Legend of Swordsman

“Me, a wanderer without a base, I don’t need the wind to blow!” Jian Wushuang retorted to Wu Zuo. He wasn’t wrong; he truly was a wanderer.

After the threat was neutralized, he felt as if something was missing, spending his days wandering from place to place.

Hearing this, Wu Zuo thought Jian Wushuang wanted a base, so he generously said, “Why, have you taken a liking to a place? I’ll take it for you!”

He didn’t care about his reputation, even going as far as to take the Emperor’s territory, knowing Jian Wushuang wouldn’t lower himself to do it, so he prepared to play the villain himself.

Nowadays, Qishen Temple was teeming with talent, but the downstream river of time was small, the wasteland was vast, but it wasn’t suitable for cultivation.

In comparison, the middle stream wasn’t small either, but each strong individual occupied large territories.

If some peak experts’ territories were placed in the middle stream, even a Universe Master couldn’t cover them.

“Don’t say that, I actually have thought about it, but I won’t trouble you with it!” Jian Wushuang waved his hand in refusal. This time, he came for the future planning of Qishen Temple.

After all, he wouldn’t stay at Qishen Temple forever; he would leave eventually. Before leaving, he hoped to set Qishen Temple on the right path.

“Are you kidding me again? I’m just helping Lord Zhen Ling!” Wu Zuo said, but in reality, he had nearly rendered Zhen Ling powerless.

Everyone knew that the real leader of Qishen Temple now was Wu Zuo.

Even the Shang and Luo couple couldn’t compete with him.

Among the ten divine lords, Jian Wushuang and Hui Qing were both hands-off leaders, not involved in affairs.

Yet, Wutian’s flourishing demon sect had almost become a public enemy, but it couldn’t compete with Wu Zuo either.

“Alright, no more jokes. Today, I came to discuss the future planning of Qishen Temple!” Wu Zuo frowned, exclaiming, “Planning? In the entire Northern Starry Sky, who can compete with us? Once the barrier disappears, we’ll take over the middle and upper stream of the time space!”

His words were boastful, but not just empty talk; he had the strength and confidence to back them up.

But Jian Wushuang didn’t see it that way.

If they relied on power to suppress others, they had to have a solid foundation.

They couldn’t continue as they were today, using their influence to suppress others, benefiting the small ones below who would eventually retaliate.

When they were no longer around, who would protect Qishen Temple?

So Jian Wushuang planned to leave behind his teachings, establish a sect, and take in disciples.

To pass on his knowledge and legacy!

It wasn’t like Wu Zuo’s internal power struggles, but a true legacy.

“Brother Wu Zuo, simply put, I want you all to leave behind your teachings. The Northern Starry Sky is ultimately just a fleeting dream for us; we can’t stay here long or we’ll lose ourselves!” He expressed his thoughts, “Back then, I also thought that after the great war, each of us becoming an ancestor of our own territory was nice. But these days, as I’ve traveled the world, I’ve changed my mind!”

Over the years, he had seen prosperity and tranquility, as well as filth and ugliness.

This wasn’t what he wanted.

Just like the little girl he took from the Ji family; if it weren’t for his intervention, her talent would have been wasted.

It was a loss.

A loss for Qishen Temple and the Northern Starry Sky.

So he wanted to change.

The strong should be respected.

He wanted to carry this through to the end.

To hold a grand trial, selecting the strong.

To give them pressure, instead of the current stagnant state.

“You’re crazy, crazy!”

Wu Zuo shook his head, “Wushuang, leaving behind a legacy is fine. It’s normal for us to leave someday, but such trials consume too many treasures. You’ve been asleep for millions of epochs and don’t know; I owe a huge debt of treasures in the upper stream time space. The debt collectors are almost at my door!”

He understood Jian Wushuang’s intention and knew it was right.

But where would the treasures come from?

Currently, Qishen Temple nurtured legacies from the offspring of major strong individuals, with a high chance of producing strong individuals, and they could control the number, thus relieving the pressure on resources.

But if they were to conduct a broad trial selection, where would they find the necessary treasures?

The treasures of Qishen Temple had long been emptied by Zhen Ling, and later on, Wu Zuo had to use his own resources.

“I have the power of life…” Jian Wushuang began to say, but then he realized that the resurrection secret technique had now spread widely, and the value of life force had

plummeted.

Its value had decreased by ten thousand times.

Now, life force was only used for healing during battles, and even if he offered a lot of it, he

couldn’t sell it.

Thinking of this, he felt he had been somewhat idealistic.

On second thought, he came up with a solution.

“Then let’s start the selection with the Yanxian. Each of us will choose disciples, and before they reach the Dao, we will hold a trial. Whoever’s disciple is eliminated will be responsible for providing the treasures needed by Qishen Temple. How about that?”

This proposal made Wu Zuo’s eyes light up. He had been doing this for years and naturally had confidence in himself.

It would depend on how many people participated!

Teaching disciples, especially competing when they were Dao Lords, had little to do with the

master’s combat strength.

Having a Universe Master at the Seven Tribulation Realm teach a group of Yanxian was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, but with the prize Jian Wushuang proposed, it made

more sense.

Wu Zuo immediately called Zhen Ling, and the three of them planned together for a while before finalizing the decision.

Zhen Ling personally made arrangements and called upon the ten Lords, the four temple leaders, and the elders of the divided Yuanyang Palace.

Those elders were originally the hall masters of Yuanyang Palace, but after becoming Universe Masters of the Seventh Tribulation, they each established their own sects and were separated by Zhen Ling.

No single power could dominate; otherwise, it would lose its purpose.

In Qishen Temple, all 18 Universe Masters of the Seventh Tribulation gathered, all present except Jian Wushuang, who was represented by his avatar.

“Leave behind your Dao!”

Zhen Ling looked at everyone and continued, “Everyone, the external expansion of Qishen

Temple has reached its limit, and the barriers in the lower levels have not been opened. But we cannot slack off; we must consider the future and leave our legacies for emergencies!” “Umm…” Many people whispered to each other, feeling that this matter required more

discussion.

They couldn’t ruin their previous efforts on impulse.

At least the current Qishen Temple was stable. If they made changes now, they would fall into

chaos again.

But they didn’t realize they had already fallen into a comfort zone, which was an even bigger

trap.

Moreover, what they were doing now was establishing their own sects, not much different

from what Zhen Ling proposed!

“I know what you want to say. Indeed, you have established your own sects and have your own disciples, but ask yourselves, are those true disciples?”

Zhen Ling’s words were sharp.

In reality, to put it bluntly, the disciples they took in were all good-for-nothings, just there

to handle various chores for them.

Were there any true disciples?

“I’ll make it clear. Currently, Qishen Temple’s resources are limited. This time, leaving

legacies is not just about selecting disciples; it’s also about selecting you. Whoever loses will cover the shortfall of Qishen Temple. I don’t care what method you use, even if you have to rob, you must fill the gap!”