Qin Wentian glanced at Zong Hong, instantly determining his opponent's cultivation base — the ninth level of Yuanfu.
At this level, if Qin Wentian fought against him, it would be akin to bullying the weak. After all, Qin Wentian already had three Astral Novas despite his cultivation base being at the ninth level of Yuanfu. Such a battle would be meaningless.
"Let's go." Qin Wentian lightly shook his head. Sword cultivators were straightforward by nature, if this person was the Sword Son candidate, he would definitely be unhappy with him. Hence, there was no need for him to haggle over this.
Zong Qian glanced at Qin Wentian in bewilderment. The longer he interacted with Qin Wentian, the more he felt he couldn't see through Qin Wentian. Regardless of Li Ran and Li Nianzhi's provocations, or even Zong Hong, Qin Wentian was as calm as still water, not angered at all. Such a state of mind was extremely rare, he was able to wholeheartedly immerse himself in cultivation.
However, Zong Qian didn't know that Qin Wentian didn't even view Qin Wentian as an opponent. Why would he be angered?
"Indeed, he reacted the same way as Li Nianzhi. Such a person is not fit to be the Sword Son of my Zong Clan." Zong Hong coldly snorted. Those beside him also had cold smiles on their faces. Evidently, they weren't satisfied with the fact that the clan lord had chosen an outsider as the Sword Son.
Many of them found this hard to accept.
"Bzzz!" Abruptly, a humming sword appeared in front of Zong Hong, causing his hair to flutter in the wind. A terrifying sword intent gushed forth from the sword, locking onto Zong Hong.
"Since you already know my identity as the Sword Son, don't blame me for being merciless if you continue to disrespect me."
Qin Wentian icily spoke. With a wave of his hand, the small sword flew back to him as he stepped out, completely ignoring Zong Hong and the others.
"Kacha!" Zong Hong clenched his fists tightly as he stared at the back view of Qin Wentian. His eyes gleamed with a terrifying sharpness as he icily stated, "I don't believe you can hide in your shell forever."
Qin Wentian left as if he hadn't heard anything. A few days later, there were rumors.
The news of the outsider Sword Son, Qin Wentian, having the possibility of participating in the sword range battle was already circulated around the Zong Clan. However, there were also people who mocked Qin Wentian, saying that he was as cowardly as a mouse, not even daring to accept the challenge from Zong Hong. Not only that, he had once cowered in front of Li Nian. There were many rumors about Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian knew that this was something that would happen after he became the Sword Son. After defeating one Zong Hong, there would be another. If he wanted to shut the mouths of the younger generations of the Zong Clan, the only way was to display a level of talent and strength that they would never be able to catch up to.
In the Zong Clan's library, Qin Wentian sat cross-legged on the floor, flipping through the ancient scrolls.
On the ancient scrolls, there were many sword techniques, as well as the cultivation notes of some sword cultivators. There were also records of the cultivation achievements of their seniors.
Qin Wentian slowly comprehended. The first level of Mandates was the basic level, everyone was the same. But for the second level, one had to depend on one's own luck and comprehension ability to comprehend it. Reading the words of the ancients would naturally be beneficial to his comprehension.
"In ancient times, there was a sword cultivator who meditated for seven years. His sword and heart were one, and when his sword was unleashed, his heart trembled, comprehending the Mandate of the Sword Heart." Qin Wentian browsed through the ancient scrolls.
The first level of Mandates was the same, but for the second level, the difference could be extremely great.
How terrifying was the Mandate of the Sword Heart? The sword resonated with one's heart, and when the sword was unleashed, it could destroy one's heart. This was too terrifying, even more terrifying than his Heartbreak Ancient Bell.
"There were also sword cultivators who comprehended the Mandate of the Sword Shadow. When they slashed out with their swords, the sword light was illusory, while the sword shadow was real. When others tried to defend against the sword light, they would already be trapped within the Mandate of the Sword Heart and die under the sword shadow. Such a Mandate of the Sword Heart could kill invisibly."
