"What can this Sect Leader do? Eh, why are you suddenly coughing up blood?"
Chen Xing’s hair and beard stood on end, and the sword injury that had been suppressed suddenly erupted for so unknown reason, like a tightly pressed spring snapping open.
His internal organs churned like stormy seas, and he almost vomited a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and barely managed to resist.
"Such formidable sword intent! Great wisdom, great benevolence, great courage, almost like a sage’s sword, cutting down... Old Chen, I think you have ulterior motives, trying to harm and take my place!"
Chen Xing raised his hand to press against his chest, continuously revolving his true gang to gradually grind down the layers of sword force assailing him.
"Nonsense! At your age, with a widowed son, does this Sect Leader fancy you?"
Chen Yin’s expression changed dramatically. The White Sun Lineage valued grace and style the most.
Could soone as rough and tough as Chen Xing be soone they plot against?
Utterly ludicrous!
"If you hadn’t been up to no good, how could my injury have erupted without cause?"
Chen Xing glared coldly, his physical body suffering from this slash, the result of activating the Immortal Sword.
The sword qi was like a bone-deep affliction, rooted in every inch of flesh and blood, impossible to remove.
If it weren’t for his solid foundational true skill and the strong transformation of his divine techniques.
His physical body would have long perished completely, like the Qingyang Sect Leader Chen Du.
To be forcefully knocked out of the Divine Power Secret Realm and have his fundantal true skill destroyed was already the best outco!
"Stop spurting nonsense here! Wasn’t your original plan to use that internal perpetual sword qi as a trial, allowing to guide your grand-disciple into the Inner Scenic Land? What else is it to ? This Sect Leader only ensures your grand-disciple’s Divine Soul remains intact... wait, your grand-disciple?"
While Chen Yin argued, he didn’t forget to invoke the vitality of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest to nourish and irrigate Bai Qi’s fragnted Divine Soul.
"What about my grand-disciple?"
Chen Xing frowned and focused his gaze.
Then his expression stiffened.
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...
"This ’Three Saints Sword’ isn’t that hard to break! It looks formidable, but it’s actually powerless!"
The Divine Soul of Bai Qi, once more gathered, suddenly felt that the Wisdom Sword, Ren Sword, and Brave Sword imposed on him had had their original sharpness and aggression reduced by eighty to ninety percent.
Like a gentle breeze brushing past, utterly insignificant.
Then ca the murmurs of sword qi, sword intent, and sword light in his ear again.
"The young lad endured it!"
"What happened?"
"Is the ’Three Saints Sword’ holding back?"
"Tch! Stop speaking nonsense! How inexplicable, Wisdom Sword, Ren Sword, and Brave Sword were nullified!"
"Could it be that this young one possesses great wisdom, great benevolence, and great courage? The legendary sage-like posture..."
Bai Qi’s Divine Soul ballooned, and the infant-like embryo seed to whale-swallow, refining Wisdom Sword, Ren Sword, and Brave Sword into his thoughts.
The originally gem-like sparkling thoughts instantly beca infused with a dazzling, brilliant red-gold hue.
As the saying goes, nobody is perfect, and no gold is entirely pure.
The aning being that there are no perfect sages in the world, just like there is no completely flawless red gold.
But simultaneously possessing great wisdom, great benevolence, and great courage can be deed a perfect sage!
Thus, after refining the ’Three Saints Sword’, Bai Qi’s Divine Soul thoughts also transford into a resplendent and dazzling red-gold color!
"A sage? ?"
Bai Qi thought to himself:
"Great wisdom, great benevolence, great courage... seems about right!
Exceptional talent, unparalleled genius, is great wisdom;
Settling scores promptly, striving for family reunion, is great benevolence;
Facing the White Sun Sect Leader and the Four Reversal Demons without being servile or overbearing is great courage!
Turns out, I’m this impressive!"
Absorbing the great wisdom, great benevolence, and great courage contained in the ’Three Saints Sword’, Bai Qi’s Divine Soul felt as though it had consud a great tonic, continuously splitting and transforming. In re monts, he mastered the fine art of wielding this sword intent.
As if practicing day and night, without relent, swinging the sword millions of tis, finally achieving enlightennt!
"Wisdom Sword uses the mind, attacking weaknesses, Ren Sword draws a circle, flawless and seamless... Brave Sword strikes, causing inevitable casualties!"
Charging towards him once more, the grandiose sword montum, Bai Qi’s Divine Soul vibrated, rging with the [Sword Monarch’s Twelve Grudges] divine seed.
The thoughts collided fiercely, resembling a three-foot azure sword awakening from a dusty box, emitting a fierce dragon’s roar.
He leaped up, shattering the triple sword montum of Wisdom, Ren, and Brave!
"Did we misjudge?"
"This young lad is extraordinary!"
"Who will try next?"
"Let the ’Huangli Yuanji Sword’ go! This young lad, in less than ten short breaths, comprehended the ’Three Saints Sword’, he has talent!"
"Indeed, indeed, let’s use strength to break through! The ’Huangli Yuanji Sword’ is imnsely powerful and heavy as ten thousand jun! Nothing could be more suitable!"
