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Chapter 326: Sword Intent Perfection, Duel with Bian Ruxue (Part 2)
Chapter 326: Sword Intent Perfection, Duel with Bian Ruxue (Part 2)
Various thoughts converged in Li Hao's mind, bringing to mind the graceful figure of Lin Qingying practicing her sword techniques these past days.
That elegant silhouette danced and twirled in his mind.
Li Hao's thoughts, however, became completely serene, his gaze focused and serious.
The minor flaws he had observed during the 1st Rank sword practice sessions now merged with his Heart Immersion, flowing through his pen.
He ground the ink, picked up the brush, and as the ink touched the paper, a breathtakingly beautiful woman appeared, dancing gracefully.
Her sword movements were divine, her eyes like clear lakes, her entire being exuding the Utmost Softness of the Sword Dao.
Under Li Hao's brush, her Sword Intent became even purer, softer, like a clear stream or gentle rain.
The Sword Intent was like cotton, the Sword Edge like a thread, her posture like rippling waves, her attacks were formless, impossible to predict, and unfathomable!
As the first painting was completed, Li Hao used his power to suspend the painting paper in the air. Then he created the second and third paintings in succession.
Three paintings were completed, each stroke executed with precision, taking a total of three hours.
With the completion of the three paintings, Li Hao's Painting Experience increased by seventy thousand, bringing him closer to the one million experience threshold.
Emerging from his deep focus, Li Hao looked at the woman still sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, meditating on the sword. He floated the three paintings to her and said:
"These are the three paintings for you. You can take a look."
With that, he stood up, put away the painting board and ink, and returned to his own courtyard.
Lin Qingying opened her eyes and gazed at the three floating paintings before her. Her eyes fell on the first painting, and when she saw the woman dancing gracefully on the white paper, she felt a shock in her heart.
As she focused on the painting, the woman seemed to step out of the canvas and dance before her, her sword movements perfect, each stroke and dance carrying a light and Utmost Softness.
She suddenly recalled that she had practiced like this before, but that was half a month ago.
And at that time, her posture seemed to be less perfect than the one in the painting.
Lin Qingying was stunned, her thoughts drawn to the Sword Intent in the painting, immersing herself in it.
When the sword techniques in the painting were completed, Lin Qingying suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment. She realized where her flaws lay.
She was somewhat amazed that the other party could actually see her Sword Intent flaws and depict them in a painting!
And there were three paintings?
Lin Qingying's eyes flickered, and she suppressed the urge to cultivate immediately, instead continuing to the second painting.
In the second painting, the graceful sword practice stance was from a week ago.
Lin Qingying gazed intently, and after a long while, she understood and absorbed the insights. Her expression became complex, and this second painting also helped to complete her Sword Intent.
Her gaze fell on the third painting, which, in addition to her, featured a blurry figure. Lin Qingying immediately recognized it as the scene of her battle with the Dragon Slayer Holy Son.
The battle seemed to replay before her eyes.
But this time, the woman in the painting struck with extreme decisiveness, and when the opponent's Heavenly Dharma Image erupted, she delivered a silent, seamless strike that shattered the Dharma Image and defeated his true form!
Utmost Softness!
What is Utmost Softness? Soft like water, like air, soft to the point of being everywhere!
The Sword Intent was continuous, dispersing into all things and coalescing from all things!
Lin Qingying's eyes showed a moment of confusion, and for an instant, her blood seemed to boil with an uncontrollable excitement.
This was the perfect Supreme Soft Sword Intent, the perfect Sword Intent!
She quickly turned to look for Li Hao but saw that he was no longer in his usual spot.
Lin Qingying felt a sudden, indescribable sensation, as if time had passed, ungraspable.
This feeling made her momentarily lose her focus, but soon she spread her Divine Sense, detecting that Li Hao was sitting by the sculpture in his courtyard, as usual.
Lin Qingying's taut heartstrings relaxed subtly.
She gazed deeply, and at that moment, she had a vague sense that this Clear Wind she had taken in was far from ordinary.
Lin Qingying's thoughts returned, and she carefully put away the three paintings, rolling them up and storing them in the Heavenly Earth Space.
Two of the three paintings depicted her daily sword practice. Lin Qingying bit her lip slightly, her eyes flickering, but quickly focused her thoughts back on her sword.
