My Longevity Simulation-Chapter 682

"So a sword... can be used like this too!"

Just like when he had first witnessed the perfected version of the Creation Furnace Technique taught by Mr. Bai and was completely captivated, Li Fan once again found himself utterly immersed in the boundless mysteries of Heaven-Shattering Heart Sword after receiving Mr. Bai's guidance.

He was so entranced that he didn’t even manage to utter a simple "Thank you, Senior, for your guidance." In a daze, he left the dueling arena without even realizing how.

No one knew how much time had passed until a chorus of "Senior Brother!" from the outside world finally pulled Li Fan out of his enlightenment.

Following everyone's gaze, Li Fan looked over and saw Situ Yao, wobbling unsteadily as if he was still drunk. Two disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were supporting him as they forcefully brought him into the arena.

"Wine... where's my wine?" Situ Yao hiccuped, completely ignoring the presence of Mr. Bai, and drowsily glanced left and right, searching for his drink.

"Situ, why pretend to be drunk?" Mr. Bai was not offended. Instead, he smiled faintly.

Hearing this, Situ Yao knew he couldn’t keep up the act anymore. He cleared his throat, straightened his posture, and looked at Mr. Bai.

A helpless expression surfaced on his face. "Seriously… I was hoping to save face as the Senior Brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect. But now that you’ve exposed me, I guess there's no avoiding this fight."

Somehow, Situ Yao pulled out a gourd of wine and took a deep swig.

His eyes sharpened as he carefully studied Mr. Bai.

"Can't win... can't win at all." He muttered under his breath.

Though spoken softly, his words caused an uproar among the watching cultivators.

Situ Yao was undisputedly the strongest in the Heavenly Sword Sect. He hadn't fought seriously in years, and no one knew his true limits.

Yet, this absolute powerhouse of the Xuanhuang Realm, before even making a move, had already admitted he wasn’t Mr. Bai’s match!

Situ Yao was not the kind of person to lie or downplay his abilities. If he said he couldn't win, then it meant he truly believed it.

So, who exactly was this unremarkable-looking man? Where did he come from?

For a moment, every disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect had their eyes locked onto Mr. Bai, filled with uncertainty and astonishment.

"To do the impossible, despite knowing it's impossible—isn't that your life’s creed, Situ?" Mr. Bai encouraged, seeing that Situ Yao was hesitating.

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"That sword of yours… you've kept it hidden for a long time. Isn't it time to test it out?"

His tone was light, but to Situ Yao, the words hit like thunder.

A sudden surge of energy erupted from his body. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Mr. Bai, a flicker of doubt crossing his gaze.

However, being a true powerhouse, Situ Yao quickly suppressed his doubts and focused his mind.

"If that's the case, then I won't hold back," he said solemnly.

He took a step forward, raised his right hand, and swept his gaze across the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who were watching.

Then, with utmost seriousness, he called out:

"Junior Brothers, bring your swords!"

In that instant, every single cultivator of the Heavenly Sword Sect—regardless of their location—heard Situ Yao's words.

They were momentarily stunned, but without the slightest hesitation, they all threw their lifebound flying swords into the sky.

As the Senior Brother of the sect, Situ Yao had always taken great care of the new disciples. He never put on airs or distanced himself. Whenever his junior disciples were in trouble, he would always stand up for them—even if it meant being biased in their favor.

He had held the title of Senior Brother for so many years. Every disciple, whether directly or indirectly, had received his kindness.

Now that he was asking to borrow their swords—how could they refuse?

And so, in the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of flying swords soared into the sky.

All of them surged toward Situ Yao.

For disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, half of their cultivation and battle strength resided in their lifebound flying swords.

From the Foundation Establishment stage onward, they poured their blood, sweat, and soul into forging their flying swords, strengthening their durability and lethality, gradually achieving complete harmony with them.

Thus, when Situ Yao uttered "Bring your swords",

It was not just tens of thousands of swords that took flight—

It was half of the entire Heavenly Sword Sect’s battle power.

Countless sword auras interwove, illuminating the sky in dazzling colors.

Situ Yao raised his hand, fingers shifting into a sword gesture.

The storm of swords roared toward their target—Mr. Bai.

Countless flying swords gathered into one, seemingly forming a giant sword that spanned the heavens and earth in the void.

It locked onto Mr. Bai from afar and arrived in an instant.

It seemed that in the next second, Mr. Bai would be pierced by ten thousand swords, dying a tragic death on the spot.

However, there was not the slightest trace of panic on Mr. Bai's face.

He merely revealed a faint smile and then raised the wooden sword in his hand.

Facing the ten thousand swords.

Buzz...

A resonant sword hum echoed from the wooden sword.

In that instant, time seemed to come to a halt.

Wherever the sword hum passed, the countless flying swords first stopped in mid-flight, frozen in place.

Then, their blades trembled violently, as if struggling fiercely against some invisible force.

Finally…

The first flying sword lost control and fell from the sky.

It plunged into the ground, its blade quivering slightly.

Then came the second, the third…

In the blink of an eye, countless flying swords rained down from the sky like a torrential storm, embedding themselves into the earth.

Densely packed, they formed an impenetrable graveyard of swords within a small area.

Yet, not a single one had touched even the corner of Mr. Bai’s robe.

The ultimate killing move that Situ Yao had cultivated for most of his life had been effortlessly neutralized.

At that moment, the entire Heavenly Sword Sect fell into a deathly silence.

The wooden sword in Mr. Bai's hand emitted another sword hum.

Then, all the disciples, including Li Fan, witnessed a scene that would remain etched in their memories forever.

All the flying swords embedded in the ground suddenly bent toward Mr. Bai's direction of their own accord.

As if paying homage to their emperor, they bowed in reverence.

Mr. Bai stood calmly, holding his wooden sword, his expression indifferent.

“You are…” At this moment, as if recalling something, Situ Yao’s pupils shrank abruptly, and he blurted out in shock.

Mr. Bai smiled slightly and gently waved his wooden sword once more.

In an instant, the countless flying swords returned to their respective owners.

“I came today to ask for a favor.” Having effortlessly resolved the conflict, Mr. Bai casually tossed his wooden sword aside and smiled as he addressed Situ Yao.

“Please, speak.” Situ Yao's tone was filled with deep respect.

Mr. Bai glanced around but did not immediately speak.

Situ Yao suddenly slapped his forehead as if realizing something. “Please, follow me.”

With that, he led Mr. Bai toward the grand hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Only the many cultivators still standing in shock remained, unable to recover from the scene they had just witnessed.

“So this… is the true power of a supreme expert from the ancient cultivation world.” Li Fan was also awed by the overwhelming might of Situ Yao’s sword strike.

He had a vague feeling that if that single massive sword had been successfully unleashed, it could have torn a rift in the Xuanhuang Realm itself.

And yet, the fact that Mr. Bai had so casually neutralized the attack…

Somehow, it did not surprise him at all.