The pyramid-shaped Sword Tomb Palace sits within the heart of the King's Sword Burial Ground, as if at the center of heaven and earth. It draws all spiritual energy from thousands of miles around.
Now, within the palace.
Wang Jie's face contorted, his veins bulging as he glared with the intensity of a hawk. "Father," he said, "Ling Feiyu is utterly arrogant. Despite being the son of the clan leader and having already apologized to her, she refuses to give me any face. While I can bear the insult, what truly troubles me is the damage done to your prestige. This humiliation is unbearable."
Wang Jie knelt for a whole day and night, but he still couldn't wait for Ling Feiyu's forgiveness.
You have to know, he is a demigod, and the son of the tribe leader. Even if Ling Feiyu is a Sword Saint, he should be so humiliated.
One can imagine that the entire Zhenyu ancient clan, countless members strong, were laughing at him. Especially Shi Ren, who was probably hiding nearby, watching his joke unfold.
Unable to bear it any longer, the humiliation was just too much. Wang Jie finally stood up on his own accord and immediately rushed to Jian Mu Palace to complain to his father.
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Ling Feiyu was one of the nine palace masters of the Demon Sect. Three hundred years ago, at the age of nineteen, she reached the ultimate state of Tianji Realm. Afterwards, with her unparalleled talent, she dominated an era. Among her peers, no one could match her, making her the most talented saint in the history of the Demon Sect.
Now, her cultivation base is high, her strength is powerful, and her swordsmanship is exquisite. Even her father would have to yield three points to her.
"As for Ling Feiyu coming to the Tomb of the Underworld Sword, it was to fulfill the promise made by the Zan Tianjian lineage and help the Zhenju ancient clan deal with the Undying Blood Clan. Once the Undying Blood Clan retreated, she would definitely leave."
"So, your enemy isn't her, but Shi Ren. To become the young leader of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan, you must be more outstanding than Shi Ren, and you should also make more allies to pave the way for the future."
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Wang Jie would never be able to let go of his resentment towards Ling Feiyu, but in front of his father, he didn't dare to show it.
Hearing the name "Shi Ren," Wang Jie let out a cold snort and said, “My cultivation has reached the level of half-saint fivefold, while Shi Ren is only at the level of half-saint twofold. I am so much more superior than Shi Ren, I truly don't understand how those old stubborn people still support him but not me.”
Suddenly, Wang Jie thought of something again and immediately raised his head, saying: "Shi Ren and Zhang Ruochin are very close. Moreover, Zhang Ruochin is very likely to be secretly colluding with the Undead Blood Race. As long as we can grasp this point, we can definitely bring Shi Ren down." Wang Bilie nodded, his eyes were deep and profound, and said: "Zhang Ruochin is indeed a big trouble. He is not only a serious offender in the court, but also very likely to be an undercover agent of the Undead Blood Race. If it wasn't for the fact that the Xuanji Sword Saint was still alive, I would really want to expel him from the Mingwang Jianztu.Read the latest chapter in full."
Behind Zhang Ruochin stood the backing of the Sword Saint of Xuánjī. Anyone who wanted to deal with him would have to think twice. Wang Bilie naturally considered this as well.
Wang Jie didn't think too much about it. In his view, Zhang Ruochin and Shi Ren getting too close was a threat to his bid for the position of young patriarch, and he had to eliminate them.
“All signs point to Zhang Ruochin being an undercover agent of the Immortal Blood Clan,” Wang Jie said coldly. “If it weren’t for Ling Feiyu protecting him, he would have been headless last night.”
Wang Jie could see that Ling Feiyu was deliberately protecting Zhang Ruochin, and Wang Beilie naturally saw it too.
Wang Bilie said with a heavy heart: "Zhang Ruochin is after all the wielder of the Heaven-Shattering Sword. Even if we want to deal with him, it shouldn't be someone from our Zhenyu Ancient Clan. If we did that, it would definitely cause uproar. Outsiders would think that the Zhenyu Ancient Clan was ungrateful."Wang Jie's eyes lit up and he said: "Father's meaning is to arrange for someone else to deal with him?"
<< Wang Bilie's face, though filled with sadness, wore an air of composure. "In two days," he said, "Little Saint King Wan Zhao Yi and the Saintly Scholar, Sheng Shu, will arrive at the Underworld Sword Tomb to discuss how to deal with the Blood Clan of Immortality. You should personally greet them." Although Wang Bilie didn't explicitly state it, Wang Jie already understood and was secretly delighted. >>
Using the power of the court to deal with Zhang Ruochin is naturally the best.
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Even Ling Feiyu, I estimate, wouldn't be able to directly confront the imperial court. At that time, Zhang Ruochin would be dealt with in one fell swoop, and it would be best to also implicate Shi Ren.
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Ling Feiyu's cave abode was located on another spiritual mountain called Zhú Jié Shān, which was beside the Míng Wáng Jiàn Zhu (King of Hades Sword Tomb). It too was a place where spiritual energy converged.
Zhang Ruochin was naturally staying here, unable to leave at all.