The perfect Sword Intent flashed in her mind, and she began to dance with her sword once again.
As a Holy Maiden-level prodigy, her Sword Dao talent was extremely high. With the guidance she received, she quickly assimilated the teachings.
Moreover, guidance in the Art Dao was easier to grasp than instruction from a master, akin to being taught step by step.
In the courtyard, the Sword Intent rose and fell like the wind.
Weeds swayed, leaves danced, and perhaps what rose with the wind was not just the sword...
...
The final battles for the top 16 were about to begin.
The arena was packed, with Outer Sect disciples arriving early and the thousands of Inner Gate prodigies quietly seated below. They had all finished their own battles and secured their final rankings, and many had gained a lot from the competition.
Now, the strongest sixteen prodigies within the Sword Ancestor Sanctuary were about to clash, promising a grand and luxurious display of Sword Art.
Li Hao followed Lin Shanhai and the other Alchemists to the floating seats. The atmosphere was already intensely heated even before the top 16 battles began.
Li Hao looked at Lin Qingying, who stood quietly on the Holy Platform, her eyes as calm as still water. He knew that she had absorbed the painting he had given her.
"Today will be a tough battle. I hope Qing Ying's fate isn't too harsh, and she doesn't face those difficult opponents right away", Shi Huajin said with a worried expression.
Due to Lin Shanhai's influence, they all hoped Lin Qingying would win.
However, Hao Yue Holy Son was a formidable opponent, and to claim first place, one had to overcome this mountain.
The other rankings were more attainable but would be fiercely contested.
"Entering the top ten will earn you the Incense of a Hundred Cities, and the first place will receive the Incense of the Nation!"
Lin Shanhai's eyes showed concern. Incense was crucial for Ascension, and the competition would be fierce.
Moreover, the Incense was not just a one-time reward; the recipient would also receive a sixty-year tribute from the awarded region!
On the Holy Platform, several Holy Sons and Holy Maidens stood quietly, each with exceptional beauty and unique auras. Though they seemed to gather together, each one appeared to stand alone.
Dragon Slayer Holy Son looked at Lin Qingying, his eyes filled with battle spirit. After his previous defeat, he hoped to face her again today and have a proper match.
Soon, with the arrival of the Sword Saint, the chaotic law swept through, shuffling everyone's tokens and randomly pairing opponents.
"Hm?"
Qiu Wuheng saw his opponent was Hao Yue Holy Son and couldn't help but frown slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
Others also noticed Qiu Wuheng's unfortunate draw, having to face Hao Yue Holy Son.
This made many secretly breathe a sigh of relief. While they didn't think they would definitely lose to Hao Yue Holy Son, they preferred to avoid him until the final match, where they could fight to their heart's content.
At the same time, Dragon Slayer Holy Son saw his opponent was not Lin Qingying but another Purple Sun Holy Son, which left him somewhat disappointed.
Lin Qingying also looked up and saw her opponent was a direct disciple of the Sword Saint.
Her eyes flickered, and she turned to look. At the same moment, another woman in white glanced at her. Their beautiful eyes met briefly before they both looked away.
"Disciple, Hao Yue Holy Son's Sun and Moon Sword Technique is quite effective against you. Be cautious and reserve your power for later battles", Qiu Wuheng heard his Master's voice in his mind.
Qiu Wuheng remained silent, not responding. Retreat? He wanted to try.
Perhaps in the extreme adversity, he could uncover the shortcomings in his Sword Intent and enter the Dao more quickly.
Soon, the first battle began.
Today, the arena was a single battlefield, not three simultaneous ones, focusing everyone's attention on one spot.
The first match was between Hao Yue Holy Son and Qiu Wuheng.
Li Hao felt a pang of regret for his fishing companion, who had drawn Hao Yue Holy Son.
Yesterday, he had seen Hao Yue Holy Son's Sword Art, which was indeed much stronger than what the other Holy Sons had shown. It was already at the Perfection stage and carried an extremely powerful Sword Intent!
Of course, unless the others were holding back, Hao Yue Holy Son was currently the strongest in terms of Sword Intent.
On the field, Hao Yue Holy Son and Qiu Wuheng descended.
