Fellow Taoist: Do you have any spiritual stones on you?

East Sanctuary!

Xingyun Ancient City!

Jingle bell~~~, jingle bell~~~

Accompanied by the clear ringing of bells, a young monk with an ordinary appearance, his left arm hanging in the air, and a rusty short knife at his waist, walked slowly over.

Wherever it passed, the monks automatically moved out of the way.

"Du Yidao!!"

"Yes, that's him, dagger, bell, gray robe——"

"This is Du Yidao, who is known as the best swordsman of the younger generation. I heard that he only uses one sword when facing the enemy. He doesn't make any moves easily. If he does, he will die!"

"Wu Yun, who is so domineering, has probably realized the great perfection of the 'Strength of Martial Arts'!"

"Half a month ago, I killed Yan Yingchen with one sword. The opponent was a master who understood the 'Strength of Martial Arts' Small Perfection. Du Yidao will definitely achieve the Great Perfection!"

"..."

The monks were talking a lot, but Du Yidao walked steadily and calmly as if nothing was wrong, and went straight to Wanbao Pavilion, the largest chamber of commerce in Xingyun Ancient City!

Wanbao Pavilion is all-encompassing and has everything you need. It is one of the top ten super large chambers of commerce in the Eastern Sanctuary.

Their branches are all over the Eastern Holy Territory, with millions of disciples and countless masters.

The disciple at the door recognized Du Yidao and greeted him with a smile.

"Please--"

Du Yidao stepped into Wanbao Pavilion.

“Excuse me, are there ‘Tears of the Saint’ here?”

After burying his senior sister in a treasure place, he began to walk in the Eastern Holy Territory, looking for the whereabouts of the 'Tears of the Saint'.

"Have!"

The elder deacon's words made Du Yidao's eyes sparkle with two gleams of light!

Just ask for the price!

The exaggerated price was as expected by Du Yidao.

"I don't have that many spiritual stones with me now. I'll pay a deposit first and pick them up in two years!"

‘Tears of the Saint’ is hard to find in the world, so if you find it, you can’t let it go. Du Yidao doesn’t have enough spiritual stones, but according to the rules of Wanbao Pavilion, he still pays a deposit in advance and can keep it for up to two years.

"Deposit, ten middle-grade spiritual veins!" the elderly deacon said with a smile.

"Okay!" Du Yidao nodded solemnly, immediately took out a storage ring and handed it to the elderly deacon.

"Go to the warehouse and keep the 'Tears of the Saint'." The elder deacon glanced at the storage ring. After confirming that it was correct, he whispered to the disciple behind him.

"Please wait a moment. After verification, I will get you the voucher!"

Du Yidao sat aside, his body upright.

However, after a long time, I still didn’t get the certificate of ‘Tears of the Saint’.

After another long while, the older deacon from before came over with an apology on his face.

"I'm really sorry, 'Tears of the Saint' was bought by someone, and they paid the full price, so——"

Du Yidao frowned, knowing that the monk who bought the 'Tears of the Saint' was not earlier than him, but he paid the full price and could understand Wanbao Pavilion's approach.

"Is the monk who bought the 'Tears of the Saint' still in the Wanbao Pavilion?"

"Just got out!"

"Thank you!"

Du Yidao did not ask about the identity of the other party, and it would be in vain if he asked. Wanbao Pavilion could not reveal the identity of the buyer!

He used the most direct method, rushed out of Wanbao Pavilion, stood on the street, and then took a sharp breath, "Please show up, fellow Taoist who purchased the 'Tears of the Saint', Du. I have something to discuss with you!"

As soon as he said this, the monks on the street looked sideways and gave him strange looks.

Du Yidao shouted the same thing three times.

Just when he thought the other party wouldn't show up, a cold voice sounded behind him.

"What's the matter with me?"

Du Yidao turned his head and looked around, and a graceful figure came into view. His black hair was tied up high, giving people a noble feeling.

The female cultivator is very mysterious, her face is covered with a thin veil, and her appearance cannot be seen through.

A silver moon is engraved on the plain white dress!

The faint coercion emanating from his body made him feel palpitated.

This is a peerless talent from Mingyue Palace.

