Chapter 49
In a flowing black robe, with white hair cascading down, he held a long sword with black scales. His face, shrouded in a hazy divine light, was difficult to discern, but his striking features were undeniably captivating. However, it was his pair of golden vertical pupils that exuded an overwhelming authority, making anyone who dared to meet his gaze feel a flutter of unease.
He hovered behind Li Qingran.
As his body fully solidified, a thunderous roar echoed through the air.
A black dragon's phantom surged forth from behind him, coiling around his form, its claws bared and its presence formidable. Eventually, it merged partially with the black-scaled sword, resembling the sword's very soul.
“Se-Senior!” Li Qingran's eyes were fixed on Chen Huai'an, who had now stepped in front of her. Even though she could only see his profile, she forgot to breathe, her cheeks growing increasingly warm, her mind a blank slate.
“Girl, step back. I... cough, I’m about to start pretending... cough cough, and kill someone!”
Li Qingran was tense, and so was Chen Huai'an.
To his right, a dazzling array of skills lit up, and he had no idea what any of them were. There was no time to figure it out; he was being thrust into action. Wearing a VR headset only heightened the urgency of the situation.
He didn’t dare look at Li Qingran again.
He had caught a glimpse, and she was stunning—truly remarkable.
With VR, everything felt so real; he was afraid he would just keep staring.
Now, the question was, how should he operate?
Wherever it lit up, he should go? But everything was lit up!
【The beginner combat tutorial is about to begin.】
A game interface appeared in Chen Huai'an's vision, and he felt a surge of joy.
“Great! It’s a tutorial for dummies! We’re saved!”
In the next moment, everything around him froze.
Chen Huai'an realized he had entered the tutorial and immediately turned to stare intently at Li Qingran.
This was called desensitization training.
【This game employs the latest brain neural mapping technology, allowing players to control their characters with their thoughts.】
Before him appeared a mirror that rippled like water and a wooden dummy.
Reluctantly, Chen Huai'an tore his gaze away from Li Qingran's face and faced the mirror, attempting to make a peace sign.
For a cultivator at the peak of the Transformation Stage, such a pose felt utterly out of place, and he quickly reverted to his usual ethereal demeanor. Once he entered the character, he unconsciously began to act the part.
【This game will map the techniques and mental methods you can use into your mind. Rest assured, this will not burden your brain. As the mapping increases, they will gradually become part of your memory.】
【Please attack the wooden dummy in front of you.】
After a moment of thought, Chen Huai'an swung his sword at the dummy, which shattered instantly.
There was no sense of impact, as if he were slicing through tofu—light and effortless.
【Please use a technique skill.】
The dummy reformed, and after a brief pause, Chen Huai'an activated the first move of the
With a resonant hum!
As the sword sang, Chen Huai'an moved with it, the sword striking like a dragon.
All he saw was a flash of brilliant sword light, and the wooden dummy was reduced to splinters. In the next moment, he was back in his original position, and a lingering mist formed a shadow of his sword thrust.
At this point, the second stage of Long Wind Breaking Waves was still lit up.
—Shadow Slash: Instantly return to the shadow's position and thrust again.
“Wow, awesome!” Chen Huai'an might not be well-educated, but he knew how to appreciate greatness.
He hadn’t expected the first move of the Qinglian Sword Classic to be so bizarre.
He had to practice it well and teach it to Li Qingran.
【Tutorial complete. Enjoy your game!】
...
Everything around him sprang back to life.
Chen Huai'an's gaze locked onto Lu Changtian and Daoist Qingxuan not far away, his previously bewildered expression replaced by confidence.
So, Daoist Qingxuan, huh...
Likes to meddle, does he...
Chen Huai'an sneered. For such a stubborn old coot, he should unleash his strongest move.
The tenth move of the
The eleventh and twelfth moves were locked, unattainable for someone at the peak of the Transformation Stage.
Otherwise, he would have driven the Milky Way straight into Daoist Qingxuan's face today.
The black-scaled sword slid half an inch from its sheath, its light as fine as dust.
The rampant sword intent poured forth from the sheath, slicing through the surrounding air with a sharp crackle.
Daoist Qingxuan, you want to protect your disciple?
