World's No. 1 Swordsman-Chapter 586: A Small Reunion, Do Not Part Again

Inside the Shadowless Shuttle that his senior sister and the others had brought, Wang Sheng sat cross-legged on the cushion at the pilot's position. He gave them a vivid explanation of what had happened in the area.

"The ruins out here actually extend far beyond what our eyes can see. They span several nearby solar systems that may have been drawn closer together due to the influence of the great war back then. What you're seeing are the remnants of the two major battles that the Heavenly Court fought when it entered the Realm of Exiled Immortals and later exited it.

"The majority of this came from the battle more than a hundred thousand years ago, though. The Heavenly Court defeated a larger force with fewer troops, repelled the allied foreign races, and pushed little by little into the depths of the endless space."

The female instructor from the Special Warfare Unit was the only one Wang Sheng was not familiar with. Two members of the group were his friends in the Dao of the Sword, and one was an instructor he already knew. None of them was a stranger.

Zhang Zikuang had already introduced the valiant and spirited female instructor as Fan Tuan. It was truly a refined and unconventional name. One could not help but wonder whether she and "Fan Tong" were long lost siblings[1].

Mu Wanxuan sat quietly less than two centimeters away from Wang Sheng. Moreover, everyone looked especially pleasing to the eye. Hence, Wang Sheng's heart surged with so much excitement that he almost wanted to go find Long Aotian and have another passionate round with him—the fighting kind, of course.

Mu Wanxuan watched her junior brother animatedly recount the anecdotes of the ancient battlefield, while Fei Lianzi, Gao Shixing, and Zhang Zikuang all stared intently out the window. Unlike the three, Rice Ball—ahem, Fan Tuantuan listened carefully to Wang Sheng, diligently taking notes and thinking things through.

Fan Tuantuan asked softly, "Senior Fei Yu, you mentioned that this ancient battlefield sustains countless unaffiliated practitioners, with numbers reaching at least tens of millions. How is that possible? Even if the ancient war left behind treasures, would this place not have been picked clean after a hundred thousand years?"

Wang Sheng smiled and glanced at his senior sister. The two exchanged a look for two full seconds. They then smiled at each other, their clasped hands drawing a little closer.

"Treasures are only one part of it. The immortals' corpses from that era are actually far more important than anything because they're the true source of survival for today's unaffiliated practitioners. Since corpses are all over this place, it has become a breeding ground for all kinds of strange celestial insects and medicinal herbs.

"The celestial insects, in particular, have become the foundation of a pillar industry of the thirteen qi planets. Quite a few unaffiliated practitioners make their living by catching them.

"Moreover, the thirteen qi planets' sheer population of unaffiliated practitioners keeps the area active. They usually cultivate here, making it convenient to trade goods. Hence, they gradually reached this scale." Wang Sheng paused, then smiled. "When I traveled to some faraway place, I passed by other celestial bodies where cultivators gathered. Overall, this area's prosperity is about average."

Fan Tuantuan carefully wrote everything down.

Zhang Zikuang couldn't help but laugh. "Rice Ball, don't be so serious. Everyone just met, and you're already working. Can you not let the newly reunited couple have a moment to themselves first?"

Fan Tuantuan smiled awkwardly. "Oh, sorry, sorry."

Hugging her notebook, she stood up and moved to the side, joining the two Daoist masters as they watched and sighed in astonishment together.

They were currently flying along the edge of the ancient battlefield. With Wang Sheng controlling the Shadowless Shuttle, they were naturally several times faster than before.

Now that the four had moved aside, Wang Sheng naturally opened his arms. His senior sister leaned over with gentle ease, resting against his shoulder and letting out a soft sigh.

Wang Sheng whispered, "What is it?"

Mu Wanxuan shook her head and closed her eyes, savoring the sense of security in the moment. Her long eyelashes fluttered lightly.

Wang Sheng leaned closer and gently kissed her forehead. "Now that you're here, we never have to be separated again."

