Chapter 473
“Li Xiong, you know my weakness. I didn’t mean to...”
Mu Rong Xiao was injured, yet his face was filled with guilt.
“Li Dage, I won!” Jiang Chu Long jumped off the stage, her face beaming with joy.
“......”
Li Mo opened his mouth, looking helplessly at her jubilant little face. After a moment of contemplation, he said, “Chu Long, why don’t you just jump down from the stage later?”
“Why?”
Jiang Chu Long blinked, puzzled. “But both Li Dage and the teacher said that no matter what difficulties we face, we shouldn’t be afraid. We need to be spirited and not lose face!”
“Well, right now you...”
“I’m... I’m very spirited!”
Little Princess Jiang pushed her crooked sunglasses up, looking spirited, but in reality, she was both timid and flustered.
Li Mo, with a complicated expression, reached out to pat her head, wondering what he should say...
But he heard Jiang Chu Long, with her head down, say:
“Li Dage, I can’t always be protected by you.”
Suddenly, Li Mo recalled the sparkle of excitement in her eyes when she watched the chaos in the Heavenly Palace.
He watched as she let go of his shirt hem, waved her hand, and stepped forward, about to stand directly opposite Jiang Yu.
“Wait!”
Li Mo suddenly jumped onto the platform.
Jiang Chu Long turned back. “Li Dage, I can do it myself...”
“I believe in you, but there’s something I want to say. I’ll go down right after.”
Ignoring the Tianwei guards approaching from all sides, Li Mo took a deep breath and declared:
“Zhong Tong is the path of invincibility; why borrow the bones of others!”
His voice resonated through the landscape, reaching far and wide.
The martial artists and common folk present looked bewildered, unable to grasp the meaning.
But the few who understood the context all changed their expressions in unison.
Jiang Yu trembled slightly upon hearing this, the overwhelming divine intent that had once suffocated the air now showed a hint of disturbance.
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**Chapter 529: The Resurrection of the Sword Bone, the Transformation of Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique**
Under the gloomy sky.
Jiang Yu stood on the platform, his back to the heavens, the dark clouds obscuring the sky, yet his expression remained impassive.
The golden dragon holding the sword, suppressing the divine intent of the empire, seemed to be the very center of the imperial capital.
Little Princess Jiang claimed to be spirited, but as she ascended the steps, her heart raced, her mind blank, the images of that day flickering before her eyes.
Until Li Mo jumped onto the stage and shouted with full vigor:
“Zhong Tong is the path of invincibility; why borrow the bones of others!”
“Thank you, Li Dage, I understand now.”
Jiang Chu Long paused for a moment, then suddenly broke into a smile.
She carefully took off her sunglasses and tucked them away, then pulled out a strip of cloth to wrap around her eyes, tying it tightly.
“Chu Long, you have to do your best, okay?”
“Tonight, we’ll have rice with four dishes and a soup!”
Li Mo, carried away by the Tianwei, didn’t resist but kept talking.
“Mm!”
Jiang Chu Long turned back, looking earnestly at Jiang Yu.
The suffocating divine intent that had once seemed invincible no longer intimidated her, for with Li Dage’s words, she had gained the upper hand in the clash of energies.
She gripped the Qingye Sword, her spirit and intent like seeds scattered around the platform, quietly growing in her heart.
“You’ve already fulfilled your purpose; you could have succeeded and retired, living the rest of your life in obscurity.”
“You shouldn’t have come back, and you definitely shouldn’t stand opposite me.”
Jiang Yu seemed oblivious to her transformation; his words felt more like a self-reflection.
Having stood on the cloud for too long, he never cared for the weeds growing beneath his feet.
He wanted to tell his father, to tell everyone who knew about this.
He was more qualified than anyone to be the master of the Sword Bone, the master of the Celestial Sword, and also... the master of the Celestial City.
These words caused a brief interruption in his energy flow.
What a great opportunity!
In Jiang Chu Long’s eyes, there was only his flaw. The Qingye Sword unsheathed, she thrust it forward with all her might.
This strike contained all her spirit and energy, the essence of the Dragon-Slaying Sword technique, amplified by the divine intent she had grasped.
The sword light flickered, growing stronger from weakness, with many sword techniques’ shadows piercing toward Jiang Yu’s face.
However, as the sword tip drew closer to Jiang Yu, its speed slowed.
The pressure of divine intent felt as solid as a fortress; with every inch she advanced, her energy drained rapidly.