Qin Wentian glanced at another page, feeling the vastness of Mandates. Different people would comprehend different things, and when fighting against opponents of the same cultivation level, a single sword strike could determine life and death.
The sword, the king of all weapons, could seize life with a single thought. When fighting against sword cultivators, one had to be incomparably cautious.
"Seems like I still have to temper myself and comprehend. Sitting here and reading the ancient scrolls can only guide me, but it won't allow me to comprehend. Unless I can be like those ancient swordsmen, sitting there for several years at a time. That's too terrifying, I don't have that much time."
Qin Wentian mused. After which, he placed the ancient scrolls back and walked out of the library.
At this moment, it was already nighttime. Qin Wentian soared up into the air and slapped out with his palms. Momentarily, sword qi whistled through the air, condensing into an ancient sword. Qin Wentian stepped onto the ancient sword, and instantly, the ancient sword sped off into the distance.
In the Sword Reverence City, there were many people flying on their swords. Qin Wentian wasn't eye-catching at all.
After a long time, Qin Wentian arrived at the outskirts of the Sword Reverence City. Moonlight cascaded down from the cliff, cascading down from the sky.
The ancient sword beneath Qin Wentian's feet whistled through the air, flying towards the depths of the cliff. After which, a powerful Sword Intent permeated the air. He controlled the ancient sword beneath his feet to get closer and closer to the Sword Intent.
Finally, borrowing the moonlight, Qin Wentian saw a terrifying gigantic sword that was over a thousand meters long. It was stabbed into the ground, and a fearsome sword might gushed forth from it. In the surroundings of the sword, a sword-shaped mountain range was formed.
In the surroundings, there were several guards. Upon seeing Qin Wentian flying over, one of them stepped forward and berated, "This is the sword range, no one is allowed to enter."
Qin Wentian heard from Zong Qian that in the past ten years, the sword range was controlled by the Heavenly Sword Sect. Hence, the guards here were all experts from the Heavenly Sword Sect.
"This sword is truly terrifying." Qin Wentian's heart trembled. The body of the sword was over a thousand meters long and was as tall as a mountain peak. If it descended from the skies, it would definitely be able to cleave the earth apart, creating a cliff.
In truth, although Qin Wentian could clearly see the silhouette of the sword, he was still quite a distance away from it. It was only because the sword was too gigantic that he had the illusion that it was right in front of him. If this place wasn't a cliff but a flat ground, he would be able to see the sword even from a few hundred miles away.
"No wonder no one was able to pull this sword out after so many years." Qin Wentian silently mused. The sword was over a thousand meters long, and with a single glance, it seemed as though it could pierce through the heavens.
How heavy was this sword exactly?
Even if a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign could pull it out, would they be able to wield it normally? It was basically impossible. Even if an ordinary person wanted to grab hold of it, it would be extremely difficult. The hilt of the sword was as large as a giant, it was simply too terrifying.
Above the dome of heaven, astral light cascaded downwards, bathing the demon sword in the starlight, causing it to appear even more distinct, exuding a demonic aura.
"Demon sword, a gigantic sword. When this sword cleaves down, it can cleave the earth apart, creating a cliff."
Qin Wentian turned, and after which, he opened up a cave dwelling and sat down cross-legged. It was naturally impossible for him to believe that he had the ability to obtain the demon sword. It was only because of Zong Qian's words that he came here with an intense curiosity in his heart, wanting to comprehend the intent of the demon sword.
Closing his eyes in his cave dwelling, he didn't step into the territory of the sword range. The people from the Heavenly Sword Sect wouldn't disturb him.
Qin Wentian quietly sensed his surroundings. Deep into the night, the land of the cliff was filled with boundless silence. Occasionally, a demonic wind gusted by, and there were actually sounds of moaning, like the cries of death!
If it wasn't for the fact that Qin Wentian's perception was extremely strong, he wouldn't have been able to hear it.
This mournful wail gradually transformed into the mournful wail of a demon. Within the mournful wail, a sword intent could be sensed. It was still the same as before, but in Qin Wentian's perception, it was extremely clear.
