Chapter 908: The Utmost of Sword Nine

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Zhang Ruochen entered a mad state of practicing in the following month, and would go and challenge Ling Feiyu every three days.

Today was their twelvth fight.

Chaotic streams of sword Qi were gushing above the bamboo forest, making “whistling” sounds.

In the center of the streams of sword Qi, a shadow of a man was fighting fabulous sword moves quickly with a woman shadow.

“Gold Morning Sun.”

A long sword condensed by Holy Qi was in Ling Feiyu’s hands. It pointed to the sky and gave out blinding gold brilliance.

A flow condensed by Holy Qi kept circled the long sword, then pressed down on Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen stood straight and rushed forward. He pointed his finger and read to himself, “Sword Three.”

In the last month, Zhang Ruochen’s Way of Sword had advanced greatly with the practice of Ling Feiyu and guidance of the 16 Saint Sword patriarchs, and he could now display Sword Three to its utmost.

Boom.

The two strands of Way of Sword’s power crashed into each other and thousands of sword Qi were vanquished in just a second.

Among them, a one meter long sword Qi went through the protection of the Abyss Ancient Sword and hit the right side of Zhang Ruochen’s chest, making a “bang” sound.

The power of sword Qi penetrated Shooting Star Invisible Cloak and hit his lungs hard with a strong shake.

Immediately after this, the sharp pain was passed to him from his lungs, making it hard for him to breathe.

Zhang Ruochen flew backwards, fell on the ground and stopped fighting.

“The sixth move again, only…a little bit…”

Zhang Ruochen looked pale. He transferred Holy Qi to his lungs and suppressed his wounds temporarily.

A light wind-breaking sound was heard, then Ling Feiyu landed from the sky and stood on purple saint fog, making an extremely beautiful shadow.

“In only a short month, you’ve progressed from not being able to resist one single move of mine to fighting five or six moves. Such a huge improvement. You surprised me,” Ling Feiyu said.

It was not strange of Ling Feiyu to make such a high comment on Zhang Ruochen. After all, she had witnessed every step of his progress in the whole month.

Zhang Ruochen made surprising progress every three days.

If Zhang Ruochen could keep it that way, Ling Feiyu worried deeply that he would surpass her one day.

His achievements, though, looked like nothing.

At the same state, Ling Feiyu used to be able to defeat a Saint Sword with 16 moves.

In other words, if Zhang Ruochen could resist 16 moves of Ling Feiyu, his grade in Way of Sword could compare with those of some Saint Swords.

It could show that as a First Level Half-Saint, Zhang Ruochen’s ability to resist five or six moves of Ling Feiyu was a very high achievement.

Zhang Ruochen put his Abyss Ancient Sword away, and stared at Ling Feiyu with great pride. “Before I break through to Saint, I will surely surpass your Way of Sword.”

Ling Feiyu put on a different look. “I have 300 years of cultivation. Can you really surpass me just because you say so? The reason that you could resist my moves was largely because of the power of Space and Time.”

“You are still far away from the true Way of Sword. Don’t be dazzled by your current achievement.”

“Now that you’ve only practiced Sword Three to its utmost. Do you know where I have arrived?”

After a sword monk practiced Sword Seven to its utmost, he could be granted a Sword Saint.

The legendary Xue Hongchen had practiced Sword Ten to its utmost 800 years ago, and he was called Sword Emperor.

Ling Feiyu was the best genius in Kunlun’s Field 300 years ago. Although few people would mention her Way of Sword, she focused mainly on Way of Sword, and her state would probably have entered a very high level.

Zhang Ruochen naturally felt curious about her state of Way of Sword.

Ling Feiyu saw that Zhang Ruochen didn’t ask her, and said voluntarily, “Three days ago, I comprehended the last level of Sword Nine completely. Before long, I could practice Sword Nine to its utmost.”

Actually, she left one sentence unspoken.

Her comprehension of the last level of Sword Nine had a great connection with Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen was learning her Way of Sword secretly, and she was comprehending the power of time and space secretly as well.

With her putting her understanding of time and space into the Way of Sword, she had comprehended the last level of Sword Nine.

Show-off. This was a shameless show-off.

If it were any other Saint Sword, he could be restrained and never show off his achievement in front of a lower level Half-Saint.

But Zhang Ruochen was not surprised that it happened to Ling Feiyu.

Petty, bad-tempered, arrogant, bossy and rude, and also very pretencious. She should have collected all demerits of women.

