Sword Aura to the Heavens-Chapter 442 - 437: Entering the Imperial City

A few days later, a figure emerged from the gates of the Da Li Imperial City, surrounded by countless gazes from cultivators.

The figure was none other than Xing Feng. Upon receiving the message from Li Fan, the court surprisingly released him without delay, allowing him to leave unharmed.

This inevitably reminded people of Li Fan's words. Concerning the promise of Li Mountain, even the court did not doubt it.

To order the release of a top-tier Seven Realms cultivator from Li Mountain, not many could achieve this; it was indeed the will of the one in the palace.

The current Emperor of the Da Li Dynasty wanted Li Fan to come to the Capital!

The Martial Intent Peak Master, from the midst of the Seven Realms, was released just like that.

Xing Feng glanced up at the scorching sun in the sky, somewhat glaring, and stepped forward, heading out of the city gate.

His pace was not fast, and after walking less than ten miles, Xing Feng settled down beside a tavern, sitting cross-legged. Not far in front of him was the official road leading to the Capital.

It seemed he was waiting for someone here.

In the shadows, countless eyes were watching. Now, every move they made was being followed by the entire Great Li Cultivation World.

Everyone saw Xing Feng sitting with his eyes closed, facing the official road, and immediately understood his intention.

Before being captured and brought to the Capital, Xing Feng single-handedly fought against four top-tier Seven Realms cultivators in a life-and-death battle, having already placed life and death out of his concerns. This battle was not his fault, but he was ultimately severely defeated and captured.

Clearly, Xing Feng did not fear death, but the heir of the Sword Dao from Li Mountain demanded entering the Capital as the condition for his release.

Therefore, Xing Feng had to wait here for him.

"It's worthy of someone from Li Mountain. Although Li Mountain has more than just Sword Cultivators, other cultivators also possess the demeanor of Li Mountain Sword Cultivators." From a distance, two young men commented as they gazed at Xing Feng.

"If he refuses to leave, would it not waste Li Fan's painstaking efforts?"

"Li Fan entered the Capital for him. If he were to perish in the Imperial City, judging by this martial great cultivator's character, he might choose death as an apology. Given how things are, he would only accompany Li Fan into the Capital."

"It's truly complicated, as if they are all engaged in meaningless activities?"

The person laughed heartily: "If this is meaningless, then how many things in the world are truly meaningful? It is precisely because they seemingly have no meaning, yet everyone has to engage in them, adding color to the Great Li Cultivation World."

"So, Li Fan will definitely come?"

"All the talented individuals under heaven are preparing to enter the Capital, how could he not come?"

The entire world knew Li Fan would come.

If Li Fan were to come, would Li Mountain also come?

The court's release of Xing Feng quickly spread throughout Da Li, and subsequently, cultivators from all sides of Da Li went to the Capital one after another.

Noble Family's Pride, Great Sect Saint Son, the royal family members—all at once, a number of talented individuals gathered in the Capital City.

Perhaps even Li Fan himself did not realize his influence had become so great, or maybe it was because he not only was a matchless talent but also represented the Li Mountain Sword.

In this world, who wouldn't want to surpass the Li Mountain Sword?

What's more intriguing is that the demon race turmoil subsided overnight, as if some agreement had been reached, leaving many puzzled about what lay behind it.

Or maybe, the Demon Race too was waiting for Li Fan to enter the Capital, waiting for the court to address him?

There were even rumors that the Demon Race would have a demon enter the Capital.

As the external world surged with waves, triggering endless turmoil, Li Fan, the initiator, seemed to have vanished without a trace. No one knew where he had gone, or where he was now.

But none of these mattered; they only needed to wait in the Capital City. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Day by day, Li Fan had promised to enter the Capital within three months.

In the blink of an eye, it was nearly three months.

Every day, a large number of people entered and exited the gates of the Capital City, almost all were people from the cultivation world. In this central city of the Great Li World, how could ordinary people find their footing?

Not to mention ordinary people, even cultivators below the Condensed Core struggled to make their way in the Capital, resorting to scraping by at the lower levels.

