The Transmigrator's Cultivation Arc 15: Heavenly Secret Realm | Chapter 294: Battle of Sword Intents

Arc 15: Heavenly Secret Realm | Chapter 294: Battle of Sword Intents

The three individuals spoke little, but once they stood firm, their imposing aura began to rise sharply.

They could hear the thunderous roars of the lightning dragon in midair, as boundless storms swept around them, as if wanting to devour everything.

Only one person seemed to be aloof, quietly standing aside, yet the aura of that person never dissipated—

If the first two were like fierce tigers, choosing their prey to devour, then the last person was like a lurking cheetah, ready to strike at any moment!

The pressure emanating from Yun Lie grew increasingly formidable. He looked at the three before him with a cold expression and slowly spoke: “Wind G.o.d Sword Master, Thunder Dragon Sword Master…” Then he turned to the always tender-looking man, “Pa.s.sionate Sword, Pa.s.sionate Sword Young Master.”

Xu Ziqing was not familiar with these names. However, he realized that his Shixiong’s memories were gradually recovering. At the very least… it was certainly related to the sword path. He had already sensed it; just when his Shixiong climbed this sword-shaped wood, the suppression of the demonic thoughts gradually lessened.

The more precious the sword path treasures, the more they could help his Shixiong recall—just as before when they ascended to this eighth layer and encountered the Sword Dao Fruit, his Shixiong had indeed called out the name of that fruit. Now, seeing these sword path experts, his Shixiong also remembered their names.

This was hardly surprising; since his Shixiong was wholeheartedly seeking the sword, he would definitely not overlook the prestigious sect of the Sword Immortals, the Wanjian Immortal Sect, nor would he forget those many masters who had stood at the pinnacle of the sword path for years.

“Boom—”

The lightning dragon took form, the storm surged wildly, and the ruthless killing sword intent transformed into a gigantic golden sword, fiercely charging forward!

No matter what thoughts turned in Xu Ziqing’s heart, the two opposing sides had already engaged in battle!

Three extraordinarily strong sword intents solidified, wildly entangling with one another.

The golden giant sword swept horizontally, aiming to sever the head of the lightning dragon, while the storm unseen firmly entwined the golden sword.

Two against one, with two fourth realm sword intents versus… the complete perfection of sword intent.

Thunder rumbled, the wind howled, and murderous intent soared to the heavens.

After a mad clash, the power that erupted stirred up rolling waves that spread in all directions.

Even the sword-shaped leaves surrounding five or six sword-path fruits were shredded by this wave!

The energy torrent unleashed by the battle of three, fourth realm sword pract.i.tioners was indeed extraordinary!

Xu Ziqing desperately protected himself; he knew that his Shixiong was already at a disadvantage, facing two and needing to be wary of the Pa.s.sionate Sword Young Master. He was an even greater weakness for his Shixiong; if he showed even the slightest abnormality, it would harm him. Thinking this way, he couldn’t help but let Rongjin tighten around him even more. Meanwhile, he grabbed a handful of seeds in both hands—although he couldn’t a.s.sist his Shixiong, blocking for a moment was enough for his Shixiong to react!

On the other side, both the Thunder Dragon Sword Master and the Wind G.o.d Sword Master had somewhat unsightly expressions.

The Thunder Dragon Sword Master took a deep breath and said, “Sword intent, fourth realm, complete perfection.”

The Wind G.o.d Sword Master couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy: “How can such a genius exist! And such a genius, is not among my Wanjian Immortal Sect!”

It was understandable why they were resentful. A mere junior not yet a hundred years old had achieved a deeper understanding of the sword path than these old seniors who had immersed themselves in the sword for thousands of years. He could even face two opponents without losing a step!

This was simply like being chosen by the heavens as the sword path’s child; in the history of Wanjian Immortal Sect spanning millions of years, there had hardly been a few such gifted prodigies!

Indeed, these two Sword Masters are both extremely formidable, but after their first strike, their sword intents have become somewhat lacking.

