History's Strongest Senior Brother c1-1474

by 八月飞鹰, Ba Yue Fei Ying, August Eagle

  Looking at Yan Zhaoge, he sighed slowly towards the heavens before admitting frankly, “I lose!”

  “Prime Clear sword arts losing to Prime Clear sword arts-not shameful at all,” Yan Zhaoge smiled.

  Everyone else was bemused. It had clearly been an evenly matched battle previously, however one looked at it. Why had Wen Daihong cleanly admitted his defeat like this?

  Having blocked Yan Zhaoge’s path and challenged him, he was clearly a stubborn, hardcore person who would not admit his loss easily.

  “Fellow Daoist Wen, what exactly is this…” Wang Shun looked disbelievingly towards Wen Daihong.

  Wang Daihong glanced at them, his expression turning more complex as he simply sighed, “Look at your backs.”

  History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 1113: Sword Dao Ever Through Straight Centre True, Vile Wretches Often End Impure Impaled Cold

  HSSB1113: Sword Dao Ever Through Straight Centre True, Vile Wretches Often End Impure Impaled Cold

  Yan Zhaoge had faced Wen Daihong’s Immortal Slaughtering Sword with an Immortal Slaughtering Sword of his own.

  His attainments in the sword arts of the Prime Clear lineage ultimately surpassed the predictions of many of these Prime Clear sword cultivators.

  After all, Yan Zhaoge was viewed as a descendant of the Jade Clear lineage as many of his dazzling exploits back in the World beyond Worlds had been unrelated to the legacies of the Prime Clear lineage.

  Under such circumstances, that he could still possess such great attainments in the sword arts of the Prime Clear lineage was shocking indeed.

  It was common knowledge that for someone to have higher accomplishments in a martial art, talent aside, painstaking effort was also necessary.

  With Yan Zhaoge’s current age, he had accomplished what others would take decades or even centuries to accomplish. How could these spectators not feel astonished??

  Despite this, the descendants of the Prime Clear lineage were actually rejoicing inwardly at how Yan Zhaoge had mirrored Wen Daihong’s use of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.

  This was due to their pride at the sword dao legacies of their Prime Clear lineage.

  The sword duel between the two had demonstrated the wonders and terrors of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword so wonderfully that everyone had been thoroughly enraptured by it.

  Yet, Wen Daihong had actually given up and admitted defeat partway through the fight. This shocked all the spectators once again.

  Everyone’s gazes congregated on Wen Daihong.

  While those with relatively lower cultivation bases could not understand Wen Daihong’s decision, those with relatively higher cultivation bases, such as Wang Shun, were even more puzzled.

  “No injuries are visible?” From what they had seen, the battle had been evenly matched, with neither side gaining an advantage.

  Although the nature of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword made it such that their duel had been perilous, Wen Daihong did not have a single injury on him. This being the case, the match should simply have ended in a draw at most.

  Speaking of which, even if it had ultimately concluded in a draw, the news would still have been sufficient to shake the entire Roving Jade Heavens.

  Yan Zhaoge was not a pure sword cultivator after all, let alone one of the Prime Clear lineage.

  As for Wen Daihong, not only was he a sword cultivator of the Prime Clear direct lineage, he was also an elite of his generation.

  Even the son of Long Xueji, Long Hanhua, might not possess a certainty of being able to defeat him cleanly.

  One had to note that this was Long Hanhua, and not Lin Hanhua.

  In order to keep up his identity as the head disciple of Golden Court Mountain, Lin Hanhua, Long Hanhua had been unable to exert his fullest abilities.

  In being able to compete with him, Wen Daihong’s great martial prowess was self-evident.

  He was also stubborn and single-minded with a strong desire to win. As a result, wanting him to take the initiative to admit defeat was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

  Yet, facing Yan Zhaoge at this moment, Wen Daihong had actually readily admitted defeat and accepted his inferiority!

  This truly was out of the predictions of Wang Shun and the others.

  While others might purposefully surrender to get in the good books of the more influential figures of the Roving Jade heavens that Yan Zhaoge was familiar with, it was absolutely unthinkable that Wen Daihong might do so.

  Let alone Wang Shun and the other Ashen Spirit Valley martial practitioners, even the disciples of Minor White Peak present felt greatly disbelieving of this.

