Xianxia: Big Brother of Tianyong City

Chapter 21: “Yu’er, You’ve Arrived at the Perfect Moment”

With a shout, Xiao Yu slapped his storage pouch again, summoning the Qinghong Immortal Sword. The sword shimmered as it split into thirty-two identical blades, forming a clockwise spinning sword wheel. Each blade radiated the fiery and unyielding aura of the Illusion Sword. This stood in stark contrast to the softness of the Void Sword.

“Hmm, not bad.”

Xiao Yu admired the two massive sword wheels, one spinning clockwise and the other counterclockwise. A satisfied smile spread across his face.

At his current level, controlling thirty-two Void Swords and thirty-two Illusion Swords was his limit. As his cultivation advanced, the number of swords he could control would only increase.

With a single gesture, Xiao Yu pointed at the hovering training puppet.

The air trembled as the two sword wheels shot forward.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Void Sword Wheel and the Illusion Sword Wheel sliced through the air, striking the puppet simultaneously.

This puppet, forged from extraordinary materials, was designed to resemble a three-headed, six-armed demon. It had no offensive capabilities but boasted defences capable of withstanding the full-force strike of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator—making it the ideal target for testing offensive power.

Boom!

The twin sword wheels struck the puppet, releasing a deafening explosion. If not for the protection of the Hongmeng Space, the sound would surely have alerted others outside.

Amid the reverberating echoes, the seemingly indestructible puppet was reduced to shattered fragments, its formidable frame torn asunder.

“Such power!”

“No wonder the Void Sword of Illusions is so highly regarded.”

Xiao Yu approached the scattered remains of the puppet, picking up one of its fragments. The edges were smooth and mirror-like, as if sliced cleanly by an impossibly sharp blade.

He knew the sheer devastation of his sword wheels was due in no small part to the Pure Yang Sword, an upper-grade magical artefact. With this level of power, even a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator would struggle to withstand the assault.

“Unfortunately, I still haven’t managed to fuse the Void Sword with the Illusion Sword.”

After more than two years of intensive training in the Hongmeng Space, Xiao Yu had reached the limits of what he could achieve in isolation.

“It’s time to venture out. Perhaps the sights and experiences of the wider world will spark inspiration.”

He recalled his master Hansu Zhenren’s teachings: cultivation required both introspection and experience. A balanced combination of seclusion and adventure was key to long-term growth.

With a small smile, Xiao Yu resolved:

“First, I’ll inform Master of my plans. Then, it’s time to set out.”

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At that moment, in the serene Hanlin Library, a disciple of the Iron Pillar Temple knelt before Hansu Zhenren. His forehead was bloodied from repeated kowtows, and his voice quivered with desperation, “Hansu Senior, our Iron Pillar Temple is on the brink of catastrophe! For the sake of your past friendship with our late temple master, I implore you to send an immortal to aid us. We will be forever grateful!”

“Please, there’s no need for such excessive gestures.”

Hansu Zhenren’s voice was calm and benevolent. With a simple wave of his hand, a surge of gentle spiritual energy lifted the disciple to his feet.

“Speak plainly. What has happened?”

The Iron Pillar disciple steadied himself and began his account,

“Beneath the frozen lake below our temple lies the Moon-Devouring Wolf Emperor, a thousand-year-old demon. It was sealed long ago by our third-generation temple master, with the Ice Lake Formation suppressing its power.”

“However, after centuries of wear, the formation has begun to weaken. On the night of the full moon, the demon’s strength will peak. If the seal fails, not only will our temple be destroyed, but countless innocent lives will be lost.”

Hansu Zhenren nodded slowly,

“I’ve heard of this wolf demon before. Its strength is formidable, but the Ice Lake Formation has kept it subdued for a millennium. I assume the formation is now in need of repair?”

“Exactly, Senior,” the disciple replied anxiously. “Our temple master has tried his best, but the formation’s complexity is beyond his ability. Without assistance, the consequences will be unimaginable.”

Hansu Zhenren mulled over the situation. While he possessed the ability to resolve the issue himself, such a minor matter hardly warranted his personal attention. The Tianyong Sect was brimming with talent; assigning a capable disciple would suffice.

Let me think… Who should I send? he mused.

Xiao Yu? Ling Yue? Ling Duan? Fuxu? Zhaolin?

Just as Hansu Zhenren was deliberating, a familiar voice called from outside the library,

“Xiao Yu greets Master.”

The blue-robed Xiao Yu stood at the entrance, his Qinghong Sword sheathed at his back and his storage pouch resting at his side. He bowed respectfully.

“Yu’er,” Hansu Zhenren said, his expression brightening.

“You’ve arrived at the perfect moment.”