The reason Thunder Dragon Sword Master calls himself ‘Thunder Dragon’ is that when he stepped into the third realm of sword intent, his sword essence naturally condensed into a thunder serpent. As the thunder serpent continued to evolve, he entered the fourth realm of sword intent, transforming it into a thunderflood dragon. If he advances further, it will become a thunder dragon. At that time, he will have achieved perfection in his sword intent. Similarly, the sword intent controlled by Wind G.o.d Sword Master is an inherently formless and invisible storm. The deeper his cultivation, the wider the area his storm can sweep, and the more extraordinary its power becomes. When a reflection of the Wind G.o.d emerges within the storm, that will mark the completion of the Wind G.o.d Sword Master’s sword intent!

However, Yun Lie, the junior in their eyes, greatly exceeded their expectations.

They saw the golden sword break through the storm, charging straight at the thunderflood dragon, and then it carved out a sword light that seemed capable of splitting the heavens and earth, almost severing the thunderflood dragon.

The storm once again coiled around, and the thunderflood dragon countered with a vicious bite, yet the storm could not stop the golden sword. With a single twist, the golden sword dispersed the storm, and even as it was bitten by the thunderflood dragon and on the verge of collapse, it surged upwards, piercing through the dragon’s head, gravely wounding it!

At this moment, although the golden sword had shrunk by more than half, clearly exhausted, there was no doubt that it could still contend with the two sword intents, even slightly surpa.s.sing them!

Thunder Dragon Sword Master nearly ground his teeth: “Wind G.o.d, that junior’s sword intent is quite peculiar. It seems to be…”

Wind G.o.d Sword Master quickly calmed down as well, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes: “If we are not mistaken, that should be the Ruthless Killing Sword Intent!” He spoke viciously, “That brat, to have refined this sword intent to its peak, truly has some good fortune, some good fortune indeed!”

Both men, having experienced countless battles, understood at this moment. They had wholeheartedly pursued the sword path, serving as the Supreme Elders of the Wanjian Immortal Sect, a sect renowned for its swordsmanship. Over the millennia, they had seen countless disciples and sword paths, but there was only one sword path that was purely cold and unmoved by emotions—the Ruthless Killing Sword Path.

With their keen eyes, they could naturally discern that Yun Lie was practicing this sword path, and his sword intent had transformed into a gigantic golden sword. ‘Gold’ represented the essence of Metal in the Five Elements, and ‘sword’ was the purest form of sword intent.

For Yun Lie to achieve the ultimate form of sword intent by transforming it into a golden sword was exceedingly rare throughout history.

Moreover, the sword was inherently an instrument of killing, and all sword intents carried killing intent. Sword intent infused solely with murderous thoughts naturally had the ability to suppress many other sword intents.

Regardless of how unwilling the two felt, Yun Lie’s expression remained as cold as an ice glacier, entirely unmoved. His gaze turned colder, and as the sword intent between his brows erupted, the golden sword that had shrunk considerably suddenly rose again, becoming even larger than before!

‘Slash!’ As the word fell, the giant sword abruptly descended, and as its blade moved, a sharp sound of it tearing through the air echoed.

The surrounding s.p.a.ce seemed to be slashed apart, and even time itself seemed to stall for an instant—

Thunder Dragon Sword Master shouted: “Flood Dragon, rise!”

In an instant, the thunderflood dragon was reborn, its body swelling to hundreds of meters. Its severed claw and head regrew, and it rushed forward with a fierce sway of its head and tail.

At the same time, Wind G.o.d Sword Master pointed his fingers, and several tornadoes rose from the ground. They moved as swiftly as lightning and took the form of wooden drills, spinning like tops as they charged forward at breakneck speed.

In the blink of an eye, they had already shot out!

Both Sword Masters had unleashed their strongest sword intents at once, intent on making Yun Lie fall. After all, they were veteran sword masters who had cultivated the sword path for many years, and their experience far surpa.s.sed that of Yun Lie, who had cultivated for less than a century. In a duel between experts, the slightest difference could result in a ma.s.sive disparity.

