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"Excuse me, I'm Lu Yang." Lu Yang carefully got into the carriage, afraid that the rainwater and mud on his body would stain it.,Over the past decade living in this small town, he had heard tales from the scholar about celestial swords striking heaven's gate, stories of river demons stirring up floods a hundred miles away, and accounts of immortal disciples wielding flying swords to vanquish demons and protect humanity. He had even witnessed slovenly Daoists swindling people, leaping into the sky to escape custody, only to be brought back down by officials who flew after them.,The place they had just passed through was still pouring with rain, while where they were, the sun shone brightly, birds sang, and flowers bloomed. It was as if a peerless sword qi had divided the world into two halves of yin and yang, never to intersect again.。