For the next month, Zhang Ruochen entered a frantic state of cultivation, and every three days, he would challenge Ling Fei Yu.
Today, it was the twelfth time that the two of them had fought.
Above the bamboo sea, chaotic sword air currents surged, emitting swish-swish sounds.
At the centre of the sword airflow, there were two figures, a man and a woman, rapidly interlacing, performing exquisite sword techniques.
“Gold Dipper Sunrise.”
In Ling Fei Yu’s hand, there was a long sword condensed into holy qi, pointing straight up into the sky, emitting an eye-catching golden light.
A torrent of sword qi gathered into a torrent, rotating around the long sword, and then, it pressed down on Zhang Ruochen in front of him.
Zhang Ruochen’s figure, standing straight, rushed forwards, his finger leading forwards as he silently chanted, “Sword Three.”?In the recent month, with both Ling Feiyu and him accompanying him in practice, and with the guidance of the sixteen Sword Saint Ancestors, Zhang Ruochen’s Sword Dao realm could be said to have skyrocketed, and he had already cultivated Sword Three to the great circle.
“Boom.”
The two powerful sword dao qi forces collided together, annihilating thousands of sword qi in a split second.
Among them, a three-foot long sword qi pierced through the defence of the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword and struck Zhang Ruochen’s right chest with a “bang”.
The power of the sword qi passed through the Meteor Invisibility Vest and struck his chest, causing his lungs to shake violently.
Immediately after, an intense pain came from his lungs, making it very difficult for Zhang Ruochen to breathe.
Zhang Ruochen flew backwards and crashed back to the ground, not continuing his strike.
“It’s the sixth move again, it’s still …… that much worse ……”
Zhang Ruochen’s face, very pale, mobilised his Saint Qi and transported it to his lungs, bringing his injuries under control temporarily.
A subtle sound of breaking wind rang out, and then, Ling Fei Yu flew down from the sky above, standing on top of a layer of purple Saint Mist, forming an incomparably beautiful ghostly shadow.
“In just a month’s time, from the very beginning, you couldn’t even block this Saint’s first move, and now, you are already able to exchange five or six moves with this Saint, such a huge progress is really quite astonishing to this Saint.”Ling Fei Yu said.
It was no wonder that Ling Fei Yu would give Zhang Ruochen such a high evaluation, knowing that she had witnessed Zhang Ruochen’s step-by-step growth over the past month.
Every three days, Zhang Ruochen would make amazing progress.
If, Zhang Ruochen kept up this cultivation speed, Ling Feiyu was quite worried that one day, she would be surpassed by Zhang Ruochen.
Such an achievement, it seemed, was nothing remarkable.
However, at the same realm, Ling Fei Yu had once used sixteen moves to defeat a Sword Saint.
In other words, as long as Zhang Ruochen was able to block Ling Fei Yu’s sixteen moves, he would be able to match some Sword Saints in terms of his attainments in the Sword Dao.
From this, it could be seen that Zhang Ruochen, whose cultivation level was only a mere First Order Half Saint, was able to block five or six moves of Ling Fei Yu, which was a great achievement.
Zhang Ruochen put away the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword and appeared arrogant as he stared towards Ling Fei Yu, saying, “Before I break through to the Saint realm, my sword dao will definitely surpass yours.”
Ling Fei Yu’s eyes revealed a strange look in his eyes as he said, “This Saint’s three hundred years of cultivation, is it not possible for you to surpass it just because you say so? The fact that you were able to go through with this Saint lies largely in, the power of space and time.”
“The true Way of the Sword, you’re still far from it, don’t be swept away by momentary achievements.”
“Now, you have only cultivated Sword Three to great perfection, do you know, to what realm has this Saint already cultivated?”
A sword cultivator cultivating Sword Seven to great perfection was enough to be named a Sword Saint.
Eight hundred years ago, a generation of wizards, Snow Red Dust, was even strong enough to cultivate Sword Ten to the consummate realm, and was called the Sword Emperor.
Ling Feiyu was the number one pride of the entire Kunlun Realm three hundred years ago, although, very few people mentioned her qualifications in the Dao of the Sword. However, she was a major practitioner of the Sword Dao, and it was feared that her Sword Dao realm had also reached an extremely high level.
Naturally, Zhang Ruochen was still quite curious as to what level Ling Feiyu’s Sword Dao Realm had reached.
Seeing that Zhang Ruochen did not take the initiative to ask, Ling Feiyu nevertheless spoke up, saying, “Just three days ago, this Saint has already realised the last layer of the Sword Nine realm, and I believe that it won’t be long before I will be able to cultivate the Sword Nine to a great perfection.”
In fact, there was another sentence that Ling Fei Yu did not say.
That was, the fact that she was able to penetrate the last layer of the Sword Nine’s realm had a lot to do with Zhang Ruochen as well.
While Zhang Ruochen was stealing her Nine Lives Sword Technique, in fact, she was also secretly comprehending the power of time and space.
It was her integration of her own understanding of time and space into the Sword Dao that allowed her to realise the final layer of the Nine Realms of the Sword.
Showing off, this was a shameless showing off.
Any other Sword Saint would definitely be quite introverted, and would definitely not show such a complacent appearance in front of a low-ranked Half-Saint, flaunting his achievements.
However, for such a thing to happen to Ling Fei Yu, Zhang Ruochen was not surprised at all.
Careful, short-tempered, arrogant, brutal and overbearing, and also very arrogant. The character flaws of a woman, she had almost accounted for all of them.
