Nishui Han

The sixth day...

A million tons of Shadow Soul Stones were completely refined by Xu Xian and absorbed by the Sword Tower.

The third floor of the Sword Tower rose!

When the doors to the third floor opened, Xu Xian could feel a chill emanating from within that made his heart tremble.

He remembered that when the first floor opened, he felt a wave of heat, and when the second floor opened, he felt a sense of deathly silence.

Xu Xian could roughly guess that the sword on this third floor should be related to water.

If he wasn't mistaken, it might be a sword of extreme cold.

The Sword Tower was used to suppress the murderous aura within the divine swords.

It also served to nurture them, which was why the tower could release a similar aura even before the sword was drawn.

Shadow Soul Stones were born within the nether water, and they solidified into stone upon encountering the ten-colored cold currents of the Cloud Sea World, creating the Nether Pool. They could only be refined by the fire of extreme cold.

Their attribute was water, and they were cold.

Xu Xian thought he couldn't be wrong.

After six consecutive days of building the tower, the Little Book spirit was already exhausted, yet it was exceptionally excited at this moment, urging, "Master, don't just stand there, go pull the sword!"

Xu Xian remained calm and composed, putting on a bit of an act. "What's the rush? The sword isn't going anywhere. You're so restless, not steady at all."

Though his words were pretty, his body was honest. As soon as he finished speaking, he plunged into the third floor of the Sword Tower in the blink of an eye.

The Little Book spirit made a face, eyes full of disdain, and let out a long "Ehhh" before following after him.

Above the Divine Sword Pool...

It was high noon, with the sun shining brightly in the sky.

Xu Xian remembered that when he left the Wendao Sword Sect, it seemed to be spring. Now that over seven months had passed, it should be late autumn.

He couldn't help but complain that the sun was still quite strong.

Around the ten divine swords, cold chains were wrapped. One of the swords vibrated slightly, its surrounding iron chains clashing against each other, giving Xu Xian a warm response.

It seemed impatient, even more eager than Xu Xian.

Xu Xian didn't delay, striding toward the sword and reaching out to grasp the hilt. The same scene played out once again.

Heaven and earth turned upside down, the world flipped, and his vision went dark then bright again, changing the world in an instant.

However, compared to before, Xu Xian appeared much calmer and more indifferent.

This time, Xu Xian appeared in a deep, azure sea.

He saw a chill being born out of thin air beneath the deep sea, slowly rising upward.

Xu Xian's perspective moved along with it...

Wherever it passed, all things froze.

The cold intent flowed against the current, and the azure sea was frozen for ten thousand miles.

It grew infinitely, wandering wantonly, freezing the oceans, freezing the streams, the rivers, and the lakes...

In an incredibly short period, it froze an entire continent.

Finally, it actually followed the curtain of rain upward, moving against the heavens to freeze the clouds, passing through the boundary wall and entering the high heavens.

Piece by piece, mountains and rivers were frozen; star after star was extinguished.

It grew stronger and more frenzied.

Carrying endless cold, it seemed intent on freezing the entire star sea...

Suddenly,

A white-haired elder appeared in this world.

He arrived by tearing through the void, and with a gentle squeeze, He controlled the cold intent that had been ravaging the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands within His palm.

The cold intent gained spirit, crashing and struggling within His palm.

He gazed at it and let out a long sigh.

"Alas!"

He manifested a sword and forcibly infused the cold intent into the blade. In an instant, the stars shifted, and the cold intent was defeated.

Only a single sword remained, standing solitary in the Star Sea.

The white-haired elder stroked his long beard and bestowed a name upon it, saying:

"Coldness that flows against the current... I shall call you Nishui Han."

Nishui Han.

Buzz! Buzz!!

A resonance echoed in his mind, the world began to distort, and the images grew blurred. At the moment the world was about to collapse, Xu Xian forcibly withdrew his thoughts.

He snapped his eyes open, staring intently at the longsword in his hand.

At this moment, the surrounding area was already filled with swirling frost and snow.

The youth murmured, "Nishui Han!"

The sword had a name: Nishui Han, the cold that flows against the current.