But at the same time, she was extremely beautiful, perfectly featured, overly bright, super talented and a Saint in Way of Sword. She had taken up largely the merits of women as well.

Although Huang Yanchen had some flaws herself, she was very restrained, unlike the arrogant and publicizing Ling Feiyu.

It was hard to imagine what kind of a woman Ling Feiyu had been when she was young.

Only real sword masters could understand the depth of Wordless Sword Manual. The further one read, the more vague it became, and the harder it became for one trying to improve his level.

In only 300 years, Ling Feiyu had practiced Sword Nine to its utmost. Such a talent would be almost the same with Sword Emperor and the Empress.

Ling Feiyu saw that Zhang Ruochen was shocked, and felt contented. She gave a smile underneath her veil.

Then she changed into a purple flash of light and disappeared into the bamboo forest.

“What an arrogant woman! If one day I could defeat her, could she stand it?”

A strange thought came to Zhang Ruochen’s mind.

But the thought only flashed. After all, the distance between Ling Feiyu and him was too long. It would be ridiculous of him to want to surpass her now.

Zhang Ruochen sat in the bamboo forest with his legs crossed. And he started to adjust his breath and recover from the wound in the lungs.

His progress in the past month was huge. Not only had he practiced Sword Three to its utmost, but also learned all moves in Nine-Life Sword Technique.

Although he hadn’t been able to practice them with full power, he could display them freely.

Besides, he had studied True-Thunder Fire Sword Technique and the second level of Sword Technique of Time, “Eight Changes of Scales,” and was exercising them with a steady speed.

Zhang Ruochen was now treating his wounds while recalling the battle scene of him with Ling Feiyu, and concluding his faults.

“If I met enemies like Feng Qin again, I should be able to beat them easily with my current strength. And as my state has been stabilized, I should take the Saint Origin Pill and try to reach the Second Level of Half-Saint.”

A Half-Saint would improve his strength greatly after reaching the next level. Naturally Zhang Ruochen would like to obtain a more powerful cultivation.

…

After the night grew darker, a round moon appeared on top of the clouds. Moonlight fell on the ground through the Battle Formation barrier above the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians, and covered the world with a mysterious color.

Wang Xie stood on the edge of Sword Tomb and looked at the moon above his head. His somewhat handsome face showed aggressive looks, and he said, “Tonight is the night. We have to make Ling Feiyu and Zhang Ruochen pay heavily.”

A white haired elder stood beside Wang Xie.

He had a slight figure and was coverd with wrinkles. But a pair of eyes under his white hair was filled with slices of blood.

The man was named Wang Jinsuo, an Elder of Wang Family. Wang Xie had to call him Uncle seventeen regarding his position in the family hierarchy.

Wang Jinsuo had a hoarse and enchanting voice, and he said, “Anybody could tell that Zhang Ruochen is a spy of the Immortal Vampires. But Ling Feiyu tried her best to protect him and put another sword keeper, Xiang Zhengfeng, into the Underground Spirit Prison. Is the clan leader of the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians making all the decisions now or is she?”

Wang Xie clenched his fists tightly, and bit his lip and teeth with hatred. “Hateful Ling Feiyu…she did harm to my father and made him suffer 30 lashes from the dragon whip, and disgraced me in front of my people. I have to take revenge no matter what.”

“With your own effort, you wouldn’t have much chance to defeat Zhang Ruochen, not to mention Ling Feiyu,” Wang Jinsuo said with a calm voice.

Wang Xie suppressed his anger and hid it in the depths of his mind. He grinned with confidence. “That’s why I have to rescue Xiang Zhengfeng. The enemy’s enemy is a friend. I could borrow Xiang Zhengfeng’s hands to vanquish Zhang Ruochen.”

But Wang Jinsuo shook his head. “Zhang Ruochen is supported and protected by Ling Feiyu. Even if you let Xiang Zhengfeng out, he could do nothing to Zhang Ruochen.”

“I surely have other plans to restrain the bitch, Ling Feiyu. Uncle seventeen, didn’t you notice that tonight there is a full moon?”

Wang Xie pointed to the moon above his head, seeming to indicate something at the same time.

Wang Jinsuo narrowed his eyes and laughed. “I see. Young master is truly clever and I admire you very much. The man should have changed into a bloodthirsty monster in this full moon night. If we let him out…haha…”

The strong intent to kill appeared in Wang Xie’s eyes, and he laughed gloomily.

Then Wang Xie and Wang Jinsuo walked into the Sword Tomb, and changed into two black shadows to race to the Underground Spirit Prison.