The Chi Yue Sword Faction was located in a low-ranked cultivation country in the Rain World, the Chi Nation. It was the number one sword faction in the Chi Nation.
Ning Fan stood at the foot of the Chi Yue Mountain with the silly Little Zhihe following beside him. They were admiring the scenery along the way, feeling extremely delighted.
After Mu Haitang's appearance turned into Zhihe, her personality also changed slightly. In the end, she was almost exactly the same as Zhihe.
He did not care whether this dream was real or not. As long as he was here, no one could hurt Zhihe.
He occupied Zhou Chen's body, and his cultivation was at Zhou Chen's level when he was 16 years old.
Third level Vein Opening Realm was indeed weak.
In the dream, Ning Fan did not inherit any cultivation base or body refinement realm from his original body. However, the power of his intent realm was still there.
Ning Fan closed his eyes. Pieces of black snowflakes condensed on his palm.
Each snowflake was the power of a concept. His memory concept existed in the form of the Seven Apricot Blizzard.
With the power of the Memory Intent Realm, even though Ning Fan was only at the Third Level of the Vein Opening Realm, he could be invincible in Chi Country which was just a low-grade cultivation country.
In a low-grade cultivation country, the strongest cultivator was at the Gold Core Realm. However, Ning Fan could freeze a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator with just a wave of his hand!
Apart from that, he also had the Immortal Trapping Sword Will, which could also injure the enemy.
"With me here, no one can hurt Zhihe. However, as far as I know, there isn't any Chi Nation among the eight hundred cultivation countries in the Rain World. It seems like it was annihilated ten thousand years ago … "
"The first style of Zhou Chen's Sorrowful Sword is called Ten Years of Life and Death. If that's the case, ten years will pass in this broken dream …"
"If I want to break this sword and leave the Dream World, I must not feel any sorrow for the next ten years. The greatest sorrow in this dream was naturally Mu Haitang's death, which left Zhou Chen with endless pain. I only need to protect Zhihe for ten years without a single hair on her head. Ten years without sorrow, and this dream can be broken! "
After a long time, Ning Fan withdrew his thoughts and led Mu Haitang up the stairs of the mountain.
Scarlet Mountain was extremely tall, tens of thousands of zhang in height. Moreover, it was a dangerous peak with tigers, leopards, insects, and snakes everywhere. In the eyes of mortals, Scarlet Moon Mountain was a peerless mountain that could not be climbed.
Mu Haitang was just a mortal woman with a weak body. After half a day's effort, she had only climbed three thousand feet. She was already panting.
Ning Fan turned around and saw Mu Haitang sweating profusely. He crouched down and carried her on his back.
Mu Haitang's beautiful eyes were in a trance. She leaned on Ning Fan's back and suddenly revealed an expression as if she had just woken up from a dream.
"Big, big brother Fan, I dreamed of you again!" Very good, this Mu Haitang's existence had been completely erased, and the dream had completely replaced Mu Haitang with Zhihe.
"You're awake?" Ning Fan's tone became gentle but his eyes became solemn.
Dreams were indeed very mysterious and unfathomable. You thought that everything in the dream was real, but when you woke up, everything was empty. It was just an illusion.
However, if dreams were all illusory, Zhihe could always meet Ning Fan again and again in his dreams.
It was hard to tell whether life and death in a dream was real or fake.
However, Ning Fan was even more convinced that even if it was a dream, he would protect Zhi He and not let her get hurt in her dreams.
"Big Brother Fan, I missed you so much …"
"I know. Rest for a while, I'll take you to a place."
Ning Fan had thousands of words in his heart but he could only smile bitterly. He had been running around and killing people like scything flax for his entire life. He also longed to return to Yue Country. However, he had too many unfinished business and could not return.
On the mountain path, only Zhihe's words were left. Ning Fan listened attentively. Occasionally, ferocious beasts would rush out from the forest and block the path. Ning Fan's ferocious eyes could scare the birds and beasts away.
His baleful qi and devil might were still there.