Mu Wanxuan softly answered, "Mm."

She continued to rest against him, truly enjoying this moment. However, Wang Sheng still had matters to attend to. Spiritless was floating at his side.

Now that Wang Sheng finally had some breathing room, Yaoyun asked, "What kind of qi pill did you eat? How did you jump straight to the late stage of the True Immortal Realm? And your Dao Body and Primordial Spirit seem different, too. What happened?"

Wang Sheng sighed quietly in his heart. "While you were gone, I lived... reasonably well."

"Uh-huh?"

"Let me introduce a little brother to you first." Wang Sheng took out the Dragon Sword and leaned it beside Spiritless.

Yaoyun was shocked. "The Eastern Kang Star Deity's immortal sword?! How did it turn into that?!"

Wang Sheng smiled calmly. A few strands of strange radiance bloomed at his fingertips before quickly vanishing.

"That's..."

"Chaos Spiritual Dawnlight. I gathered it in the Sea of Chaos. I'll use it later to enhance Spiritless."

Falling silent, Yaoyun manifested into a little, three-cun-tall immortal fairy and stood atop Spiritless. She glared at Wang Sheng, then at the Dragon Sword.

Wang Sheng said aloud, "Come out and greet your big sister!"

A draconic cry rang out. Gentle light blossomed from the Dragon Sword, and a small green dragon swam out from the hilt. It shyly circled the Dragon Sword at first. However, it soon flew to Yaoyun's side and clasped its foreclaws forward.

"Greetings, Big Sister. Please look after me. I will follow you into battle without hesitation, slaying the strong and destroying Lord Sword Master's enemies!"

Gazes from all around gathered over.

Mu Wanxuan leaned forward from Wang Sheng's chest and cautiously reached out to poke the little dragon, but she failed to touch it. After all, it was also a spiritual entity.

The sword spirit of the Dragon Sword solemnly said, "Greetings, Mistress of Lord Sword Master."

Mu Wanxuan's cheeks flushed red. One's shyness clearly had little relation to their cultivation realm.

Wang Sheng held his lovely senior sister close, preventing her from pulling away too quickly. He then looked at Yaoyun, who was still a bit shocked, and summoned the little wooden sword into his hand.

The little sword was unusually cooperative. It responded immediately to Wang Sheng's call, gently spinning in his palm and releasing waves of profound Dao Rhythm. Yaoyun, who was just about to complain, furrowed her brow again. "What kind of treasure is that? And why do I sense such an extraordinary aura from it?"

As expected of a former Heavenly Court princess, she had sharp eyes! 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Wang Sheng chuckled and cleared his throat. With a calm and composed expression, he telepathically explained, "It's not much. This wooden sword is just a part of the Chaos Green Lotus' roots. When I went to gather Dawnlight, the Chaos Green Lotus saw that I had exceptional aptitude and insisted on giving me something.

"However, it couldn't give me the great treasures that previous generations already owned. The Great Dao of Causality would've smashed me into fragments otherwise. In the end, it gave me a piece of its root for me to keep as a memento."

Yaoyun didn't know what to say.

Before she could make sense of the situation, the little wooden sword stabbed Wang Sheng's palm once and drilled into him. It poked around inside him, making him laugh and cry.

It was just a joke! That little wooden sword has absolutely no sense of humor!

Yaoyun raised a hand in refusal and stood in visible turmoil. "Stop talking. Let me digest this for a moment."

The others had not heard what Wang Sheng had said. Still, they were all cultivators. The Dao Rhythm that the wooden sword had released left them shaken.

Soon, the sword settled down.

Yaoyun looked at Wang Sheng as if she were examining some kind of monster. She then sighed. "What exactly have you been doing all these years? I now feel like I was the one dragging down your fate before. The moment I left to deliver a message, you ended up wandering in Chaos and even obtained such a powerful treasure."

"Don't say that." Wang Sheng sighed. He had only been playful earlier to make what followed easier to say.

