Chapter 11 Chen Xin is shocked, a peerless sword immortal!
The eye of ice and fire.
According to the original trajectory, the opportunity in that place should have belonged to a boy named Tang San.
but...
Qian Daobai's lips curled up slightly.
"At this point in time, Tang San is most likely still in school."
"Now that I'm here, there's no reason for me to just hand over such a rare and precious treasure."
"Let's take advantage of this trip down the mountain and intercept them."
...
About an hour later.
At the summit of the misty mountain, the two figures had vanished without a trace.
A mountain breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, and everything returned to its usual tranquility.
Suddenly, a figure appeared silently on the mountaintop, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
The newcomer wore a simple gray robe, had a gaunt face, and his eyes flashed with an astonishing light as he opened and closed them.
It was none other than the guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Sword Dao Chenxin.
He looked around, sensing the lingering sharp sword intent in the air, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"A good place."
"It really is a good place to practice swordsmanship."
He stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"It wasn't for nothing that I've been secretly observing for so long."
"Here, earth-shattering sword intent often erupts, causing the mountain peak to tremble and the sea of clouds to swirl back. There must be a master swordsman living in seclusion here."
His gaze quickly settled on the two solitary bamboo houses not far away.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Xin stepped forward.
He arrived at one of the bamboo houses, but instead of barging in, he straightened his robes and respectfully knocked on the door.
"I am Chen Xin from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. I was passing through this place when I sensed your superb sword intent. I was filled with admiration and came here to pay my respects. I hope to exchange skills with you and discuss the Dao of swordsmanship."
His voice reached the bamboo house clearly, but there was no response.
A deathly silence.
Chen Xin frowned slightly and waited a moment longer.
Still no one answered.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gave it a gentle push.
"Squeak—"
The bamboo door opened with a sound.
The interior of the house was completely visible.
A low table, two cushions, and a pot of tea that had long since gone cold.
There was nothing else besides that.
The other room was in the same situation.
The place is deserted.
"Unfortunately, we arrived too late."
Chen Xin stood in front of the empty bamboo house and sighed dejectedly.
He had thought he would meet a sword master who was on par with or even surpassed him, but he was disappointed to find that he had not met him.
"Who lives here?"
He muttered to himself, his mind filled with doubt.
"Throughout the entire continent, there are only a handful of experts who have cultivated the sword to such a level, and I have never even heard of this person before."
He paced slowly, carefully exploring the mountaintop, trying to find some clues.
In the end, however, they gained nothing.
The person left without leaving any trace.
"Never mind."
Chen Xin stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the surging sea of clouds, the disappointment in her eyes gradually turning into a glimmer of expectation.
"Since we are not destined to meet this time, let us wait for the next opportunity."
"A person with such swordsmanship is no nobody, nor would they be content with solitude."
"We will definitely meet again on the mainland in the future."
After saying that, he didn't linger. With a flash, he transformed into a sword light and disappeared into the horizon.
...
The first town at the foot of Cloud and Mist Mountain is called "Falling Clouds".
Unlike the cold and desolate mountaintop, this place is bustling with people and vehicles, full of vitality.
Qian Daobai and Qian Renxue came from the mountain path and plunged into the bustling world.
Qian Daobai was not in a hurry to get going.
He had been living in seclusion for a hundred years, having drawn his sword from the mountaintop. Now, returning to the human world, he finds everything new and exciting.
Street vendors selling sugar figurines hawk freshly baked sesame cakes, and storytellers recounting unheard-of tales and strange stories.
Qian Renxue silently followed behind him, watching her master buy a string of candied hawthorns with great interest, and then stop in front of the children's toy stall, looking somewhat dazed.
She had never seen a master like this before.
Having shed the aloofness and majesty of a god atop the mountain, he now resembled a long-lost traveler returning home, filled with curiosity and gentleness towards all things mundane.
This trip lasted for half a month.
The two found a quiet courtyard to stay in. During the day, Qian Daobai took Qian Renxue to stroll around the city, tasting all kinds of delicacies and seeing all kinds of scenery.
Qian Renxue gradually got used to this slower pace, and her heart, which had been tense because of her identity and the great cause of the Spirit Hall, finally relaxed for once.
Early that morning, Qian Renxue finished dressing and changed into a light yellow outfit that allowed her to move around easily, outlining her slender and graceful figure.
She came to the courtyard and saw Qian Daobai sitting at the stone table, leisurely enjoying tea.
"Master, what are we going to do today?"
The girl's voice was clear and melodious, carrying a hint of anticipation that she herself was unaware of.
This two-week "trip" was an experience she had never had in her twenty years.
Qian Daobai put down his teacup and looked up at her.
"I'm not playing today."
A slight smile played on his lips.
"I'll take you to buy something nice."
Qian Renxue's eyes lit up.
The "good stuff" that Master mentioned must be extraordinary.
What is it?
She pressed for more information out of curiosity.
Qian Daobai kept everyone in suspense, simply standing up.
"You'll see when you get there."
Qian Renxue suppressed her curiosity and followed Qian Daobai.
The two walked through several bustling streets and finally stopped in front of a pharmacy that looked quite old.
The pharmacy has a small storefront, but the signboard is simple and dignified, with the three large characters "Baicaotang" written on it. A rich aroma of herbs wafts out of the store.
Qian Renxue followed Qian Daobai inside, her beautiful golden eyes curiously surveying her surroundings.
The walls were covered with countless medicine cabinets, and the air was filled with a unique aroma of herbs and minerals.
"Is this a pharmacy?"
"Master is here to buy medicine?"
She was somewhat puzzled.
With Master's godlike abilities, would he still need ordinary medicinal herbs?
An elderly shopkeeper with white hair and beard looked up from behind the counter. Seeing Qian Daobai's demeanor, he dared not be negligent and quickly got up to greet him.
What would you like to order, sir?
Qian Daobai didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.
"Shopkeeper, how much whale glue do you have?"
Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in the old shopkeeper's cloudy eyes as he re-examined the young man in white before him.
Whale glue is not an ordinary medicinal material; it is expensive and ordinary people simply cannot afford it.
"That depends on how much the guests need."
The old shopkeeper stroked his beard, his tone becoming increasingly polite.
"Due to different years, the quality varies, and the prices naturally differ greatly."
Qian Daobai nodded slightly.
"Take them all out and let me see them."
The shopkeeper nodded, turned around, and carefully took out several jade boxes of different sizes from a locked cabinet.
(End of chapter)