  “Look at your backs,” Wen Daihong had already gotten over his despondence from the loss, though his expression also turned even more complex as he looked at the faces of Wang Shun and the rest.

  On receiving such a reminder by Wen Daihong, the hearts of Wang Shun and the other Ashen Spirit Valley disciples instead tensed.

  Shooting glances to their companions on either side, only one of them decided to look over Wang Shun’s shoulder to glance at his back, immediately letting out a startle exclamation.

  “What is it?” Wang Shun frowned, next impatiently turning to look at another person’s back as he received no reply.

  After looking at it, a strange expression overtook his face as he felt a compulsion to take a few steps back and look at everyone’s backs.

  “What exactly is the matter?” Wang Shun pressed.

  An expression that was sadder than crying appeared on the other party’s face, “Senior apprentice-uncle, your clothes are broken. A ‘vile’ character has been carved onto it. As for senior apprentice-brother Hou to my right, on his back is the ‘often’ character…”

  “Stand still and don’t move, all of you!” Wang Shun urgently commanded, taking a few steps back.

  Next, he saw that a character was carved onto the backs of each of his fellow disciples before him, adorning their clothes.

  From left to right, they were: ‘sword’, ‘dao’, ‘ever’, ‘through’, ‘straight’, ‘centre’, ‘true’, ‘wretches’, ‘often’, ‘end’, ‘impure’, ‘impaled’, ‘cold’.

  Adding on that ‘vile’ character on his own back, that made for a total of exactly fourteen words.

  Sword Dao Ever Through Straight Centre True, Vile Wretches Often End Impure Impaled Cold.

  As he dazedly gazed at this scene, Wang Shun felt that it was just completely inconceivable.

  Amongst those whose clothes had become calligraphy mediums, himself included, there had been two eighth level Martial Saints, six seventh level Martial Saints and six sixth level Martial Saints. Of the fourteen of them, none had noticed anything abnormal at all during the process!

  Fourteen words, with at least four strokes required to draw even the simplest one.

  Four swords!

  If Yan Zhaoge had wished to claim their lives, of the fourteen of them, even the one who had died the least would have been slaughtered four times already!

  Let alone those words that needed many, many more strokes…

  Cutting one’s clothes in doing calligraphy yet leaving them untouched and wholly unaware.

  As descendants of the lineage of the Cloud Emperor, Wang Shun’s group bore many treasures as well.

  Even these treasures that guarded them had not been alerted as words had been left behind. How skilled must the wielder be?

  Most noteworthy was that Yan Zhaoge had not utilised some light, intricate sword art in this process.

  He had used the Immortal Slaughtering Sword which was fierce and dangerous to the extreme, killing being its main goal.

  In Yan Zhaoge’s hands, the brutal killing intent inherent to such a sword art could be retracted and unleashed freely. The difficulty of this was far greater than for other martial arts.

  “It was not just the Immortal Slaughtering Sword!” Wang Shun’s mind spun, “There was the Immortal Trapping Sword too! Both swords combined, inseparable from the
other-and yet, he was able to wield it so competently and freely?”

  It was no wonder that even a hardcore sword cultivator like Wen Daihong would willingly admit his inferiority.

  While it seemed that his loss should be attributed to the Immortal Slaughtering Sword being unable to rival the combined power of two swords, how many in this world could merge and integrate two great sword arts to such an extent?

  Being greatly knowledgeable and possessing a discerning eye, everyone was clear on the profundities within.

  While Wen Daihong would not easily admit defeat, he could not lie to himself.

  While both sides had seemed evenly matched, his opponent had already long since been humoring him. Since that was so, he might as well frankly admit his defeat.

  Wang Shun’s face was deathly ashen whereas his fellow disciples of Ashen Spirit Valley had still yet to witness the scene literally behind their backs.

  The Minor White Peak martial practitioners across from them were naturally curious as well.

  While they did not know what characters those were, those of Ashen Spirit Valley could tell that it was best not to let others see them.

  “Sword Dao Ever Through Straight Centre True, Vile Wretches Often End Impure Impaled Cold,” Yan Zhaoge now recited sagely, “Let this Yan share this wisdom with you.”