Half a day later, they arrived at the peak of the mountain. It was already midnight. The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse.
Magnificent jade buildings with bright lights floated in the clouds above the mountain peak, making it look like a fairyland.
Among the clouds, young men and women came and went on their flying swords. All of them were sword cultivators. This Chi Yue Sword Faction was indeed the number one sword sect in Chi Country.
It was such a beautiful night scene, but Zhihe was not in the mood to enjoy it. She had already fallen asleep.
"Halt!"
Suddenly, six disciples who were guarding the mountain appeared in front of Ning Fan, blocking his way. Each of them had a cultivation base at the Seventh Level of the Vein Opening Realm and each of them carried a sword on their back.
Their gazes drifted to Ning Fan. When they saw that he was only at the Third Level of the Vein Opening Realm, their eyes were filled with disdain.
Then, they glanced at Zhihe. When they saw her beautiful face, they were stunned and their eyes flashed with amazement.
What a beautiful lady!
"I'm the deacon who guards the mountain, Yu Wei. Who are you?! Why did you bring a young lady into my Chi Yue Sword Faction?! "
The leader of the six disciples who were guarding the mountain spoke. He was at the Eighth Level of the Vein Opening Realm. He slightly released his aura force towards Ning Fan with the intention to intimidate him.
"I am Zhou Chen!"
Ning Fan casually flicked his sleeve. A breeze rose from his sleeve and dispersed Yu Wei's aura force. His expression was still as calm as an ancient well.
However, the six disciples who were guarding the mountain were repelled by the force of Ning Fan's sleeve. They coughed out blood at the same time and their eyes were filled with astonishment!
Even if it was a dream, Ning Fan would not be intimidated by a junior at the Vein Opening Realm. Besides, he really disliked the way the six of them looked at Zhihe.
* Hiss *
All the disciples who were guarding the mountain including Yu Wei sucked in a cold breath.
The carefree young man with a sword on his back was Zhou Chen! Moreover, this Zhou Chen was only at the third level of the Vein Opening Realm, yet he was able to block the aura of the eighth level of the Vein Opening Realm and injure six deacon disciples with just a wave of his hand. His means were really amazing!
"So it's Senior Martial Brother Zhou Chen. Pardon me, pardon me … The Sect Master has already given the order to accept Senior Martial Brother Zhou Chen as his disciple and make him the First Disciple of the Chi Yue Sword Faction. If Senior Martial Brother comes to the sect, you can head straight to the Smoky Sword Pavilion and go into seclusion to comprehend the sword for ten years … After ten years, if Senior Martial Brother is ranked in the top ten of the Hundred Sects Sword Competition, you can leave the sect freely and no one will be able to stop you."
When Yu Wei and the others looked at Ning Fan, their eyes were filled with fear. They were not only afraid of Ning Fan's identity but also afraid of his terrifying strength that could injure someone just by raising his hand.
No one dared to look at Zhihe for fear of angering Ning Fans. No matter where one went, strength would always be respected.
"It won't happen again."
Ning Fan left a warning, carried Zhihe and entered the mountain gate.
Along the way, the reception disciples had already been ordered by Yu Wei to lead the way respectfully for Ning Fan. After turning left and right, they finally arrived at a pavilion that was filled with dense spiritual qi. It was the Smoky Sword Pavilion.
There were twelve servants in the pavilion. Each of them had a cultivation base of the fifth level of the Vein Opening Realm and above. All of them could be considered as the elite disciples of the sect. However, they were sent here to serve Ning Fan.
As for the so-called master of the sect, he did not show up from the beginning to the end and accepted Zhou Chen into the sect. There was also no assessment of the sect.
Zhou Chen was a genius sword cultivator since he was young. He was chosen by the sect master of the Chi Yue Sect and passed the assessment in the mountain village. Therefore, he did not need to take any assessment after he entered the sect.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Zhou Chen! The sect master has already predicted that Senior Brother would come tonight. He ordered Senior Brother to rest early. Tomorrow, he will personally come to the Smoky Sword Pavilion to impart his cultivation technique to you! "The twelve servants looked respectful but their eyes were filled with disdain.