"Thousand Threads Sword, before the Sun and Moon, is nothing more than a light drizzle. Your sword is restrained by mine; it is no match, so concede."
Hao Yue Holy Son stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed, as if stating a simple fact without any arrogance.
Qiu Wuheng's expression didn't waver much, and he replied calmly:
"A drop of water can wear through a stone, and a light drizzle can obscure the Sun and Moon. A spring curtain can hide all things; how can we know who is stronger without a trial?"
"Do you wish to hone your Sword Intent with mine? I fear you won't have that chance."
A cold glint appeared in Hao Yue Holy Son's eyes as he immediately grasped his opponent's intentions. He wanted to use him as a whetstone, but how could that be possible?
As the array coalesced, it signaled the beginning of the battle.
On the Holy Platform, Lin Qingying and many other Holy Sons watched intently.
On the battle stage, Qiu Wuheng didn't rely solely on Sword Dao as he had before. Instead, he immediately unleashed his Ultimate Realm Power.
His body emitted a golden glow, and the Divine Power Ultimate Realm greatly enhanced his Physical Body Power, increasing both his resistance and healing abilities.
The Heaven-Earth Meridian extended like a vortex, gathering power from all directions and quickly pushing his state to its peak.
His Soul Spirit remained hidden within his body, achieving Unity, allowing him to perceive even the slightest attacks.
This extremely difficult Ultimate Realm, even for a Holy Son with boundless resources and supreme talent, had long been attained.
"Finally, he has forced out his Ultimate Realm."
In the stands, Luo Cheng, who had been defeated by Qiu Wuheng the previous day, smiled wryly, his eyes becoming serious as he wanted to see how his opponent's ultimate power would manifest.
On the other side, one of the six Semi-Saints, an elderly man, sighed inwardly, knowing his disciple was taking this seriously.
He chuckled bitterly, understanding his disciple's temperament. Though he seemed calm on the surface, he was actually quite stubborn.
Hao Yue Holy Son felt the power of his opponent's Ultimate Realm but remained calm, his body gradually emitting a golden light as he activated the Divine Power Ultimate Realm.
Whoosh!
Qiu Wuheng made the first move, his body suddenly disappearing in a flash of Netherwast Teleportation.
Previously, when facing Luo Cheng, he hadn't used this technique, relying solely on his Sword Intent to capture and defeat him. Now, he unleashed Return to the Abyss, taking the initiative.
Hao Yue Holy Son's eyes shifted, the golden edges in his pupils allowing him to see some traces. The Sword Light in his hand suddenly lashed out, and Qiu Wuheng, emerging from the Netherwast Teleportation, seemed to move toward it on his own.
However, Qiu Wuheng's body abruptly retreated. This sudden attack was not a real assault but a probe.
"Sun and Moon Divine Eyes can see through Return to the Abyss!"
Qiu Wuheng's eyes narrowed. His opponent's innate unusual eyes, as rumored, could indeed perceive the movements of Return to the Abyss!
Legend had it that these were divine eyes, formed by a Sage refining the Great Dao to its utmost, containing the ultimate principles of the Saint Path. With such divine eyes, his opponent could see through Return to the Abyss, which made sense.
Since Return to the Abyss was useless, Qiu Wuheng didn't plan to use it for offense. He drew his sword from his waist, its blade covered in rust. But now, the rust fell away.
This rust was not rust, but blood rust!
It was dried blood that had stained the blade. As the blood rust fell, a brilliant Sword Light, like the shimmering surface of autumn water, appeared.
"Sword Passes, No Trace!"
Qiu Wuheng suddenly struck, using one of his secret techniques!
His sword seemed to transform into an autumn breeze, and as he swung it, the Sword Qi vanished, leaving only a split in the void.
"Where the Sun and Moon shine, there is always a trace. Your sword is a minor path!"
Hao Yue Holy Son floated in the air, his eyes cold, looking down at Qiu Wuheng. The moment Qiu Wuheng swung his sword, Hao Yue Holy Son's Dao Domain extended, with forty-nine layers of Dao Domain stacking up. Inside, the Yin and Yang of the Sun and Moon seemed to rotate, and the traceless Sword Qi appeared within his Dao Domain, frozen in place!