"Fellow Taoist, are you the one who bought the 'Tears of the Saint'?" Du Yidao asked in a deep voice, clasping a fist with one hand.

"So what?" the female cultivator asked coldly.

"If you have any request, I can give up my love!" Du Yidao said his true intention directly without beating around the bush.

"I won't give up my love, this is what my master needs -" the female cultivator decisively refused without leaving any room.

Hearing this, Du Yidao frowned.

After a few brief questions and answers, he guessed the identity of the female nun.

The only direct disciple of the Lord of the Mingyue Palace—Fairy Yanran!

According to legend, she is extremely powerful, talented, and extremely beautiful, ranking among the most beautiful women in the Eastern Saint Region!

Waves of exclamations came from all around, and their eyes were blazing as they looked at Fairy Yanran.

"The direct disciple of the Palace Master of Mingyue Palace, his status is almost the same as that of the Young Palace Master!"

"Oh my God, I finally saw a real person. Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Fairy Yanran is even more stunning than the legend!"

"What does Du Yidao want to do? Is he trying to steal Fairy Yanran's 'Tears of the Saint'?"

"..."

This idea came up and everyone was excited. Du Yidao, the number one swordsman of the younger generation; Fairy Yanran, the direct disciple of the Lord of Mingyue Palace.

If the two of them faced each other, sparks would definitely hit the earth.

The monks rushed to tell each other.

Soon, the surroundings were crowded with monks.

Du Yidao's expression remained as usual, his eyes lowered.

After a while, a sentence popped out: "I must get the 'Tears of the Saint'!"

"Humph——," Fairy Yanran's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled and then relaxed again.

The number one swordsman of the younger generation, she wanted to test his skills.

"Take action!" she said coldly.

"excuse me!"

Du Yidao pulled out the broken knife from his waist, and the crisp sound of bells floated.

He shouted softly, and the broken knife in his hand seemed to be resurrected, blooming with brilliance.

Clang——

The loud trembling sound of metal resounded through the entire street. The monks with lower cultivation levels nearby felt the unparalleled sword intent, and their expressions changed drastically.

Ding Ding Ding-

The monks kept retreating, their hearts seemed to be being beaten violently, and a strange blush appeared between their brows.

"This is the 'Power of the Sword' of Dzogchen. Monks who have not understood this level should try to understand it and don't bear it hard. This is a great opportunity!"

The kind-hearted older monk reminded everyone in a deep voice.

This is really astonishing. At the fourth level of Yuanfu Realm, one can comprehend the Dzogchen ‘Power of the Sword’, which is rare in the entire Eastern Saint Region.

Many Dao Palace monks have barely reached this point.

He is the number one swordsman among the younger generation, and his reputation is well-deserved.

Many knowledgeable monks couldn't help but sigh.

When a sword light dozens of meters long stood in the sky, their eyes turned to Fairy Yanran at the other end.

No one doubted her strength, they just wanted to see how she would deal with such a powerful enemy.

Is the direct disciple of the Lord of Mingyue Palace hydrated?

Fairy Yanran was seen standing there, with the corners of her veiled mouth slightly raised.

Strange haloes of light emerged from the body, and an invincible aura emerged overwhelmingly.

Everyone's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and the corners of their mouths were twitching.

"This... this is the 'Martial Heart'!!" A gray-haired monk exclaimed.

"What, Fairy Yanran has actually comprehended the 'Martial Heart'. This is too exaggerated. Doesn't it mean that only the Dao Palace realm can enter such a realm?"

"It's not the real 'Martial Heart', it's just a prototype. Even so, it's amazing. The direct disciple of the Lord of Mingyue Palace, he really deserves his reputation!"

"The prototype has emerged, is the true 'Martial Heart' still far away? She will definitely be able to comprehend the complete 'Martial Heart' before the Tao Palace realm!" Someone came to a conclusion.

"I thought that Fairy Yanran was famous because of her appearance, but I never thought that her strength far exceeded her appearance!"

"After today, Fairy Yanran will definitely be famous in the Eastern Holy Territory!"

"..."

The moment his 'Martial Power' was suppressed, Du Yidao knew that he was no match for Fairy Yanran in front of him.

However, he did not feel fear, and his fighting spirit became more and more violent.

