Below the precipice, outside the sword range, Qin Wentian continued to comprehend in peace, ignoring everything that was happening in the outside world.
He had already achieved one of his objectives in coming to the Sword Reverence City. Next, he needed to focus on comprehending the second level of the Mandate of Swords and condense his Astral Nova, stepping into the Heavenly Dipper Realm with four Yuanfu.
The night was as still as water, and the starlight shone brightly. Occasionally, the mournful wails of the demon sword could be heard. Qin Wentian's perception permeated the area, and abruptly, he discovered a sharp beam of sword light shooting towards him. Frowning, his powerful perception instantly sensed that in the sword range, there was actually a powerful sword cultivator around thirty years of age who was also comprehending the Mandate of Swords.
The will of the demon sword was extremely intense, and everyone could comprehend the Mandate of Swords here. Not only that, the insights they gained were different.
That person's perception was as sharp as a sword, and a terrifying beam of cold light shot towards Qin Wentian, boundless and endless. Qin Wentian's countenance didn't change, he continued sitting cross-legged. The sword light he sensed seemed to be real, piercing into Qin Wentian's sea of consciousness, causing Qin Wentian's eyes to abruptly open as a brilliant light shone from them.
It was as though he had suddenly gained enlightenment.
"Seems like I have to thank you for this," Qin Wentian mumbled. After which, he walked out of the cavern and soared up into the air, closing his eyes.
With a tap of his palm, the ancient sword strapped on his back soared up into the air, landing in Qin Wentian's palm.
Qin Wentian's palms slashed out, slashing out a beam of sword light. There was no pattern to this attack, it was chaotic and disorderly. This wasn't a sword art, and it didn't have the ferocity of a sword.
However, Qin Wentian continued to slash out with his sword, disregarding the style of the sword. Although the sword wasn't a sword art, and there was no pattern to it, it was as though the body of the sword was the pattern itself. Each and every sword strike contained a unique sword rhythm that was extremely pleasing to the eyes. However, it seemed that it was merely this, there was no power to it at all.
In the distance, within the sealed space of the sword vein, several silhouettes whistled over, arriving in front of Qin Wentian in an instant. When these people saw Qin Wentian brandishing his sword, they couldn't help laughing.
"This level of swordplay is extremely clumsy. Any random incantation would be enough to defeat him." A female with a tall and slender figure stared at Qin Wentian as she commented in a low voice, her tone filled with disdain.
"Looks like he's just an ordinary sword cultivator. He wants to comprehend the sword here, but he doesn't know how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is. He even disturbed senior brother Jian Feng's comprehension." The person next to him sneered as well. He watched as Qin Wentian swung his sword, not minding it at all. When the woman next to him heard Qin Wentian's name, a trace of worship appeared on her face. Her heart palpitated slightly.
Senior Brother Jian Feng was one of the Three Great Sword Sons of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Be it his talent or strength, he was outstanding.
Right now, Senior Brother Jian Feng was at the boundary of the sword range, comprehending the sword in the vicinity of the demon sword. Because he was disturbed, he sent a message to them, asking them to come over and take a look.
Qin Wentian stopped swinging his sword. When he opened his eyes, he saw the group of people before him. But at this moment, he seemed to be extremely happy. His lips curled into a faint smile, and his handsome countenance appeared even more demonic and beautiful under the illumination of the starlight.
The woman stared at Qin Wentian as her countenance changed slightly. After which, she coldly laughed, "Looks good but is useless. What's the point of being born with just a pair of skin bags?"
Qin Wentian couldn't help but have a strange expression on his face when he heard the woman's words. He turned his gaze onto her, only to realize that she had lost her composure. Her countenance couldn't help but turn cold as she stated, "This place isn't suitable for you. Leave quickly."
"I don't think I'm in the vicinity of the sword range, right?" Qin Wentian asked.
"You dare to talk back?" That woman coldly snorted. Their Heavenly Sword Sect was a lofty existence in the Sword Reverence City. Who would dare to be disrespectful to them? The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were a tier higher than others, and no matter where they went, they would be worshipped and worshipped.
"Your swordsmanship is clumsy and unsightly, yet you still dare to dance with your sword here? You're an insult to our eyes and ears." The woman disdainfully stared down at the crowd, her countenance filled with arrogance. Since this was an order from her Senior Brother Jian Feng, she naturally had to do it well. If this man didn't know what was good for him, she wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson.
