Free Web NovelChapter 52: Chapter 52: Mortal Sword Lv. 4
"Heh heh, do you want to live?"
The harsh, raspy voice was like water filled with gravel, trickling into his ears and making them ache.
But the words were like a lifeline. He immediately dropped to his knees, clutching his phone with both hands, and asked excitedly:
"Is... is this the High Priest?" freewebnoveℓ.com
"I’ll do anything, anything at all! Please, you have to let me live!"
This Assistant Priest couldn’t actually tell which High Priest it was.
At his rank in the Spiritual Sect, interacting with a Priest was the absolute limit; someone of the High Priest’s level was completely beyond his reach. But under these circumstances, the only person who could contact him on a Spiritual Sect internal line had to be a High Priest. That was why he was on his knees, begging.
"Don’t worry. As long as you do as I say, I’ll let you live."
The raspy voice softened considerably. The person on the other end of the line seemed very satisfied with the lowly Assistant Priest’s reaction, adding in a gentle tone:
"Little one, are there any other survivors over there?"
Hearing the High Priest’s words, the Assistant Priest found an outlet for his terror and began to ramble frantically, describing just how horrifying the mysterious expert and the special organization were. He explained that all the other Priests had died gruesome deaths—not a single one survived.
"Sigh. What a pity."
"He is returning soon. We will certainly need more hands in the future."
"No matter. We’ll deal with future matters when they arise. Now that I have returned, the task He has assigned will naturally be completed to perfection. Come to my side for now. We can discuss everything else later."
As he finished speaking, the screen of the phone in the Assistant Priest’s hand went dark.
Just as he was wondering if the High Priest had forgotten to give him the address and whether he should call back, a sudden pain stabbed through his head.
The next moment, his consciousness began to fade, and his vision plunged into darkness.
When he awoke again,
A huge image and a map had appeared in his mind.
The Assistant Priest shot to his feet with a jolt, carefully studying every detail of the image.
There were dense trees and mountains everywhere; it looked like a location deep in some remote wilderness. The Assistant Priest let out a heavy breath, memorized the route on the map, and muttered:
"I’ll leave right now."
"I have to get there before midnight!"
...
Sword Hall.
Night shrouded the room.
The door opened, followed by the CLICK of a light switch.
Bright white light dispelled the darkness, flooding every corner of the room. Su Xing walked to his bed, placed his right hand on the edge for support, and slowly slid down to sit on the floor, his back against the frame. His eyes were fixed on every flicker of the system panel.
[Sword Dao Points: Calculating (96%)]
He exhaled sharply.
Su Xing let out a warm breath and rubbed his hands together vigorously. His heart was still pounding like a drum—THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.
It wouldn’t be long now. He was about to become stronger once again.
Ever since leaving the hospital, Su Xing’s desire for power had become all-consuming.
He had learned the Spiritual Sect’s true reason for wanting to eliminate Su Yu, which meant the two sides were now locked in a fight to the death.
Either his younger brother, Su Yu, would die a tragic death, or every last member of the Spiritual Sect would be annihilated!
At this thought, Su Xing’s eyes narrowed slightly. Thin white lines of energy condensed around him before silently dispersing into motes of white light.
Su Xing was well aware that the agents the Spiritual Sect sent next would be stronger than the previous Priests. Their cultivation realms would be higher—possibly Tier Four, or even Tier Four Peak. They might even be at a level Su Xing had never even witnessed before.
But Su Xing felt not a single shred of fear.
He had always believed that his Sword Dao would eventually overpower everyone else.
As long as he was still alive,
Whether they were Tier Three, Tier Four, or Tier Five,
Whether they were members of the Spiritual Sect or the even more powerful He in the Spirit Realm.
Su Xing would cut them all down with a single strike of his sword.
Such was the confidence and trust he had in the sword in his hand.
Time trickled by. After about an hour, the system panel finally reacted.
[Energy absorption complete. Fully converted to Sword Dao Points.]
[Sword Dao Points: 41] ƒreewebɳovel.com
"Finally done," Su Xing muttered, his gaze falling on the Sword Dao Points column.
’Forty-one Sword Dao Points isn’t a small amount, but considering it costs twelve points for a single upgrade, it isn’t a lot either.’
It was enough for about three upgrades, reaching Lv. 4, but that was still a long way from a major advancement. After a moment of thought, Su Xing decided not to save them up.
Saving up had been acceptable before because if he didn’t, he’d be breaking through almost every day. He would have been trapped in a grueling cycle of working during the day and breaking through at night. It was a much better use of his time to practice his swordplay in the evenings instead.
Besides, it took less than a week to accumulate a dozen or so points. That was a short enough time that nothing major was likely to happen.
But things were different after he broke through to "Mortal Sword."
One breakthrough now required twelve points, which took him nearly three or four days to save. If he kept saving up before breaking through as he did before, he’d face the predicament of his strength stagnating for over a month. With his conflict with the Spiritual Sect escalating daily, he’d be finished if he ran into any real danger.
Thinking of this, Su Xing let out a heavy breath as the pale blue system panel materialized in his vision.
[Sword Saint System]
[Name: Su Xing]
[Age: 22]
[Profession: Swordsman, Sword Hall Coach]
[Profession Skills: Myriad Swords Return to One Lv.1 (58/30000), Pierce Lv.1 (1756/2000), White Blade Stance Lv.1 (976/30000), Mortal Sword Lv.1 (795/30000)]
[Sword Dao Points: 41]
The moment the system panel appeared,
Su Xing’s gaze swept over each of the sword skills under Profession Skills, finally stopping on "Mortal Sword." He took a deep breath and said inwardly:
’System, add the points.’
As soon as the thought formed in his mind, a confirmation window popped up on the system panel in his vision.
[Sword Saint System]
[Sword Dao Points: 41]
[Add all Sword Dao Points to the Profession Skill "Mortal Sword"? Yes/No?]
Seeing the familiar window pop up again, Su Xing simply gave a slight nod and thought, ’Yes.’
WHOOSH. All forty-one Sword Dao Points on the Sword Saint System panel were instantly wiped clean.
The string of proficiency numbers after "Mortal Sword" on the system panel first blurred, then began to skyrocket as if bungee jumping in reverse, increasing by three or four hundred points at a time!
A series of system prompts appeared one after another before Su Xing’s eyes.
[Your Profession Skill "Mortal Sword Lv.1" has been upgraded to "Mortal Sword Lv.2".]
[Your Profession Skill "Mortal Sword Lv.2" has been upgraded to "Mortal Sword Lv.3".]
[Your Profession Skill "Mortal Sword Lv.3" has been upgraded to "Mortal Sword Lv.4".]
[Profession Skill: Mortal Sword Lv.4 (1/60000)]
