Chapter 779: The Young Man's Spirit Travels Everywhere, While the Semi-Saint Confines Himself to a Corner

The first floor in the sky, the training room.

"Did Rao Jianxian leave so quickly?" On the tea table, Xu Xiaoshou poured tea for Mr. Siren with great care, and asked curiously while pouring.

It was late at night.

But this time he did not disturb Mr. Siren's rest.

Instead, Mei Siren came to the door as soon as he had a night talk with Rao Yaoyao.

"Can you hear our conversation?" Mei Siren asked casually with surprise in his eyes.

"Yeah." Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

Seeing that the little guy in front of him had no intention of explaining too much, the old swordsman did not ask more. He just said that it was a special method and it was inconvenient to say, and replied:

"I have touched the threshold of the holy way, and Rao Yaoyao could not go deeper. Besides, under the interference of the holy power, she might not even have the desire to pursue it."

The holy power interferes with people's thoughts?

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have some enlightenment, and thought of the time when he was blocked by the heavenly way and could not find Yu Lingdi in Bai Ku.

Yu Lingdi, who was perfect in the realm of Tao, could do such a thing to himself.

Mei Siren, who has touched the threshold of the Saint Way, can slightly influence Rao Yaoyao's thoughts and force him to retreat in a non-combat situation. It seems not too much.

"Who among the Seven Sword Immortals has touched the Saint Way?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

Mei Siren shook his folding fan and counted with a sidelong glance: "You Tu, Feng Tingchen, and I... all count, but we all belong to the older generation, and this achievement is nothing."

After a pause, he sighed: "For the younger generation, Hua Jianxian has reached the semi-saint level, Wen Ting is still a step away, and the other two are still some distance away."

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows.

He was still a little unsure when he heard the rumors before.

But Hua Changdeng has reached the semi-saint level. When this comes out of Mei Si's mouth, it is ironclad.

It is rumored that there is a Taoist temple master in Guizhe Holy Mountain who cannot be called by the saint's name directly. If this is added, there are two semi-saints.

Terrible!

What's more terrible is that for the world, the "semi-saint" realm is almost unattainable.

For the Seven Sword Immortals, it seems to be just a matter of time?

No wonder the title of "Seven Sword Immortals" has such a respected status on the mainland.

This is equivalent to seven confirmed semi-saints!

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou thought of Ai Cangsheng, who was sitting on a wheelchair and saw from afar in the Eight Palaces, so he hesitated and said: "The disabled person sitting on the Guizhe Holy Mountain with a bow and arrow..."

Mei Siren couldn't react for a while, and smiled after a long while: "It's also a semi-saint."

"Hiss~"

Xu Xiaoshou took a breath of cold air. He was not sure before, but now it is confirmed.

There are three semi-saints on the Guizhe Holy Mountain?

No wonder it is the first force on the mainland!

"You say..." Mei Siren shook his head, and was very speechless about the "disabled person with a bow and arrow" described by Xu Xiaoshou.

"You can't call the saint by name." Xu Xiaoshou smiled.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

I still remember that in the Taixu Illusionary Realm, he said to Old Sang that he would dare to ascend the Holy Mountain of Guizhe after he ascended the throne.

Now think about it, the difficulty is comparable to ascending to the sky.

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked, unwilling to let go of the walking history book in front of him, and continued to ask: "Who else in the world has touched the threshold of the Holy Path, or has stepped into the semi-saint realm?"

Who else... Mei Siren's mouth twitched, and he almost knocked down the folding fan in his hand, and said unhappily:

"The semi-saint forces in the five domains that are hidden from the world have been passed down from ancient times to the present, and they have not entered the mortal world and are not counted..."

"The ghost beasts in the Void Island that contain holy power, and those who have come out and drifted on the mainland..."

"In addition to the major peak forces today, there are also those who are participating in the struggle for power in the world..."

"These, do you want me to count them one by one and read them to you?"

Mei Siren's eyebrows were raised, and his face looked a little ugly.

"Uh!"

Xu Xiaoshou's scalp was numb for a while.

It would be fine if he didn't do statistics. After Mr. Siren said that, he felt that he was really fooled by Mr. Sang.

There is always someone better than you!

How come there are so many semi-saints?

"Not many."

Mei Siren knew what he was thinking and sighed, "What I listed doesn't count. At least for some reason, they can't show their saintly power on the mainland, otherwise they will be punished by the saintly calamity, and the consequences will be extremely serious."

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had found a blind spot: "What's the reason?"

Mei Siren shook his head and said nothing.

"Oh."

Xu Xiaoshou was disappointed. Is it another secret that can't be told? Damn...

"What are the consequences? Will I die?" He asked again, thinking that he should be able to tell it.

Mei Siren shook his head: "I won't die, but the price is terrible. It's possible to fall out of the saintly realm. Under the power of rules, becoming a saint is equivalent to..."

He stopped talking suddenly.

"Equivalent to what?" Xu Xiaoshou was itching to see the old swordsman keeping things a secret.

