Chapter 189
Thanks to his junior sister Mu Baishuang, he found the most suitable body-refining technique for himself.
Although his current realm was not as high as during his peak, his combat power was on par with that time.
This body-refining technique allowed for rapid cultivation as long as he had resources to pile up. Once he raised his realm, those so-called geniuses would be nothing but a joke in front of him.
Entering the secret realm this time, with countless resources available, was just the opportunity he needed to improve.
He instinctively turned to glance at Mu Baishuang, hoping to exchange a look with her.
Recently, she seemed to be in a bad mood, even skipping the secret realm participation, appearing distracted no matter what she did.
As the senior brother, it was only natural for him to show concern.
However, when he turned around, he found no trace of Mu Baishuang.
Where did that girl run off to?
Before he could think further, a sudden roar echoed from the horizon.
“Roar—!”
Lu Changtian instinctively looked back.
He saw the clouds rolling at the edge of the sky, where a dragon was stretching its claws, tearing the heavens apart with nine cracks.
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Chapter 204: Just Split It
“What’s going on with the Shaoyang Sect? They’ve taken over the Wendaotai of the Sword Pavilion. Qingxuan, go tell them to scram.” The old ancestor of Qingyun sat within the cloud tent, her voice commanding. Compared to her previous hoarse tone, she now exuded the charm of a mature woman.
“Mother… uh, Old Ancestor, so what if they occupy it? Our relationship with the Sword Pavilion isn’t great anyway. Why should we help them?” Qingxuan Daoist looked confused and cupped his hands, saying, “The leader of the Shaoyang Sect is young but already at the peak of the Transformation Stage. Why not try to win them over?”
“Are you going or not?”
A pressure spread throughout the cloud tent.
Qingxuan Daoist’s face changed dramatically.
Just as he was about to turn and carry out the old ancestor’s order, he suddenly felt a force coming from the horizon.
The sky above darkened, and everyone looked up to see a massive war chariot blocking the sun, much wider than the floating peak where the Wendaotai was located. Nine adult dragons were pulling it, the sound of chains clanking incessantly.
“Whose flying vessel is this?”
“Look at that banner… oh my goodness, it’s the Sword Pavilion?”
“Aren’t they supposed to be poor? Where did they get the resources to build such a large flying vessel and even capture nine dragons to pull it… Isn’t the demon race going to settle the score with them?”
Everyone stared in shock at the Shengxuan.
The Shengxuan slowly came to a stop between the floating mountains of the Qingyun Sect and the Shaoyang Sect.
Boom! Boom! Boom—!
Nine massive bronze pillars dropped from the war chariot, deeply embedding themselves into the mountain below. The nine dragons coiled around the bronze pillars, securing the floating war chariot in place.
As the commotion settled, the entire secret realm fell silent for a moment, all the cultivators staring in disbelief at the scene.
“Who was it that said the Sword Pavilion was poor?”
“I… I don’t know…”
On the Shengxuan, Chen Huai'an looked around, puzzled. “Sect Master Su, didn’t you say our Sword Pavilion, being one of the major sects, has a dedicated floating mountain dojo? Where is it?”
Su Qinian’s expression darkened, and he forced a smile, pointing to the floating mountain with the Shaoyang Sect’s banner. “Old Ancestor, over there, that floating mountain is our Sword Pavilion’s…”
“Are you sure?” Chen Huai'an squinted at the banner on the floating mountain.
“Sure.”
“Then how come someone’s up there?”
“Old Ancestor, they’ve taken over our Sword Pavilion’s dojo.” Yue Qianchi, linking arms with Li Qingran, rushed to say, “They think our Sword Pavilion is easy to bully!”
“Interesting.” Chen Huai'an snorted coldly.
“Disciple, hand me the sword.”
Li Qingran, upon hearing this, respectfully handed over the black-scaled sword and then stepped back to stand obediently with Yue Qianchi.
Su Qinian was taken aback, noticing Chen Huai'an’s grim expression. “Old Ancestor, you’re going to…”
“I think this dojo is too small and not suitable for our Sword Pavilion. Just split it.”
With a flick of his wrist, the black-scaled sword slid out of its sheath by three inches, the blade trembling, its terrifying sword intent causing the surrounding floating mountains to sink slightly.
Clang—!
An invisible sword wave burst forth, like a giant brush sweeping down, carving a crack in the sky.
The clouds rolled away in panic, the twilight torn into sparks.
As the sword wave struck the floating mountain, there was no thunderous roar, no tremor—only a beam of light shining through the deep sword mark, as the entire floating mountain was instantly cleaved in two. The natural formation within the mountain failed, and the two segments of the mountain fell apart, plummeting toward the mountains below.
