9 Chapter 009 The Tri-elent Ghost Shadow
Translator: 549690339
“It was a stormy night, I was playing in the back mountain…”
Yang Zhen’s words were filled with endless reminiscence, his voice low and fluctuating between slow and fast, even he himself felt he had the potential to be a male announcer, but the words he said just left people dumbstruck.
A stormy night, alone playing in the back mountain, who was he trying to fool?
If it were not for Yang Zhen’s serious deanor, making it seem so real, Duan Langcai and Wan Quan probably would have cursed him out long ago.
“Suddenly!”
Yang Zhen suddenly raised his voice, startling everyone. Liu Ruoning even let out a cry and covered her mouth, looking at Yang Zhen with a bemused and slightly annoyed expression.
Unaware of the strange atmosphere in the air, Yang Zhen got into the role and continued dramatically, “Suddenly, an old man fell from the sky, fainting right in front of . After sixty-four days and feeding him seventy-two types of ancient redies, I barely managed to save his life. Guess what the old man said?”
“What…what did he say?” Duan Langcai asked subconsciously.
“Good question!” Yang Zhen clapped his hands and continued, “The old man said, ‘I have been undefeated for five thousand years, yet I was slapped down by a four-legged creature with long hair and scales. I find it hard to live in sha, but my unique skills are yet to be passed on…'”
Yang Zhen chuckled and pointed at himself, “He insisted on taking as his disciple!”
Duan Langcai was startled and murmured to himself, “Long hair, scales, four-legged…it’s a dragon!”
“Right, a dragon!” Yang Zhen looked sowhat odd, this Duan Langcai was too easily drawn into his story, not at all like Wan Quan, whose face was turning black with anger, almost as much as Bao Gong’s.
Hearing Yang Zhen’s words, Duan Langcai’s face reddened, and he pointed accusingly, “What does this have to do with the Ghost Shadow Sword?”
Yang Zhen burst out laughing, “It’s a big deal! This old man wanted to take as his disciple, but I was born and will die a mber of the Shangyuan Sect. How could I betray my sect and break faith?”
Upon hearing this, Lu Chenghui twitched at the corner of his eye and said quietly, “Born a man of Shangyuan Sect, die a ghost of Shangyuan Sect… ”
Looking at the still nonsensical Yang Zhen, the more Lu Chenghui looked at this disciple, the more satisfied and fond he felt.
Even though he knew Yang Zhen was just rambling, who could be sure that it was all lies? Maybe there really was a great person saved by Yang Zhen. Otherwise, how could the Wind and Thunder Sword beco the Dayan Wind and Thunder Sword, or the Ghost Shadow Sword beco a heaven-level martial skill?
Thinking about this, even Lu Chenghui started to believe, his ace looking incredibly peculiar.
Everyone had heard Yang Zhen’s words, ‘Born a man of Shangyuan Sect, die a ghost of Shangyuan Sect.’ Each of them looked at Yang Zhen with admiration.
“Moved by my selfless spirit, the old man decided not to take as his disciple and instead taught the Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword!”
“Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword?”
Wan Quan suddenly shuddered, staring at Yang Zhen in horror, asking word by word, “Are you certain, that the senior handed down to you, the Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword?”
Yang Zhen was stupefied, indeed the upgraded Ghost Shadow Sword was called the Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword, but both the Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword and the Dayan Wind and Thunder Sword were still stuck at the level of heaven-level martial skills, which sowhat disappointed Yang Zhen.
Seeing Yang Zhen nodding, Wan Quan drew in a breath, took a deep look at Yang Zhen, and saluted Lu Chenghui, “Head Lu, since it is the Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword, I must have misunderstood young Yang. The Shangyuan Sect really has a good disciple.”
Having said that, Wan Quan turned around and told his disciples amidst their dumbfounded looks, “Let’s go!”
“Go?” Duan Langcai was taken aback, glancing at Liu Ruoning and Yang Zhen with reluctance. They had co to Shangyuan Sect, missed the Spirit Marrow Cleansing, failed to marry Liu Ruoning, and had been fooled by Yang Zhen like a monkey, they were just going to leave like that?
As Duan Langcai was about to speak, Wan Quan slapped him on the back of his head, “Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?”