What did it matter if there was only a small gap in their sword path realms? If the boy made even the smallest mistake, they could exploit it and crush him beneath their feet!

But would Yun Lie panic? Would there be a flaw in his state of mind?

Neither Sword Master knew the answer, nor did Xu Ziqing, who dared not make a sound at this moment.

Yun Lie remained motionless, and then he drew his fingers downward.

The giant golden sword immediately underwent a transformation!

In an instant, the sword split into two, then four, and within a breath, it had transformed into a full sixteen golden swords.

Each of these golden swords was dozens of meters long, several meters wide, and incomparably sharp.

The moment the thunder flood dragon and tornado storm appeared, the swords scattered simultaneously, engaging in fierce combat with those manifested sword intents.

Countless sharp sword intents spread to the rear, and even Xu Ziqing, who was tightly protected by Rongjin, felt as though the sharp edges of the swords brushed past the top of his head—

It was as if his life was hanging by a thread, teetering on the edge of death, and he could almost feel the cold chill of near death.

At that moment, a faint whimper echoed in Xu Ziqing’s sea of consciousness, coming from Rongjin. “Mother… mother, it hurts…”

Xu Ziqing’s breath caught, and a surge of pity welled up in his heart.

No matter how formidable the bloodthirsty demon vines were, they were still not fully matured, and the violent collision of sword intents from the three combatants had frightened Rongjin greatly after several exchanges.

Xu Ziqing felt deeply guilty. If he weren’t so weak and had helped Rongjin advance earlier, it wouldn’t be suffering like this now. But in such a critical moment, if he withdrew Rongjin, he likely wouldn’t survive even one round, and his life would be in grave danger. At that point, since Rongjin was his life-bound wood spirit, their fates were intertwined—if he fell, so would Rongjin.

Steeling himself, Xu Ziqing softened his thoughts, sending out waves of comfort. “Rongjin, be good. If it hurts, cling to me tightly. I’m not afraid.”

Rongjin let out a soft sob, filled with grievance. It was still mostly driven by instinct, with even less intelligence than a toddler. When it felt pain, it naturally wanted to seek comfort.

Xu Ziqing’s heart ached even more. Rongjin had been with him for many years, and whenever it was released, it always slaughtered its enemies without issue. When had it ever suffered like this? Gritting his teeth, Xu Ziqing ruthlessly squeezed out the last remnants of spiritual energy in his bloodline, completely draining it and sending it all to Rongjin. He also channeled the essence of Yimu, fused with his own flesh and blood, and gave that to Rongjin as well. As soon as he finished, excruciating pain shot through his body, and he collapsed, weak and limp. His face immediately turned deathly pale, a clear sign of serious damage to his vitality.

Rongjin, having absorbed the essence of Yimu—an extremely life-giving force—became more vibrant. Some of its broken tendrils rapidly regrew, and even the withered vines were nourished and revitalized. It sent a concerned thought to Xu Ziqing, fragmented but worried: “Mother, are you… alright?”

Xu Ziqing weakly sent back a faint thought in reply, “I’m fine, just a little tired. Rongjin, I entrust our safety, and that of my Shixiong, to you.”

Rongjin seemed to understand something and hurriedly sent back a message: “Rong… jin understands. Mother, don’t… strain yourself.”

Xu Ziqing managed a faint smile, his breathing growing shallower.

Meanwhile, Yun Lie was still locked in a fierce battle with the two Sword Masters. Although his realm was higher, the two were working in perfect harmony, their experience extensive. For the moment, Yun Lie could suppress them, but he could not decisively defeat them.

However, the energy generated by their clash had already reduced all the sword-shaped leaves protecting the sword fruits on this eighth branch to powder, leaving behind only the sword fruits, which exuded a powerful allure while displaying profound sword trajectories.

At that moment, the Pa.s.sionate Sword Young Master made his move.

Translator: Lynn

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