This long-lost feeling came to his heart and made his soul stir!

"cut--"

"break--"

The brilliant sword was like splitting the space, and the ancient city formations were shining.

The two incomparable forces collided, erupting into a blazing light that was so dazzling that it made people lose their minds.

The monks around him looked horrified, their souls trembling uncontrollably.

After the knife was passed, the light never dissipated for a long time.

puff--

A bright red splashed out, Du Yidao's face turned pale, and his right hand holding the short knife was shaking violently.

With a bitter look on his face, he raised his hands to Fairy Yanran: "I lost!"

Fairy Yanran on the other side didn't even move her body.

Two willow eyebrows are naturally embedded in the forehead. Through the tulle, everyone can vaguely see the stunning face and peerless style.

"You are very strong. If you are in the same realm as me, it will take a lot of effort to defeat you!"

Fairy Yanran's voice was very calm, revealing a sense of infinite confidence, which made all the young monks present have an orgasm!

"Oh——, that's so strong, Fairy Yanran is the best in the world!"

"Awesome, really awesome. From today on, I am Fairy Yanran's crazy fan!"

"She deserves her reputation - even Du Yidao is no match for her. Who among her peers can defeat her!"

"..."

Du Yidao's strength is unquestionable and shocking; while Fairy Yanran's strength is even more unbelievable and terrifying.

"When I understand the 'Heart of the Sword', I will challenge you again. Please keep the 'Tears of the Saint' in your hand!" The broken knife returned to his waist, and Du Yidao turned around expressionlessly.

"As I said before, the Tears of the Saint will not give in unless I fall!" Fairy Yanran's voice was still cold.

......

The defeated Du Yidao came to the Qinglian Sword Sect not far from Xingyun Ancient City!

"I found the 'Tears of the Saint', but in the hands of Fairy Yanran, I am no match!" Du Yidao said bluntly when he saw Yu Qiuyun.

After Yu Qiuyun returned to the Qinglian Sword Sect, she kept a low profile for a year and killed the senior brother who had caused her to be trapped in the mining area. She rose again and became the top genius of the Qinglian Sword Sect.

Different from Du Yidao, she has been practicing hard during this period, and her cultivation level has directly reached the sixth level of Yuanfu Realm.

"Fairy Yanran? The one from Mingyue Palace?" Yu Qiuyun asked with a frown.

Although Qinglian Sword Sect is not as good as Mingyue Palace, it is only a step behind. She is not afraid of offending the so-called fairy Yanran.

Moreover, competition among the younger generation is something that is encouraged by various sects. As long as lives are not involved, defeat can only be regarded as inferior in skill, and the older generation will not take action.

"Yeah!" Du Yidao nodded lightly.

"What state is she in now?"

"It should be the eighth level of the Yuan Mansion who has understood the rudiment of the 'Martial Heart'!"

"In a fight at the same level, I will be worthy of anyone!" Yu Qiuyun whispered, fighting spirit rising all over his body.

A few days later, the two went out together.

Still in Xingyun Ancient City, still on that street!

Yu Qiuyun used a simple provoking method to force Fairy Yanran to fight on the same level.

She couldn't believe the result. The two fought each other for a hundred moves, and Yu Qiuyun lost without any suspense.

Fortunately, after five years in the mining area, my Taoist heart was strong and I did not lose my inner demons.

This battle basically established Fairy Yanran's reputation as the number one among the younger generation.

The two people who returned home in defeat frowned. After discussing for a few days, they decided to go find Gu Feng.

"Counting the time, he should be out of no man's land!" Du Yidao said in a deep voice.

"He was framed as a flower picker before he arrived. Who did he offend?" Yu Qiuyun looked at the reward lists everywhere and smiled bitterly.

If she hadn't been with Gu Feng for more than half a year, she would have been misled.

The two of them were paying attention to Fairy Yanran's movements while wandering around the ancient cities in the Eastern Holy Region.

Look for traces of Gu Feng!

Almost at the same time, Gu Feng also walked out of the desert!

Standing on the solid soil that he had not seen for a long time, Gu Feng was filled with pride and couldn't help but look up to the sky and scream!

"what------"

“Finally out of this shitty desert!!”

To be continued————————