Chapter 552

Chapter 552: Sword Cultivator Li Bugui

“Ts! A poor monk is far more measured in my actions than you are,” Jieyin waved his hand. “Hurry up and go before I get unhappy. Why can you wander while I have to stay and work hard?”

“If you can do more work, then we’ll part ways here!” Li Hui turned to leave, as six beams of light shot out behind him, making all the ghostly figures in Dalong imperial city unable to escape. With a few soft sounds, they vanished into thin air.

Li Hui departed, leaving with boldness and elegance.

After this, no matter where high-level demon cultivators calculated, they would find the hexagrams producing anomalies, indicating that there was no such person in the world. Zhang Daoheng felt that the calamity of forgetfulness could not find a target to suppress, thinking that Li Hui had died. He settled down to cultivate, using the Di Jiang Corpse to temper his own body, not in a hurry to break through.

Two months later, on the Geng Gold Continent, at the Sky Sword Dynasty, on the northern foot of the Dagu Mountain.

That noon, more than a dozen sword shadows flew over Dagu Mountain. Before long, the sword shadows “clang clang” lodged into the mountain face, revealing more than a dozen giant swords each about five or six feet long, with a young cultivator standing on each sword’s hilt.

Someone laughed, “Hahaha, Junior Brother, what kind of incredible skill have you comprehended? Today, you win again in the contest! As per our old rule, we’ll pool our money to buy you a drink. But let me give you a piece of advice: don’t overindulge. Three days ago, you were so drunk you acted like a raging bear. Thankfully, the master came in time to suppress you, or else Sword Cottage would have been shattered. Where would we find shelter then?”

Standing on a slightly worn iron sword about a foot long was a handsome young man, tilting his neck proudly and saying, “How could I, Li Bugui, get drunk? I was just slightly tipsy that day. Do you all understand? Being slightly tipsy means floating; it’s the highest realm of drinking. It’s a pity that only I, from the Zhijian Sect, have reached this level. Push forward five hundred years or backward five hundred years, and you probably won’t find another.”

The older brothers collectively facepalmed, treating him as if they didn’t know this guy. The youngest Junior Sister chuckled, “Senior Brother, no wonder people say that a sword can break all laws, but it can’t break the hide of the wine-loving and self-aggrandizing Li Bugui from the Zhijian Sect. When it comes to drinking and boasting, don’t even mention pushing forward or backward five hundred years; even if you go back five thousand years, you’d still be the first!”

“Hahaha!” The brothers burst into laughter.

“What does this little girl know? Do you understand what it means to drink today and forget tomorrow? Do you know what it means to not let the golden goblet face the moon emptily? Real men drink! Your Senior Brother here is the real deal; of course, I can drink a lot! When you look for a man in the future, find someone like me, guaranteed to be right!”

“Senior Brother, what are you saying?” the Junior Sister blushed, realizing that Senior Brother hadn’t even had a drink today and was already babbling!

The senior brother in charge said, “Let’s go to our usual spot to eat and drink. In a few days, we’ll head to the Soul Breaking Valley to slay the ghosts; everyone needs to cultivate well and not let the Yun Jian Sect and Jin Jian Sect keep up with us.”

“Don’t worry, Senior Brother! We of the Zhijian Sect are the number one sword sect in Xiongzhou.”

The group of cultivators rode their giant swords off into the distance, frequently sending blade lights through the sky, as the Geng Gold Continent is dominated by sword cultivator sects.

The dark moon appears in the late days of each month in the Wutu Continent, while it shrouds the northern half of the Geng Gold Continent. Xiongzhou happens to be split in half, and the Zhijian Sect sends disciples to clear ghosts once a month; this has become a routine over the last two years.

Returning to Sword Cottage that night, Li Bugui was drunk again.

No, according to his words, he was just slightly tipsy!

Sword cultivators prioritize the sword, seeking to break all laws with it, and thus have an excuse to live as poor men. The Zhijian Sect is quite poor, residing in cottages on the mountain top, claiming to comprehend the sword intent of the towering opposing peaks, while the master lives in a slightly better hut.

Li Bugui burped and climbed onto his bed.