“Who is it?!”
From the crumbling floating mountain, Shaoyang Sect disciples could be seen fleeing, along with an enraged shout: “Who dares to split my Shaoyang Sect’s dojo?!”
A middle-aged cultivator with wild hair flew to the front of the war chariot, his aura blazing red. However, his crown seemed to have been cut off, leaving his hair disheveled, looking quite disheveled.
“I did it.” Chen Huai'an looked at the leader of the Shaoyang Sect, his thumb resting on the sword hilt. “This floating mountain is the dojo of the Sword Pavilion. What’s wrong with me splitting my own dojo? That last sword didn’t harm a single person from your Shaoyang Sect, but if I strike again, I can’t guarantee the same.”
“You…” The Shaoyang Sect leader, Zhang Tinghai, realized he was in the wrong, his gaze evasive but still unable to contain his anger. Seeing that Chen Huai'an was also at the peak of the Transformation Stage, he felt a surge of confidence: “Your Sword Pavilion hasn’t shown up for ages. My Shaoyang Sect arrived first to occupy the dojo, so what? If you don’t like it, you can ask us to return it. Why can’t we talk this out? Why start with a sword strike?!”
“Occupying the Sword Pavilion’s dojo and still making excuses!? Shameless! Old Ancestor, take him down!”
Yue Qianchi fanned the flames from behind.
“Where did this arrogant brat come from? Slap him!”
Zhang Tinghai unleashed his divine power, the Shaoyang Palm, conjuring a massive red hand in the air to grab at Yue Qianchi.
He intended to give them both a way out.
If this palm injured Yue Qianchi, then the previous sword strike could be overlooked.
In recent years, the Sword Pavilion had kept a low profile, hardly arguing with any sects, except for the occasional flying vessels passing by their mountain and the incident at the Ascension Conference.
But the former only caused trouble on their own turf, while the latter, although it turned into a brawl, only Lingxi Valley knew the truth. Many sects didn’t want to pursue the matter further, and a small number believed it was the Qingyun Sect’s doing, daring to be angry but not able to speak out.
During the encirclement of the Demon Sect, he had been in seclusion and was unaware of the specifics.
Thus, in Zhang Tinghai’s view, the Sword Pavilion had simply fallen into obscurity.
Moreover, having just entered the peak of the Transformation Stage, he felt quite inflated.
However, he underestimated the Sword Pavilion’s protective instincts and their strength, especially Chen Huai'an’s power.
Su Qinian and every elder of the Sword Pavilion placed their hands on their sword hilts, watching the fiery giant hand.
Chen Huai'an was even faster.
A beam of cold light shattered the twilight, leaving only a human silhouette behind.
Wherever the sword light passed, it left behind seven layers of vaporous afterimages, slicing, thrusting, cleaving, and hacking.
As Chen Huai'an returned to his original position, the seven afterimages coalesced into wisps of sword energy.
The sword energy instantly tore through the fiery giant hand, continuing to slice into Zhang Tinghai’s right shoulder, targeting the crucial points of ‘Tianzong’ and ‘Jianjing,’ severing his meridians and causing his spiritual protection to vanish in an instant.
With a ‘hiss,’ blood mist erupted, and his severed arm hung in the air, reduced to a pulp, while Zhang Tinghai maintained his striking posture.
“Ah!” Zhang Tinghai staggered back.
He stared at the long sword still sheathed, howling, “Impossible! You clearly didn’t draw your sword…”
His words were cut off.
Chen Huai'an lightly brushed the Frost Blade with his finger, the three-foot green edge still hidden in its sheath.
What had just severed Zhang Tinghai’s arm was merely the sword energy released from his technique!
At that moment, the twilight spilled like water, and everyone finally saw the sword energy trench that spanned a hundred feet:
Below, a dark valley opened along the mountain ridge.
The cut was as smooth as a mirror!
“My Sword Pavilion’s juniors, even if they speak disrespectfully, it is up to my Sword Pavilion’s elders to punish them.”
Chen Huai'an’s gaze was as cold as frost, his sword intent locking onto Zhang Tinghai.
“That last sword was named ‘Long Wind Breaking Waves.’
If you don’t want to experience the power of the black-scaled sword being drawn,
You’d better disappear from my sight… quickly!”
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Chapter 204: My Mother Likes That Sword Pavilion Ancestor (tijin+1)
Chen Huai'an’s two consecutive sword strikes shocked not only Zhang Tinghai.
But also the other sects watching the spectacle.
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