Clouds have no regularity while water has no shape. Therefore the sword cultivation of True Wandering Light Sword was not about having a calm mind nor a fixed temper. Meng Xunzhen was raging in anger and the cloud below his feet was surging incessantly. His Qi practice had reached a high level and he could easily control it along with the sword aura. The sword gleam struck like lightning and it could change its intensity according to the dynamics. It was an unpredictable sword force.

　　Meng Xunzhen sneered, “Qing Xuan is a million-year-old sect, of course, humble people like us would look highly to a big sect like Qing Xuan,” he answered Shen Lian sarcastically as he did not like Shen Lian’s ignorant attitude.

　　Shen Lian smiled and casually said, “Swordman Meng, if you admired Qing Xuan so much, maybe you would want to follow me back to the mountains and I can show you around.”

　　Meng Xunzhen could not hold back his hanger. Obviously, Shen Lian wanted to take him back to Qing Xuan, or in other words, wanted to capture him. Shen Lian did not mention anything about past conflicts and the incident where Zuo Shaoqin seriously wounded two Qing Xuan disciples but it was clear that he wanted Meng Xunzhe to pay the price for his actions.

　　The sudden assault on Zuo Shaoqin was to lure Meng Xunzhen out and kill two birds with one stone.

　　He was pissed and went on to mock Shen Lian, “How about you making a trip down to Qingjiang? My Qingjiang Sect may be small but we make good tea.”

　　Shen Lian shook his head and gently lifted his hands as a sword gleam shined. Meng Xunzhen felt the force of the gleam and could not help but be impressed by it.

　　Cultivators of the sword generally had to undergo many fights. If not he would not have gone and look for Daoist Huanhen for three times.

　　His True Wandering Light sword had reached the level where he could control it with his mind and was way stronger than Zuo Shaoqing. The clouds below his feet moved and released flows of sword current headed towards Shen Lian’s sword gleam.

　　The tip of the sword current was ever changing. It contained the Qi vitality of heaven and earth and it was magnificently aggressive as if it could press down the level of the ocean by a layer out of thin air. The sword current moved like the soaring river water. The whistling sound of the dragon and tiger could be heard implicitly. It was soul shattering.

　　Shen Lian’s sword gleam head upwards from down and slew through in reverse. Suddenly it clashed heads on with Meng Xunzhen’s sword current. The sword gleam seemed weak as it scattered once it clashed against the sword current. Unfortunately, Meng Xunzhen did not have the luxury to be happy. It was because the scattered sword gleam transformed into micro sword aura to avoid the sword current bolted mercilessly.

　　These sword Qi were deadly daggers. Like an arrow in a bow that was pulled back and released, the flying daggers were fired out like a meteor shower.

　　Meng Xunzhen was calm despite a sky full of micro sword Qi dashing towards him as if it was raining thorns. After all, he’s a man who had been through life and death and situation. He knew that to catch bandits you will have to first catch the ringleader. Furthermore, he was highly confident in his skills and no matter how ferocious Shen Lian was, the kid’s mana would not be any greater than him.

　　He did not bother to shield himself when his sword current was crumbled by the sword gleam and instead dashed towards Shen Lian to attack him.

　　The cloud below Meng Xunzhen’s feet transformed into a sword screen and blocked in front of him. The micro sword aura was useless once it came in contact with the sword screen.

　　Suddenly, Meng Xunzhen heard the sound of bursting thunders and a thunderstorm erupted. His True Wandering Light Sword’s restraining element was the lightning. Thus, the first thing the thunder aimed for was the sword screen. In no time, he and the injured Zuo Shaoqing were wrapped by the thunder.

　　He had no choice but to use every single inch of his mana to disperse the lightning. Fortunately, he had dragged Zuo Shaoqin to his side ahead of the thunderstorm and allocated mana for protection in advance, thus, was able to shield against most of the power.

　　But there were some lightning that managed to drill through his protective shield and the intensity of the thunder was vicious. He started feeling numb in his body and before he could put forward more mana, he felt a sudden force restraining him from all directions.

　　His body inevitably became shorter and fell off from the void.

　　Turns out that there was a fishing net above the sky that slammed down from the top. The net captured him and Zuo Shaoqing while strands of silk-like spiritual forces drilled into his orifices points to restrain his mana. His bier was raging and wanted to summon the sword will to attack but the spiritual forces were too quick and it even locked his Ancestral Cavity.

　　The fishnet fell from the sky once it was loaded with Ming Xunzhen and Zuo Shaoqing. Shen Lian, on the other hand, was calm and avoided the sword current as he took over the fishing net.

　　Apparently, Shen Lian had been making progress with his training of the Tongtian Skill. As long as his breath was reserved, the sword current would not be able to target him. Furthermore, the sword current had lost command from its master. The moment Shen Lian dodged it, it plunged into the vast ocean, as if a giant sea creature was swimming cluelessly in the sea.

　　Shen Lian took the fishing net and dragged the two persons. At this very moment, they could feel a wave of extremely concentrated clear Qi headed towards them from somewhere far away. It was then followed by a dash of flowing silver light coming from Qing Xuan that was headed in the direction of the clear Qi. Both Qis collided in the air and an explosive sound could be heard. The force could definitely match Shen Lian’s ‘Five Lightning Strikes’.

　　The clear Qi dispersed and the second wave did not come through. Shen Lian carried the fishnet across the ocean and headed back toward Qing Xuan.

　　The collision between the clear Qi and flowing light indicated that celestial beings were fighting. Shen Lian could not be bothered by it and only minded his own business.

　　Earlier on, Shen Lian used a precious talisman named ‘Five Lightning Strikes’, produced by a land immortal. The talisman was extremely difficult to make and it took the energy of the world to produce it. But once succeeded in applying it, it would unleash ten to twenty percent of the producer’s Dao power.

　　Such powerful talisman was considered rare in Qing Xuan. If an ordinary sect owned it, they would treat it as their most precious treasure and would most probably be reluctant to use it unless there was a life and death crisis.

　　Shen Lian was not stingy with the treasures. To him, these items were external objects and were often used as accessories. It was not wasteful to use it.

　　Meng Xunzhen was a famous person for many years. He expected prodigies like Shen Lian to be arrogant and superior but who knew that Shen Lian would do as he likes to the extent where he would unreasonably use precious talismans.

　　Although the Five Lightning Strikes only contained ten to twenty percent of an immortal Zhenren’s power, it was forceful enough to break open his shield, causing him to feel numb. While he struggled to transfer his mana, Shen Lian then used the fishnet-like superior instrument that has the ability to trap people and objects.

　　In the hall of Qing Xuan, Shen Lian transformed into a ray of Qing Guang and landed on the couch. He showed his true form – a graceful looking, seamless like jade teenage Chief with extraordinary charisma.

　　In contrast, Meng Xunzhen and his disciple who was trapped in the fishnet looked charred and perplexed after being struck by the thunder. Zuo Shaoqin fainted way earlier and his breath was weak. If he was not born tactful for swords and had amazing physiques, he would have been dead by now.

　　Shen Lian laughed and said, “Swordsman Meng, if you really want to fight, I have no choice but to be rude.”

　　The entire body of Meng Xunzhen was charred and he had a charcoal-like face. With deep hatred, he looked at Shen Lian and said, “It’s nothing if you had to rely on external objects. If you have the guts, let’s fight fairly with the sword.” It was not his first time dealing with chiefs from wealthy sects like Shen Lian. But he never expected Shen Lian would spend his treasures as if they were dirt. He was full of resentment as he was captured before he could show his true abilities.