“Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, Zhao Jiuge,” Zhao Jiuge said calmly.
Yu Zhengen was shocked by Zhao Jiuge’s strength, but Zhao Jiuge had also underestimated Yu Zhengen. Zhao Jiuge didn’t like this Chief Head Disciple of the Giant Sword Sect, but he had to acknowledge Yu Zhengen’s strength.
After he spoke, the disciples from the Water Moon Temple and Giant Head Sect were shocked. They didn’t know Zhao Jiuge was the Chief Head Disciple, but they were shocked that Zhao Jiuge was a disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect.
At this moment, they suddenly realized that Zhao Jiuge was a disciple of a holy land that had come out for training. No wonder he was willing to face off against the Giant Sword Sect and was also so strong. At the same time, their eyes were filled with curiosity. This was the first time they had encountered a disciple from a holy land beside the Hundred Flower Valley.
However, compared to them, Yu Zhengen’s expression changed even more. His eyes widened and he exclaimed in doubt, “Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect’s Chief Head Disciple?”
This shocked Zhao Jiuge. He deliberately hadn’t mentioned his status, just his name. He didn’t expect Yu Zhengen to actually know him. He paused for a moment and asked in shock, “You know me?”
“I don’t know you, but my teacher has told me about you. I know not just your name, but after the Seven Holy Land Exchange, I heard about the Chief Head Disciples of all the holy lands.”
Yu Zhengen spoke slowly and carefully observed Zhao Jiuge. His previous shock returned to calmness and there was an inexplicable sense of excitement welling inside him.
“I didn’t think the Chief Head Disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect had fallen to this state. You’re not even at the Nascent Soul Realm, and you have a similar cultivation to me. No wonder the rumors have been saying that the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect has been getting worse and worse each year.”
When Zhao Jiuge heard Yu Zhengen’s explanation, he felt some relief. However, he was not enraged by Yu Zhengen’s words and instead smiled. “Whether I’m capable or not is not determined by words. Try and you will know.”
There was no need to waste words on Yu Zhengen. The more he explained, the more it would look like he was trying to cover up. He naturally knew the true strength of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect. Their top combat power was no weaker than the other holy lands, but the younger disciples hadn’t managed to keep up.
Hearing their words, the surrounding disciples’ expressions changed greatly. They didn’t expect this young man to be the Chief Head Disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect. They were all very shocked.
The two female disciples from the Water Moon Temple looked at Zhao Jiuge with gazes of admiration. Only Senior Brother Zhang felt it was a little strange. This generation’s Chief Head Disciple from the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect seemed a bit weak. In the Yan Province, the Chief Head Disciple of the Hundred Flower Valley, Sensior Sister Lin, had already reached the Nascent Soul Realm.
Although their statuses in the sect were not as high as Yu Zhengen, Senior Brother Zhang knew much more than his four juniors.
“Hehe, that’s right. Talking is useless, you have to try to know. The truth will be revealed with actions.”
Yu Zhengen looked at Zhao Jiuge with a smile that wasn’t a smile. His expression suddenly became gloomy and he calmly said, “However, you know how precious the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Grass is. Our Giant Sword Sect focuses on the unity of the body and sword. The Seven-Colored Flowing Light Grass is of great use for refining the body and is precious to our Giant Sword Sect.”
Zhao Jiuge furrowed and pondered for a bit. He thought about the spirit stones he had obtained and made a decision. He said, “How about this? I’ll compensate you and the friends from the Water Moon Temple with 10,000 spirit stones each. How about it?”
After all, he had his own principles and did feel a bit guilty about stealing it from them. He wanted to use the spirit stones to pay them back a bit. The Seven-Colored Flowing Light Grass was very important to him because he wouldn’t be able to continue cultivating his Sanskrit Divine Body without it.
The disciples of the Water Moon Temple all remained silent. Although 10,000 spirit stones was a large amount, they had no right to speak in this situation because they were the weakest power here.
“Hahahaha…”
Yu Zhengen laughed in an exaggerated manner. After he finished laughing, he looked at Zhao Jiuge with a provoking smile and said, “10,000 spirit stones? Is that your lunch money? How about this: leave that beauty and the top-quality spirit treasure sword and you can have the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Grass.”
Zhao Jiuge’s expression didn’t change at all, but his eyes became cold. Forget his life-linked flying sword, no one was allowed to touch Su Su. He could already see that Yu Zhengen had no intent to let this matter end.
“Since you’re seeking death, I’ll give it to you.” Zhao Jiuge let out a snort. He began moving his spirit force once more and his entire aura changed.
“Haha, then come!”
Yu Zhengen didn’t show any fear toward Zhao Jiuge. He didn’t back down because of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect’s fame, but instead became restless.
