Chapter 1373: Ruochen the Sword Saint
Ling Feiyu’s gaze was extremely solemn, and she said seriously, “The True Saint Path is the path of transforming the illusory into the real through Sacred Dao Rules. If you compare your Sacred Dao Rules to loose soil, then a True Saint’s Sacred Dao Rules are like hard rock, and the Sacred Dao Rules of a late-stage True Saint are like unbreakable refined iron. How can soil withstand refined iron?”
Zhang Ruochen had fought against Feng Yinying, a True Saint at the initial stage, and understood the power of a True Saint. However, he was also no longer the same as before. Even when facing a late-stage True Saint, he felt no fear.
“If I can’t withstand it, then I won’t,” Zhang Ruochen said, gently placing A Le’s corpse on the ground. Then, straightening his spine, he stared at the Wood Clan Saint Master standing atop the sacred cloud.
Ling Feiyu was slightly taken aback, silently pondering the meaning of Zhang Ruochen’s words.
The Wood Clan Saint Master wasted no more words. He rapidly circulated his Saint Qi and made his move directly.
Countless Ice Sacred Dao Rules surged out from within him along with his Saint Qi, gathering in the palms of his hands to condense into a radiant war sword.
The Wood Clan Saint Master was well aware of Zhang Ruochen’s achievements—this youth had single-handedly defeated the Nine Realm Sons. Therefore, he went all out with his first strike.
“Cold Light Welcoming Guest Sword.”
“Mu Qingtian is indeed cautious, directly unleashing a Sacred Art. He wants to suppress and kill Zhang Ruochen in one move, leaving him no chance to survive.”
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The power fluctuations unleashed by this Sacred Art suppressed countless cultivators below the Half-Saint realm, forcing them to kneel.
Zhang Ruochen, standing at the very center of the Sacred Art, naturally bore an even greater pressure.
Ling Feiyu couldn’t remain calm and wanted to intervene, but she was restrained by Ye Xiaoxiang.
Ye Xiaoxiang chuckled, “Palace Master Ling should trust Zhang Ruochen. It’s only three moves—what if he can withstand them?”
Around the Wood Clan Saint Master, the sounds of wind and thunder rang out. He uttered a single word: “Die.”
Pressing his hands down, the condensed Sacred Art, “Cold Light Welcoming Guest Sword,” struck downward. The cold, radiant war sword descended like a sword-shaped mountain peak.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Zhang Ruochen, eager to see how this Heir of Time and Space would counter this attack.
They saw Zhang Ruochen’s aura undergo a heaven-shaking transformation in an instant. Sword intents surged from within him, coalescing into sword shadows.
Then, those sword shadows converged into a three-zhang-long sacred sword.
A sacred sword formed from sword intent.
“This is…”
The expressions of both Ling Feiyu and Ye Xiaoxiang shifted slightly.
With their cultivation levels, they immediately sensed that Zhang Ruochen had reached the Sword Saint realm.
“Whoosh!”
Zhang Ruochen and the three-zhang-long sacred sword transformed into a sharp sword light, shooting upward and colliding with the “Cold Light Welcoming Guest Sword.”
The sword light advanced with unstoppable force, shattering the “Cold Light Welcoming Guest Sword” inch by inch, accompanied by a series of explosive sounds.
“I finally understand the meaning of his words. If you can’t withstand it, then don’t—just strike back directly. Sword Seven at Great Perfection, the true Sword Saint realm.”
A rare smile appeared on Ling Feiyu’s flawless white face.
The Wood Clan Saint Master saw the rapidly approaching sword light and twitched the corner of his mouth, recognizing that Zhang Ruochen was using Sword Seven.
Sword Seven at Great Perfection.
With the terrifying penetrative power of Sword Seven, even the Sacred Dao Rules of a late-stage True Saint were difficult to block.
“Crimson Moon Mirror.”
A black vortex appeared on the Wood Clan Saint Master’s forehead, like a cave opening. From within the cave flew a crimson ancient mirror.
This was a treasure of the Wood Clan, inscribed with thirteen thousand inscriptions inside the mirror, reaching the level of a Ten-Thousand-Pattern Sacred Artifact.
The power of a Ten-Thousand-Pattern Sacred Artifact was far beyond that of a Thousand-Pattern Sacred Artifact.
“Boom!”
The three-zhang-long sacred sword in Zhang Ruochen’s hand clashed with the Crimson Moon Mirror, causing the heavens and earth to tremble violently. Ripples of energy surged across the ground.
Fortunately, Ling Feiyu and Ye Xiaoxiang, both Saint Kings, neutralized that force; otherwise, the shockwaves from the battle would have caused massive casualties.
“Such a powerful sword technique! With just one move, he shattered the Cold Light Welcoming Guest Sword.”
“Zhang Ruochen’s strength is terrifying! He actually forced the Saint Master to use the Crimson Moon Mirror to block that sword.”
“Sword Seven, definitely Sword Seven at Great Perfection. From now on, we’ll have to call Zhang Ruochen ‘Ruochen the Sword Saint.’”
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The cultivators of the Demon Sect couldn’t see Zhang Ruochen or the Wood Clan Saint Master at all, only that crimson moon and a dazzling sword light.
A family head from a medieval aristocratic clan had personally taken action, yet he couldn’t suppress a young junior—how could this not be shocking?
The Wood Clan Saint Master clearly felt a bit humiliated. With a cold snort, he struck the back of the Crimson Moon Mirror with a palm, pouring out his Saint Qi.
From the ground, it looked like the crimson moon’s ten-thousand-zhang radiance dyed the surrounding thousand miles in a crimson hue.
“Boom!”