Chen Huai'an's eyes sparkled with determination.
Then, take this sword!
Hummm—!
The sword sang like thunder.
At the Qingyun Sect, before the grand hall's entrance, a beam of moonlight rose from the ground.
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Chapter 51: Another Hidden Old Monster (Mu Feng, who loves spicy century eggs +1)
The unparalleled young master, his sword intent like a rainbow.
Everyone was stunned within that round moon, rendered speechless.
Wu Duantian staggered to his feet, struggling to maintain his composure.
The Qingxuan Sword in Daoist Qingxuan's hand trembled slightly.
Deep within the Qingyun Sect's mountain, in a concealed paradise, an old woman with a head full of white hair suddenly furrowed her brow as she sat in meditation.
Li Qingran gazed dreamily at the moonlight.
In the full moon, someone danced with a sword, wild and unrestrained.
“The bright moon rises over Tianshan, amidst the vast sea of clouds—!”
A melodious voice echoed in the moonlight, its lingering sound enchanting rather than noisy, drawing one into a trance.
The sword dance in the moonlight was dreamlike, with cold light shooting forth, piercing through the sea of clouds.
Suddenly, the sword's momentum shifted, swift as thunder!
Then the ethereal voice laughed heartily: “The long wind stretches for thousands of miles, blowing past the Jade Gate Pass—!”
“凝—!”
In the high heavens, the sword intent surged.
The figure dancing with the sword halted, and the flying sword lightly descended for a strike.
Swish!
The sea of clouds parted, revealing a clear sky, the moonlight growing denser.
An overwhelming killing intent descended.
Wu Duantian's heart raced, his face pale, and he shouted frantically to those around him:
“Not good! Quickly stabilize the protective formation of the sect, and have the disciples evacuate from the square immediately!”
When that mysterious cultivator had appeared, he had only sensed the aura of someone at the peak of the Transformation Stage, so he hadn’t taken it seriously.
He thought that even if Daoist Qingxuan couldn’t win, he could at least hold his ground; if worse came to worst, he could call on the elders for help.
Who would have thought that the moment the opponent's sword move began, just the sword intent alone sent chills down his spine.
Could this person be an old monster from the hidden Sword Pavilion?
How could he wield such terrifying sword techniques?
It is well known that cultivators often use swords, but pure sword cultivators rarely achieve great success.
However, once a sword cultivator does achieve success, their destructive power is second to none in the Cangyun Realm.
Without further thought, the sword had already descended, aimed directly at Daoist Qingxuan.
The coldness of the moonlight fused with the sharpness of the sword intent.
From a distance, it still had form, but as it approached, all that remained in view was a sea of silver.
Daoist Qingxuan gripped his sword, unable to distinguish whether the light in his eyes was moonlight or sword light, surrounded on all sides, with no escape. He could only grit his teeth and unleash the strongest strike of the Great Wuxiang Sword—Grasping the Galaxy.
The Qingxuan Sword glimmered with starlight, blinding to the eye.
What should have been a grand strike appeared childish and laughable in the moonlight.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
But starlight, in the face of the bright moon, could only be devoured and dissolved.
...
The full moon vanished.
The square of the Qingyun Sect was riddled with countless sword holes, growing denser towards the center.
Daoist Qingxuan was covered in blood, propping himself up with his sword, his body swaying precariously. The Qingxuan Sword, which had accompanied him for over a hundred years, was now riddled with wounds, much like his own scarred body, as if the slightest movement would shatter them both.
A beam of moonlight fell behind Daoist Qingxuan.
Chen Huai'an stepped out from the moonlight, not even glancing at the bloodied figure kneeling in the center of the square.
He simply walked slowly to Lu Changtian.
“Are you coming on your own, or do you want me to help you?”
Lu Changtian looked up at Chen Huai'an, his face growing paler. He swallowed hard and stammered, “I... I’ll do it myself…”
Spiritual energy surged downward, and with a muffled thud, Lu Changtian clutched his dantian, rolling on the ground in agony.
The piercing wails echoed across the square.
Daoist Qingxuan stirred, attempting to rise, struggling a few times, but ultimately knelt back into the pool of blood.
“Every debt has its owner.”
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