  If anyone familiar with him had been present, they would probably be rolling their eyes in unison as they heard this.

  Yan Zhaoge had never been one to mind using one or two relatively more indirect and devious methods.

  Still, facing Wang Shun and the others at this moment, Yan Zhaoge was solemn, proper and justified in his righteousness.

  Reciting Yan Zhaoge’s words in their minds and looking again at the fourteen from Ashen Spirit Valley, those of Minor White Peak gradually understood what had happened as their expressions became rather strange. They looked like they were smiling whilst also not as they collectively gazed over towards Wang Shun’s lot.

  Wang Shun felt as if his face was throbbing and on fire.

  “I take my leave,” He bowed towards Wen Daihong with some difficulty, planning to turn and leave.

  Yet suddenly, he thought of something as he halted again, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

  The other disciples of Ashen Spirit Valley were all acting in a similar manner to him as well.

  In the end, the lot of them actually walked backwards and beat a hasty retreat as fast as they could.

  History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 1114: Subtle, wondrous fate

  HSSB1114: Subtle, wondrous fate

  Seeing this exceptionally hilarious scene, the disciples of Minor White Peak could not resist the urge to laugh.

  Wang Shun and the others on the other hand, felt a bit dizzy amidst their embarrassment and rage. While they could simply remove and destroy the robes along with the words on them, the humiliation that they felt would not disappear just because they pretended it did not exist. Still, it would definitely be far worse if they flashed that calligraphy for all to see.

  Yan Zhaoge did not make things difficult for Wang Shun’s group and prevent them from leaving.

  In truth, he had not written those fourteen words entirely for Wang Shun’s group, instead looking to draw the attention of a different audience.

  In the depths of the clouds in the distance, two gazes were currently focused on this area.

  “Interesting. He could detect even this old man’s presence?” An ancient voice muttered to himself.

  Another voice resounded beside him, “He should only have detected this disciple’s location rather than discovered you, Master.”

  The old man murmured, “The descendant of Yan Xingtang and Di Qinglian is truly extraordinary. It is no wonder that he could stir up such great disturbances in the World beyond Worlds. He actually looks set to surpass his grandparents before him.”

  “But he is frivolous and arrogant too. What does he treat the Roving Jade Heavens as?” The second voice questioned coldly.

  “It is fine. He is even more unbridled in the World beyond Worlds,” The old man smiled, “Let’s go.”

  The people hidden amidst the clouds disappeared, a sense of peace returning to the heavens and earth.

  Yan Zhaoge retracted his gaze, wondering to himself, “True Immortal…Cloud Emperor? Liberal Emperor? Or someone else?”

  Following the other side’s departure, Yan Zhaoge returned his attention to things before him.

  “I heard that Fallen Deity is not a pure sword cultivator. However, you have such deep, intricate attainments in the sword as this Wen admires it greatly,” After watching Wang Shun and co vanish into the distance, Wang Shun sighed and cupped his hands towards Yan Zhaoge once more, “I apologise to Fallen Deity for any impoliteness on my part.”

  He indeed felt defeated somewhat.

  While the current Yan Zhaoge might not be able to dominate the Roving Jade Heavens with his sword as Yan Xingtang had in the past, Yan Zhaoge was also not a pure sword cultivator.

  It was due to this that Wen Daihong felt even more lost. In addition, although his defeat had not been too embarrassing due to his opponent also utilising sword arts of the Prime Clear lineage, losing to a martial practitioner of the Jade Clear lineage cultivating in Prime Clear sword arts only added another layer to his shame as an orthodox descendant.

  Besides a strange sense of dejection, the Prime Clear lineage martial practitioners, including the disciples from Minor White Peak, were feeling quite conflicted.

  They all exchanged looks, forcing a smile, “Whatever the case, senior apprentice-uncle Yan still left them some face, at least.”

  “It is Wang Shun’s lot from the Cloud Emperor’s lineage at Ashen Spirit Valley that has somewhat lost face. While Senior Wen was defeated, such a result would not affect the relationship between us and the lineage of Subtle Offensive Peak’s Purple Light Cave or enrage the Liberal Emperor and cause a change in his stance.”