"Forty-nine layers of Dao Domain!!"
"Good heavens, did I see that wrong?"
The Outer Sect Disciples in the stands were stunned and seethed with excitement.
On the Holy Platform, the many Holy Sons also watched with narrowed eyes.
In the crowd, Jiang Yingyue, who had already lost and failed to make it to the Top 16, glanced toward a floating seat. Seeing the young man sitting calmly, her eyes flickered.
Without knowing his age, there was no way to compare the number of Dao Domains he had condensed.
Within the Holy Land, some Dao Law Realms that had lived for thousands of years had reportedly condensed dozens, even nearly a hundred Dao Law Realms. These were once Holy Sons, but after failing to ascend, they could only develop horizontally, delving deeper into Dao Domains.
Holy Sons who had cultivated for thousands of years were extremely formidable.
Boom!
Under the suppression of the Dao Domain, the stealthy Sword Qi not only revealed itself but was also shattered.
Holy Son Hao Yue remained unperturbed, then drew his sword and suddenly slashed, splitting the moon!
The Sword Light, like a crescent moon, was silvery and brilliant—precisely the Sword Art he used yesterday to defeat another Holy Son.
Qiu Wuheng's expression grew serious as he tried to dodge, but he realized the Sword Light had locked onto him.
Return to the Abyss!
He quickly teleported away, but the Sword Light followed, not hindered by Return to the Abyss.
Qiu Wuheng immediately understood that the Sword Light moved according to Hao Yue's will, and with the Sun and Moon Divine Eyes, Hao Yue could see his every move. As long as he couldn't escape the divine eyes, he couldn't escape the Sword Qi!
No wonder Hao Yue defeated a Holy Son with a single strike yesterday!
This was a guaranteed hit!
Since he couldn't dodge, he would have to break it!
Qiu Wuheng's eyes flared with battle intent, and he suddenly swung his sword. Sword Intent, like silk, layered upon itself, forming a vast net as if to imprison the entire space.
With a loud bang, the crescent moon sliced through, seemingly indestructible, and his Sword Net was instantly torn apart.
However, the layers of Sword Intent gradually slowed down the Sword Qi, but in the next moment, the Sword Qi vanished.
Qiu Wuheng's pupils contracted, and he quickly moved, but a tearing force still struck his chest, sending him flying backward.
Blood splattered, and Qiu Wuheng felt his chest bones shattered. He quickly activated his Enduring Power, rapidly healing himself.
Fortunately, he was in the Divine Power State, with astonishing self-healing abilities, or that strike might have cost him half his life!
Hao Yue had used Netherwast Teleportation on the Sword Qi.
Qiu Wuheng raised his head, his gaze icy. He knew this technique, but with Hao Yue's Sun and Moon Divine Eyes, it was as if his Netherwasteland Extreme Realm had been nullified. While he could barely grasp the Netherwasteland Extreme Realm, if Hao Yue's movements were too fast, he would still be hit.
Moreover, his Sword Intent had been severed, losing his ability to track the traces of Return to the Abyss.
The audience was momentarily silent.
Yesterday, Hao Yue Holy Son had defeated another Holy Son with a single strike, and today, he had inflicted a severe injury on Wuheng Holy Son with another single strike.
Everyone could see that if Hao Yue were to press his attack, Qiu Wuheng would be in grave danger.
"Minor paths are just that, how can they vie with the sun and moon?"
Hao Yue's eyes were cold, as if stating a fact. As he spoke, his own Sword Intent reached perfection.
By continuously crushing minor paths, he was also building his invincible Great Dao heart, perfecting his own Great Dao.
Qiu Wuheng leaned on his sword, standing up. His eyes sharpened, and his sword erupted with a brilliant light.
"Shadowless Sword!"
Suddenly, he struck again. This time, the sword had already moved the moment he raised his hand.
Swish!
The Sword Light traversed the void and appeared before Hao Yue Holy Son, piercing through his forty-nine layers of Dao Domain!
Everyone's eyes were still focused on Qiu Wuheng's sword, but his Sword Qi had already been released.
Puff!
Hao Yue Holy Son slightly turned his head, and a slight scratch appeared on his cheek, but the wound healed before any blood could flow.
His eyes turned cold; this strike had actually injured him.