"Clumsy and unsightly? Unsightly? "
Qin Wentian had a bitter smile on his face as he faintly replied, "It's not that my swordsmanship is clumsy, it's just that I'm someone who doesn't know how to use the sword."
As the sound of his voice faded, he turned and walked away.
"You …" The woman pointed at Qin Wentian's back, almost choking on her saliva. Although she was only here to guard the sword range, she was still someone with a cultivation base at the eighth level of Yuanfu. Her Mandate of Swords had already reached the Transformation Boundary, and she was extremely powerful.
"Arrogant."
"Ignorant."
"Seems like he's just a madman who doesn't know the immensity of the Heavens and Earth. Junior Sister, there's no need to bother with him."
"This man's swordsmanship is so weak, yet he still dares to spout such arrogant words. How ridiculous." Another person persuaded. Only then did the woman understand. She glared at the departing silhouette, and after which, they all turned and returned to the direction of the sword range. That woman inclined her head and stared in the direction of a certain cave dwelling, her eyes flashed with a strange light as her heart pounded rapidly.
She had always believed that the Heavenly Sword Sect was the number one power in the Sword Reverence City. Her Senior Brother Jian Feng's talent in swordsmanship was the strongest in the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he was the only Sword Son that was personally chosen by the sect leader. Although his combat prowess wasn't the strongest, no one dared to doubt his future accomplishments. In fact, it was even possible for him to succeed the position of the sect leader.
Qin Wentian left the area, but he didn't leave the cliff. He found another quiet location and cultivated for three days before he finally left the cliff and returned to the Sword Reverence City.
In the Zong Clan, when Qin Wentian returned, he attracted the attention of many as they discussed about him.
During these days, Qin Wentian's reputation in the Zong Clan grew greater and greater. Although the elders of the Zong Clan didn't say anything, the younger members of the Zong Clan were all talking about him.
And now, Zong Peng and the rest had even announced that after the battle at the sword range, they would strip Qin Wentian of his status as the Sword Son.
And at this moment, Qin Wentian had returned.
Qin Wentian could sense the gazes of the crowd, but he didn't care. At this moment, he wanted to find the clan leader, Zong Yi, and he needed some Yuan Meteor Stones.
And when Qin Wentian passed by a training ground, several people glanced at him as a voice called out, "Qin Wentian!"
Qin Wentian turned his gaze over, and his eyes landed on Zong Qian. "Zong Qian, bring me to see the clan leader."
"Right." Zong Qian nodded his head as he soared up into the air. However, the people below all had cold smiles on their faces as Zong Hong coldly spoke, "Qin Wentian, how long are you going to hide until?"
Qin Wentian glanced at Zong Hong as he shook his head in his heart, "Zong Hong, your goal shouldn't be to provoke me. You should focus on improving your swordsmanship and comprehend the second level of Mandate."
Zong Hong's countenance turned even colder when he heard the tone in Qin Wentian's voice. He berated, "Comprehending the second level of Mandate isn't something that can be done in a day or two. What qualifications do you have to lecture me? There were so many times when I asked you to battle, but you chose to avoid me. And now, after hiding for a few days, you want to seek the protection of the clan leader the moment you return?"
The others all stared at Qin Wentian, many of them had mocking expressions on their faces. Upon seeing this scene, Qin Wentian shook his head lightly as he continued walking forward.
"Such a coward, how can you be fit to be the Sword Son of my Zong Clan? Why don't you hand over the Sword Son's sword and let me wield it?" Zong Hong's tone grew increasingly arrogant, incessantly provoking Qin Wentian. Beside him, a few silhouettes were coldly smiling at Qin Wentian.
"All of you, wait for me here."
Qin Wentian faintly spoke as he sped away together with Zong Qian. Zong Hong and the rest froze as they stared at the back view of Qin Wentian and coldly laughed, "Fine, I will wait for you here."
The crowd all had expressions of interest on their faces. As the news circulated, the younger generations of the Zong Clan all gathered here. There were some who disdained Qin Wentian's status as the Sword Son, while there were others who simply wanted to see how outstanding the Sword Son was.
