I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 368 - 298: Bloodline Array
A month later at Yunlan Peak, Martial Arts Arena. π³π«ππ²π ππ―ππ¨πππΉ.π°πΌπΊ
At the edge of the obsidian-paved grounds, twelve Dragon Coiling Stone Pillars stood majestically, their bodies densely inscribed with runes that firmly confined the fluctuations within the arena.
In the arena, Spiritual Qi emanating from the Tier Five Spiritual Vein swirled like a light gauze, intertwining with two streams of Sword Momentum to form a unique aura.
Chen Xihua stood with hands behind his back at the eastern part of the arena, his plain Daoist robe flickered at the edges by the mountain wind, yet his gaze was intensely locked on the figure in azure within the arena.
At the center of the arena, Chen Sheng, clad in azure, held the Cyan Nether Sword, his eyes slightly closed, his body merging the Penetration Dao Principle with the world, a faint resonance mark appearing on his forehead.
With the help of this resonant power, his perception of various Dao Principles increased significantly, and he could clearly see the flow of nodes deep within the void as if observing the lines on his palm.
"Raise the sword."
The Cyan Nether Sword in Chen Shengβs hand slowly lifted, the blade inclined towards the sky.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, not even a ripple of sword wind. The seemingly ordinary opening stance made Chen Xihuaβs eyes suddenly gleam.
He clearly perceived that although Chen Shengβs Sword Momentum had not moved, a strand of Penetration Dao Principle had quietly spread out like a silken thread, precisely linking with a spatial node three zhang away.
"Slash!"
The Cyan Nether Sword sliced through the air, silent as it moved, releasing neither fierce Sword Qi nor exploding Spirit Light.
The Dragon Coiling Stone Pillars at the arenaβs edge constantly trembled, golden runes suddenly lighting upβclearly sensing the intense fluctuations deep within the void.
In the unseen depths of the void, that strand of Penetration Dao Principle suddenly erupted with dark gold Power of Destruction, intertwining with another force like warp and weft, forming an invisible sword shadow that fiercely struck the spatial node.
"Crack!"
The node shattered, dense cracks appeared half a zhang around in the void, the void energy escaping from the cracks quickly dissolving upon contact with the swordβs glow.
This sword, seemingly calm externally, concealed the power to annihilate and thoroughly interpreted the profound meaning of "penetrating barriers and returning to the void".
Chen Sheng stood with his sword, the eerie glow on the Cyan Nether Sword gradually faded, and the resonance mark on his forehead dimmed as he slightly closed his eyes, carefully digesting the previous strike.
"Excellent, three parts Void Destruction charm!"
Chen Xihua softly praised, his eyes almost overflowing with fiery admiration, as this progress had already caught up with the outstanding Nascent Soul cultivators in the clan.
This was merely a month!
Undoubtedly, he was the most effortless student he had ever taught, mastering instantly upon teaching, and attaining proficiency that astonished with rapid progress.
Beyond admiration, a deep sense of regret quietly flickered in Chen Xihuaβs heart.
He watched the resonance mark on Chen Shengβs forehead and inwardly sighed: "Such a pity, such a pity! This child has already established the foundation of Dao Principles... truly a great regret."
Chen Sheng bowed and saluted:
"Thank you, Celestial Venerable, for your guidance during this month."
Chen Xihua came back to his senses, suppressed the regret in his heart, and laughed heartily:
"Today, I truly understand what it means to be a prodigy of the Sword Dao. Come, follow me, and Iβll further impart to you the core secrets of the βVoid Destruction Swordβ."
...
Time passed like a white steed crossing a gap, another half month elapsed amidst the Spiritual Mist and sword cries of Yunlan Mountain.
On the obsidian ground of the Mountain Peak Martial Arts Arena, the Spiritual Power within gathered into visible bands of light, entwining and circulating the Sword Light back and forth.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Three consecutive clangs rang like clear springs striking stone.
In the arena, four different colored Sword Lights rapidly revolved around a figure in azure, the sound of sword cries rising and falling, causing the surrounding Spiritual Mist to surge violently.
The four Nascent Soul cultivators of the Chen Clan stood in a quadrilateral formation, firmly surrounding Chen Sheng in the center, each displaying the full depth of the Chen Clanβs Sword Technique without reservation.
Facing the siege of four, Chen Sheng stood unwavering like a pillar in the stream.
After dozens of rounds, the sword techniques of the four Nascent Soul cultivators became increasingly fierce, yet they could not break through Chen Shengβs defense.
The opposing Sword Light could always appear at the most critical moment in the most appropriate position, guarding flawlessly, and even having the leisure to observe their sword techniques.
"Almost there."
Chen Sheng spoke coldly, his voice clearly transmitted through the sword cries to all four.
As his words fell, he suddenly spat out a condensed blue Sword Qi from his mouth, which swiftly split in the air, transforming into four Sword Lights identical in style to their sword techniques.
One carried Thunder Sound, one contained Cold Moon, one appeared solid, one hidden and elusive, precisely the proud works of the four.
The four Sword Lights shot towards the four cultivators like meteors chasing the moon.
Chen Liexiao, seeing his own βThunder Sound Break Arrayβ being used, was startled, hastily swinging his sword to block, only to find that the opponentβs Sword Light was not only similar in form but the changes in Sword Momentum were even more exquisite than his own.
With a "bang," he was forced to retreat three steps, the electric arcs on the Red Thunder Sword nearly extinguished.
Chen Qingyao, Chen Shiji, and Chen Fenghuaβs situations were similar, within two or three rounds, they were forced into a panic by their own most skilled techniques, full of openings.
When the blue Sword Light reached three inches from their throats, all four simultaneously withdrew their swords and conceded, faces full of shock and admiration.
"Defeated, defeated!"
Chen Liexiao sheathed the Red Thunder Sword, laughing heartily, rubbing his numbed tigerβs mouth:
"Since meeting Fellow Daoist Life-Annihilating, Iβve realized what true Sword Immortal demeanor means! My Thunder Sound Sword, honed for three hundred years, possesses such power in Daoistβs hands, truly shameful!"
The other three Nascent Soul cultivators nodded in agreement.
"Daoist not only comprehends Dao Principles, but his understanding of Sword Skill is also transcendental, from Sword Qi Condensing Gang to Sword Intent Formation, every aspect far surpasses us. The improvement in that βCold Moon Tripleβ made me suddenly enlightened!"
