Chapter 235: The Second-Rank True Art of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 235: The Second-Rank True Art of the Sword Pavilion
“The immortal maiden should retreat for now.”
“This is the Veiled Dragon Water,” Chong Ying (True Dragon), the Azure Dragon Sovereign Heir, said with a smirk, his serpent-like eyes fixed on Ye Guyue (Solitary Moon), their gaze brimming with primal intensity. “It offers great benefits to this king’s cultivation. Naturally, if the immortal maiden insists on using it, you’re welcome to share the bath.”
The Overseas Dominion’s Azure Dragon Sovereign Heir was infamous for his harem of thousands and offspring numbering beyond count. Yet everyone treated him with reverence—until now. Ye Guyue, a cold and ethereal figure from the Four Seas Sect, carried an aura even more prestigious than their sect’s. The sight of her stirred his lustful impulses.
Ye Guyue merely arched her delicate brows. Calmly meeting his gaze, she replied, “A beast clad in fur and horns, born from dampness and eggs—do you truly believe your presence could drive me away?”
Her words struck like blades. Chong Ying’s face darkened instantly.
“Wretched wench!”
The Four Seas Sect, though founded by beastfolk in the Overseas Dominion, now bowed to the human-dominated world order. The great Daoist masters had long established that human form was the pinnacle for cultivation—those born in other forms, no matter how noble their bloodline, faced endless obstacles.
Even a dragon prince like Chong Ying had to assume human shape to absorb spiritual qi freely. Ye Guyue’s taunt—calling him a “furred and horned, egg-born brute”—was a searing insult, likening him to a monkey in human garb.
A thunderous dragon roar split the sky.
Chong Ying’s human form dissolved, replaced by a colossal dragon stretching over a thousand miles, its serpentine body coiling through the heavens. From the roiling clouds descended a mountainous dragon head, jaws parting to unleash his divine ability:
Heavenly River Maw!
The dragon’s maw erupted with a deluge of azure radiance, a tidal wave like the Milky Way cascading from the heavens. It crashed downward like a mountain’s edge, targeting Ye Guyue.
This ability stemmed from the fusion of Celestial Vanguard’s Ren Water and Terrestrial Sha’s Golden Serpent. The Golden Serpent—also known as Shen, the “Celestial Gateway”—served as the Heavenly River's mouth, where Ren Water’s life force could purge metallic corruption. It was tailor-made to counter sword cultivators like Ye Guyue.
Yet Ye Guyue stood unshaken, her eyes glinting with mockery. Her sword core rotated, and her own divine ability flared.
Golden Radiance!
Her swordlight, far from dimming beneath the Heavenly River Maw’s onslaught, blazed brighter.
“Die!”
She thrust her sword forward, its golden radiance slicing toward the dragon’s flood. But suddenly, a chilling coldness prickled her chest.
The cold spread like wildfire, searing her organs, freezing her limbs, until it clawed at her soul. She gasped, her protective treasures glowing faintly as she struggled—but to no avail.
Could this be the Sword Pavilion’s Invisible Sword?!
In an instant, her swordlight imploded, and her spiritual body shattered into a storm of golden sparks.
Boom!
At the epicenter stood Lv Yang, clutching an invisible blade.
The ambush had been flawless—delivered at the precise moment Ye Guyue focused on Chong Ying. Her protective treasures, though potent, paled before Lv Yang’s Invisible Sword. A supreme spirit treasure forged with three divine essences, its Twined Steel essence could defy logic itself, rendering ordinary defenses useless.
“A pity… almost finished her.”
Lv Yang inverted his blade, sighing. Ye Guyue, unlike King Qing, had narrowly evaded death by detonating her physical form. The sword’s backlash had only stripped a tenth of her essence—the rest dissipated as she fragmented her being.
“This ability… doesn’t feel like a sword cultivator’s.”
In the distance, Ye Guyue’s swordlight reformed, her body knitting itself anew. A missing arm remained, but she swallowed a radiant pill, flesh and bone regrowing instantly.
Yet Lv Yang recognized the pill’s cost. Meant for emergencies, it devoured her vital energy. The ambush had forced her to burn her reserves—her strength would plummet.
Eyeing him coldly, she spat, “Demon!”
“Grandfather is here!”
Lv Yang laughed, drawing a second blade wreathed in crimson. The Avici Sword, already charged, shrieked with bloodthirsty hunger. Unlike the stealthy Invisible Sword, Avici’s crimson arc was a brute-force onslaught. After annihilating the Supreme Sword Sect in the Qing Kingdom, Lv Yang had infused it with the Soul Reaper essence—a terror for sword cultivators.
Chong Ying, too, recovered. His antlers blazed, conjuring a storm of dragonwater to block Ye Guyue’s escape. Kill two birds with one stone, he mused. This mortal cultivator is a nuisance anyway.
As they pressed their attack, Lv Yang pondered her last technique.
Nine Matron Demon-Sundering Sword Method!
Her swordlight erupted, now laced with nine blood-red scars. The clash detonated like a thunderstorm, sending shockwaves across the heavens.
Though outmatched, Ye Guyue showed no fear. Her form faded, replaced by a voluptuous, translucent doppelganger.
Snap!
The clone absorbed their attacks, crumbling into oblivion. Ye Guyue herself had vanished.
“She fled?”
Lv Yang narrowed his eyes. That technique—so familiar.
“A second-rank true art,” Yanluo Patriarch’s voice echoed from the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner. “More importantly, she’s completed the Exterior Qi Harvesting stage!”
Lv Yang’s gaze sharpened.
“Grandmaster, this is quite the chore.”
Truth be told, he’d initially planned to kill her. But now? His strategy would need adjusting.
(End of Chapter)
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