The slap nearly knocked Duan Langcai off his feet, and finally awakened him from his anger. He stiffened, hurriedly followed, and glared at Yang Zhen as he left.
Yang Zhen waved his hand at Wan Quan and others, saying, “Don’t bother seeing out. However, Sect Leader Wan, don’t you know how to apologize when you realize you’ve made a mistake?”
Shaless! Everyone was stunned by Yang Zhen’s shalessness. They looked at Wan Quan, wanting to laugh but not daring to, for fear of provoking the wrath of the leader of the Sword Servant Sect.
Wan Quan trembled all over, nearly tripping and falling, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably with rage.
“We’ll et again, in a better place!”
Those words were practically spat out through Wan Quan’s clenched teeth.
Having left the realm of the Shangyuan Sect, Wan Quan paused, glancing back at the Shangyuan Sect with a gloomy expression. He turned to Duan Langcai and asked, “Tell , what changes will occur when the Ghost Shadow Sword is cultivated to the extre?”
Duan Langcai was montarily taken aback by the question. After thinking for a mont, he hurriedly responded, “Master, when the Ghost Shadow Sword is cultivated to the extre, the Three Elents will co together, and the Hundred Ghosts will co out at night!”
Wan Quan took a deep breath, “Do you know that it’s been a hundred years since anyone in our Sword Servant Sect has managed to cultivate the Three-Elent Hundred Ghosts?”
Duan Langcai went pale and quickly replied, “I know, Master!”
All of a sudden, Wan Quan burst into uninhibited laughter, an excited look on his face. It seed like he was talking to Duan Langcai, but also like he was talking to himself, “Who would have thought? Who could have imagined that the Ghost Shadow Sword is actually a heaven-level cultivation thod? At first, I couldn’t believe anyone could learn soone else’s martial skills just by watching them once. But now it appears that I was just ignorant. If what that elder taught Yang Zhen really is the Ghost Shadow Sword, then it’s the Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword, which is a heaven-level martial skill!”
“Wh… What?” Duan Langcai was taken aback, “Is the technique Yang Zhen is practicing a heaven-level martial skill?”
“If you did not mistake your observation,” Wan Quan sneered, “He’s still too young, revealing his trump card in his haste. Ten days from now is the opening day of the Nether State grand eting. You must seize the entire Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword from Yang Zhen at the trial, and then kill him!”
A ruthless look flashed across Duan Langcai’s face. He nodded gravely, then murmured, “But… I can’t defeat him!”
With a sweep of his hand, Wan Quan sent Duan Langcai flying, scolding, “Useless fool, co here!”
Upon getting up and seeing what was in Wan Quan’s hand, Duan Langcai’s face imdiately lit up with joy, “A blood silkworm?”
Wan Quan was holding a small insect in the palm of his hand, its blood-red color exuding an eerie aura.
Staring at Duan Langcai, Wan Quan said, “The blood silkworm is incredibly important to the Sword Servant Sect. Now this is the only one we have left. Its value is no less than that of a heaven-level Cultivation thod. Take good care of it.”
Duan Langcai excitedly took the blood silkworm, promising, “Rest assured, master. With the blood silkworm, I am completely confident that I can capture Yang Zhen alive and force him to reveal the cultivation thod of the Three-Elent Ghost Shadow Sword!”
Wan Quan nodded and moved on. After a while, he stopped unexpectedly and turned to look at Duan Langcai with a strange expression.
Duan Langcai, sensing his master’s odd gaze, asked in confusion, “Does master have any instructions?”
Wan Quan turned back around without a word, his voice echoing softly, “When you have nothing else to do, go and play in the back mountain!”
Duan Langcai and the others exchanged glances, grinding their teeth in silent protest.
Yang Zhen!
Such shalessness was unheard of.
If Yang Zhen’s bluff was true, Wan Quan was ready to swallow the blood silkworm in his hand and let it gnaw several bloody holes in his internal organs.
But despite its absurdity, did the sect leader actually… believe it?
In Shangyuan Sect, Lu Chenghui was looking at Yang Zhen with a strange look on his face and asked, “Yang Zhen, is what you said about that elder true?”
Reviews
All reviews (0)