou's sword Frost Cold's scabbard. Frost Cold flew out of the scabbard, tracing a circle in the air, exuding a chilling aura.
Perhaps intentionally, the sword barely grazed Li Changhua's nose, making him feel as if half his face was freezing.
The cold from Frost Cold seemed to seep into one's bones.
If the Snow-Embroidered Sword unsheathed was like a flurry of goose feathers under a moonlit snowy sky, then Frost Cold was like frost descending, halting travelers, and withering all in an instant. The former was grand and mesmerizing, while the latter made one feel as if plunged into an icy abyss.
The appearance of Frost Cold silenced the noisy martial arts field for a moment.
The sword flew back into its owner's hand, and Shen Bozhou, grasping the hilt, felt a bit at a loss.
"Little Six," he heard Tao Mian's low voice behind him, "actions speak louder than words. I have an idea to help you better understand the flow of sword intent."
Tao Mian intended to use Li Changhua as a sparring partner to give his disciple a good lesson.
"From now on, just hold your sword tightly."
Shen Bozhou followed his master's words, gripping his weapon firmly.
Li Changhua finally snapped out of his daze.
That was close.
The sword nearly stripped him of his ability to resist in an instant!
Now, Li Changhua dared not underestimate his opponent. Although his target was Tao Mian, standing in his way was Shen Bozhou.
Shen Bozhou took a deep breath, recalling what his master had taught him: no matter what weapon or Immortal technique he used, he should first sink his energy into his dantian, gathering all his energy in one place without dispersing it.
Li Changhua made his move.
He wielded a heavy sword, not seeking agility, but each swing carried immense power, shaking the earth and mountains. Li Changhua's vertical slash seemed to split the air, creating a deep fissure in the martial arts field's ground!
The sword energy surged towards Shen Bozhou, but his steps remained steady. Though not highly skilled, Shen Bozhou possessed the ability to remain calm, no matter the opponent.
The sword moved with his hand.
Frost Cold traced an arc in the air, as if erecting an invisible barrier, effortlessly deflecting the opponent's heavy strike with minimal effort.
The onlooking disciples were astonished.
What just happened??
Li Changhua's heavy sword was renowned in the Tongshan Sect. He had challenged many, often leaving them in disarray, unable to retaliate.
Yet, the opponent had so effortlessly dismantled Li Changhua's deadly move?
Some disciples couldn't keep their mouths shut, blurting out "deadly move," which Tao Mian overheard.
Little Tao Immortal's eyes glinted with amusement.
"Oh my, is this considered a deadly move?"
He hadn't even moved a finger, merely lifting his eyelids slightly, and the sword in Shen Bozhou's hand moved again.
This time, he initiated the attack.
With one hand behind his back and the other holding Frost Cold, he lifted the sword tip, gathering spiritual power upon it, concentrating it, and then releasing it into the air.
Invisible ripples spread, unseen by the disciples, but clearly visible to Elder Daochen, a cultivator of profound skill.
It was exceptionally pure spiritual power!
For a moment, there was silence, as if nothing had happened. But in the next instant, an incredibly powerful force erupted from the air, targeting Li Changhua, leaving him defenseless!
Others might not recognize this move, but Shen Bozhou knew it well.
This was "Rising Wave," the first form he had practiced repeatedly on Peach Blossom Mountain, yet never fully grasped.
Who would have thought such a simple foundational form could possess such immense power!
Tao Mian seemed to see through Liu Chuan's astonishment, and he chuckled softly.
"Disciple, remember this feeling of how the first form, 'Rising Wave,' arises. Next, Master will teach you the second form of the sword technique."
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