The pinnacle of legacy, the most abundant resources, along with the support and assistance from fellow teachers and elders.
Ordinary inner sect disciples easily overshadow heterodox loose cultivators, let alone true inheritors!
"Escape?"
Chunyu Cultivator raised an eyebrow, at the level of four cultivation circulation of Qi, his five viscera and six bowels were like temples absorbing and gathering Gang and Evil Qi.
Even if he had no sword in hand, a flick of his fingernail sent sword light sweeping across like a roll of silk.
The solid rock walls were sliced like tofu, making a pfffft sound, turning to powder and ruin!
In an instant, a wide chasm was cut open!
"The true inheritors of Meridian Sword Sect truly live up to their reputation, each one formidable!"
Mao Yichang’s divine soul was already weak, sensing the fierce killing intent chasing like an attached bone ulcer, his thoughts were filled with dread.
He barely mustered some spirit, and countered with He Mountain Dao’s Six Qi Heaven-Confusing Rope specifically for breaking flying swords.
This was cultivated by gathering forty-nine mouthfuls of Earth Lungs’ filthy evil Qi, refining them repeatedly until reaching an exquisite level hardly detectable, colorless, and formless.
Whenever flying swords were attacked and got entangled, their divine will and spirituality would lose most of it, instantly reduced to scrap iron and dead stone.
Sssssh-snap!
Mao Yichang’s thoughts evolved, splitting into a third, several spider thread-like Six Qi Heaven-Confusing Ropes intertwined into a net, covering Chunyu Cultivator’s terrifying sword light shooting forward!
Indeed, Chunyu Cultivator’s sword light met resistance like hundred-refined steel encountering soft, flexible finger-winding threads, momentarily halted, and the originally silken brilliance sizzled like snow water splashed by hot oil.
The fierce energy to breach the sky and earth was instantly gone, worn down utterly!
"Such inadequate skill, attempting magic combat!"
Chunyu Cultivator coldly laughed, holding a Meridian Technique with one hand, his mortal form’s Qi blood resounded like a copper bell, a resounding boom.
True Gang swept like mountain calls of tsunamis, causing the ground to tremble violently, as if trampled by dozens of giant elephants, followed by strong and unparalleled sword Qi raging like wave upon wave of surging tides!
Bai Qi watching intently as the raging sword light surged upward, clicked his tongue and said:
"So this is four cultivation? How fierce!"
Up to this point, Bai Qi had seen a four cultivation grandmaster only in action once, when Master Ninghai Zen moved a mountain and crushed Master Chen Xing’s adopted son alive.
But that was a brutish method not easily learned.
Compared to Master Ninghai Zen, Chunyu Cultivator’s sword Qi division and rising sword light appeared more elegant.
"Not good..."
Mao Yichang had thought that relying on the Six Qi Heaven-Confusing Rope might slightly hinder the sword sect inheritor, as this Daoist skill was hard to cultivate, only gathered through the grace of Pimo King, which allowed the collection of Six Yin Evil Qi to refine.
Unexpectedly, Chunyu Cultivator’s power was deep and inexorably strong!
Without changing moves, just raw force overwhelming everything, the spider-thread-like delicate and resilient Six Qi Heaven-Confusing Rope was cut to pieces!
Fierce sword Qi surged skyward, like sturdy beams spanning across the sky, sweeping away layers of cloud and gloom!
Mao Yichang’s meager tricks were akin to fireflies, dimmed by Chunyu Cultivator’s luminous moon.
Thoughts melted like wax, turning into wisps of foul black smoke coiling in mid-air.
He screamed miserably, his soul-like black cloud falling, desperately fleeing towards Zhu Mingyu’s direction:
"Lady! Save me!"
Unwilling to reveal herself, Zhu Mingyu sighed helplessly, the section of Withered Revive Wood was still with Mao Yichang. If she witnessed him being obliterated by Chunyu Cultivator’s soul-scattering blow, offering the life-extending treasure to Duke would become difficult.
Since the Grand General had instructed to secure the Withered Revive Wood no matter what, naturally she had to confront the madmen from Meridian Sword Sect.
She waved her large sleeve, the frost snow condensed wrist gleaming, the silver bracelet flew immediately, expanding in the wind, transforming into two lifelike Big Flood Dragons raising claws, pouncing toward the majestic sword Qi.
Its momentum was like shaking a mountain, colliding with the concentrated sword Qi scattering it!
"Top-Grade Magical Artifact! Ice Soul Snow Flood Dragon Bracelet! I see who it is, Zhao Pijiang’s paramour joining the commotion too!"
Chunyu Cultivator’s eyelid twitched, recognizing the origins, his brow became even more filled with killing intent.
Meridian Sword Sect’s grudge with Zhao Pijiang was already like a sea of blood vengeance, irreconcilable.
He held the Meridian Technique, soaring into the air, underfoot wild winds rolled fiercely.
He shot forward like an arrow, gliding across the sky, lightly pointing a fierce sword gesture.
Rapid to the extreme, hardly distinguishable, piercing the two Big Flood Dragons!
This time with True Gang Power contained inside, appearing unremarkable, yet terrifying to the utmost.
Pop!
The vast void seemed like a burst bubble, instantly tearing open a large wave!
Roar!
Ice Soul Cold Iron refined in the furnace for sixty years, drawing the Big Flood Dragon’s essence to imbue with spirit, the silver bracelet seemed to receive a heavy blow, trembling in mid-air!
