Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 150

Chapter 150 The Sword Lord is born

The soul has no clothes, and the clothes that the Sword Lord wears in his soul state are illusions, so he can be considered as wearing no clothes.

In other words, the Sword Lord’s soul has been running n*ked for four thousand years, and now that he has returned to his body, he finally has clothes to wear.

The Sword Lord still felt a little uncomfortable, and the thought of his soul leaving his body and wandering thousands of miles was brewing.

He quickly suppressed this terrifying thought.

The Sword Lord’s soul and body were one, sitting upright on the throne, his eyes like lightning, like a sage among swords. Now he can be considered a true Tribulation Crossing Stage, thoroughly mastering the rules of the Sword Tomb and being able to control the Sword Tomb at will.

The two returned to the second floor, only to see two more acquaintances next to Qin Luan, they were Zhang Long and Lu Bucong, who had been at the tea stall and treated Jiang Li to tea and snacks.

“What, your senior sect member who is waiting outside the Sword Tomb is only in the Nascent Soul Stage?” Zhang Long was surprised.

“Fellow Daoist Qin Luan, while I appreciate your help, it was reckless. Those guys have a Spirit Transformation Stage elder outside the Sword Tomb!” Lu Bcong worried for Qin Luan. “If they use their power to overpower us, we’ll all be in trouble.”

He gritted his teeth and said, “This whole thing started with the two of us. After we leave the Sword Tomb, we’ll distract them, and you can escape!”

“No, they’ve also got their eyes on Fellow Daoist Qi Sha’s male and female swords. They’ll definitely be keeping an eye on you!”

“What should we do?” Lu Bcong and Zhang Long were scrambling.

“Don’t worry, fellow Daoists! We’ll enter the secret realm with the elder. With him here, we’ll be safe,” Song Ying reassured.

“Elder? Do you have deep roots, the backing of a major sect, or a Tribulation Crossing Stage elder?” Zhang Long didn’t believe it. Only a Tribulation Crossing Stage elder could enter the Sword Tomb without violating its rules.

It couldn’t be a Mahayana Stage Human Emperor wandering into the Sword Tomb. That Human Emperor would have way too much free time. If

he had so much free time, why didn’t he just go to the tea stall for some tea?

“There aren’t any seniors in the Tribulation Crossing Stage…”

“What’s all the fuss?”

Jiang Li and the Sword Lord appeared nearby.

Seeing the Human Emperor and the Sword Lord, who had regained his body, Qin Luan and the others hurriedly saluted.

“Qian Li?” Zhang Long and Lu Bcong recognized Jiang Li.

Jiang Li greeted them.

“It’s like this,” Qin Luan stepped forward to explain the situation. “These two are Fellow Daoists Zhang Long and Lu Bucong. They obtained two mid-grade magical swords and were targeted. The other party, outnumbered and powerful, used threats and intimidation to try to sell them at a low price, threatening to make their way through the Sui Dynasty!”

“You two Daoists are also stubborn… passionate people. They flatly refused to sell, and the other party, infuriated, tried to snatch them away.”

“I couldn’t bear it, so I helped them, and Li Fugui also helped. Of course, they couldn’t defeat me, but they also set their sights on Li Fugui’s male and female swords. Before leaving, they threatened to stay in the secret realm for life, otherwise, if they left, they would let their master give us a hard time.”

“Are such people worthy of being sword cultivators? They are truly a disgrace to sword cultivators.” The Sword Lord was slightly furious at this, feeling contempt for the person Qin Luan was talking about.

Aside from Jiang Li, anyone capable of comprehending the three sword techniques and reaching the second level was considered a sword cultivator. The only difference was whether or not they made sword cultivation their primary focus.

The Sword Lord called himself the Sword Lord because he believed that all sword cultivators should be as graceful and elegant as gentlemen. Those who robbed and bullied others by force were unworthy of being sword cultivators.

All the swords on the second floor of the Sword Tomb were won by the Sword Lord in bets; none were stolen.

