https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-259-Twenty-Years-of-Forging-a-Sword-Entering-Sainthood-and-Slaying-the-Martial-Saint-Part/12987790/
https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-260-Erase-Su-Wenxi-s-Name-from-the-Book-of-Life-and-Death-Welcome-Back-Sword-Saint-Huang-J/12987792/
Chapter 259: Twenty Years of Forging a Sword, Entering Sainthood and Slaying the Martial Saint (Part
Chapter 259: Twenty Years of Forging a Sword, Entering Sainthood and Slaying the Martial Saint (Part 2)
In one of the courtyards.
Someone had already covered their face, sobbing uncontrollably.
"When my beloved married, my heart withered and died. I devoted myself to the sword, entering the Lu Xuan Sword Immortal Temple to practice and observe the sword. Finally, I obtained the Sword Immortal's inheritance..."
"With this sword, I should have attained the true essence of the sword path and achieved the realm of Sword Saint!"
"But my heart's attachment held me back for twenty years."
"Today, I let it go."
"For twenty years."
"To hone a sword."
"Jiu, the Sword Wine, sharpens his sword."
"This Jiu, entering the Martial Saint realm!"
Huang Jian Jiu held the Sword Immortal's sword at a slant, and in an instant, countless streams of light faded away, as if washing away the dust from the Divine Blade!
With a tremor, the sword intent soared into the nine heavens.
In that moment, the sword light split into nine.
The sword light shimmered, like a thousand trees blooming with pear blossoms.
Hummm—
At this moment, Huang Jian Jiu's voice resonated like a tide, echoing throughout the entire Su Family estate.
All the cultivators of the Su Family watched in silence.
The muffled cheers gradually subsided, leaving only a deep, hoarse cry. It was faint, yet it seemed to be at the limit of its strength.
Even the Heavens and Earth Chessboard seemed unable to block out this sound.
The sound, like a surging tide, accompanied the sword light that soared into the clouds, echoing throughout the entire Qianyuan Dao City.
...
...
[Sinister Lotus Nasal Snort Disturbing Soul General Temple]
The temple stood tall, bathed in the moon's shadow.
The moonlight, like a sheer veil, shone upon the black tiles.
At the tip of the tower.
A man in a simple and rustic scholar's robe, with a long beard, closed the book in his hand and let out a soft sigh.
The rolling sound of the thunderous roar, accompanied by the bursting sword light, reached his ears.
"Twenty years of hardship, honing a sword to enter the Martial Saint realm..."
"A fleeting brilliance, like a firefly covering the bright moon."
"What a pity..."
Qianyuan Shen Zong's Elder Fang Hanshu's scholar robe fluttered in the wind, and a hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes.
Below.
Su Leibao, the Su Family's Elder, clenched his dragon-head cane. The ground beneath him cracked like a spider's web, and his entire body's energy was suppressed, leaving him unable to move.
...
...
[Six Desires Exorcising Evil Lu Xuan Sword Immortal Strange Temple]
The Temple Surveillance Office's Governor Si Feng Zhiqi stood before the temple, sensing a sharp wind in the air, and the sword intent that seemed to resonate with the Strange Temple.
Si Feng Zhiqi shook his head, "Such a talented swordsman, what a pity..."
"To obtain the Lu Xuan Sword Immortal's inheritance, he's a remarkable young man."
"His potential is not limited to this. His sword... even has the chance to open the Celestial Gate in the future."
Si Feng Zhiqi sighed deeply.
But twenty years of honing a single sword had taken its toll.
Now, everything had come to a close.
This sword strike, at the peak of its brilliance, was dazzling.
Yet, it was merely a fleeting moment, like a blooming flower.
Yuwen Wenlong, standing beside him, also felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, as if he sensed the sharpness of cutting through life force within this sword strike.
If this sword strike were directed at him, even if he could block it, he would likely suffer severe injuries!
What a powerful sword strike!
Could Huang Jian Jiu... really unleash such a strike?
...
...
Qianyuan Shen Zong.
The Outer Gate, Disciple City.
The Elder Hall.
Jiao Shaoqiu was in the courtyard, guiding the disciples in their cultivation.
Several children practiced diligently under the moonlight. When the news spread that the Sect Master, the Great True Person, was about to emerge from seclusion and conduct the final recruitment examination for his personal disciples during the Qingming Festival, the entire sect became bustling with activity.
Every child under ten years old in the sect worked tirelessly, hoping to make a last-minute effort and seize the seemingly slim chance of becoming a disciple of the Sect Master.
If one could truly become the Sect Master's personal disciple, then all cultivation resources would be readily available, with the entire Qianyuan Divine Sect's wealth at their disposal. Rumors even suggest the chance to attend the prestigious Pan Tao Victory Banquet, hosted by the reigning Empress herself in the Divine Capital.
This banquet is not merely a grand event; it's a competition where one's prowess is tested. Gaining recognition at this banquet means fame throughout the realm.
What young man doesn't harbor ambitions of making a name for himself?
Elder Jiao was guiding the children in their cultivation. As the Outer Gate's Grand Elder, he had mentored numerous talented youths, and many of his disciples had brought him great pride.