  The disciples of Minor White Peak all relaxed, “Everything is good then. As for anything else, we can simply report it to our elders and have them deal with it.”

  While Wen Daihong was feeling conflicted, friction was not generated between them as a result.

  After he had calmed down, his sword-loving soul acted up again as he ended up curiously asking Yan Zhaoge, “From my observations, your Immortal Slaughtering Sword does not seem to originate from our Roving Jade Heavens’ lineage?”

  “Let us talk as we walk,” Yan Zhaoge smiled as he continued walking in the direction of Minor White Peak, speaking freely seeing as he had no reason to hide it, “False words are not said before the authentic. This Yan’s Immortal Slaughtering Sword Manual is indeed not from the Roving Jade Heavens. Instead, I fortuitously ran into it when adventuring in the outside world.”

  Wen Daihong and the others were illuminated by this.

  They had already long since known that Yan Zhaoge would probably be versed in the sword arts of the Prime Clear lineage.

  While Di Qinglian had already died long ago, the Profound Sovereign would naturally look after her descendants. It was not surprising at all that Yan Zhaoge had obtained sword art legacies of the Roving Jade Heavens.

  While everyone else was unable to tell with their relatively lower cultivation bases, having battled Yan Zhaoge head-to-head and also being an elite amongst his peers of the Roving Jade Heavens, Wen Daihong was naturally able to notice such a thing.

  “It is no wonder then. Fallen Deity’s Immortal Slaughtering Sword seemed to resemble the legacy of the Lord of Plentiful Treasure’s lineage from the legends,” Wen Daihong said admiringly.

  While the Roving Jade Heavens’ Prime Clear direct lineage had their various lineages, most could be linked back to the Incongruence Divine Mother, another personal disciple of the Lord of Numinous Treasure.

  While other lineages existed, these were few and far between and generally less orthodox too.

  Meanwhile, Yan Zhaoge’s Immorta
l Slaughtering Sword originated from the lineage of the Daoist temple’s Daoist Origin Peace, someone who was ultimately descended from the dao tradition of the Lord of Plentiful Treasure.

  The same martial art cultivated in the hands of different people was sure to give birth to countless variations.

  While both the Lord of Plentiful Treasure and the Incongruence Divine Mother had been personal disciples of the founder of the Prime Clear lineage, the Lord of Numinous Treasure, there naturally were differences in their legacies as well.

  Even more variations were prone to arising as the martial arts were passed down from generation to generation, all with their slightly differing interpretations.

  Ever since the Lord of Plentiful Treasure had disappeared somewhere after the era of the Investiture of the Gods, very few of his descendants had appeared in the world. Thus, Wen Daihong was only certain of his hypothesis after Yan Zhaoge had personally confirmed it. “Fallen Deity is indeed fated greatly for my Prime Clear sword dao!”

  He was saying this from the bottom of his heart, having no hidden agenda or thoughts.

  Still, others who heard it might feel that it strangely sounded like advising Yan Zhaoge to forsake the World beyond Worlds and join the Roving Jade Heavens.

  Hearing this, the Minor White Peak disciples said nothing but all perked up their ears.

  “I too feel that something like fate is indeed very hard to say,” Yan Zhaoge just smiled nonchalantly.

  After a while, they arrived at Minor White Peak and saw Long Hanhua waiting there.

  Seeing Wen Daihong, Long Hanhua was slightly taken aback, thoughts flashing through his mind as he seemed to have thought of something.

  “Fellow Daoist Long, this Wen is here to apologise for my wrongs to Exalt Spirit Leaf,” Wen Daihong immediately said.

  Exalt Spirit Leaf was the title of Long Hanhua’s eldest uncle, the Lord of Minor White Peak Gao Xuebo.

  Some disciples of Minor White Peak narrated the earlier incident to Long Hanhua via sound transmission. After glancing at Yan Zhaoge, Long Hanhua exchanged some basic pleasantries with Wen Daihong.

  Only as they began to ascend the mountain together did Long Hanhua ask Yan Zhaoge via sound transmission, “While senior apprentice-aunt was versed in the Four Swords, I heard that only the sword-intent of the Immortal Exterminating Sword was left atop Pillglow Peak. It seems that this Immortal Slaughtering Sword of yours was something you inadvertently obtained yourself?”