Mei Siren sighed: "Young people are full of vigor and ambition, while semi-saints confine themselves to a corner. You figure it out for yourself!"

What does it mean?

Xu Xiaoshou almost didn't understand the twists and turns.

He understood the first half of the sentence. When young, they were full of vigor and ambition and traveled all over the country. It was not difficult to understand.

But the second half of the sentence...

Semi-saints confine themselves to a corner?

This is a bit scary when you think about it!

Could it be that after becoming a semi-saint, you can't walk around the continent like a young man?

"Have you seen a semi-saint?" Mei Siren asked with a smile.

"No..."

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head subconsciously, and his pupils shrank soon, thinking of something.

"No way? Is it really what I think?" He opened his mouth wide, a little shocked.

Mei Siren explained jokingly: "The war between the semi-saints may destroy this world, so they can't do whatever they want~"

I'm not a child anymore... Xu Xiaoshou shouted wildly in his heart.

If it were in the past, he might think that Mr. Siren's explanation was reasonable.

But now, he would only think that these so-called rules and regulations are all illusions.

The mainland also banned the throne from taking action. If you really want to fight, you have to fight in the air or open the boundary.

But after the night battle in the royal city, Xu Xiaoshou understood.

If you are in a hurry, who cares about the boundary?

Killing the enemy in the shortest time is the most correct way that will not damage the environment.

But the mainland still has these strange restrictions...

When Xu Xiaoshou thought that even the throne has these restrictions, the restrictions on Zhan Dao and Taixu are even greater.

Then, if we think about it, it seems understandable that the semi-saint imprisoned himself?

"Something is wrong."

Xu Xiaoshou always felt that if he thought about it carefully, he should be able to touch something.

But he always felt that it was a little short.

It was just a little short, but he felt that there was a final barrier between him and the truth.

But he couldn't figure out where this barrier was and what it was?

"Don't think about it. You are just a master. The throne can interfere with your thoughts. Do you think you can figure it out?" Mei Siren picked up the teacup, shook his head and smiled, then took a sip.

Xu Xiaoshou was horrified for a while.

But after the shock, he could not realize what the great terror he had just realized was.

He could only let it go helplessly.

"Mr. Siren, what I want to ask is, except for those who cannot take action, in the five domains, are there many people who can really touch the holy way and semi-saints...?" Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows.

Mei Siren revealed the mystery behind the young man's words: "You want to ask about the enemies you may face in the future, right?"

"Hehe..." Xu Xiaoshou scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

The "you" that Mr. Siren said, of course, not only Xu Xiaoshou, but also the holy slaves.

Obviously, after the old sword fairy knew Xu Xiaoshou's position, he knew what he wanted to ask.

"Actually, you have the answer, basically, only those you know..."

Mei Siren put down the teacup, tapped the edge of the cup with his fingers, and said sadly: "Nine out of ten semi-saints in the world are in the Holy Spirit Temple and the Holy Palace. The remaining one or two are scattered outside. Basically, there are people watching them. It is impossible to make a move."

Xu Xiaoshou fell silent after hearing this.

To this day, he has long understood that the Holy Spirit Temple and the Holy Palace are actually the only pair of equal status on the mainland.

It's just that the former is the first force on the mainland, focusing on war and managing the world.

The latter is a training base for semi-saints. Apart from practicing, they are basically ignorant of worldly affairs. It is a pure school.

The number of semi-saints on this continent may not be as few as rumored.

Or, the public cannot even determine whether there are semi-saints on this continent.

But for most people...

No!

It should be said that for almost all people in the world, the level of semi-saints is basically beyond their reach.

So the legend that semi-saints are the highest fighting force in this world, invisible like gods, is actually false.

But in a sense, it can also be true.

Xu Xiaoshou is different.

He feels that he is trapped in prison and has fallen into the trap of Saint Slave. He may face semi-saint-level opponents in the future.

But if he wants to know more, it seems that even Mr. Siren can't say more...

At this time, Mei Siren laughed and said, "Don't worry about it. You are just a junior master. How can you think so far? Your brain... Tsk tsk."

Xu Xiaoshou also laughed.

He felt that it was true!

He was floating again. How could a semi-saint take action against him?

Even when Rao Jianxian came to the First Floor of the Heavenly Palace, he was not looking for him, but just wanted to visit Mr. Siren, who was also one of the Seven Sword Immortals.

He was just worrying about something else. The emperor was not anxious, but the eunuch was.

Such thoughts should be what the Eight Venerables should consider.

Old Sang was right. As a chess piece, you should just do your duty as a chess piece. Why do you have the heart of a chess player and be so pretentious?

Along the way, Xu Xiaoshou had seen almost every genius on this continent who grew up with the template of the protagonist.

Whether it was the young generation or the middle-aged and elderly generation.

Basically, those who were famous had their own legends.

He no longer dared to be pretentious like before, relying on his passive system.