Suddenly, Elder Jiao's eyes narrowed as he sensed a surge of sword aura soaring into the sky. His words of instruction abruptly halted, his voice stiffening.
In the courtyard, many of the sword-wielding youths felt their swords trembling in their hands, and cries of astonishment filled the air.
Elder Jiao's body trembled, and he abruptly turned to look at the source of the soaring sword light.
The sword light was dazzling, as if a Sword Immortal had descended from the heavens, tearing through the moonlight.
It was as if the sword was challenging the heavens themselves!
This sword, in harmony with the heavens and earth, could be called the Sword Saint's Sword.
"Sword Nine..." Elder Jiao's lips trembled.
This was Huang Jian Jiu's most powerful sword technique, named Sword Nine.
It was a technique Huang Jian Jiu had obtained from the Strange Shrine of the Lu Xuan Sword Immortal. When he had first acquired it, he excitedly ran back to share the good news with Elder Jiao.
Huang Jian Jiu rarely kept secrets from Elder Jiao.
Everyone thought Huang Jian Jiu had fallen, but Elder Jiao understood that Huang Jian Jiu was nurturing his sword, cultivating a killing sword.
At this moment...
The killing sword was unsheathed.
Yet, Huang Jian Jiu only knew this one technique, Sword Nine.
The old man suddenly aged, his back hunched as he took two steps back, his legs trembling. He sat down on the wooden floor, sighing in despair.
"The children..."
"My children..."
...
...
A thunderous roar shook the heavens!
Huang Jian Jiu lifted his head, his sword intent sharp.
His black hair flew in the wind, his entire being standing tall like a sword, bathed in moonlight. He seemed like a Sword Immortal striding through the moon's glow.
The Heavens and Earth Chessboard spun above his head.
Suddenly, a phantom ink-black city appeared!
The city trembled violently.
Soon, the tightly closed city gates burst open!
An overwhelming pressure, akin to a mountain collapsing, descended from the sky, enveloping everything. The power and energy erupted, causing this realm to seem on the verge of collapse.
With a mighty force, the mountains shook and the earth cracked!
Throughout the Su Family Manor, all the Divine Essence and Great Masters felt as if the heavenly river's dam had broken, and its waters were about to flood down upon them.
Then, everyone saw an endless ink-black fog blooming in the sky, shrouding the night.
In the next moment, all the Su family members' eyes narrowed, their hairs standing on end, frozen in shock.
From the black vortex, a figure emerged, covered in wounds and scars, some of them gruesome.
Drop after drop of blood, like precious pearls, fell from his body.
It was scorching hot!
And with it came a terrifying aura that merged with the heavens and earth, overwhelming and awe-inspiring, like a mighty roar from the mountains and seas.
Martial Saint!
"It's the Family Head!"
One of the Su Family's Great Masters gasped.
Su Wenxi, the Su Family Head!
A Martial Saint!
At this moment, he appeared so battered, on the verge of death.
"Ox Demon!"
Su Wenxi was expelled from the Ink City, his furious roar echoing from his throat.
He clenched his fists, and the sound of thunder rumbled, his volcanic energy tearing through the sky, surrounding him.
The Ox Demon?
Who had injured Su Wenxi so badly?
Everyone was stunned.
But one person's face remained calm, as if he had anticipated the Ox Demon's intentions the moment the Ink City trembled.
A dazzling sword light soared into the sky, and in an instant, the land shrouded in ink-black fog was illuminated.
The sword light pierced the sky, and all sounds ceased. Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.
This was because the sword's speed was too fast!
Su Wenxi had just been expelled from the Ink City, his mind still reeling from the disorientation of traversing two realms. His scalp tingled.
Sword Intent!
An aura...
Terrifying, pure sword intent!
Without divine nature...
Only the sword!
The Sword Saint's Sword!
Su Wenxi looked down and saw nine sword lights rising, like a fleeting flower, swirling endlessly. The sword lights were like wind, water, fire, earth, star, moon, and sun.
Nine swords!
Sword Nine!
Absolute Kill!
Su Wenxi's hairs stood on end, finally sensing the bone-chilling, heart-piercing crisis of death.
Absolute Kill?
No!
Su Wenxi abruptly raised his head and saw a figure leaping out from the Ink City, a dazzling blade light enveloping the sky.
Li Che's eyes gleamed like lightning beneath the Ox Demon mask, his confidence unbridled.
As he burst out of the Ink City...
The three-tipped double-edged blade in his left hand was instantly stimulated by the Dragon Elephant Vajra Fruit's power.
In an instant, the blade's song echoed, its ringing sound exploding.
The Thousand Mountains Solo Journey Divine Saber!
His five fingers clenched, like a divine sword piercing through five voids, grasping the Golden Treasure Eight Trigram Thunder Dragon Staff.
He swept it down with ferocity!
The staff seemed to have grown three tips and two blades in that moment, trembling.
The blade light was dazzling, and from his left arm, a terrifying blade light burst forth, covering the sky.
The clear blade's song was like a thunderclap after the clouds, with a thunder dragon roaring, its voice echoing through the realm.