"Bright Moon!"
He slowly raised his hand, and the Sword Light in his grasp condensed into a Bright Moon, as if he were holding a full moon in his hand.
Then, countless Sword Qi shot out in all directions.
Each Sword Qi emitted an incredibly terrifying power, no less formidable than the crescent moon he had previously slashed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Sword Light flashed in the void, and Qiu Wuheng's Thousand Threads Sword became shattered and riddled with holes.
His Dao Domain extended, layer upon layer, thirty-seven layers in total. The sheer number of Dao Domains left the spectators in awe. Just his Dao Domain alone was enough to suppress over ninety percent of the Inner Disciples.
However, compared to Holy Son Hao Yue’s forty-nine layers of Dao Domain, it still fell short.
Sword light pierced through, converging in a straight line, tearing through Qiu Wuheng’s Dao Domain in an instant.
Several successive sword lights struck him, sending him flying and severing his arm.
A vast power suddenly enveloped Qiu Wuheng, blocking the remaining hundred sword lights.
Holy Son Hao Yue frowned slightly, raising his head to look at the elder among the six.
"You have already won this battle."
The elder said calmly. Immediately, Qiu Wuheng’s body vanished from the battle platform, along with the sword in his severed hand, reappearing before the elder.
The elder raised his hand, and a wave of law power enveloped Qiu Wuheng, quickly healing his wounds.
Holy Son Hao Yue’s expression remained indifferent. He retracted his Dao Domain, the golden light on his body dissipating and retracting.
Killing Qiu Wuheng would not be beneficial to his reputation, and it would also be a significant loss for the Holy Land. He was not angry about it.
Qiu Wuheng stood up, his expression somewhat grim. He knew he had lost, and lost thoroughly.
His sword aimed for a traceless, fine rain-like effect, but in front of Hao Yue’s Sun and Moon Divine Eyes, it was completely exposed. His Netherwasteland Extreme Realm was also rendered useless. The gap in their strength was indeed too great.
"Thank you, Master."
Qiu Wuheng bowed to the elder and then turned to leave.
The elder sighed inwardly. Without trying, one would never know the gap. He hoped that after this battle, it would not be a blow to Qiu Wuheng, but an inspiration.
As the first battle concluded, the silent disciples below erupted into cheers, with countless calls of "Holy Son Hao Yue" echoing through the air.
In this world, the strong were revered. Hao Yue’s strength had ignited the fervor of countless Outer Sect Disciples. He was simply too powerful, standing out among the Holy Sons with a clear gap. One sword had severely injured a Holy Son, and another nearly killed him. It was truly terrifying.
The other Holy Sons and Holy Maidens grew even more solemn, feeling a sense of a mountain approaching as Hao Yue returned.
Lin Qingying’s eyes flickered, sensing a hint of pressure. Her Supreme Soft Sword Intent had reached perfection, the peak of her cultivation. The next step was to Enter the Dao.
She wondered if her current sword techniques could match his.
On the other side, Bian Ruxue was also observing Hao Yue. His sword intent was vast and majestic, illuminated by the sun and moon, and he was born with divine eyes. In their generation, he was unmatched.
Sword Saint Master had reminded her yesterday that Hao Yue had been cultivating longer than she had and was not an opponent she could currently face. Her goal in this competition was to secure a place in the top five!
After all, compared to these Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, she was too young, and her foundation was still somewhat lacking.
"His sword is probably close to what Master of the Wayless described as the Ultimate Sword Technique, but that is not the true Ultimate Sword Technique..."
Bian Ruxue glanced at Hao Yue, then looked away. She had seen the Ultimate Sword Technique, a technique at the Entering the Dao level, casually wielded by Sword Saint Master.
That one sword was something she would never forget, solidifying her Dao Heart and confirming that her path of pursuing the Sword Dao was not wrong. If she could master that sword technique, it would be worth everything!
"With Brother Hao’s talent, if he focuses on sword cultivation, he might approach that level in a hundred years..."
Bian Ruxue’s mind flashed with the image of that mortal figure, but thinking of his smiling face as he leaned over the chessboard brought a touch of regret.
At that moment, the elder’s voice called out, announcing her name.
Bian Ruxue snapped back to reality, realizing that the second battle was her turn.