At this time, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had caught the blind spot again. He looked up at the old man in front of him: "Mr. Siren, when did you master the holy power?"

Mei Siren stared at the young man, and suddenly a smile bloomed on his face.

He thought it was interesting that this guy could use two identities to shuttle back and forth during the night battle in the royal city. He had a very good brain.

In just a few words, he had figured out something.

Xu Xiaoshou also laughed and said softly: "Mr. Siren is a genius! Otherwise, how could he get the title of Seven Sword Immortals? And the young generation of the Seven Sword Immortals have now become semi-saints..."

"Stop." Mei Siren stretched out his hand, obviously not wanting to talk about this, just smiled and shook his head helplessly.

Xu Xiaoshou shut up in time.

He looked at Mr. Siren's smile that made people feel like spring breeze.

For some reason, I saw the great terror hidden behind the smile.

After a long pause, Xu Xiaoshou asked: "On this continent, apart from the Holy Temple and the Holy Palace, is there anyone who dares to break through and become a half-saint?"

Mei Siren's eyes rolled slightly, and he laughed and scolded: "Put away your little cleverness, how can there be any saying of 'dare' or 'dare not'?"

"Is there?"

"Yes."

"Who?" Xu Xiaoshou leaned forward slightly.

Mei Siren laughed: "The most courageous person on this large continent - You Tu!"

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

The most courageous person on this continent?

What adjective is this?

You Tu... Xu Xiaoshou knew it.

When the Seven Sword Immortals were first listed, there was no ranking of strength, only seven people were listed.

At that time, these seven sword immortals were only at the level of Taixu cultivation, and none of them was a half-saint.

But there is only one person who has been honored as the leader of the Seven Sword Immortals by the world, as if there is no basis for it, that is Grandpa Youtu.

Xu Xiaoshou thought about it carefully.

He seemed to not know that apart from the Holy Temple, the Holy Palace, and some ghost beasts, there was even one person who achieved the semi-saint realm by himself.

Not even the Eighth Sword Immortal!

Only the one mentioned by Mr. Siren...

"Youtu?"

Xu Xiaoshou muttered in a trance, and hurriedly stopped talking after reacting.

He realized that if the other party had achieved semi-sainthood, then he was calling the saint's name directly, which was disrespectful! He might be discovered and die!

"It doesn't matter, everyone calls him that, he doesn't mind these." Mei Siren waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized that when everyone mentioned the Seven Sword Immortal Youtu, it seemed that they all called him by his name, and nothing happened in the end.

So all along, he subconsciously believed that Youtu was just a sword immortal.

"So, he is already a sword saint..."

"A long time ago." Mei Siren's eyes were filled with admiration when mentioning Youtu.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at all this, and suddenly thought of what the old man had just said, "The most courageous person on this continent."

So he asked aloud: "So, is the legend about Mr. Youtu true or false?"

It is said that Youtu's seven swords beheaded the former master of the Holy Temple, forcing Dao Qiongcang to take the throne in a hurry.

When he was in Tiansang Ling Palace, the "White Cloud Sword Technique" that the former Xu Xiaoshou had learned for three years was derived from Youtu's "Seven Swords of Xingtian", which was just a super-simple spiritual technique version after dozens of dimensional reductions.

In the past, Xu Xiaoshou listened to this legend casually and didn't take it seriously.

Now he knows how much water there is in it.

Even if Youtu was a semi-saint at that time, there should be more than one semi-saint on the Guizhe Holy Mountain, right?

Besides, the previous master of the Holy Temple would never be...

Seven swords!

He didn't even have the strength to parry, and was directly killed, right? !

At this time, Mei Siren smiled: "It's true."

Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he was stunned: "Huh?"

Mei Siren took another sip of tea, and used the tone of a bard to tell the story as if he had seen it with his own eyes:

"That day, Ba Zun An fought out from the cross street corner, and it took him three years to become a sword fairy, but there were only seven sword fairies, and he was full of youthful vigor, so he challenged one of them outside the city of dead Buddha..."

Hua Changdeng!

Xu Xiaoshou's breathing accelerated: "Then what?"

Mei Siren: "Hua Jianxian must of course accept the challenge. Ba Zun An's reputation as the strongest swordsman since ancient times is not a lie. But on the day of the decisive battle, when everyone thought that the title of sword fairy would change, Ba Zun An's sword Qingju was cut off on the spot. Hua Jianxian's three swords ended the legend of the eighth sword fairy."

That's it?

Xu Xiaoshou waited for a while but nothing happened. He thought to himself that my neck was sore from stretching, and you just told me this?

What about the process?

Others can only give a brief summary, but you just omit it?

He looked at Mei Siren's smiling face and suddenly realized that this was not possible?

Keep silent?

Mei Siren changed the subject.

"The Eighth Lord was already Youtu's man at that time."

"After this battle, Youtu became a saint on the spot, and he killed his way up the Holy Mountain of Guizhe alone, beheaded the previous master of the Holy Temple with seven swords, and then left."

"After that, he never entered the world again."