Translator: 549690339
Would everything be clear once the sword was drawn?
Yang Zhen looked at Hua Youyue with hesitation, failing to understand the connection between drawing or not drawing his sword, and his inability to comprehend the aura on Han Yan er.
Yet, indeed, the aura on Han Yanâer had significantly changed from when Yang Zhen first met her in Ice Martial City, to such an extent that he could hardly distinguish it.
Strictly speaking, itâs not that he couldnât distinguish it. Yang Zhen simply couldnât calculate, for Han Yanâerâs aura resembled a complex math problem, leaving him utterly baffled and confused.
At this point, Ning Wuque, furious to the point of laughter, clearly seething with anger, pointed his sword at Han Yanâer and declared loudly, âThis works too. While the inheritance hasnât taken hold yet, let me see if this Dao idiot whose fame has skyrocketed these days is truly deserving of his reputation!â
Hum â.
Ning Wuqueâs long sword gave a dragon-like roar. Even without the utilization of True Essence, the sword intent it held still drastically changed everyoneâs expressions.
Even Yang Zhen gave a soft gasp, surprisedly looking at Ning Wuque, commenting, âOh dear, this ladâs swordsmanship has advanced tremendously in just a few days.â
Ning wuque burst into laughter, clearly having heard Yang Zhenâs words and sneered, âI must thank this Forbidden Land of Life. As I canât utilize True Essence, I focused all my energy on swordsmanship. Now my understanding of the Sword Dao is way beyond your comprehension!
The surrounding crowd exclaimed, the look of disbelief was clear on everyoneâs faces. Especially those who prided themselves as sword masters, their faces turned grim and their expressions darkened.
âWithout relying on any True Essence, he managed to manifest such sword intent. Ning Wuque truly crafted his own path in the Sword Dao.
âUnbelievable! The talent of young master Ning is extraordinary. Whenever his sword technique is displayed, even if itâs not directed against me, I feel as if I am lost in the vast ocean.â
âSuch swordsmanship is indeed a threat to the little girl. Itâs a pity, such a delicate girl, is she going to lose her life?â
Amid the buzz of the crowd, Ning Wuqueâs face became increasingly proud. With the humming of the sword, he appeared like a celestial swordsman and pointed his sword at Han Yanâer, saying, âWhat are you waiting for, waiting is pointless. Hurry up and draw your sword. My opponent is Yang Zhen!
Hearing Ning Wuqueâs words, Han Yanâer shook her head, slowly lifting her sword to point at Ning Wuque, and replied: âNo, Yang Zhen is my opponent.â
Hum !
A soft hum sounded, startling everyone present. They racked their brains, wondering, âWhat just happened?â
Within the humming of the sword, countless invisible waves converged from all directions. Everyone was in awe, feeling as if they were the target of Wan Jianâs numerous blades, their faces were full of horror and bewilderment. Ning Wuqueâs face drastically changed too. The converging aura gradually swirled around Han Yanâerâs head. The direction it pointed was exactly where he stood, which made his sword-holding hand start to tremble.
A sword masterâs trembling hand showed fear, everyone understood what that meant. Obviously, Ning Wuque comprehended this as well.
âNo, it canât be!â Ning Wuqueâs face changed constantly, he stepped back a couple of paces in disbelief, staring at the blade in Han Yanâerâs hand. Yang Zhenâs focus was different from Ning Wuqueâs. His gaze was fixed on Han Yanâerâs long legs. Such legs on a blue planet would make every young lady too shy to showcase their beloved legs in the summer.
Feeling this invisible aura, Yang Zhen was suddenly taken aback, he looked up at Han Yanâer and almost blurted out, âHeavenly Book!â
Indeed, the aura on Han Yanâer was identical to the one emanating from the Heavenly Book.
-No wonder it felt familiar, yet indescribable. It turns out itâs the aura of the Heavenly Book. Where did this Dao idiot get a Heavenly Book from?â
Upon realizing that the aura on Han Yanâer was the Heavenly Bookâs, rather than feeling envious, Yang Zhen was somewhat relieved.