Although Ling Feiyu knew many of Zhang Ruochin's secrets, she was unaware of his greatest trump card, the Kunlun Divine Wood Map.
Zhang Ruochin naturally couldn't, nor would he proactively expose himself.
Therefore, Zhang Ruochin was unable to enter the Kunlun Divine Tree Diagram and could only stay in Zhú Jié Mountain, cultivating the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm. Through cultivation of this palm technique, he absorbed the divine blood power stored within his blood and muscles.
For a whole day, Zhang Ruochin continuously struck out 1,300 palm prints. The air explosions were extremely loud; even standing a hundred miles away from Zhūjì Shān, one could hear them.
The Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm is the pinnacle of power, embodying pure strength, ferocity, and yang energy. Especially Zhang Ruochin, having cultivated it to its ninth form, exudes an overwhelming masculine aura throughout his body, like a blazing sun in human form.
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Zhang Ruochin took a long, deep breath, slowly retracting his arms. The flames and masculine energy that had been swirling around him receded like the tide, flowing back into his body.
The power of the divine blood has been absorbed by half, and it should be completely absorbed in two days.
Zhang Ruochin could clearly sense that his power had increased again.
"At your age, you've actually managed to cultivate the ninth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm. You've left all your fellow cultivators in the Buddhist path far behind."
Without a sound, Ling Feiyu appeared before Zhang Ruochen, ten zhang away.
She still wore a purple robe, veiled and surrounded by holy light. Her graceful figure was revealed, giving her a hazy beauty.
Even facing a sword saint, Zhang Ruochin remained extremely calm, showing no trace of fear. He said, "To be praised by the Flying Feather Sword Saint is indeed unexpected."
"It's nothing surprising. If not for this saint seeing your potential, you probably would have died a violent death last night," Ling Feiyu said calmly.
Zhang Ruochin just smiled slightly and didn't refute.
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To be honest, the situation last night was dangerous. If it weren't for Ling Feiyu taking him away, Zhang Ruochen might have really died in the King of Hades Sword Tomb.
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"What place?" Zhang Ruchen asked.
"Once you get there, you'll naturally know."
Before the sound could reach Zhang Ruochin's ears, with a whoosh, Ling Feiyu transformed into a purple streak of light and shot up to the top of the bamboo grove, charging towards the distance.
Zhang Ruochin unleashed the Luan-Phoenix Divine Seal, activating it with speed. Flames erupted from his legs, as if he were treading on a phoenix and a luan bird, catching up to Ling Feiyu.
Ling Feiyu intentionally tested Zhang Ruochin, so he didn't use his full speed.
As soon as she saw Zhang Ruochin catching up, she sped up.
Thus, they chased each other through the skies for over two thousand miles until they arrived at a pitch-black plain. Only then did Ling Feiyu descend from the air.
Then Zhang Ruochin also flew down and appeared not far from Ling Feiyu.
This piece of black wasteland is extremely cold. If water were placed on the ground, it would probably freeze into ice in an instant.
However, in the distance, there are also volcanoes that are erupting.
Ice and fire, two powers, intertwined.
Zhang Ruochin looked up. Above his head, there were layers of black clouds, as if they were going to press down from the heavens to the ground. Even more so, one could see dense lightning bolts crisscrossing within the cloud layers, forming a scene resembling the primordial world at its inception.
"Where am I?"
Zhang Ruochen's face turned serious.
This is the true Sword Tomb.
Ling Feiyu stepped into the black wilderness one step at a time, saying: “In ancient times, this place was always a graveyard for swords. Countless swords were buried underground, as well as the bones of countless sword cultivators.”
No one knows why this place was formed like this. All we know is that it has existed since ancient times, and there is a very special power within it.
Zhang Ruchen asked, "What kind of special power?"
Ling Feiyu's pair of almond-shaped eyes stared at Zhang Ruochin and said, "Once you enter the Sword Tomb, a swordsman's strength can increase several times. Other cultivators' cultivation will be suppressed."
Zhang Ruochin was secretly startled. There were such strange places?
He immediately stopped and activated his God's Eye, observing the surroundings. To his astonishment, the kendo rules in this place were incredibly dense, surpassing those of the outside world by dozens of times.
Besides the rules of kendo, there are no other sacred way rules.
One can imagine that practicing swordsmanship in the Sword Tomb would undoubtedly allow for rapid progress, with one's skills improving by leaps and bounds.
Zhang Ruochin said: "I understand! During the ancient times, the human race built prisons on Sword Tombs because of the special power within them."
Even Hades couldn't escape, let alone ordinary people.
"Not only that," Ling Feiyu continued, "Jianzhu also possesses another unique force – the power of regeneration."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Ruochin was a little puzzled.
"As long as a broken sword is buried in the sword tomb, after hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, the sword underground can be restored to its original state, and even become sharper. Of course, the higher the grade of the sword, the longer it will take to recover once damaged," Ling Feiyu said.
Such an incredible thing, it's simply unbelievable.
But, since it came out of Ling Feiyu's mouth, then it must be true. |
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