At the same time, she had a beautiful face, a perfect body, was intelligent, had great talent, and was a saint of the Sword Dao. The advantages that a woman should have, also accounted for a large portion.
Although, on Huang Yichen’s body, there were also some character flaws, but they were very introverted, unlike Ling Fei Yu who was so flamboyant and arrogant.
I really can’t imagine what a difficult character Ling Fei Yu was when she was young.
However, her attainments in the Dao of the Sword did make Zhang Ruochen feel quite shocked.
Only a true sword cultivator would understand how profound the Wordless Sword Spectrum was, and the further one went, the more obscure it became, and it was as difficult as climbing up a layer of the realm.
Ling Fei Yu had only spent three hundred years to cultivate Sword 9 to the Great Perfection, with such a qualification, even when compared to the Sword Emperor and the Empress…?When Ling Fei Yu saw Zhang Ruochen’s face reveal a look of astonishment, she was naturally quite satisfied in her heart, and the corners of her mouth ticked beneath her veil.
Afterwards, she transformed into a stream of purple light and disappeared into the bamboo forest.
“Truly an extremely arrogant woman, if one day, one were to defeat her, one wonders if she would be able to withstand the blow?”
In Zhang Ruochen’s heart, an odd thought emerged.
However, this thought was only a flash. After all, the gap between him and Ling Fei Yu was just too great, and trying to surpass her right now was indeed a bit over-ambitious.
Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged in the bamboo forest and began to regulate his breathing, recovering from the injuries to his lungs.
In the recent month, his progress, which could be described as quite tremendous, had not only cultivated Sword Three to great perfection.
Moreover, he had also learnt all of the Nine Lives Sword Technique, and although he hadn’t reached the grand completion, he was already able to execute it as he wished.
In addition to that, Zhang Ruochen had also studied the True One Thunder and Fire Sword Technique and the second level of the Time Sword Technique, the “Scale Eight Transformations”, to a certain extent, and was steadily cultivating them.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen, while healing his injuries, recalled the battle with Ling Fei Yu just now, summarising his mistakes during the battle.
“With my current strength, I should be able to easily win if I meet an opponent like Wind Bird again. My realm, too, has been completely stabilised, so I can instead swallow the Sacred Elemental Pill and impact the realm of a Second Stage Demi-Saint.”
Every time a Half-Saint advanced by one rank, his strength would increase drastically, and Zhang Ruochen naturally wanted to obtain an even more powerful cultivation level.
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The sky gradually darkened, and a bright full moon appeared above the clouds. The moonlight spilled down onto the ground, penetrating the formation barrier over the Zhenjian Ancient Clan, causing the entire world to be covered in a layer of fantastical colours.
Wang Jie stood at the edge of the Sword Mound, looking out at the bright moon above his head, but a somewhat grim expression appeared on his still handsome face as he said, “This is the night, we must make Ling Fei Yu and Zhang Ruochen, pay a heavy price.”
Beside Wang Jie, there stood an old man with white hair.
He had a short stature and a wrinkled face, except that the pair of eyes that sprouted underneath the white hair had a thread of scarlet blood.
This person, named Wang Jinlock, was a clan elder of the Wang Family, in terms of seniority, even Wang Jie had to call him 17th uncle.
Wang Jinlock’s voice, which was rather hoarse, carried a few hints of compulsion as he said, ”Anyone can see that Zhang Ruochen must be an infiltrator of the Immortal Blood Clan. However, Ling Fei Yu desperately sheltered him, and even imprisoned another sword-wielder, Xiang Zhengfeng, in the Underworld Dungeon. I don’t know whether the Ancient Clan of Prison Suppression today is headed by the Clan Chief or her?”
Wang Jie tightened his fists, gritting his teeth in hatred, saying, “Damnable Ling Fei Yu, not only did he cause me to be lashed by my father for thirty dragon lashes, but he also caused me to lose face in front of the clan, no matter what, I must avenge this.”
“With young master’s strength alone, not to mention seeking revenge on Ling Fei Yu, even against Zhang Ruochen, I’m afraid that he doesn’t have much of a chance of winning.”Wang Jinlock said without slowing down.
Wang Jie suppressed his anger, gradually, and hid it deep within his heart, grinned, revealing a confident look, and said, “It is precisely for this reason that I must rescue Xiang Zhengfeng. As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend. It is just right to use Xiang Zhengfeng’s hand to get rid of Zhang Ruochen.”
Wang Jinlock, however, shook his head and said, “Zhang Ruochen’s backer is Ling Feiyu, and with her shelter, even if you rescue Xiang Zhengfeng, you can’t do anything about Zhang Ruochen at all.”
“I naturally have other means that are enough to hold that b*tch Ling Fei Yu in check. Uncle Seventeen, haven’t you noticed that tonight is the night of the full moon?”
Wang Jie pointed at the moon above his head, and at the same time, it was as if he was alluding to something?
Wang Jinlock’s eyes narrowed as he smiled and said, “I see, young master is really smart, making me admire him. On this full moon night, that person should have already transformed into a bloodthirsty monster, if he is released …… comic relief ……”
In Wang Jie’s eyes, a strong killing intent was revealed, and he also let out a gloomy laugh.
Subsequently, Wang Jie and Wang Jinlock walked into the Sword Mound, transformed into two dark shadows, and hurried over in the direction of the Underworld Dungeon.