Before sleeping, he finished drawing his eleventh character on the wooden board, mumbling, “I’ve been here for fifty-five days since crossing from Wutu. I wonder where Senior Brother Yuan Ciheng and the others are. The ancient teleportation array in the ruins actually leads straight to the Geng Gold Continent. The Six Paths of Reincarnation came to me in dreams; before, there was a famous disciple in Zhijian Sect named Li Bugui, but he died half a year ago. I entered everyone’s memories in his place, so I have become him.”

“This brat! You’ve been drinking so much that you’re nearly about to pawn your Walking Sword. Lately, you’ve been talking in your sleep, disturbing the neighbors,” another brother from the cottage shook his head.

The Sword Cottage was built from fir trees, with more than fifty beds inside, accommodating over fifty people. Above each bed hung a flying sword.

Above Li Bugui’s head also hung a flying sword, different from the others. Its blade was marked with many regular green lines, showcasing an aesthetic pattern. With each breath of its owner, it floated up and down, becoming incredibly lively and magical.

The Zhijian Sect regarded Li Hui as one of their own since he inherited Li Bugui’s fate. After experiencing the Six Paths of Reincarnation once, he sealed his cultivation with immense willpower; he was only equivalent to a mid-Condense Essence sword cultivator.

Only the sect master vaguely sensed that this disciple was different from the original but, after being cautious for several days, felt relieved. This child behaved according to the rules, embedding himself within Li Bugui’s life path, seemingly seeking to comprehend some kind of extraordinary opportunity.

The Flower of the Other Shore robe and Cloud-Brush Dragon Claw Technique were also stored away. Li Hui only kept the Azure Sky Jade Symbol Sword with him; apart from that, he had nothing else. After entering the Zhijian Sect, he neither made talismans nor explored treasures. Every day, he did three things: practiced swordsmanship, drank, and boasted, living leisurely, his heart aligned with the Dao.

At dawn, sword cultivators flew to the opposing peak to practice swordplay.

By the time the sun had risen high, sword cultivator Li Bugui arrived leisurely, casually forming a few sword techniques, shaking his hand to release several sword flowers. Clearing his throat, he sang: “Black flies gold, rabbits run jade, a grain of millet in the three realms. Mountains and rivers dust for years, yin and yang invert into the mysterious valley. Life in the blink of an eye, with several guest magpies roosting on branches. Fields of mulberry to the sea, spring turns to autumn, Heaven and Earth Release the Hexagrams. In the heights of the nine heavens, the cold wind and moon, in the belly of the immortals, there are no idle worries…”

“Junior Brother, stop singing! Are you practicing swordplay or your voice?”

“Ahem! Brothers, shall we compete with the Walking Sword today? I can give you all thirty moments; let’s pool our money and reward the first place with drinks!”

“Go, go, go! You just want to take advantage of us again. What’s worth comparing with the Walking Sword? If you have the ability, let’s compare with the East Rising Sword Technique or Listening to the Sound of Refining the Sword.”

Li Bugui scratched his head, wearing a bitter face, “Are you all really going to let your Junior Brother not drink today? Just slightly tipsy! Being slightly tipsy is a state, it’s being pleasantly drowsy and lightheaded! That said, mastering the Walking Sword enables one to escape danger. That’s far more important than the East Rising Sword Technique or Listening to the Sound of Refining the Sword!”

“We can bear it!” everyone of the sword cultivators replied in unison.

The senior brother in front said with a laugh, “You little brat, practice your sword well. We aren’t going anywhere today. All you care about is drinking! Have you forgotten what day it is?”

“What day is it?”

“Haha!” The brothers laughed heartily, with someone saying, “Today is naturally the day Sister Gu returns to the mountain, the number one beautiful sword cultivator in the Zhijian Sect. Her class will have no empty seats; everyone adores her! Don’t you remember, Li Bugui, when you used to think about her? You even boastfully said that if you could become her partner, your life would be worthwhile.”

“Did I? I’m still young; maybe after a hundred years, I can find a partner. Being alone right now is much more relaxed. I can drink when I want and practice swordsmanship when I want,” Li Bugui stretched lazily, unaware that his voice echoed across the peaks.

“Hmph? Who is so arrogant? Xuanzhen can only become my partner; everyone else can stand aside.”