His perception was too strong, and he was even more sensitive to the intent of demons.
"ROAR!"
Abruptly, a terrifying demonic wail drifted into his ears. In an instant, Qin Wentian only felt a beam of sword light flashing past him. His body abruptly retreated with explosive speed, as fast as lightning. Qin Wentian felt a chill on his neck. He stretched his hand out to touch it, only to discover that there was actually a trace of blood on his neck.
His heart pounding, Qin Wentian stood up. That illusory sword intent from earlier had already vanished, as though it had never appeared before.
However, his neck had almost been lacerated to death.
Such a bizarre scene shook Qin Wentian's heart, causing him to be unable to calm down even after a long time.
At this moment, his state of mind was in a chaotic mess, he couldn't hear the mournful wail of the sword. That sword intent didn't appear again.
"Hu …" Qin Wentian drew in a deep breath. He actually sat down cross-legged once more as his perception permeated the surroundings. Instantly, the mournful wail of the demon wail resounded once more. Not only that, it was everywhere, howling in the cliffs, howling in the wind.
Qin Wentian could see the silhouettes of a dragon, a vermilion bird, a white tiger, a black tortoise. All sorts of demonic sword shadows materialized, appearing within Qin Wentian's perception.
These sword shadows drilled into the ground, merging into the gigantic boulders of the sword range. The gigantic boulders of the sword range originally had a similar sword intent, and after many years of accumulation, if they were to break out from the ground, they would become demonic swords.
"So this is how the demonic swords of the sword range are formed."
Qin Wentian drew in a deep breath. Abruptly, the mournful wail of the demonic dragon wail rang out. Qin Wentian only felt a terrifying suppressive force gushing towards him, as though it wanted to kill him.
Qin Wentian shut off his perception. Instantly, the sword intent dissipated, as though it had never appeared before. It was as though it had never existed before. He had never felt that surge of power, and he wasn't injured at all.
"As expected."
Qin Wentian's heart trembled. What a terrifying force. If he could comprehend the second level of the Mandate of Swords, what kind of sword intent would that be?
Qin Wentian's heart pounded as he immersed himself within, unable to extricate himself.
The sun and moon alternated as time flowed by. Qin Wentian stayed in the cave for seven days and seven nights. He didn't leave, and was still immersed within.
And in this area of the sword range, the number of human silhouettes gradually increased. Because, there were only a few days left until the start of the contest for the sword range.
In the Zong Clan, the Sword Son Qin Wentian who was appointed by the clan lord suddenly disappeared, causing many to raise their eyebrows. Wasn't this a little too strange? He had just been appointed as the Sword Son, could it be that he knew he would be challenged by many direct descendants of the Zong Clan and chose to hide himself?
It seemed like that day, after Zong Hong provoked him, Qin Wentian didn't appear again the next day.
At this moment, in the training grounds of the Zong Clan, the disciples of the Zong Clan were sparring against each other. Zong Hong faced Zong Qian as he sarcastically asked, "That good friend of yours, why is he hiding?"
"Brother Qin might have some matters to attend to, do you think he needs to report it to you?" Zong Qian faintly replied, yet Zong Hong coldly laughed. Several disciples of the Zong Clan all had mocking expressions on their faces. Evidently, they weren't willing to accept Qin Wentian's position as the Sword Son.
Especially the person in the middle, Zong Peng. This person was a Heavenly Dipper Realm Sword Son candidate of the Zong Clan, and would be participating in the Heavenly Dipper Realm Sword Son Battle this time around. The responsibility of the contest for the sword range was on his shoulders, and this battle was the most crucial one. As long as he won this battle, unless one of the transcendent powers was able to win both battles in the Yuanfu Realm, it would be their victory.
The Heavenly Dipper Realm Sword Son Battle was the most important.
Zong Peng had always believed that after this battle, the title of Sword Son would belong to him. Yet now, the clan lord had actually bestowed it to someone else.
"After the contest for the sword range, I will strip him of his Sword Son status," Zong Peng calmly stated, his words causing the surrounding spectators to laugh coldly at Zong Qian.
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