Free Web NovelWinning through sheer cultivation strength in a direct confrontation was impossible.
The vast gap in major realms was right there.
Or rather, Zhou Jinyun simply couldn't defeat her opponent.
But after all, she was a master of the Mirage Palace’s Weaving Dreams Tower’s illusion arts and possessed the talent to ascend to immortality. Against cultivators below the Spirit Connection Realm, she would always hold the initiative firmly in her hands.
At the very least, she could make a clean escape. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
The people from Fuliuliu Willow Sword Manor stood in the courtyard. When they saw Zhou Jinyun and Su Hongzhen appear, Duan Ziyi lowered his head slightly and glanced at his son beside him.
Duan Tai looked timid, meek as a lamb, nothing like the arrogant bully he had been this afternoon.
Then, Duan Tai nodded, confirming that the two people before him were the ones he had clashed with earlier that day.
“Call your adult out to speak.”
After receiving a confirmed answer, Duan Ziyi said in a deep voice.
His brow was thick with fury.
“If you have something to say, just say it to me…”
Zhou Jinyun stepped forward, but before she could finish her sentence, a hand suddenly pulled her back by the shoulder and dragged her behind.
“I’m the adult responsible for watching over these two little ones.”
Chen Yan’s External Incarnation—a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties—appeared in the courtyard.
Duan Ziyi first locked eyes with Chen Yan’s External Incarnation for more than a breath. Then, he made a move that shocked Zhou Jinyun, Su Hongzhen, the innkeeper, and all the onlookers.
He bowed toward Chen Yan and bellowed fiercely:
“You unfilial brat, get on your knees!”
Before Duan Tai could even react, he only shuddered. Then, Wang Yuzhe, standing behind him, kicked him in the back of the knee, forcing him to the ground.
“Today, regarding my dog of a son’s provocation against your two young friends, Duan has already learned the full story. All this unpleasantness was entirely due to my failure to teach him properly. I beg for your forgiveness, sir!”
Even Chen Yan was taken aback by this sudden turn of events.
He had originally thought they had come to settle a grudge.
But it seemed that wasn’t the case.
So Chen Yan’s External Incarnation immediately returned the bow and greeted Duan Ziyi in kind:
“Lord Duan, you flatter me. It’s normal for children to roughhouse and have some friction.”
Even though Chen Yan’s actual cultivation level far exceeded his opponent’s, since the other party had come with such sincerity, he should respond with equal honesty and not be discourteous.
“With your words, Duan feels much more at ease.”
With that, the manor lord of Fuliuliu Willow Sword Manor straightened up and then asked:
“May I ask, how should I address you, sir?”
“Chen Mingxu.”
Chen Yan pulled out the alias he had used a few times in the past, eight thousand years from now.
He remembered that eight thousand years later, when he parted ways with that young master from the Shi family in the Southern Region of Chenping Continent, he had pointed him toward a path, telling him to go apprentice at the North Pass Sect.
But later, when North Pass Sect ran into trouble and Qiu Siruo returned to immortality, he had heard about that too.
He wondered if Shi Mingxu had actually made it to North Pass Sect or not.
“So you are Fellow Daoist Chen.”
Duan Ziyi bowed again:
“Actually, the reason Duan has come today is also to make an impertinent request.”
“Please speak, Fellow Daoist Duan.”
Chen Yan’s External Incarnation said.
“Today, after my son returned to the sword manor and recounted the afternoon’s events, I noticed that he still seems unwilling to accept his defeat.”
Duan Ziyi said.
“So, what does Fellow Daoist Duan mean…?”
Chen Yan probed.
“I hope Fellow Daoist Chen will allow my son to have a fair rematch with that young friend right here.”
Duan Ziyi said.
Hearing this, Chen Yan turned to look at Su Hongzhen, who was standing beside Zhou Jinyun:
“Little Su, what do you think?”
“No problem.”
Su Hongzhen agreed.
Although it was his first time meeting this young man in his twenties, Little Su quickly recognized that this youth was Brother Yan.
Because his mannerisms and expressions were exactly the same.
Of course, Chen Yan had made no effort to hide his movements or expressions at all.
As for fighting the young manor lord of Fuliuliu Willow Sword Manor again…
In truth, Little Su felt it was meaningless.
Because his opponent was simply too weak.
Even weaker than when Little Su had first broken through to the Energy Channeling Realm and picked up a sword for the first time.
But since the atmosphere had come to this point, refusing the challenge would clearly be unreasonable.
Ordinarily, Little Su did act a bit reckless and impulsive—that was because he was just a thirteen-year-old boy, with Chen Yan as his safety net.
Having wandered alone in Liaolong for four years was proof enough of his intelligence.
“Give him his sword.”
Duan Ziyi didn’t even look at Duan Tai, merely speaking coldly.
The Sword Holder of the sword manor, Wang Yuzhe, drew a wooden sword from his waist and tossed it in front of Duan Tai.
Duan Tai, still kneeling, picked up the wooden sword and stood up, still looking somewhat frightened.
What he feared now was not Su Hongzhen, Zhou Jinyun, or this so-called Chen Mingxu.
It was the father beside him.
“If you can win, you won’t be punished when we go back.”
Duan Ziyi said coldly:
“But if you lose, the punishment will be doubled.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the young manor lord of the sword manor shuddered again.
Then, his gaze turned resolute, as if he were ready to fight to the death.
“AHHH!!!”
He let out a roar and charged at Su Hongzhen with the wooden sword in his hand.
Su Hongzhen drew the wooden sword he carried with him and swung it in the direction of Duan Tai’s charge—
In a flash of lightning and flint, victory was decided.
Duan Tai’s wooden sword was split in two.
Seeing this, Duan Ziyi and Wang Yuzhe both narrowed their eyes.
This was… innate sword intent?
As top-tier swordsmen of Moxu Mountain, Duan Ziyi and Wang Yuzhe had certainly heard of the legend of innate sword intent.
In the long history of Chenping Continent, historical records recorded only seven people who possessed innate sword intent.
One was the fifth generation Steward of Heavenly Summit Mountain, Realman Cangyue. Another was the Ascending to Immortality Steward of Wind Ravine Valley, Realman Bai Shang.
Of the remaining five, besides the two who had fallen prematurely due to accidents, the other three were also renowned great swordsmen in Chenping Continent’s history, starting at the Divine Ability Realm at minimum. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
To acquire sword intent through cultivation, the Spirit Connection Realm was a necessary threshold.
But not all Spirit Connection Realm swordsmen could master sword intent.
Even some Unity Realm swordsmen could only touch the threshold of sword intent.
Just now, that boy hadn’t even used true qi when facing his opponent, yet he had easily cut through Duan Tai’s wooden sword, which was infused with true qi, using nothing but an ordinary wooden sword.
To achieve such a feat—
There was only one explanation: innate sword intent!
