Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

0There's cold sweat on his forehead. The air seemed to have solidified, making it hard for him to move.    0

    

The cold sweat gradually flowed down and gathered at the tip of his nose. The cold sweat turned into a drop of sparkling sweat and then became bigger and bigger.    

    

Yang Xuan seemed to have heard a soft sound. The sweat quietly dripped onto the ground and splashed in all directions.    

    

The surrounding pressure instantly retreated like a tide at this moment. He only felt his body loosen up and hurriedly stabilized his body, only then did he not lose his balance and fall down.    

    

Yang Xuan quietly took two deep breaths, his face full of shock. He looked at the kind Old City Lord in front of him and wanted to say something but stopped himself.    

    

"It's still too early for me to tell you this. I invited you here this time because I want you to write a few more words."    

    

Old City Lord stroked his white beard and said calmly. He did not seem to have noticed the situation just now, nor did he notice Yang Xuan's condition.    

    

Yang Xuan took a deep breath, cupped his fists, and walked over. He looked at the pure white paper in front of him, and the thick ink on the inkstone. He asked, "What words do you want me to write?"    

    

"If one person is guarding the checkpoint, ten thousand people will not be able to pass."    

    

Old City Lord showed a kind smile and glanced at the words in the corner.    

    

"Okay."    

    

Yang Xuan nodded and did not think much about it. He took the pen on the table and put it on the ink slab and tapped it a few times.    

    

At this moment, his mind was completely silent. The suffocating feeling just now had disappeared. City Lord, who was beside him, had also disappeared. Only that piece of paper remained in his eyes.    

    

An imposing aura gradually overflowed from his body, like a moth flying into the flame, fearless. That imposing aura was like a sacrificial warrior on the battlefield, making people feel sorrowful.    

    

City Lord quietly took a step back, his eyes full of praise.    

    

Yang Xuan finally began to write. He wrote back and forth with the momentum of killing.    

    

A drop of black ink could not withstand the vibration and quietly flew out, landing on Old City Lord's white clothes. However, there seemed to be a layer of membrane on the white robe, blocking it for a moment.    

    

The aura on Yang Xuan's body became stronger and stronger. That bit of black ink seemed to have been inspired and finally fell on it. A black dot was instantly formed on his spotless white clothes.    

    

The smile on Old City Lord's face became wider and wider. He glanced at the black dot lightly and continued to look at Yang Xuan. He did not pay too much attention to it.    

    

He raised the pen and kept it until he stopped. It was done in one go!    

    

"City Lord, I'm done."    

    

Yang Xuan bowed slightly and then put his pen on the inkstone. At this time, he was like a deflated ball. His aura just now was like an illusion.    

    

"Good calligraphy!"    

    

Old City Lord walked over and looked at the big words on the table. His eyes lit up, as if he was a poor man who had picked up a treasure. He was very happy.    

    

He carefully picked up the words and observed them for a while. Then he said, "This is not prime minister Xu's style. It seems that your attainments in this field are indeed very high. I can't even compare with you."    

    

"You praise me too much."    

    

Yang Xuan was about to bow again, but he was lifted up by a pair of invisible hands.    

    

"I'm not such a secular person. You don't have to be polite when you see me in the future."    

    

"But, the book says..."    

    

"My words aren't even as effective as a lousy book?"    

    

Old City Lord's eyes suddenly widened, blocking the second half of what Yang Xuan wanted to say. He saw that Yang Xuan did not dare to speak anymore, so he nodded in satisfaction and continued to appreciate the words in his hand.    

    

After a while, he seemed to have found something and put the calligraphy back on the table.    

    

"Your calligraphy seems to be missing something."    

    

"Please enlighten me."    

    

Old City Lord stroked his beard and waved. The piece of paper in the corner flew over.    

    

"The aura of this calligraphy is not right, but your calligraphy is lacking."    

    

After he finished speaking, he tapped his fingertip and the calligraphy flew in front of Yang Xuan.    

    

"I saw that you had an extraordinary aura when you were writing, but now, the aura on this piece of paper is less than one-tenth of your original aura. It only has the form but no aura."    

    

He shook his head in disappointment. He grabbed the inkstone with one hand and began to grind it again.    

    

"Write another one."    

    

"Yes."    

    

"[This one isn't good enough, you can write another one.]"    

    

"Yes."    

    

"Aura! Merge your aura into it, then write another word!"    

    

"Yes."    

    

Inside the cabin, the sunlight on the table gradually expanded and extended until it shone on the wall.    

    

The paper in the corner was stacked more and more, the ink slab was grinded again and again, and even the neat and soft brush was a little messy.    

    

"City Lord, I really can't write anymore."    

    

Yang Xuan looked at his trembling right hand and said bitterly.    

    

Old City Lord still had the same kind smile on his face. His smile was as warm as the spring wind. But now, in his eyes, Old City Lord was like a man-eating ghost.    

    

"Your aura is getting weaker and weaker."    

    

The smile on Old City Lord's face gradually faded. He waved his hand and the paper on the table flew to the corner.    

    

Yang Xuan was a little ashamed. For the whole afternoon, City Lord had been explaining how to merge the aura into the brush and the words, but he still did not understand after listening for so long.    

    

"I see that you have been writing for so long. I also want to write."    

    

Old City Lord sighed in disappointment. He stretched out his hand and the brush fell into his hand.    

    

A bit of ink flew out of the ink slab and merged into the brush before Yang Xuan could react.    

    

Old City Lord lifted the tip of the brush and looked at it. He nodded with satisfaction and began to write on the paper. He did not do anything shocking, nor did he make any big movements.    

    

It was as if he was not writing, but rowing a boat. He shook his wrist slightly, and not long after, four big words appeared.    

    

Yang Xuan frowned and looked over with a serious expression.    

    

A shocking momentum rushed out of the words. It was as if a general who had gone to war on the battlefield had rushed in front of him with the intention to die.    

    

That seemingly material killing intent shocked him. All the hair on his body stood up. He could not help but slap forward. The Spirit Aura gathered in his palm, bringing with it the whistling sound of the wind.    

    

In the next moment, he only felt a tremble. The killing intent in front of him immediately dissipated. There was no general, only City Lord, who had put down the brush.    

    

"Is this an illusion?"    

    

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment and quickly asked. The feeling just now was too real. At this moment, there was still a Spirit Aura that had yet to dissipate in his palm.    

    

Old City Lord turned around and said, "The killing intent just now wasn't an illusion. If you don't resist it, you will definitely be injured."    

    

"This is impossible!"    

    

Yang Xuan took a step back. Even though he was usually calm and collected, he was still shocked at this moment. City Lord's casual handwriting could actually hurt people? There was also that almost tangible killing intent that made people shiver.    

    

"This is the aura."    

    

Old City Lord walked over and stretched out his hand. In just a moment, a golden light was condensed.