He suddenly exerted force, and the iron chains clattered loudly before snapping inch by inch. Holding the sword in his hand, he raised it high, and the surging cold intent instantly eclipsed the sun.

At the same time, thousands of miles away from the Demon Abyss, within the Zhujian Peak of the Wendao Sword Sect.

A sword intent rose from the gates of the Sword Mound, piercing straight into the clouds.

The cold intent ravaged the thousands of mountains, frost condensed on the vegetation, and the streams and rivers froze. The bright, clear sky instantly became heavy with mist.

The disciples in the mountains were first attracted by the sword intent, and then, a piercing cold current swept through their sleeves.

As the sunny day suddenly darkened, they looked up in confusion to see jade flowers fluttering through the air in abundance.

Autumn time.

The leaves had not yet all fallen, yet a sudden heavy snow arrived.

Among the mountains, the disciples were dazed and bewildered, discussing in low voices.

"Is it snowing?"

"Is it snowing this early this year?"

"No... it's that sword intent. An extreme cold sword intent caused this snow."

"The fire sparrow ten years ago, the black mist three years ago, and today's heavy snow... has another extremely cold sword been born in the Sword Mound?"

"That's no cold sword from the Sword Mound; that's the Little Grand-Uncle's sword. It must be that the Little Grand-Uncle has snuck into the Sword Mound again to pull out a divine sword."

"Tsk tsk, how fierce!"

"Impressive!"

Compared to the previous two times, the entire Wendao Sword Sect seemed to have grown accustomed to this bizarre scene.

Within the frozen mountains, not even a single scream or shout could be heard; there were only whispers and quiet clamor.

After all, it wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

Furthermore.

The matter of sword intent originating from the Sword Mound had long been settled within the Wendao Sword Sect.

Although the Little Grand-Uncle hadn't said anything or admitted it, everyone unanimously agreed that these disturbances were the work of the Little Grand-Uncle, Xu Xian.

That fire sword, that black sword, and that towering Sword Tower—when connected, the answer was obvious.

The third sword had appeared.

It meant the Little Grand-Uncle could draw the third sword from the third floor of that tower.

While speculating, they didn't forget to be happy for the Little Grand-Uncle, though they also couldn't hide their envy.

This time, no elders of the sect came flying toward the Sky Gate.

The old man guarding the Sword Mound was also remarkably calm, taking advantage of the heavy snow to perform a set of punches.

To warm up his body.

In the Ancestral Peak.

Lei Yunche commented fairly, "Little Junior Brother has done something big again. I told you he was extraordinary."

Jiang Wanyin yawned and said to herself, "He's not even thirty yet, seventh stage... he's still running a bit too fast."

Lin Fengmian glanced over and continued his meditation...

The woodcutter tightened his clothes and went back to sleep...

The old man fishing looked at the frozen lake, frowning as he cursed, "It's only autumn, and you're already stopping me from fishing?"

Ye Xianyu reached out to catch the falling snow, playing with it as she pouted and murmured gloomily, "I'm jealous!"

At the Zuiwan Residence, Xia Chu Yi and Tu Kongkong were shouting and screaming in surprise.

"It's snowing!"

"That sword intent is so overbearing... one sword has brought winter."

The two of them chased after Yao Xiaoxiao and Lu Yuan to ask.

"What's going on?"

"Who did this?"

Yao Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes, squatting in front of the elixir furnace and fanning the fire without answering, because she currently couldn't speak.

Lu Yuan said indifferently, "Who else could it be? Xu Xian, of course!"

Tu Kongkong: "My master is that amazing?"

Xia Chu Yi: "My uncle is that impressive?"

The two of them were quite shocked.

Suddenly, a figure jumped onto the roof, standing there as he glanced at them from the corner of his eye, coughed once, and recited:

"I know not who in the heavens plays the flute, blowing down jade flowers to fill the world."

The four of them looked at each other, then finally at Li Qingshan.

Yao Xiaoxiao thought to herself, 'What a show-off!'

Lu Yuan cursed inwardly, 'Idiot!'

Xia Chu Yi praised, "What a great poem!"

Tu Kongkong hurried to answer, "I know! It's my master who's playing the flute!"

Li Qingshan glanced at Tu Kongkong, feeling quite bored.

"No fun!"