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...
"Pfft!"
Chen Xing’s organs received a heavy blow, as if struck by a giant hamr weighing ten thousand jun, and he was about to spew out a mouthful of reversed blood!
His large hands bulged with veins, suddenly propped up the soft couch, and his head of white hair seed to explode, like a blizzard raging!
"Huangli Yuanji, heavenly magnetic reversal!"
Chen Xing suddenly felt as if his internal organs were being pulled by invisible hands, making it difficult to condense his Qi Blood True Gang.
Even his five senses were deprived, with his sense of direction in chaos, feeling neither grounded to the earth nor connected to the sky.
This sword strike was imnsely powerful and concealed intricate changes, making it nearly impossible to guard against!
"Chen Xing, can you withstand this? You thought to temper your disciple-grandson, to hone his Sword Dao talent, but hahahaha, he’s using it to fend off this sword montum!"
Perched high on the Spirit Platform, Chen Yin took a long breath and exhaled his pent-up frustration, laughing with glee and a hint of schadenfreude.
"Shut up! Just a few re sword forces... Poof!"
Chen Xing glared angrily, his palms crossed as if swallowing broken teeth and blood, urging his Qi Blood True Gang to heavily suppress the manipulated Emperor Li Yuanji Sword that altered the magnetic force of heaven!
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"This sword... while its montum is fierce, it’s outwardly strong but inwardly weak?"
Bai Qi was greatly surprised. He maneuvered the Three Saints Sword, executing the move "Ren Sword Resounds." Hundreds of sword forces ford circles.
Like links in a chain, golden light overflowed, covering the entire sky, effortlessly blocking the murderous Emperor Li Yuanji Sword.
"Ah?"
"Breaking two swords in succession!"
"And continuously!"
"Not worse than those three guys!"
"Almost catching up with that Yan and Kou duo of master and apprentice!"
"Should we call out the Sword Leader to see this?"
"It’s been years since we’ve seen such an outstanding talent..."
Bai Qi listened with a tilted ear to the chattering sword voices, which buzzed like a nest of crows.
But from their conversation, he gathered that his performance of breaking two swords in succession apparently only counted as just passing?
Kou? That Daoist?
Yan? The Sect Leader of ridian Sword Sect?
Hiss!
What kind of place is this Inner Scenic Land?
Could it be the legendary Fallen Immortal Mansion?
Bai Qi looked around at the charred, ruined appearance of the surroundings, thinking how shabby it was!
"The sword has twelve realms. To kill in ten steps is the limit for mortals; sword gleam revealed, killing invisibly; sword light diversifies, fighting many with few; sword qi condenses into threads, transforming endlessly... Passing these four gates could be considered entering ’sword practice,’ with decent aptitude.
Furthermore, one can decide between the paths of rainbow transformation and mist transformation; either glorious beyond compare, traversing heaven and earth, slicing suns and moons; or refined to the utmost, like clouds or smoke, majestic in atmosphere.
Then one can comprehend ’sword refining,’ refining the sword into a gang, indestructible! Becoming one with the sword, free and unrestrained!
Finally reaching the realm of Sword Qi Thunder Sound, with a clear sword heart!
Reaching the eighth realm grants true transmission.
Lastly, there are realms such as ’One Sword Births Ten Thousand Laws’ and ’One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand thods,’ reaching the tenth realm, becoming a Daoist..."
Beside Bai Qi’s ear, a deep and steady voice, almost like a sturdy man standing in front of him, earnestly guided him.
He looked up and saw a sword qi as thick as a towering mountain, supporting the stars all around.
"Is this... the Sword Leader that they spoke of?"
That sword qi, nearly piercing the sky, cast its gaze toward Bai Qi:
"Youngster, you can perceive sword forms and hear sword voices, indicating extraordinary talent.
Now, you have ten swords to choose from, each corresponding to a different realm."
Ten swords?
Ten sword intents?
Bai Qi fixed his gaze on the [Sword Monarch’s Twelve Regrets] divine seed, recalling how easily he blocked the Three Saints Sword and Emperor Li Yuanji Sword earlier.
Even if he failed, it wouldn’t harm his Divine Soul.
He was about to declare:
"I choose the tenth..."
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"Stop!"
Chen Xing was so startled he forgot to conceal himself and hurriedly called out to Bai Qi.
"Disciple-grandson! A fat man isn’t made in one mouthful! Let’s take it slow!"
He looked down at his body, almost riddled with holes, feeling truly powerless.
This old body can no longer withstand a couple more sword strikes, the old injuries from yesteryears difficult to suppress!
"Master..."
Chen Xing’s eyelids drooped as he looked at Bai Qi, standing in the Inner Scenic Land.
He believed that today, his disciple-grandson had already made him very proud.
As long as they took it slowly, he was sure to greatly advance his Sword Dao potential.
To beco the precious little Daoist of the ridian Sword Sect!
After a few breaths, he saw Bai Qi clasp his fists in salute toward Chen Xing’s direction:
"Disciple-grandson dares! Please, Master, exert your profound skills once more!"
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