Only Zhang Long and Lu Bucong took the threats seriously; no one else paid any attention, not even Little Fox, who had long recognized Mr. Jiang. Who else

could disregard the Sword Tomb’s rules and pull out a sword as easily as a carrot? And with the surname Jiang, who else could it be but the current Human Emperor, Jiang Li?

Qin Luan truly possessed great good fortune; he had chosen the right person, Little Fox rejoiced.

“Congratulations, Senior, on obtaining a physical body!” Song Ying was the most astute of the group, the first to congratulate the Sword Lord, causing his slightly angry brow to soften.

Little Fox, clasping her fists and mewling, joined in the congratulations. In terms of both age and cultivation, she was considered the Sword Lord’s junior.

“Congratulations, Senior, on obtaining a physical body,” Seven Killing Daozi and Qin Luan followed suit.

“Congratulations, senior, on obtaining a physical body.” Although they didn’t know the reason, Zhang Long and Lu Bcong chimed in.

Unlike Jiang Li, the Sword Lord’s image was widely known, making him easily recognized on the street. Not to mention that he had reached the Tribulation Crossing Stage four thousand years ago, so Zhang Long and Lu Bcong certainly had no way of knowing him.

However, they could roughly guess the identity of this great man, and their hearts were pounding.

“Good, good, good!” The Sword Lord laughed heartily, his slight unhappiness vanishing.

Indeed, today is the day I have regained my body, how can I let something sordid ruin my mood?

“Sword Lord, the younger generation offers congratulations, and the elders should also express their gratitude,” Jiang Li said with a smile.

The Sword Master laughed heartily. “That’s right, I was confused.”

“Your name is Song Ying, right?” The Sword Master took a liking to Song Ying, the first one to congratulate him. Everyone liked a clever and adorable junior. “I see you’re not devoted to the way of the sword, and the weapon you wield isn’t a spirit sword. Giving you a spirit sword would be useless.”

The Sword Master’s fingertips shone with sword energy, and his five fingers clenched inward, forming a half-fist. When he opened his hand, five pitch-black pills lay in his palm.

“These are sword pills, imbued with my five sword intents. They can crush an enemy. A Spirit Transformation Stage

cultivator would be fatal if attacked, and a Fusion Stage cultivator would be severely injured if confronted head-on.” The Sword Master handed the five sword pills to Song Ying, who treasured them in her gourd. These were life-saving treasures. Although Qin Luan had always managed to escape danger, it was like walking on a tightrope, ultimately unsafe. With the sword pills, their journey would be safe.

“This… little fox.” The Sword Master wanted to mention the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox, but seeing the little fox desperately winking at him, he guessed it didn’t want to reveal its identity to the younger generation.

He tapped the little fox’s forehead.

“I’m unfamiliar with the ways of transformation and enchantment. However, I once stumbled upon a hidden place belonging to your fox clan’s ancestors. The mark I just inscribed into your spirit altar is a map of that place. If you have time, you can go and see it.”

The little fox quickly raised its paw in thanks.

The Sword Master then produced his possessed spirit sword and inscribed it with a series of restrictions, gradually lowering its quality until it reached the level of a high-grade spiritual weapon.

The Sword Lord handed the spirit sword to Qin Luan.

“This sword is the one I used before breaking through the Tribulation Crossing Stage. It’s called Yunhuang. It can part the clouds, reveal the wilderness, and change the world. If you force it, it’ll be like a child swinging a sledgehammer, hurting yourself more than your enemy. I’ve branded this sword with restrictions to suppress its level, making it perfect for your current use. As your cultivation grows, you can gradually unseal it until you can unleash the full power of Yunhuang.”

“Don’t bring disgrace upon the reputation of Yunhuang,” the Sword Lord warned.

“Thank you, Lord Jian.”

“Li Fugui, you are the one who is most passionate about swordsmanship among them, that’s right.” Lord Jian nodded, “I see that you have the Jiange skills, but am I a disciple of Jiange?”

