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The Sword Saint, Gu Jing Wubo, gazed calmly at the four individuals standing atop the cottage, his expression serene.
The Sword Saint, originally named Sword Saint, was the leader of the Azure Cloud Palace, the foremost among the Five Major Sects. He was not one for many words, often appearing like a dragon whose tail could be seen but not its head. Many years ago, he had been renowned; during his time at the Dao Fruit Stage, he single-handedly killed the Evil Path Saint, who was already a master at the Great Ascension stage. Later, he annihilated three of the Nine Nether Elders. The leader of the Nine Nether Elders managed to escape with his life thanks to a Supreme Dao Artifact, returning to the Nine Nether realm. However, he was relentlessly pursued by the Sword Saint and ultimately forced to take his own life in front of thousands.
The Nine Nether Elders were once an existence that no one dared provoke below the Tribulation Period. Even the notoriously hot-tempered Datong Zen Master had returned empty-handed after several attempts to confront them.
In the cultivation world, there was a saying: "Better to kill the Sword Saint than to provoke Datong." On the surface, it seemed to imply that Datong was more formidable, but everyone knew that the Sword Saint was truly the most difficult opponent. He pursued his enemies without rest but never harmed their families or kin, while Datong was known for his indiscriminate killing.
It was rumored that someone had witnessed a battle between the Sword Saint and Datong; after seeing just one strike from the Sword Saint, they turned and left, unable to discern who had won that confrontation.
The sword is considered the ancestor of all weapons—both the simplest and most difficult to master. It is unparalleled in offense and embodies life through death.
Throughout history, those who have entered the Dao with a sword have always been prominent figures. The Sword Saint had immersed himself in swordsmanship for a century and had perfected his techniques to an extraordinary level, achieving a Dao Fruit in swordsmanship.
The Dao Fruit represents a transcendence for cultivators; it is born when an infant spirit matures and gains consciousness. The Dao Fruit possesses its own independent growth system and does not draw any cultivation or nourishment from its host. However, it is influenced by its host and can evolve into something akin to its bloodline and enlightenment abilities. No one can forcibly take it from its owner; otherwise, it would be useless.
Yet, those who possess a Dao Fruit are exceedingly rare—on average, only one in ten thousand cultivators will have one.
The Sword Saint's Dao Fruit caused quite a stir back in the day. Many older figures coveted it; acquiring his Dao Fruit would not only elevate one's swordsmanship but also significantly increase one's chances of attaining enlightenment akin to that of a genius.
The reason he was called the Sword Saint was that his mastery of swordsmanship reached an unparalleled level—one that had never been seen before nor would be seen again. It was said that if he were also a master at the Tribulation Period level, even the Sword Elder from Eastern Wasteland would not necessarily be his match.
At this moment, as he looked at the four individuals standing on top of the cottage who sought to seize the coveted Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King, he uttered just one sentence.
"Give it or die."
"The Sword Saint is truly impressive, isn't he? A renowned elder, without any reason, directly trying to kill a junior and shamelessly robbing someone. Do you even have any shame left?" Zhao Yang shouted angrily.
"The Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King is not suitable to follow you; you can't protect it," the Sword Saint said, his face devoid of any expression, even his tone lacking emotion.
"Haha, what a joke! As if the Ginseng King following you is any better. Whether I can protect it or not is my business; even if I braise it, I won't give it to you!" Zhao Yang was still shaken by the earlier terrifying scene. He had many means to save his life and wasn't afraid of the Sword Saint, but Liu Rou was beside him. If he hadn't pulled Liu Rou away in time, she would have been dead! Thus, he loathed the hypocritical Sword Saint to the core.
"Youth, being ambitious is good, but being unaware of the situation is tantamount to courting death. Your ignorance will only lead to your quicker demise," the Sword Saint threatened.
"The head of the Five Sects actually shamelessly resorts to robbery for a junior's treasure. This truly opens our eyes as small sects," Ji Wudao mocked as well. He was deeply worried; although his cultivation had been forcibly raised to the early stage of Transcend Tribulation by the Dragon Pearl's divine power, he lacked the corresponding Cultivation Method for the Tribulation Period. Moreover, his realm was unstable and could fall at any moment. The Sword Saint had been famous for many years and was already a peak expert in the Great Ascension stage, likely on the verge of entering the Tribulation Period. Ji Wudao had no confidence in defeating him.