“They all talk about how strong the holy lands are, but I can see that your Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect isn’t worth a fart, probably not even a match for my Giant Sword Sect. Your Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect might as well give your title of holy land to my Giant Sword Sect in the upcoming Battle Competition.
“Hmph, the disciple is a reflection of the sect. You’re the Chief Head Disciple with only this little strength. The other disciples of the sect must be even more trash.
“Today, I’ll borrow your fame. After I beat you, the Chief Head Disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, everyone will know who I, Yu Zhengen, am!”
After he finished speaking, Yu Zhengen’s expression became serious. He narrowed his eyes and looked seriously at Zhao Jiuge.
“Use me to become famous?”
Zhao Jiuge found this a little funny. If it were the geniuses of the other holy lands, he might have to worry. Yu Zhengen was only the Chief Head Disciple of a first-rate sect, yet he wanted to teach Zhao Jiuge a lesson. Zhao Jiuge didn’t say more—there was no need to talk to a dead man. Not only had Yu Zhengen provoked Su Su and cursed at him, he even dared to tarnish the reputation of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect. As a disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, he naturally couldn’t allow this to happen!
There were no words, but the sounds of swords humming echoed like a melody.
After Yu Zhengen finished speaking, he was already prepared and leaped forward. He raised the Giant Faint Sword and slashed down on Zhao Jiuge.
The Giant Faint Sword carried a powerful torrent of spirit force and slashed down. Zhao Jiuge’s eyes were as calm as water and he tilted his sword upwards. It didn’t take much for him to knock aside the incoming attack. After all, the Giant Faint Sword was two grades lower than his Cold Underworld Sword.
After being knocked aside, Yu Zhengen calmly chopped down on Zhao Jiuge’s head again like he was beating a drum.
Unsurprisingly, Zhao Jiuge easily knocked this strike aside. Facing the mountain-like sword, Zhao Jiuge steadily resisted.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
……
The two sides continued to exchange blows, and the collisions affected their surroundings. The disciples of the Water Moon Temple watched in a daze.
After colliding nine times, Zhao Jiuge frowned in confusion and finally noticed that something was wrong. Each time Yu Zhengen attacked, he used the same move and the same amount of strength. Yet it was getting more and more difficult to defend. Even with the first three layers and his Cold Underworld Sword’s natural advantage, he found it difficult to continue.
Bang!
Another collison echoed. On the 10th strike, Zhao Jiuge felt a sharp spirit force collide with him, and his left arm felt a little numb. This time, Zhao Jiuge was pushed back two steps. Even when he used the slaughter sword aura, it didn’t help at all, and he couldn’t completely block the attack. Seeing Yu Zhengen’s 11th strike, Zhao Jiuge’s eyes narrowed. His spirit force surged and he began using a spell.
Yu Zhengen was in full swing and suppressed Zhao Jiuge. There was pride in his eyes—he was thinking that the Chief Head Disciple of a holy land wasn’t much.
He had condensed a grade-6 spirit core, which was very good even in a holy land. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been accepted as the disciple of the Giant Sword Sect’s sect master. They had paid a great price to raise him and had appointed him the Chief Head Disciple with high hopes.
Not only was he given a large amount of spirit stones to cultivate, he had also received his life-linked spirit sword. He was also allowed to cultivate inside a rank-3 spirit vein and had successfully tempered his body absorbing the powerful metal-attribute. Countless precious spirit herbs had been used to temper Yu Zhengen’s body.
It could be said that Yu Zhengen carried all of the Giant Sword Sect’s hopes for this generation. They wanted to become famous across the world in the Battle Competition in two years. If he could reach the Nascent Soul Realm, he could have a chance to defeat the Chief Head Disciples of the holy lands. Then the fate of their sect would change and they might even be able to fight for the title of holy land.
Yu Zhengen was filled with pride and looked at Zhao Jiuge with disdain. He revealed a mocking smile and muttered to himself, “Spells? I really want to see how many strikes from the Giant 18 Fold Waves a spell from a holy land can handle.”
The Giant 18 Fold Waves was the signature spell of the Giant Sword Sect. It had a total of 18 strikes, and each strike borrowed the power from the last. The strikes overlapped with each other like one wave after the other. The last strike would have its power increased by several hundred folds.
However, the biggest weakness of this spell was the terrifying consumption of spirit force. Those with a spirit cores below grade-5 couldn’t even complete all 18 strikes. If they could, they would be left with almost no spirit force. The grade of your spirit core determined how dense your spirit force was and your potential future.
This was why Zhao Jiuge didn’t notice that Yu Zhengen had used a spell—because it was built on the basis of the Broken Heaven Sword Art. It was just like the Moon Dance Star River spell that Elder Waning Moon had taught him. It was a spell, but it was built on the basis of sword energy.
This time, Zhao Jiuge stopping hiding his power. The spirit force inside his body surged and he used Moon Dance Star River.
“Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, Zhao Jiuge,” Zhao Jiuge said calmly.
Yu Zhengen was shocked by Zhao Jiuge’s strength, but Zhao Jiuge had also underestimated Yu Zhengen. Zhao Jiuge didn’t like this Chief Head Disciple of the Giant Sword Sect, but he had to acknowledge Yu Zhengen’s strength.
After he spoke, the disciples from the Water Moon Temple and Giant Head Sect were shocked. They didn’t know Zhao Jiuge was the Chief Head Disciple, but they were shocked that Zhao Jiuge was a disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect.
At this moment, they suddenly realized that Zhao Jiuge was a disciple of a holy land that had come out for training. No wonder he was willing to face off against the Giant Sword Sect and was also so strong. At the same time, their eyes were filled with curiosity. This was the first time they had encountered a disciple from a holy land beside the Hundred Flower Valley.
However, compared to them, Yu Zhengen’s expression changed even more. His eyes widened and he exclaimed in doubt, “Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect’s Chief Head Disciple?”
This shocked Zhao Jiuge. He deliberately hadn’t mentioned his status, just his name. He didn’t expect Yu Zhengen to actually know him. He paused for a moment and asked in shock, “You know me?”
“I don’t know you, but my teacher has told me about you. I know not just your name, but after the Seven Holy Land Exchange, I heard about the Chief Head Disciples of all the holy lands.”
Yu Zhengen spoke slowly and carefully observed Zhao Jiuge. His previous shock returned to calmness and there was an inexplicable sense of excitement welling inside him.
“I didn’t think the Chief Head Disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect had fallen to this state. You’re not even at the Nascent Soul Realm, and you have a similar cultivation to me. No wonder the rumors have been saying that the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect has been getting worse and worse each year.”
When Zhao Jiuge heard Yu Zhengen’s explanation, he felt some relief. However, he was not enraged by Yu Zhengen’s words and instead smiled. “Whether I’m capable or not is not determined by words. Try and you will know.”
There was no need to waste words on Yu Zhengen. The more he explained, the more it would look like he was trying to cover up. He naturally knew the true strength of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect. Their top combat power was no weaker than the other holy lands, but the younger disciples hadn’t managed to keep up.
Hearing their words, the surrounding disciples’ expressions changed greatly. They didn’t expect this young man to be the Chief Head Disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect. They were all very shocked.
The two female disciples from the Water Moon Temple looked at Zhao Jiuge with gazes of admiration. Only Senior Brother Zhang felt it was a little strange. This generation’s Chief Head Disciple from the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect seemed a bit weak. In the Yan Province, the Chief Head Disciple of the Hundred Flower Valley, Sensior Sister Lin, had already reached the Nascent Soul Realm.
Although their statuses in the sect were not as high as Yu Zhengen, Senior Brother Zhang knew much more than his four juniors.
“Hehe, that’s right. Talking is useless, you have to try to know. The truth will be revealed with actions.”
Yu Zhengen looked at Zhao Jiuge with a smile that wasn’t a smile. His expression suddenly became gloomy and he calmly said, “However, you know how precious the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Grass is. Our Giant Sword Sect focuses on the unity of the body and sword. The Seven-Colored Flowing Light Grass is of great use for refining the body and is precious to our Giant Sword Sect.”
Zhao Jiuge furrowed and pondered for a bit. He thought about the spirit stones he had obtained and made a decision. He said, “How about this? I’ll compensate you and the friends from the Water Moon Temple with 10,000 spirit stones each. How about it?”
After all, he had his own principles and did feel a bit guilty about stealing it from them. He wanted to use the spirit stones to pay them back a bit. The Seven-Colored Flowing Light Grass was very important to him because he wouldn’t be able to continue cultivating his Sanskrit Divine Body without it.
The disciples of the Water Moon Temple all remained silent. Although 10,000 spirit stones was a large amount, they had no right to speak in this situation because they were the weakest power here.
“Hahahaha…”
Yu Zhengen laughed in an exaggerated manner. After he finished laughing, he looked at Zhao Jiuge with a provoking smile and said, “10,000 spirit stones? Is that your lunch money? How about this: leave that beauty and the top-quality spirit treasure sword and you can have the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Grass.”
Zhao Jiuge’s expression didn’t change at all, but his eyes became cold. Forget his life-linked flying sword, no one was allowed to touch Su Su. He could already see that Yu Zhengen had no intent to let this matter end.
“Since you’re seeking death, I’ll give it to you.” Zhao Jiuge let out a snort. He began moving his spirit force once more and his entire aura changed.
“Haha, then come!”
Yu Zhengen didn’t show any fear toward Zhao Jiuge. He didn’t back down because of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect’s fame, but instead became restless.