The three-zhang-long sacred sword couldn’t withstand the power of the Crimson Moon Mirror and shattered into fragments.
A hint of joy appeared on the Wood Clan Saint Master’s face. He pressed his other palm forward, controlling the Crimson Moon Mirror to suppress downward.
Zhang Ruochen remained expressionless. The moment the sword intent sacred sword shattered, the Abyssal Ancient Sword flew out and appeared in his hand.
“Slash.”
He swung the sword in a single strike.
Instantly, the flow of time around Zhang Ruochen and the Wood Clan Saint Master became extremely slow. The Abyssal Ancient Sword arced through the air, and with a crack, it severed the crown on the Wood Clan Saint Master’s head.
The Wood Clan Saint Master retreated rapidly, not stopping until he reached the peak of Saint Wood Peak. His hair fell loose, disheveled across his face.
The entire world fell silent. The cultivators of the Demon Sect felt their bodies stiffen, too shocked to speak.
A single sword strike had shaved off the Wood Clan Saint Master’s crown—was that far from cutting off his head?
“Three moves are over. I should be going now.”
Zhang Ruochen cast a cold glance at the Wood Clan Saint Master, landed on the ground, put away the Abyssal Ancient Sword, and picked up A Le’s corpse again. Using Great Space Teleportation, he instantly appeared three hundred li away.
After several consecutive teleportations, Zhang Ruochen left the Wuding Mountain region and vanished into the hazy world.
Only then did the Demon Sect cultivators react, all drawing in cold breaths.
Lin Feiyu’s beautiful eyes showed shock. “Impressive! With such profound cultivation, the Wood Clan Saint Master actually lost to Zhang Ruochen.”
Lin Suxian was also surprised. “Sword Seven at Great Perfection! At such a young age, he’s achieved the Sword Saint rank. How could he comprehend the realm of ‘no regrets in the sword’ at his age?”
“Regardless, after today’s battle, Zhang Ruochen’s name will shake the world again,” Lin Feiyu said.
Lin Suxian nodded. “I’m finally looking forward to the seventh day of next month.”
At the foot of Saint Wood Peak, Ling Feiyu glanced at Ye Xiaoxiang. “It seems Zhang Ruochen doesn’t appreciate Palace Master Ye’s farewell. I hope there will be another chance.”
With that, Ling Feiyu transformed into a sword light and flew back to the Saint Maiden Palace.
Ye Xiaoxiang clenched her ten fingers, her gaze sharp. She snorted coldly, her figure gradually fading until she disappeared from the spot.
Yun Zheng knew Zhang Ruochen was strong, but he hadn’t expected him to be this powerful.
He quickly walked to the side of the Silver Luan Sacred Chariot. “Vice Sect Leader, we can’t let Zhang Ruochen leave. This boy has become a Sword Saint; he will surely be a great enemy to our sect in the future.”
Ouyang Huan’s expression was also somewhat grave. After a moment of thought, he said, “In that case, go and intercept him.”
Yun Zheng’s face changed. “This Saint… how could I be his match…”
Ouyang Huan revealed a cold, mocking smile. “You know that now. A Sword Saint wants to leave—how easy is it to stop him? A Saint King would be barely enough. But Palace Master Ling is determined to protect him, and Palace Master Ye has made a promise. If we go after Zhang Ruochen now, wouldn’t we offend both of them?”
Yun Zheng said, “But Zhang Ruochen is so powerful. What if he comes to cause trouble on the seventh day of next month?”
Ouyang Huan said, “Zhang Ruochen is clever. He didn’t force his way into Saint Wood Peak, nor did he forcibly take Mu Lingxi away. That’s why he could leave Wuding Mountain alive today. But if he dares to cause trouble on the seventh day of next month, he’ll be undermining the core interests of the Divine Sect. How could the big shots in the sect allow that?”
“So, if he dares to set foot on Wuding Mountain on the seventh day of next month, he’ll be doomed? What if… Palace Master Ling continues to protect him?” Yun Zheng asked.
“If it comes to that, and Ling Feiyu still dares to stick her neck out, it won’t just be her—the entire Ling Clan could face annihilation.”
Ouyang Huan let out a light laugh, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.
The news of Zhang Ruochen storming Wuding Mountain quickly spread across the world, stirring up a massive wave in the cultivation world.
“Zhang Ruochen defeated Mu Qingtian with three swords and even cut off his crown? Really? Mu Qingtian is a fearsome old demon—how did he capsize in such a ditch?”
“The Heir of Time and Space, Zhang Ruochen, didn’t die? And his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds?”
“It’s said that on the seventh day of next month, Zhang Ruochen will climb Wuding Mountain again to snatch the bride from the Demon Sect’s headquarters.”
“That explosive? Zhang Ruochen really doesn’t act unless he’s going to cause a sensation.”
“Guess whose bride he’s snatching—it’ll shock you.”
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The news spread extremely fast. That very night, Shengshu Cainü, who was in the Purple Micro Palace, also received the message.
Looking at the communication jade talisman in her hand, a faint smile appeared on her exquisite, flawless face. “He’s finally come out of the shadows. But going to the Moon Worship Demon Sect to snatch a bride isn’t a wise move. Being an enemy of Qiu Yu is no different from being an enemy of the entire Kunlun Realm.”
Qiu Yu was the Parasol Tree Divine Tree, which might one day grow into the celestial spiritual root of the Kunlun Realm. It never made enemies with any force, and instead, countless forces sought its goodwill.
Zhang Ruochen snatching Qiu Yu’s bride was undoubtedly making an enemy of the entire world.
Shengshu Cainü pondered for a moment, then took the communication light talisman and headed toward the Yuanchu Sacred Hall, intending to inform Huang Yanchen of this matter and let her decide.
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