Slash!
At this moment, the blade light was equally dazzling!
Sword Nine rose from below!
The Thousand Mountains Solo Journey Saber descended from above!
Up and down...
Both were absolute kills!
Su Wenxi's eyes widened in fury, his arms flung open, yet his heart trembled with the taste of death spreading through his body, covering every inch of his flesh.
He couldn't escape...
He couldn't block it.
Su Wenxi roared, his fist clenched with murderous intent, as he charged towards the Ox Demon, who was descending from above. At that moment, he was determined to take the Ox Demon down with him, even if it meant his own demise.
"Let's end this together!" Su Wenxi's voice was filled with ferocity.
Huang Jianjiu's sword technique had reached the realm of a Sword Saint, and his sword move was about to unleash its full power. Even in his prime, facing such a move would be incredibly challenging and could result in severe injuries.
Su Wenxi, weakened by the Netherworld's torment, knew he couldn't withstand this attack.
Huang Jianjiu's sword struck, and Su Wenxi's fate was sealed.
Su Wenxi chose to exchange his life for the Ox Demon's. A fair trade, he thought.
A thunderous punch exploded, its terror and brilliance resembling a dark eagle spreading its wings in the sky.
Facing the overwhelming sword light, Su Wenxi countered with a punch, attempting to trade his life for a chance at survival.
In that instant, Li Che used his Thunder Chess Piece to teleport, disappearing from Su Wenxi's sight.
The clash between fist and sword light continued, but in the end...
Nine streaks of sword light pierced through Su Wenxi's body, unleashing a torrent of blood and the powerful essence of a Martial Saint. It was like a blazing fire in the sky, its blood resembling countless flames spreading across the land.
Li Che, with his Thunder Chess Piece in hand, appeared beside Huang Jianjiu.
He had teleported just in time to avoid Su Wenxi's desperate attack.
Li Che never took such risks. He had a family, a daughter, and a wife. He cherished his life.
Su Wenxi's body hung in the air, blood dripping and splattering below. He stood, fist clenched, eyes wide and round.
His punch shattered countless sword lights...
Turning back, he saw the towering Ox Demon standing beside Huang Jianjiu.
"Despicable..." Su Wenxi coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Huang Jianjiu's Sword Nine severed all his vitality, even piercing his soul and spirit.
His life...
Was over.
Su Wenxi swayed in the air, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. He had devoured countless women's talents to reach his current height and break into the Martial Saint realm, only to meet such an end.
Unwilling to accept his fate, Su Wenxi spat blood.
The Ox Demon, with his quick eyes and hands, seized a Heaven and Earth Jade from the corpse, as if plucking a wildflower from the roadside.
The ground shook as dust rose.
Hot blood corroded the earth, creating a large pit.
Huang Jianjiu held his sword diagonally, the white sword aura between his brows fading, leaving only a wisp of incense smoke.
Huang Jianjiu's body was engulfed by death and corpse energy, slowly consuming his vitality.
"I'm going to die," he whispered.
Standing amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, Huang Jianjiu took a swig of wine.
He glanced at the Ox Demon with a hint of sentiment, wanting to offer comfort.
But the Ox Demon ignored him, walking straight to Su Wenxi's Martial Saint corpse and collecting it with a flick of his fingers.
The Ox Demon glanced at Huang Jianjiu.
"Shall I help you collect it?"
Huang Jianjiu remained silent.
He shook his head, uninterested in the Ox Demon's offer.
Turning back, he glanced at the tightly shut courtyard behind him.
With a faint smile, he untied the wine gourd from his waist, filled with sword scars, and took a gulp.
The wine held no taste for him anymore.
Even a Demi-Corpse, it was still a corpse.
His sense of taste had long been severed.
Swaying, he crossed the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, heading towards the Su Family Manor.
None of the Su Family's Great Masters dared to stop him.
After all, the image of Huang Jianjiu slaying a Martial Saint with a single sword was too powerful to ignore.
Li Che glanced at Huang Jianjiu's swaying figure faded into the darkness, he shook his head.
With a light step, he disappeared into the night.
The Heavens and Earth Chessboard dissipated, and the cold moonlight bathed the Quantum Dao City.
Powerful divine senses swept through the city, followed by gasps of astonishment.
Huang Jianjiu, bathed in moonlight, drank and staggered down the wide main road of Quantum Dao City, his elongated shadow stretching across the ground.
He walked slowly, but in reality, he moved swiftly.
Harnessing the last wisp of sword aura, he arrived at the Drunken Goose Tower.
Ascending the stairs, he returned to the upper floor.
The boss lady lay on the table, drunk and snoring.
He tossed his sword to the ground and pulled up a chair to sit beside her.
Huang Jianjiu lifted his lips slightly tilting his head, his elbow resting on the table, and his palm gently curved, supporting his chin.
He extended his hand, placing it gently on the boss lady's head, which was wrapped in a tattered floral cloth.
The boss lady's body trembled in her drunken slumber.
Her eyes, red and moist, glistened like water.
The sword aura, like frost, slowly closed in.
The cold moonlight bathed them, making them appear as if they were both asleep.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