“Replying to Lord Jian, I am a Taoist of the Wuqing Sect. According to records, the founder of the Wuqing Sect came from Jiange, so it can be regarded as a branch of Jiange.”

“Wuqing Sect, so you follow the Wuqing swordsmanship?” Lord Jian was surprised, “But I see that you look very happy, which doesn’t seem like you are practicing the Wuqing swordsmanship.”

The swordsmanship is divided into the affectionate swordsmanship and the unfeeling swordsmanship, and Lord Jian follows the affectionate swordsmanship.

Taoist Qi Sha replied bitterly: “As the son of the sect leader, I must also practice the ruthless sword art. However, I am not a ruthless person, so how can I practice it? So I pretend to practice the ruthless sword art during the day, and secretly practice the compassionate sword art at night. Unexpectedly, I pretended so well that everyone saw that I was the most ruthless, so they elected me to be the Taoist.” “

I have always kept a blank expression in the sect, pretending to be ruthless.”

“…It’s hard for you.” This was the first time that the Sword Lord met such a person. “Since you are a branch of my Sword Pavilion, I will accept you as my disciple and inherit my mantle.”

Taoist Qi Sha was dizzy by this sudden surprise. What virtue did he have to be qualified to become the Sword Lord’s disciple?

He quickly knelt and saluted, “Master, I receive Li Fugui’s greetings.”

“Hahaha, disciples, quickly rise.”

The Sword Lord produced two small sword-shaped wooden tokens and handed them to Zhang Long and Lu Bcong. “These are my tokens. If you encounter difficulties in the future, come to the Sword Pavilion and find me. I will help you once.”

Zhang Long and Lu Bcong were stunned. They had never imagined their fantasy would come true. The Sword Lord, who had disappeared for four thousand years, had just appeared before them and given them the legendary Sword Lord Token.

With the Sword Lord Token, they could use it more effectively than any other spiritual sword.

As for the threats outside the Sword Tomb, they had long since forgotten them.

They were simply curious about the true identity of this Daoist Brother Qian Li. To be able to converse so freely with the Sword Lord, he must be a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Unfortunately, they didn’t recognize any Tribulation Crossing cultivators and couldn’t make the connection.

“Congratulations, Sword Lord, on obtaining a physical body,” Jiang Li congratulated him sincerely, extending his hand to receive the gift.

The Sword Lord smiled bitterly, “Please let me go. What’s so valuable about me? How about I give up my body and use it to refine into a puppet?”

“I don’t even consider a puppet from the Tribulation Crossing stage. An Immortal is fine, but there’s one thing I need you to do.” Jiang Li said with a smile, “The Dao Sect’s leader, Bai Hongtu, is now known as the greatest swordsman in the Nine Provinces. I want you to fight him.”

“If he were him, he’d certainly be worthy of that title.” The Sword Lord thought of Bai Hongtu, who was only at the Golden Core stage. His swordsmanship talent was the strongest he’d ever seen, rivaling his own. The Sword Lord’s

interest piqued. Four thousand years ago, he too was known as the greatest swordsman in the Nine Provinces. Even if Jiang Li hadn’t mentioned it, he would have challenged this younger swordsman once he had fully recovered. After

receiving Jiang Li’s guidance and realizing the source of his inner demons, the Sword Lord changed his ways, and his mind and cultivation grew, becoming even stronger than before. He wanted to see just how much gold this current Nine Provinces’ greatest swordsman could hold.

Jiang Li was delighted to see the Dao Sect’s excitement. This trip was worthwhile.

…

“Disciple, you said you got the male sword, but it was snatched away by the villain holding the female sword. Are you serious?” Xuan Beizi asked loudly with an eager look in his eyes, attracting the attention of those around him.

“Absolutely true.” Wang Jue vowed, “You know my disciple’s talent in swordsmanship. It’s normal for him to get the male sword. What’s hateful is that the thief and his helpers took the sword away when I was not prepared! These people can all testify!”

