Sword Roaring in the Sky - Chapter 7

7. One of the Five Grandmasters

Sword Roars Through the Heavens

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Sun Yanwan never practiced martial arts at inns, always choosing remote areas. Now, with his breakthrough, he hurried back to share the news—only to find Miao Youxiu conversing with a young Taoist priest.

The priest, slightly older, had an aristocratic air rather than monastic austerity. Sun Yanwan bowed. “Greetings, Senior Brother.”

The priest smiled. “So this is Junior Brother Yanwan?”

An invisible force suddenly pressed around Sun Yanwan. Thanks to his newly opened leg meridian, he held firm. Testing me?

The priest’s eyes widened. “A few months of Hunyuan Stances, yet you’ve already cleared a meridian? Remarkable.”
“I’ll take you to Taiyi Temple today—if you agree.”

Miao Youxiu explained: “My family arts can’t be fully taught to outsiders. Besides, my vengeance journey is no place for you. I’ve arranged for you to join Zhang Yuanqiao of Songyang Sect.”
“This is his head disciple—Zhang Qingxi.”

Sun Yanwan knelt abruptly. “Without Master’s grace, I’d have died a nameless servant. This debt can never be repaid.”
“I only regret my weakness burdens you.”

Miao Youxiu chuckled. “No tears. We’ll meet again.”

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On the road, Zhang Qingxi subtly tested Sun Yanwan’s stamina. Pleased, he mused: “Master split from Songyang Sect to found Taiyi Sect. With just me as disciple, talent like this is heaven-sent.”
“And Master is one of the Five Grandmasters —we can’t accept mediocrity.”

At dusk, they reached Taiyi Temple.

In the courtyard, a towering (1.9m) middle-aged道士 hovered three inches above a water-filled vat, ripples repelled by an unseen force.

Sun Yanwan’s jaw dropped. “Hu Fengwei’s sword aura was shocking enough, but this… suspension?!”

He kowtowed eight times. “Disciple Sun Yanwan pays respects to Master!”

Zhang Yuanqiao remained seated until the rites concluded. “Miao Youxiu and I share lineage. While Taiyi Sect is new, we don’t accept the unworthy.”
“Qingxi’s approval suffices. Rest now—training begins tomorrow.”

Zhang Qingxi led him to a storage-turned-bedroom. Sun Yanwan hid his包袱 (bundle) and Demon-Slaying Sword on the rafters—old habits died hard.

As dinner bells rang, he touched the money-lined vest under his clothes. “A new life begins.”