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Chapter 138: Spirit Soul Rune, Perfect Burst
Kuiwu Dahan gripped his War Blade, his face frozen in shock as he stared at Lu Qing. He couldn’t believe it—he had actually been forced to draw his blade, all in one stroke.
Even more unbelievable was what he sensed: Lu Qing’s sword technique was astonishingly refined. So refined, in fact, that even as a Sword Dao Zong Shi, he had nearly failed to block that one blade.
Most shocking of all was the power Lu Qing had unleashed. Though Kuiwu Dahan hadn’t committed his full strength—acting too hastily to fully draw upon his might—still, the fact that he had matched Lu Qing blow for blow meant his strength far exceeded that of an ordinary Jin Gu Jing warrior.
“Hmph?” On the city gate, Wang Cangyi, a Xian Tian Jing powerhouse, narrowed his eyes, stunned. “Sword Intent? How… is this possible?!”
What he saw defied belief. The youth’s swordsmanship carried a faint aura—on the verge of breaking through the limits of Hou Tian, reaching the realm of Intent, a level only Xian Tian Jing cultivators were said to master.
But that was impossible! How could a mere Jin Gu Jing cultivator possibly grasp Sword Intent?
“What in the world… am I seeing? Is this kid really that strong? One slash and he forced a Hou Tian Zong Shi of Nei Fu Jing rank to draw his blade?”
A few yards away, the County Magistrate nearly leapt from his seat. Even the Cloth-Clothed Youth, who had just activated his Secret Technique, stared in disbelief.
He had never imagined Lu Qing’s strength could reach such heights. A Jin Gu Jing warrior, yet capable of nearly catching a Nei Fu Jing Wan Man Zong Shi off guard. Even back when he himself was in the Jin Gu Jing stage, he hadn’t achieved such mastery.
Below the gate, the onlookers erupted into chaos.
“What?! Senior Brother drew his sword?!”
“Did I just see that right? Senior Brother was pushed back?”
“This youth’s sword intent is terrifyingly intense!”
“Such a fearsome technique!”
Amidst the uproar, Kuiwu Dahan finally regained his composure, his expression darkening with seriousness.
“Remarkable swordplay. No wonder you’re so confident. In pure technique, I might just be a little behind you.”
“Flattery,” Lu Qing said with a calm smile. “I don’t know how you trained, but among all the swordsmen I’ve met, in terms of natural talent for swordcraft, you’re unmatched—especially at your level.”
Kuiwu Dahan spoke with genuine respect now. He no longer saw Lu Qing as a mere Jin Gu Jing warrior. He had placed him on equal footing.
“But no matter how high your realm, it still requires cultivation to sustain it. Now, I’ll bring out my full strength. Don’t disappoint me—I’ve rarely met a true sword master. I wouldn’t want to end this in just a few strokes.”
With that, Kuiwu Dahan’s body surged with qi, his aura rising in waves. Without hesitation, he activated his Explosive Secret Technique.
“As you wish,” Lu Qing replied, his expression turning solemn.
He had expected the move—but not so quickly. He couldn’t afford to hold back. With a silent thought, a tiny rune formed from Spirit Soul Power within his Brow Qi Cavity began to glow faintly, bathing his entire body in a soft, shimmering light.
As the Spirit Soul Rune ignited, Lu Qing felt an immediate connection—his mind and body now inseparable. Every ounce of power within him was under perfect control. He could unleash his full potential at will, at any moment.
“Every time I use this technique, I’m reminded… how truly miraculous the Script Dao is.”
He marveled at the surging power coursing through him—boundless, yet perfectly tamed.
The rune in his Brow Qi Cavity was the result of his relentless cultivation over the past few days. It wasn’t a martial art, but a true Script Dao technique.
The first step of Script Dao cultivation was Calm Mind and Wash Heart—observing the patterns of heaven and earth. Once one reached the threshold, they could cultivate their own Spirit Soul Power and enter the next stage: the true beginning of Script Dao mastery.
At this stage, the practitioner’s sole task was to forge their own Primordial Rune within the Brow Qi Cavity using Spirit Soul Power. Once completed, the rune could summon Heavenly and Earthly Qi, refine talismans, and elevate the cultivator to an astonishingly profound realm.