“They all talk about how strong the holy lands are, but I can see that your Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect isn’t worth a fart, probably not even a match for my Giant Sword Sect. Your Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect might as well give your title of holy land to my Giant Sword Sect in the upcoming Battle Competition.
“Hmph, the disciple is a reflection of the sect. You’re the Chief Head Disciple with only this little strength. The other disciples of the sect must be even more trash.
“Today, I’ll borrow your fame. After I beat you, the Chief Head Disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, everyone will know who I, Yu Zhengen, am!”
After he finished speaking, Yu Zhengen’s expression became serious. He narrowed his eyes and looked seriously at Zhao Jiuge.
“Use me to become famous?”
Zhao Jiuge found this a little funny. If it were the geniuses of the other holy lands, he might have to worry. Yu Zhengen was only the Chief Head Disciple of a first-rate sect, yet he wanted to teach Zhao Jiuge a lesson. Zhao Jiuge didn’t say more—there was no need to talk to a dead man. Not only had Yu Zhengen provoked Su Su and cursed at him, he even dared to tarnish the reputation of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect. As a disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, he naturally couldn’t allow this to happen!
There were no words, but the sounds of swords humming echoed like a melody.
After Yu Zhengen finished speaking, he was already prepared and leaped forward. He raised the Giant Faint Sword and slashed down on Zhao Jiuge.
The Giant Faint Sword carried a powerful torrent of spirit force and slashed down. Zhao Jiuge’s eyes were as calm as water and he tilted his sword upwards. It didn’t take much for him to knock aside the incoming attack. After all, the Giant Faint Sword was two grades lower than his Cold Underworld Sword.
After being knocked aside, Yu Zhengen calmly chopped down on Zhao Jiuge’s head again like he was beating a drum.
Unsurprisingly, Zhao Jiuge easily knocked this strike aside. Facing the mountain-like sword, Zhao Jiuge steadily resisted.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
……
The two sides continued to exchange blows, and the collisions affected their surroundings. The disciples of the Water Moon Temple watched in a daze.
After colliding nine times, Zhao Jiuge frowned in confusion and finally noticed that something was wrong. Each time Yu Zhengen attacked, he used the same move and the same amount of strength. Yet it was getting more and more difficult to defend. Even with the first three layers and his Cold Underworld Sword’s natural advantage, he found it difficult to continue.
Bang!
Another collison echoed. On the 10th strike, Zhao Jiuge felt a sharp spirit force collide with him, and his left arm felt a little numb. This time, Zhao Jiuge was pushed back two steps. Even when he used the slaughter sword aura, it didn’t help at all, and he couldn’t completely block the attack. Seeing Yu Zhengen’s 11th strike, Zhao Jiuge’s eyes narrowed. His spirit force surged and he began using a spell.
Yu Zhengen was in full swing and suppressed Zhao Jiuge. There was pride in his eyes—he was thinking that the Chief Head Disciple of a holy land wasn’t much.
He had condensed a grade-6 spirit core, which was very good even in a holy land. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been accepted as the disciple of the Giant Sword Sect’s sect master. They had paid a great price to raise him and had appointed him the Chief Head Disciple with high hopes.
Not only was he given a large amount of spirit stones to cultivate, he had also received his life-linked spirit sword. He was also allowed to cultivate inside a rank-3 spirit vein and had successfully tempered his body absorbing the powerful metal-attribute. Countless precious spirit herbs had been used to temper Yu Zhengen’s body.
It could be said that Yu Zhengen carried all of the Giant Sword Sect’s hopes for this generation. They wanted to become famous across the world in the Battle Competition in two years. If he could reach the Nascent Soul Realm, he could have a chance to defeat the Chief Head Disciples of the holy lands. Then the fate of their sect would change and they might even be able to fight for the title of holy land.
Yu Zhengen was filled with pride and looked at Zhao Jiuge with disdain. He revealed a mocking smile and muttered to himself, “Spells? I really want to see how many strikes from the Giant 18 Fold Waves a spell from a holy land can handle.”
The Giant 18 Fold Waves was the signature spell of the Giant Sword Sect. It had a total of 18 strikes, and each strike borrowed the power from the last. The strikes overlapped with each other like one wave after the other. The last strike would have its power increased by several hundred folds.
However, the biggest weakness of this spell was the terrifying consumption of spirit force. Those with a spirit cores below grade-5 couldn’t even complete all 18 strikes. If they could, they would be left with almost no spirit force. The grade of your spirit core determined how dense your spirit force was and your potential future.
This was why Zhao Jiuge didn’t notice that Yu Zhengen had used a spell—because it was built on the basis of the Broken Heaven Sword Art. It was just like the Moon Dance Star River spell that Elder Waning Moon had taught him. It was a spell, but it was built on the basis of sword energy.
This time, Zhao Jiuge stopping hiding his power. The spirit force inside his body surged and he used Moon Dance Star River.