Qin Wentian and Zong Qian found the clan leader, Zong Yi, only to see Zong Yi looking at them with a smile on his face.
"Uncle Zong." Qin Wentian called out. Zong Yi nodded his head, "I heard that you weren't in the Zong Clan these few days. What brings you here today?"
"I won't hide it from Uncle Zong, I need some Yuan Meteor Stones. It's just that I'm a little short on money recently, so I need to borrow some from Uncle Zong." Qin Wentian smiled bitterly. Although he was the successor of the Azure Emperor, he hadn't done anything for the Zong Clan yet. If he were to ask for Yuan Meteor Stones, Qin Wentian would feel a little uncomfortable. He wasn't the kind of person who liked to ask for things.
"If you need them, just tell me. What's the use of borrowing them?" Zong Yi waved his hands as numerous Yuan Meteor Stones appeared on the ground. These were all from the 4th Heavenly Layer, and contained a terrifying amount of energy within, causing Zong Qian to have a look of shock on his face.
The clan leader was truly good to Qin Wentian.
"Not enough." Qin Wentian had a bitter smile on his face. His Astral Novas were different from others, the amount of Yuan Meteor Stones he needed was much higher.
Zong Yi started, glancing at Qin Wentian before he understood. Smiling, he replied, "Good, good."
After which, he waved his hands again. This time around, the Yuan Meteor Stones piled up, taller than a person, causing Zong Qian to involuntarily draw in a breath of cold air.
Qin Wentian waved his hands, collecting the Yuan Meteor Stones into his interspatial ring. He then turned his gaze onto Zong Yi as he stated, "Uncle Zong, I will participate in the contest for the sword range."
Zong Yi nodded his head lightly, as he smiled, "If you go, I can rest assured. The rights to the sword range for the next ten years should belong to my Zong Clan."
"I'll make a move first." Qin Wentian bade his farewell, and Zong Qian naturally followed him. Staring at Qin Wentian's gaze, Zong Qian was speechless. This fellow, what exactly did he discuss with the clan leader that day? The way the clan leader treated him didn't seem to be the same as how one would treat a junior.
Qin Wentian returned to the training grounds. Standing in the air, he stared down at Zong Hong and the rest as his countenance abruptly turned sharp. The Qin Wentian at this moment, no one dared to look him in the eye. His demeanor had completely changed.
"Those who are unwilling to accept my position as the Sword Son, feel free to step out." Qin Wentian stated. As the sound of his voice faded, several people coldly snorted, standing together with Zong Hong. They were all the Sword Sons of this generation.
"Attack together," Qin Wentian emotionlessly spoke, his long hair fluttering in the wind, his tone incomparably arrogant.
Zong Hong and the rest coldly snorted, as a terrifying sharpness shot up into the skies, aiming for Qin Wentian.
The keening of a sword as it was unsheathed caused a cold light to envelop the entire space. For a moment, silence reigned.
"Feel it well." Qin Wentian took a step forward. Instantly, the ancient sword strapped on his back was unsheathed by half a foot, yet it wasn't fully unsheathed yet. The keening of the sword rang out, and the people below only felt their sharpness being sealed, as though they were being sliced apart by an invisible force.
"Bzzz!" Qin Wentian took another step forward, and the ancient sword was once again unsheathed by half a foot.
The sword keening rang out again, as the cold light it emitted was akin to blood. Exclamations of shock rang out, only to see Zong Hong and the rest feeling a chill on their faces as fresh blood flowed out from their cheeks.
For a moment, their faces were filled with terror as they stared at Qin Wentian who was descending from the skies. The sharpness of his sword intent enveloped the Heavens and Earth, as though he was the king of swords.
"You guys are not fit to cultivate the sword."
As the sound of Qin Wentian's voice faded, he took another step forward. The Heavens and Earth keened as the sword keened. Piercing sounds rang out as Zong Hong and the rest directly collapsed onto the ground. Their robes were torn apart as fresh blood seeped out from their necks. If the sword had penetrated even an inch deeper, they would have died.
The entire training ground was deathly silent. Everyone stared at the person who was descending from the skies, their countenances filled with terror.
"Hmph!" A cold snort rang out, causing the hearts of the crowd to tremble. Qin Wentian flicked his sleeves as he stepped forward. In the blink of an eye, that towering sword might vanished without a trace!
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