The Sword Saint glanced at Ji Wudao and without saying a word, bent his index finger. A divine rainbow shot straight at Ji Wudao.
"Rouer, take the Grand Elder and hide," Zhao Yang instructed Liu Rou to leave with the Grand Elder while he faced off against the Sword Saint alongside Ji Wudao.
Ji Wudao did not dodge; he met the attack head-on with an open palm. With a thunderous sound, he was struck into the mountain's belly. Amidst the rumbling noise, Ji Wudao emerged unscathed, but Zhao Yang noticed that Ji Wudao's right palm had actually cracked open, blood oozing out!
Ji Wudao had intended to confront the Sword Saint's swordsmanship directly to test his depth but unexpectedly got injured despite his full defense!
"We cannot match him in strength; his sword attacks have reached a state of transformation, using offense as defense. We are most likely outmatched," Ji Wudao analyzed after risking himself in battle.
Zhao Yang nodded; after all, Ji Wudao was a sect leader, and his analysis aligned with Zhao Yang's thoughts. However, Ji Wudao had forgotten that he possessed Sun Wukong's Seventy-Third Transformation. During their great escape years ago, they had killed every isolated Nascent Soul Expert they encountered.
Transform into Sheep Technique is a divine art that disregards levels, derived from Wukong's understanding of the Earthly Transformation of Seventy-Two Changes. Once afflicted by this Super Divine Technique, even the most extraordinary individual will be transformed into a defenseless Little Sheep, easily slaughtered.
Ji Wudao was taken aback upon hearing Zhao Yang's transmission. Back in the day, Zhao Yang's Transform into Sheep Technique had saved them multiple times in dire situations, effortlessly defeating experts at the Nascent Soul Stage. But now, they were facing the legendary Sword Saint, the pinnacle of the Five Sects, a master of the sword. Would the Transform into Sheep Technique still be effective?
"It seems you are eager for a fight with me. Very well, I shall send you on your way," the Sword Saint said, his patience wearing thin. He had initially hesitated to act for fear of harming the recently awakened Ginseng Baby, hoping that Zhao Yang would surrender willingly. However, seeing the battle intent in both men, he understood that despite knowing the middle-aged man was at the Tribulation Period and possessed higher cultivation than himself, his own stability was precarious. During their standoff, he had already fallen to the Nascent Soul Stage three times; defeating an expert at that level would take him just one strike.
With battle intent ignited and reaching a critical point, all three moved almost simultaneously—like shadows, dreamlike and ethereal, their speeds nearly imperceptible.
The Sword Saint had immersed himself in swordsmanship for a century; his speed was arguably the fastest in Zhongzhou, and his keen eyesight allowed him to discern every movement of his opponents.
Ji Wudao was also a sword master, but compared to the Sword Saint, his skills were lacking. Thus, he could only rely on speed to gain an advantage. Yet, the Sword Saint's movements were equally adept; how could someone who had attained mastery in swordsmanship possess poor agility? Even though Ji Wudao was indeed faster than the Sword Saint's movements, defeating him was an impossible task.
As for Zhao Yang, his Time Walk allowed for instantaneous movement but was not sustainable for long durations. The Sword Saint's sword energy barely evaded him; getting close would prove exceedingly difficult.
"No wonder you managed to ambush my disciple in the Haotian Secret Realm. Today, I will take your life as a blood offering for his soul," the Sword Saint said calmly, completely dismissing Zhao Yang.
Previously, Zhao Yang had ambushed and killed the Holy Son of the Azure Cloud Palace within the Haotian Secret Realm. After emerging from seclusion, the Sword Saint had been furious. The Azure Play Saint, a genius with a Single Spiritual Root, was considered exceptional. However, true experts never judged individuals solely by their number of Spiritual Roots, but rather assessed them based on a combination of factors such as comprehension and innate talent. The Azure Play Saint was born with a natural affinity for swords; had he not met an untimely end and received proper guidance, he would undoubtedly have achieved great success in swordsmanship.
As this thought crossed his mind, a fierce glint suddenly appeared in the Sword Saint's otherwise calm eyes. A layer of grayish mist enveloped him entirely.
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