"When I broke through to the True Immortal Realm, countless questions arose in my heart. I urgently wanted to understand what a true spirit was, and whether a false spirit existed. As a result, I touched a restriction that Emperor Ziwei had left behind in our Daoist heritage. The power of countless celestial bodies gathered and protected my Primordial Spirit, allowing it to roam the Sea of Chaos for a time.

"There, I came into contact with the emperor's Dao traces, which were formed from his Great Dao after his death. Only then did I understand that the Heavenly Ziwei Sword Art was merely an introduction. Gaining the recognition of his Dao traces was what inheriting his Daoist heritage truly meant."

"How could Emperor Ziwei..."

"The Dao traces told me that they only have fragments of his memory; they couldn't really explain how he died. However, they could at least tell me that when the emperor fell, he had no regrets."

Yaoyun's eyes lost a bit of spark.

Wang Sheng sighed and took Spiritless into his hand, offering no further comfort. He understood Yaoyun, just as Yaoyun understood him. She was somewhat gentle and fragile deep down, but she had endured the destruction of the Heavenly Court and even her transformation into a spiritual entity. There was nothing she could not accept.

Soon, Yaoyun bit her lip and slowly nodded at Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng smiled faintly. "The changes to my Dao Body and Primordial Spirit actually came from a different stroke of fortune."

He briefly recounted how he had infiltrated the Xinghai Sect to lay the groundwork to establish a foothold for Earth's cultivators. Since everyone present was one of their own, he found no reason to hide anything. Hence, he went as far as to reveal the time he went into secluded cultivation in the Xinghai Sect as Pi Kachew, then used the alias Heavenly Sword to harass the Celestial Wind Sect, all to conceal his true identity.

In front of Mu Wanxuan, Wang Sheng also openly told them who Lishang was and confessed that they had pretended to be Daoist partners to hide his identity. He even recounted his decision to help Lishang return to her ancestral land, only to accidentally expose their destination, allowing the Celestial Wind Sect's wolf fiend elder to ambush them with five war slaves.

Concern filled Mu Wanxuan's beautiful eyes as she began checking whether her junior brother was missing any parts of his body.

Wang Sheng described the battle lightly, but the fact that two True Immortals had to fight and slay a powerful Heavenly Immortal was still shocking. The danger involved couldn't possibly be brushed aside with a simple sigh.

Wang Sheng didn't forget to mention that one of the five war slaves had once been an immortal of the Heavenly Court. The war slave recognized Wang Sheng's sword-controlling technique, broke free from his stupor, forcibly removed the artifact controlling his Dao Body and Primordial Spirit, and delivered a fatal blow to the Heavenly Immortal.

"The Celestial Wind Sect truly deserves death!" Yaoyun exclaimed. She was rarely this furious. "How dare they turn an immortal of the Heavenly Court into a puppet?! Are they really not afraid that our forces will appear and carve them into pieces?!"

Wang Sheng seriously replied, "Leave the Celestial Wind Sect to me, and don't let yourself get too angry. What we should think about right now is whether we should even let Big Sister Xi Lian know about this matter."

Confused, Fei Lianzi asked, "What does this have to do with Senior Xi Lian?"

"That immortal's Daoist name was Qinglin—the same cultivator who once served as the sect master of the Shu Sword Sect. I have already entrusted Liu Yunzhi and Shi Qianzhang to deliver his sword back to the Shu Mountains."

Fei Lianzi's eyes widened, and his round face flushed red. "What?!"

He slammed the treasured sword in his hand to the ground.

"Those inhuman bastards! They even dared scheme against the seventh-generation ancestor of the Shu Mountains?! I'll fight them to the death!"

Zhang Zikuang and Gao Shixing hurriedly stepped in and held him back.

1. The novel is making fun of Fan Tuan's name since "Fan Tong" (饭桶) means rice bucket transliterally, but it can also mean a person who eats a lot of rice. ☜