Damn, thankfully he wasnât the one who ended up with this Heavenly Book, otherwise, wouldnât it be exhausting to learn?
Yang Zhen, who had already excelled in receiving nine years of compulsory education, really didnât want to study the worldâs most profound subject, mathematics, again.
The aura radiating from Han Yanâer gave Yang Zhen the feeling of seeing extravagant mathematical symbols and complex formulas.
Upon hearing Yang Zhenâs voice, Han Yanâer was taken aback and turned to look at Yang Zhen with surprise, about to speakâ¦
âDao idiot, youâre too arrogant!â
Ning Wuqueâs face went livid. In his rage, he roared and, suddenly, countless sword lights shook from his longsword, charging towards Han Yanâer. âDammit, this shameless thing!â Yang Zhenâs eyes widened, wearing a face of contempt.
Everyoneâs expressions changed wildly. Nobody expected Ning Wuque to choose a surprise attack, showing just how unconfident he was.
After hearing Ning Wuqueâs roar, Han Yanâer looked deeply at Yang Zhen. Her longsword hummed while mysterious symbols appeared in the air, like sword lights. The power surged, and they were incredibly sharp.
Once those symbols appeared, Yang Zhenâs face was filled with bewilderment. It was like when he was in college and the math teacher quickly chalked out a series of solution steps that he couldnât even recognize on the blackboard. âDammit, itâs so profound. Even this Sao Saint wouldnât want the Heavenly
Book.â
Zingâ !
The sound of clashing weapons rang out. Han Yanâer and Ning Wuque crossed paths, switching places in a blink of an eye.
Both of them stood still, as if they hadnât clashed at all. In reality, they were just too quick. Most of the audience couldnât react to their speed. Only a few managed to see the whole process clearly.
Yang Zhen took a sharp breath, looking at Han Yanâer with a shocked and doubtful expression. âHeavenly Book Star Art Chapter?â he asked.
Han Yanâer seemed shaken. She turned and looked at Yang Zhen with a strange expression. âYou know about the Heavenly Book?â
More than just knowing, Yang Zhen had two parts of it on him. One was the Heavenly Book Principles Chapter, the other was the Heavenly Book Ksitigarbha Chapter.
Spitâ !
Ning Wuque spat out a mouthful of blood. With a horrified look, he slowly turned around to look at Han Yanâer, then at Yang Zhen. Seeing that the two were still sizing each other up, he staggered a bit, then turned and fled.
Han Yanâer was about to give chase, but Yang Zhen waved his hand dismissively. âThatâs enough. Donât bother. Heâll spend his whole life like this, pretentious and short-sighted.â
Hearing Yang Zhenâs comments, everyone present felt stupefied.
Ning Wuque, prodigious disciple of Beigu Institute, is just a wall of mud that canât be helped up, in the eyes of this bastard Yang Zhen⦠His arrogance knew no bounds.
âWhere did you get the Heavenly Book?â Yang Zhen asked curiously.
Han Yanâer sheathed her sword and walked up to Yang Zhen. Suddenly, her expression changed. âYou have it too?â
Yang Zhen cracked a smile, looked Han Yanâer up and down focusing on her⦠long legs, and coughed slightly. âLittle Dao idiot, youâve got a long way to go if youâre going to catch up to this Sao Saint.
As he spoke, Yang Zhen leaned in towards Han Yanâerâs ear and whispered, âThis Sao Saint not only has one, but two chapters!â
-What?â Han Yanâer stumbled backward, glared at Yang Zhen and bit her hp. âI⦠I wonât give up.â
Yang Zhen chuckled, just about to say something, but his expression suddenly changed.
Boomââ- !
in the valley, a terrifying wave of energy suddenly erupted and swept towards all directions at a terrifying speed. The wave kicked up dust and stones, creating massive waves of air that left everyone unstable. The rascal cat and the naughty rooster huddled together and were blown away, crash-landing into the mountain after covering hundreds of feet.
Yang Zhen covered his face with his sleeve, and swore, âDammit, this is like Hollywood level special effects..â