Her opponent was Lin Qingying.
The two women exchanged a glance, then descended to the battle platform without a word.
Seeing the two Holy Maidens clash, the atmosphere in the audience became heated once again. The male disciples' eyes sparkled; even disregarding their sword arts, the two Holy Maidens' grace alone was a feast for the eyes.
However, the Inner Gate prodigies paid more attention to the sword art competition, dismissing their appearances as trivial.
"It's Holy Daughter Xue'er. I heard she's the youngest among the Holy Maidens, only 27 years old?"
"Tsk, tsk, a Dao Law Realm at 27, that's terrifying!"
"That's not much of a surprise. Her master is the Sword Saint, and she has a top-tier Alchemist serving her. With the Sword Saint guiding her cultivation and the Sage imparting teachings, do you understand?"
"This battle might be dangerous for Qing Ying Holy Maiden."
"Are you kidding? Qing Ying Holy Maiden's cultivation age is twice that of Xue'er. There's no way she can lose."
"Qing Ying Holy Maiden's master made a mistake and was imprisoned in the Sword Prison. She has been cultivating on her own ever since. Being older than Holy Daughter Xue'er doesn't mean much when the Sword Saint is personally guiding her."
"Don't underestimate her just because she's young. Holy Daughter Xue'er was born with a Sword Body and has exceptional talent. She's not much worse than the other Holy Maidens."
The disciples below the stage were buzzing with discussion, all having some knowledge of the youngest Holy Maiden in the Holy Land.
On the battle platform, the array slowly condensed.
Lin Qingying's expression was indifferent. Her master's imprisonment was a deep scar in her heart, but in this battle, she wouldn't let these thoughts affect her.
Bian Ruxue's expression also grew serious. This was her first battle against a Saint-level disciple, and it was also her first real test.
She had watched Lin Qingying's previous battles. The Supreme Soft Sword Intent was similar to her Ice and Snow, but her Sword Intent was even more formidable.
The two were not familiar with each other, so they didn't exchange many words.
As the battle began, neither of them was careless. They both unleashed their Ultimate Realm, Divine Power, and Heaven-Earth Meridians!
Soon, their entire bodies reached their peak state.
Lin Qingying's eyes were calm like a lake, while Bian Ruxue's eyes seemed to be filled with falling snow, gradually becoming more intense.
Whoosh!
Bian Ruxue suddenly swung her sword, and in an instant, the battlefield seemed to freeze, with Heaven and Earth turning to ice.
From the perspective of Sword Intent, her Sword Dao was a counter to Lin Qingying's. Lin Qingying's sword was as soft as water, but Bian Ruxue could freeze it!
To break the ice, only a Sword Dao of Utmost Hardness, Utmost Yang, and Brilliance would do. For Lin Qingying's Utmost Softness Sword Dao, which could gather and disperse at will, it was extremely vulnerable to her influence.
This was a battle she believed she must win!
As the ice spread, even through the array, the disciples outside felt a chill, and the temperature around them dropped.
Lin Qingying's expression grew serious. She knew the difficulty of this battle. If it were earlier, she might not have had much confidence, but at this moment, with her Sword Intent reaching Perfection, she understood the essence of Utmost Softness.
The Frost Qi that her opponent condensed was also the trajectory of her Sword Intent!
Swoosh!
A green light-like Sword Intent suddenly slashed out, tearing a gap in the ice. The power, soft as water, now tore through the ice, flying straight toward Bian Ruxue.
Bian Ruxue was taken aback, her pupils slightly contracting. She suddenly swung her sword, and her Dao Domain extended, freezing everything around her.
The incoming Sword Intent was blocked by her Dao Domain, which had twenty-two layers!
And within her Dao Domain, it was filled with Sword Qi, clearly the result of various secret sword techniques condensed into a Sword Domain!
At this moment, the overlapping Sword Domains caused a snowfall to rise around her, howling as it shattered the incoming Sword Intent and surged toward Lin Qingying.
But at this moment, Lin Qingying took a step back to the Abyss, appearing behind Bian Ruxue. The green light in her hand slashed out, and the mist from Bian Ruxue's breath, like a guiding thread, transformed into Sword Qi, enveloping and strangling her body!
(End of Chapter)
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