Just like a hefty hammer striking glowing hot anvil, sparks flying everywhere!
"What a fierce No-Life Sword!"
The magical artifact was badly damaged, forcing Zhu Mingyu back a dozen steps, finally stepping on the muddy ground, the luxurious and exquisite palace attire stained with a few spots of dirt.
This Female Wealth Deity from the Celestial Water Prefecture frowned slightly, and couldn’t engage in too much entanglement with Chunyu Cultivator. The few true disciples left of the Meridian Sword Sect were not insignificant and were not to be underestimated.
"What bad luck! How did that drunkard Mao Yichang get caught by Chunyu Cultivator!"
Zhu Mingyu’s thoughts turned lightly, not wanting the General’s Mansion to be implicated, she decided to cut through the mess quickly.
The spiritual visualization activated, her soul leapt, and surprisingly, a bow and two arrows appeared.
With a point of her finger, she killed the spirits of the two Big Flood Dragons. Chunyu Cultivator, having lost a top-grade magical artifact, narrowed his eyes, pulling up a corner of his mouth:
"A method of observing artifacts and refining treasures! No wonder the glow flashed all over, almost blinding my Dharma Eye!"
Ordinary visualizations mostly honor deities, the sun and moon, mountains, rivers, and seas as the All Things in Heaven and Earth.
It is very rare to repeatedly trace an artifact with a soul thought.
Only the ten orthodox sects of the Peach God Sect, before the Tao was lost, had such a method.
By using eighty-one magical artifacts, forty-nine spiritual artifacts, and five Taoist artifacts as the foundation, corresponding to the inheritance of cultivation realms.
Disciples of the school can choose different artifacts for day and night visualization, and when they achieve great perfection, refine and consume various rare materials to develop the related Daoist skills.
"This bow and arrows, I don’t know what their origin is..."
Chunyu Cultivator squinted his eyes, showing no intention to hold back. Capturing this Female Wealth Deity of the Celestial Water Prefecture, and then capturing that Four Reversals Cult Member, even if Zhao Pijiang had great power, he would have to swallow this dumb loss and lower his head to redeem the captive.
This was truly a golden opportunity for the Meridian Sword Sect to raise their head in pride!
"Bai Qilang truly is the lucky star of the Sword Sect! Following clues to uncover incredibly good news!"
Chunyu Cultivator was about to move his ten fingers, shooting out Sword Qi, setting up an inescapable net, when there was a sudden chill between his brows, as if a sword was pressed against his forehead, bringing an icy feeling deep into his bones.
The bow, nearly captured in spirit likeness by Divine Soul, buzzed and vibrated, its string pulling back as if being drawn into a full moon by both arms.
"Something strange! Could it be the legendary..."
Chunyu Cultivator felt as if he was locked on, with a mysterious feeling of inescapability.
With a "bang," a muffled thunderclap exploded!
The void arrow, concentrated by the Divine Soul, suddenly rushed into the void, and in the next moment, the arrowlight appeared in front of Chunyu Cultivator’s face!
The screeching magic sound hurt his ears as if countless vengeful spirits were screaming, turning the world dim and dark!
Even with Chunyu Cultivator’s steadfast heart, he couldn’t help but freeze for a moment.
Fortunately, the Nanming Li Fire held in Bai Qi’s hand suddenly flickered, like a dragon’s long chant, waking the Sword Sect disciple in time.
His body shook, True Gang boomed, and he executed the Sword Light Escape Technique!
Avoiding the arrowlight that could tear through his Protective Gang Qi and pass through his skull!
"I shouldn’t have underestimated women. I failed to remember Senior Brother Kou’s teachings."
Chunyu Cultivator’s gaze turned cold, and strands of floating Sword Qi condensed from his five viscera and six bowels, suddenly breaking through his limbs and bones, emerging from his body, forming a Forest of Swords Prison covering several feet of space.
"Since you’ve come, you might as well stay! Lady Zhu, since you have come here, then be buried here with the remnants of He Mountain Dao!"
Zhu Mingyu’s face turned pale after shooting an arrow; the oppression from the Fourth-Stage Sword Cultivator was still too strong for her. Her Dao Skill Fourth Realm hasn’t reached Great Perfection, thus really couldn’t match up.
This Female Wealth Deity of the Celestial Water Prefecture lowered her beautiful head:
"Mingyu is incompetent. I trouble the Grand General to save me."
The entire Inner Scenic Land shook like a ship hitting a reef, violently rocking, with mountain rocks and vegetation shattered to pieces.
A wisp of spiritual light like a fine brushstroke, surprisingly sketched out a blurred human figure in the void.
Crack, crack.
This small world, which still had some order, seemed unable to bear it, like a cracked mirror, slowly collapsing.
"Zhao Pijiang is coming..."
Chen Xing, spying from the shadows, rubbed his hands with some hesitation.
Chen Yin, hiding in Spirit Platform, urgently said:
"Hit him! Sever his divine intent!"
Chen Xing asked back:
"Who will go?"
Chen Yin thought for a moment and blurted out:
"Naturally, your disciple’s disciple! He has Divine Soldiers! Capable of injuring him!"
Bai Qi, who had sensed the unfavorable situation and retreated from the battlefield, suddenly paused as if hearing some absurd words:
"Huh? Me, against a Divine Power Giant?"