It was like strands of sword intent, akin to blades of grass, continuously slicing at the walls of ‘Di Huan,’ struggling to push the sword’s edge forward.
*Smack—*
Watching the sword tip grow weak and feeble.
Jiang Yu raised his hand, a faint dragon’s roar echoing, his palm like a dragon’s claw, seizing it.
A sharp divine light blossomed from his chest, coiling into a sword shape, instantly transferring to the Qingye Sword.
Jiang Chu Long was jolted back a few steps, blood dripping from her fingertips onto the ground.
The Qingye Sword fell to the ground.
“Qingye...”
The Qingye Sword that had just been in her hand now sent threads of sword energy toward her, attacking its own master, escaping her control.
Jiang Chu Long bit her lip and looked up.
It was the sword bone that originally belonged to her.
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Below the stage.
“Di Jian Gu.”
Xie Xuan sighed deeply.
“I still remember when she was born, all swords bowed down. In ancient times, the great Shang had gods who controlled the wind and rain, and gods who controlled the sun. I once thought that Su Jun Shishu’s child would also become a god among swords...”
“How did the Sword Path come to be?”
Li Mo stared intently at the platform, instinctively sensing something was off.
Wind, rain, the sun, rivers—these were all elements that existed in nature.
But the Sword Path clearly did not.
Yet the Sword Path undeniably existed.
As Li Mo pondered, Ying Bing softly explained to him:
“It didn’t exist at first. The Sword Path is not derived from nature. Some say it was brought by immortals, others say it was left behind by generations of powerful human souls returning to the heavens, just like the Dan Path, the Formation Path, and the Weapon Forging Path.”
“So, they are all incomplete.”
Xie Xuan nodded, adding, “Han Xianzi is right; this sword bone can be considered a part of the Sword Path, the essence of Su Jun Shishu’s lifelong pursuit of swordsmanship.”
“Then how did it end up with Jiang Yu?” Master Zang Ai scratched his head.
“He took it.”
“Born with it!” Master Zang Ai exclaimed.
Li Mo took a deep breath. Little Jiang winning was impossible; he just hoped she wouldn’t be too badly hurt.
But he couldn’t go up to help, and if he used the Celestial Sword, he might also be shackled by the Di Jian Gu.
At that moment, he felt a cool hand suddenly slip into his.
“Chu Long will grow up.”
“Rebirth through nirvana, breaking and standing anew, she can do it.”
“......”
Li Mo felt uncertain but nodded, continuing to watch the scene unfold.
*Thud—*
The Qingye Sword was kicked to Jiang Yu’s feet, and a faint smile finally appeared on his thin lips:
“Pick up your sword, if you can still hold it...”
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chu Long bent down, gripping the Qingye tightly. Her slender arms quickly bore many sword wounds, her fair skin instantly drenched in blood.
Yet she held on firmly.
“Just as stubborn as your mother.”
Jiang Yu’s tone suddenly turned cold. He finally drew his sword, the light of the sword bone shining brightly, dyeing the sword in his hand with a dazzling glow.
The fine dragon scales on the sword seemed to flare up in anger.
As he raised the long sword, he didn’t use any sword techniques; the sword energy came solely from the power of the sword bone, crashing down violently.
*Clang—*
*Clang—*
The sword fell brutally, again and again.
Jiang Chu Long was forced back, feeling as if she had forgotten all sword techniques, as if she had never practiced at all, unable to strike back.
Having the sword bone was just that unfair.
It was too easy for Jiang Yu to defeat Jiang Chu Long, yet he chose this method.
After all, this was the essence of the sword armor’s spirit.
Jiang Yu’s hand reached out again, aiming to grab Jiang Chu Long’s neck. His four pupils turned into vertical slits, trying to see through her frail body to determine if she truly...
At that moment.
The Qingye Sword suddenly rose weakly, as if Jiang Chu Long was trying to struggle in her last moments.
*Ding—*
A mournful cry echoed as the Qingye Sword, unable to bear the burden, was shattered by the Zunlong Sword.
But Jiang Yu suddenly felt a sharp pain from the Zhong Tong, the sword bone in his chest pulsing again.
The shattered Qingye Sword, its fragments seemed to be infused with new power, scattering like blades of grass in the sky, each piece seemingly controlled by someone, carrying astonishing sharpness.
His divine intent surged, ready to disperse these small sword-like fragments.
However, a broken sword suddenly arrived.
Though the sword was broken, something else had connected it back together.
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