The Capital's grandeur and extravagance were beyond their reach.

No matter if you're a prodigy or a regional lord, in this city, one must be 'humble'.

Here, geniuses were as common as cow hair; so-called noble family prodigies could be seen everywhere, and aristocrats often encountered.

This city has the strongest wine, the most formidable geniuses, and the fairest beauties.

The millennia-old dynasty's heritage was mostly centered in this capital.

Yet, it was in this city that today was abuzz with excitement over a young man; half of the city's populace focused on this matter.

In this place overflowing with geniuses, such an incident had never occurred, perhaps because of the rumour that the one in the palace personally invited him to the Capital.

Or it might be because the young man had yet to face defeat and had inherited the Li Mountain Sword.

But some understood it was not just because of Li Fan.

It was also due to the past Li Mountain Sword Leader, Wen Haoran, whose Haoran Sword was renowned across the world; the past Canglan Blade who served as the Da Li National Master and had defeated countless heroes; and the Eternal Sword Saint, who had wielded a sword in this Imperial City.

Because generations of renowned sword cultivators from Li Mountain forged the name of Li Mountain, this led to Li Fan entering the Capital, shaking the world.

The official roads outside the Capital were bustling with carriages and horses, and many cultivators were flying in the sky.

In the distance, a young man in white tread on a flying sword, his Sword Aura cut through the sky like a rainbow piercing the sun, carrying the sound of a whistling sword, flying straight towards the Capital.

The young man in white gazed up at the mighty city ahead, with its majestic palaces, towering pavilions, and ancient architectural complex sprawling as far as the eye could see.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed there was a glow emerging from the distance, vaguely coalescing into a colossal dragon shadow, covering the boundless earth.

This was no illusion; it was the aura of the True Dragon. This city was the center of worldly fortune, the focal point of the universe.

Though not yet arrived, Li Fan already felt an overwhelming aura of dignity, ancient, solemn, and awe-inspiring.

But the flying sword pressed onward without a hint of stopping.

"Sword Cultivator." The surrounding cultivators all glanced towards Li Fan, then someone exclaimed: "It's him."

Countless people had already seen Li Fan's portrait. He did not hide his presence, thus was easily recognized.

This day was exactly the three-month period; he had arrived as promised.

"Go."

"Buzz, buzz…"

Countless figures soared through the sky, many following behind Li Fan, while cultivators below all raised their heads, then rapidly headed towards the Imperial City.

Sitting by the official road, Xing Feng opened his eyes, looked up in the distance, and saw Li Fan's figure.

He did not speak, quietly rose, then with large strides, each step covering a great distance, followed beneath Li Fan, once again heading towards the Imperial City.

"Uncle Master." Li Fan, flying on his sword, glanced below and sent a message. Xing Feng looked up; their eyes met without much word, continuing forward.

Outside the Capital City gate, countless people thronged towards it.

Amid the crowd was a young woman, carrying a sword on her back. She was exceedingly beautiful, but at this moment, she mingled with the crowd like an inconspicuous figure.

This woman was Lu Yuan. She did not turn back to look at Li Fan but continued forward silently.

Skyward, riding his sword, Li Fan naturally saw her, sighing silently in his heart.

This time, he came alone.

But as he set out, it seemed Lu Yuan also headed towards the Imperial City, arriving there at this moment.

The two did not exchange words; Lu Yuan blended into the crowd and entered the Capital gates.

Li Fan, however, flew to the top of the city wall, where many guards were stationed, and someone soared into the air blocking his path.

Li Fan glanced at them, then looked into the distance, announcing in a loud voice: "Li Fan, a Li Mountain Sword Cultivator, arrives as promised to enter the Capital and discuss the Dao."

At this moment, in Li Fan's eyes, the dragon shadow hovering over the Imperial City seemed to stir.

There was no response, but the guards in front of him made way, evidently having been informed.

The Sword Aura cut through the sky as Li Fan, controlling his sword, advanced forward, stepping into the capital of this millennia-old dynasty.