Wang Jue’s followers nodded hurriedly, saying that what the eldest brother said was right.

Xuan Beizi thought to himself, “Don’t I know what your talent in swordsmanship is? You can pull out a low-grade magic weapon-level spirit sword. It’s considered short-sighted. You must be greedy for money and want to snatch the swords away.” However,

Xuan Beizi didn’t care about his disciple’s lies. He even helped his disciple because he was also greedy for money and wanted to get the two swords.

Those were the swords used by the Sword Lord during the fusion stage. Presenting them to the ancestor Yu Xingchen would surely gain his appreciation.

The sect’s order prohibits robbery and plunder. Given this, Xuan Beizi seized the opportunity to build momentum, persuading those outside the Sword Tomb to believe they were right. If they refused, he would be bullying the weak and openly seizing the spiritual sword.

“Was Wang Jue’s sword really stolen?” a passerby was surprised.

His friend scoffed, “You believe Wang Jue’s words? It’s your first day out. Everyone knows that Wang Jue and his disciples are notorious bandits. Staying in the Sui Dynasty limits their scope. If they were in the Bai Ze Dynasty, they would definitely be the local tyrants, and the eight vassal kings would all seek out their scriptures!”

“You say they’re just newcomers? I’m not that strong-armed. The eight vassal kings are long gone. With the Qiongqi King and the Qilin King dead, the other six kings have bowed down and paid homage to the White Snow Spirit Queen. How could they still dare to claim to be kings?”

“Really?”

“I lied to you, Wang Jue.”

Qin Luan and the others were the last to emerge, attracting everyone’s attention.

“Master, they were the ones who stole my sword!” Wang Jue shouted, demanding Xuan Beizi make the final decision.

Although they had anticipated a disturbance, Qi Sha Daozi had never imagined someone would go so far as to distort the truth and even turn the tables on them.

“You’re being unreasonable,” Qin Luan frowned, his good mood after receiving the Yunhuang Sword completely ruined.

“It’s clear you’re trying to steal the swords of fellow Daoists Zhang Long and Lu Bucong, and you’re also targeting Qi Sha Daozi’s sword!” Song Ying sternly declared.

Wang Jue sneered, “Don’t play the victim. To be honest, my master is a master of the Spiritual Transformation Stage. Your lies are useless. My master can tell who’s lying at a glance!”

The crowd fell silent. Indeed, regardless of the truth, Xuan Beizi was the most powerful person present. Whether it was true or false didn’t matter; what mattered was Xuan Beizi’s opinion.

This wasn’t the Great Zhou. If they could report it to the authorities, the Great Sui authorities wouldn’t care about someone like Xuan Beizi, who had the support of the Mantian Xingyu Sect. No matter the outcome, it would be a disaster, and it might even upset the Fusion Stage masters.

Anyone could tell Wang Jue was lying, but so what? The bigger the fist, the more powerful the law.

“Master, you have to make the decision for me.” Seeing that Qin Luan and the others wouldn’t obediently hand over their swords, Wang Jue was overjoyed. “I told you, Master, I’ll show you what I can do!”

Wang Jue wondered why Master hadn’t made a move yet. He turned around and asked, “Master?”

Xuan Beizi broke out in a cold sweat, his teeth chattering, his heart pounding. If others didn’t recognize the Sword Lord, how could he not?

As a mid-level member of the Fearless Alliance, he had learned the Fearless Alliance’s origins and had seen its portrait.

The Sword Lord, this was definitely the Sword Lord!

The Sword Lord was resurrected!

The Sword Lord that the Fearless Alliance feared was resurrected!

Xuan Beizi even wanted to kill his own disciple. This damned disciple was truly capable. He had even blackmailed the Sword Lord. If you’re tired of living, don’t drag me into this.

“Your apprentice said he wants you to show us something,” the Sword Master asked slowly. “What do you want to show us?”

Xuan Beizi forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

“Do you think I look good?”

(End of this chapter)