That was when a Script Dao adept truly became formidable.
But Lu Qing’s Spirit Soul Power was still weak—far from ready to forge a Primordial Rune. What he had achieved was merely a core rune, the essential component of a talisman.
Yet even this single rune possessed astonishing abilities. It enhanced his control over his body, and more importantly, masked the fluctuations of his Spirit Soul Power—exactly why the Cloth-Clothed Youth hadn’t sensed it earlier.
Lu Qing had intended to keep this technique hidden. But now, facing a Nei Fu Jing Wan Man Zong Shi who had already activated his Explosive Secret Technique, he had no choice.
At this level, techniques like Blast Qi Method—low-tier explosive arts—were useless. Their crude methods of qi circulation couldn’t deeply stimulate his body or unlock its full potential. Even if he used them, they added nothing.
But the Spirit Soul Rune? It allowed him to unlock his full strength at will—without damaging his body. Unlike other Explosive Secret Techniques, which left a lingering weakness, this one had no aftereffects. As long as his Spirit Soul Power held, he could maintain it indefinitely.
For Lu Qing, this was the ultimate explosive technique.
And so, he named it: Perfect Burst.
Though it sounded like a long story, in truth, it all unfolded in a heartbeat.
As Kuiwu Dahan unleashed his Explosive Secret Technique, Lu Qing activated the Spirit Soul Rune.
In that same instant, a crushing aura erupted from both men—so intense that every Hou Tian Jing warrior watching trembled in their bones.
One Tian Cang Sect disciple gasped. “Senior Brother… he’s using his Explosive Secret Technique?”
Even more shocking? Despite the technique, Senior Brother’s aura didn’t dominate the youth.
“Excellent. Simply excellent!” Kuiwu Dahan roared, his battle lust blazing. He no longer cared how Lu Qing had achieved this strength—he only wanted to fight.
With a sweep of his long blade, the ground cracked beneath him. In the next breath, he surged forward—transforming from stillness to motion in an instant, like a bolt of lightning.
His blade roared with thunderous echoes, streaking through the air with countless afterimages as he slashed toward Lu Qing.
“Meet my Thunderbolt Slash!”
Lu Qing remained calm. Not a flicker of fear crossed his face. With a single, steady motion, he drew his own blade and countered.
He met force with force—adopting a mutually destructive combat style.
But in that split second, Kuiwu Dahan sensed something was wrong.
Lu Qing’s slash, though seemingly suicidal, was perfectly calculated—slipping through the exact flaw in his own technique.
Had he not changed course, his wrist would have struck Lu Qing’s blade first—shattering bone, losing his hand, and dying instantly.
Amazing insight! Kuiwu Dahan thought in awe. He now had no doubt: Lu Qing’s sword mastery was truly superior.
To perceive a flaw in his perfected Thunderbolt Slash in such a fleeting moment—something he’d never faced even after mastering the technique.
But despite the revelation, Kuiwu Dahan was no ordinary warrior. A Nei Fu Jing Wan Man Zong Shi, his sword mastery had reached the peak of Balanced Strength and Gentleness, Exquisite Precision. His control was absolute—fluid, effortless, and precise.
He twisted his arm, redirecting his blade to intercept Lu Qing’s War Blade.
If technique couldn’t match you, then I’ll crush you with strength!
With eyes blazing, Kuiwu Dahan unleashed his qi in waves. His blade shot forward at blinding speed, slamming into Lu Qing’s.
Clang!
The clash rang out like a thunderclap. Shockwaves burst outward. This time, neither man stepped back. Both rooted their feet into the earth, bodies trembling, then instantly clashed again.
Blade after blade flashed through the air. Kill intent surged. Countless afterimages of steel danced around them, vanishing as fast as they appeared.
The constant clang of steel meeting steel echoed sharply—each strike a jolt to the heart.
One was stronger. The other, sharper.
For a moment, neither could gain the upper hand.
But to the onlookers, the scene was nothing short of terrifying.
(End of Chapter)
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