LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 79: Three Days to the Third Realm! Unprecedented in History!
Chapter 79: Three Days to the Third Realm! Unprecedented in History!
Sizzle.
Petals of floating flowers gradually dissipated into the surroundings.
The spacious stone chamber fell silent once again.
After a long while, Qingzhi, who had been lost in thought, finally snapped out of it, still somewhat in disbelief.
“Young master, have you reached the third realm of swordsmanship?”
“More or less,” Chen Zhixing replied, standing up and nodding ambiguously.
Hearing Chen Zhixing’s confirmation, even though Qingzhi had already expected this outcome, she couldn’t help but gasp.
Three days, straight to the third realm of swordsmanship!
Such speed was simply unheard of, unseen!
Even if you searched through ancient history, you wouldn't find such an example!
It’s important to know.
Even the Sword God, who was said to have a god-given talent and exceptional skill, took seven whole years to reach the third realm of sword intent!
“Monster!”
Qingzhi’s thoughts were in turmoil, and after a long pause, she finally managed to squeeze out those two words from her throat.
Aside from ‘monster,’ she truly couldn’t think of any other words to describe Chen Zhixing.
To reach the third realm of swordsmanship in just three days had already shattered her understanding!
“Qingzhi, where is the second stage of the Sword God’s swordsmanship?” Chen Zhixing asked.
Qingzhi collected her thoughts and quickly replied, “It’s also here, but to inherit the second stage of the Sword God’s swordsmanship, one must first master the Sword God’s first-stage swordsmanship, the Flying Blossom Swordsmanship, to perfection, condense a Sword Heart, and be able to perform ‘Ephemeral Bloom.’ Only then can one inherit the second-stage swordsmanship.”
“Is that so?”
Chen Zhixing nodded. In fact, his current state was rather peculiar.
The division of the four realms of swordsmanship is simple: Sword Techniques, Sword Arts, Sword Intent, and Sword Heart.
With his extraordinary comphrension, he had already pushed his own swordsmanship realm to the third stage, the realm of mastery.
He had even directly comprehended ‘Ephemeral Bloom,’ a top-tier divine ability of the Flying Blossom Swordsmanship that should have been accessible only in the fourth realm of swordsmanship!
However, he had yet to condense a Sword Heart.
In other words, despite being able to perform ‘Ephemeral Bloom,’ his swordsmanship had not yet reached the fourth realm.
“Forget it. No need to rush. I’ll come back for the second inheritance once I’ve condensed my Sword Heart.”
Chen Zhixing shook his head, unconcerned.
He understood the principle of not biting off more than one can chew.
Besides, he had already gained control of this place of inheritance; he could enter whenever he wished, unlike the troubles he faced before.
With his extraordinary comphrension.
Condensing a Sword Heart was only a matter of time.
“Let’s go.”
Chen Zhixing took a deep breath. It was time to leave.
Meanwhile.
At Tianchuan Mountain.
A sword-shaped flying vessel hovered quietly above Tianchuan Mountain.
On the deck of the flying vessel, the young master of the Haori Sword Sect, dressed in luxurious brocade robes, sat leisurely on a large chair made of the invaluable Dragon Breath Wood.
Behind him, eight personal sword attendants at the peak of the Spiritual Wandering Realm stood in a line.
A woman in a long-sleeved water-patterned palace dress trembled as she knelt at his feet, massaging his ankle.
“Tell me, what is your relationship with the person wearing the white cross mask?”
The brocade-clad young master extended his hand, and a sword attendant swiftly served a cup of spiritual tea, respectfully placing it in his palm.
Not far from the young master.
Two poles had Shan Yang and Xu Li tied up, bound tightly by dragon chains, with their cultivation sealed, rendering them immobile.
Next to them, the swordsman named A-Liang had already been decapitated, his head hung at the front of the ship.
“Young Master, I really don’t know who that person is. He was brought here by him; we’re just casual acquaintances.”
Xu Li pointed to Shan Yang, trembling as he spoke.
The woman in the palace dress kneeling at the young master’s feet quickly echoed, “Young Master, we really don’t know him! Yes, it was Shan Yang who brought him here! We have nothing to do with him!”
Slap!
The brocade-clad young master slapped the woman in the palace dress across the face, sneering, “Did I ask you? Who told you to speak?”
The woman, previously using the alias Bai Ling, was sent flying by the fierce slap, crying out in pain.
Her still fairly beautiful face now bore the marks of five crimson fingers.
“Young Master is right,” Bai Ling forced a smile despite the pain, crawling back to kneel at the young master’s feet like a meek kitten.
Then.
The brocade-clad young master turned to Shan Yang, smirking, “You’re quite familiar with that masked man, aren’t you?”
Shan Yang’s mask had already been removed, revealing an unremarkable young face.
However, his face was bruised and swollen, evidence of a recent beating.
“Cowards!”
Shan Yang sneered at Xu Li and Bai Ling. Did these two really think that this sadistic young master of the Haori Sword Sect would spare them because of their begging?
In the next moment.
Shan Yang looked at the brocade-clad young master and grinned:
“Yeah! We’re as close as brothers. I’ll tell you the truth; my brother is not only a True Self Realm expert but also backed by an immortal sect with a master at the Immortal Realm! How about that? Scared?”
With that, Shan Yang laughed at the young master of the sword sect, showing no fear.
He was merely a cultivator at the lowest tier of the cultivation world, but he understood one thing.
The more afraid you are, the more fear will push forward!
Just like the dogs at the village entrance in his childhood; the more scared you were, the more they sensed your fear and barked even more fiercely.
“Slap him!”
The brocade-clad young master took a sip of his tea.
Behind him, a sword attendant immediately swung a palm through the air, striking Shan Yang’s face.
Spurt!
A mouthful of blood, along with teeth, spewed from Shan Yang’s mouth.
Shan Yang struggled to lift his head, once again facing the brocade-clad young master, bursting into laughter:
“Hahaha, is this all the young master of the mighty Haori Sword Sect can do? Flaunting your power with a few sword attendants?”
“Go on, kill me! If I even frown, my name will be written backward!”
The young master squinted his eyes and smirked, “Quite a stubborn mouth, huh? No rush, we’ll take our time. I’ve seen many like you, but without exception, all of them eventually end up crying and begging on their knees.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing how you’ll be any different.”
In the distance.
Chai Qingchi sat cross-legged in the void, shaking his head slightly at the sight.
The sect master of Haori Sword Sect was regarded as a top figure in the Eastern Xuan Domain, a true giant and hero.
Who would have thought that his only offspring would be such an arrogant, reckless, and ignorant fool?
“Such foolish actions will eventually bring ruin to Haori Sword Sect.”
Chai Qingchi muttered, closing his eyes once more.
Just then.
Above Tianchuan Mountain, a muffled sound suddenly echoed.
Then.
A shimmering white vortex gradually appeared in the sky.
A slender figure, dressed in white, with black hair, carrying a sword box, and wearing a white cross mask, stepped out of the void.
“He’s out?”
In an instant, on Tianchuan Mountain, every sword cultivator snapped their heads up, their gazes all fixed on the figure emerging from the vortex.
On the flying vessel's deck, the young master of Haori Sword Sect’s face lit up with ecstasy.
“Hahaha, my treasure, my treasure is out!”