"Understood."
"This woman cannot enter the Smoky Sword Pavilion! The Smoky Sword Pavilion is a pavilion that was left behind by the founding ancestor of the sect. Without the sect master's order, no outsider is allowed to enter! "A few of the servants looked at Zhihe with disdain and tried to stop her in a domineering manner.
"She is my wife. There is nothing wrong with me bringing her into the Smoky Sword Pavilion. What I cultivate is the Sword of Emotion. My master will understand. If any of you continue to stop me, you will die! "
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying baleful qi spread out from his body, causing the servants and disciples to become submissive. They no longer dared to show any disdain or objection.
They could not understand why a mere Third Level Vein Opening Realm junior would have such a terrifying baleful qi!
Zhou Chen had achieved success at a young age. Of course, his fame was boundless. However, all of this glory would turn into bone-piercing sorrow ten years later.
Zhihe was sleeping peacefully. Ning Fan sat on the bed, guarding her while meditating with his legs crossed.
From time to time, his gaze would sweep across the Smoky Sword Pavilion. He could faintly sense a trace of incomplete sword intent from it.
That sword intent was left behind by the founding ancestor of the Chi Yue Sword Sect in the pavilion. It had not been successfully condensed and could only be considered as a half-finished sword intent.
Rumor has it that Old Ancestor Chi Yue was only at the Nascent Soul Realm. It was already rare for him to be able to touch the edge of the sword intent. It was not surprising that he did not manage to condense the sword intent completely.
Ning Fan closed his eyes and comprehended this trace of incomplete sword intent. That sword intent was ethereal like smoke. It made the sword look like smoke and made the smoke look like a sword …
He gently lifted his finger and a trace of ethereal sword light slowly rose from the tip of his finger.
He spent the entire night comprehending this sword intent and gradually gained some insights.
This ethereal sword intent was quite similar to Zhou Chen's sword intent.
Most likely, Zhou Chen's future sword intent would be comprehended from this sword mist.
He still had to wait in the Dream Realm for another ten years. Ten years without sorrow was a good choice to cultivate this sword intent.
Suddenly, a sinister sneer came from outside the room, interrupting Ning Fan's comprehension of the sword intent.
"Zhou Chen, you are really careful. You actually brought Mu Haitang with you when you left the village to become a disciple. Even though I did not manage to kill her in the village, killing her tonight will still be the same. I will certainly destroy your Dao of Emotion and ruin your future!"
A Daoist who wore black robes and carried a sword on his back suddenly sneaked into the Smoky Sword Pavilion. His finger technique was Harmonious Spirit Sword Light and he slashed at Zhihe who was sleeping soundly.
Ning Fan's eyes darkened. He guessed that this Daoist who was hiding his identity was most likely the culprit who killed Zhou Chen's beloved and made him sad for the rest of his life.
He could kill Zhou Chen's wife but he could never hurt Ning Fan's wife.
"You're courting death!"
Ning Fan reached out his hand and made a grabbing motion in the air. An unimaginable sword intent turned into strands of sword threads and engulfed the Daoist who carried the sword, instantly turning him into a mist of blood.
The Daoist's eyes widened in anger. They were filled with disbelief and fear.
Even until his death, he could not understand why a junior at the Third Level of the Vein Opening Realm could kill a dignified Harmonious Spirit Realm cultivator like him with just a raise of his hand!
He wanted to beg for mercy. However, he could not even do that in Ning Fan's hands. He could only die!
He died with everlasting regret!
Ning Fan flicked his sleeve. A breeze blew from his sleeve, dispersing the blood mist of the Daoist without leaving a trace.
With his cultivation base, no one would be able to find out if he wanted to silence a Harmonious Spirit Realm cultivator.
That night, the life plate of the vice sect master of the Chi Yue Sword Faction was shattered. He died mysteriously and the entire sect was in chaos. No one suspected that it was Ning Fan's doing.
If Ning Fan killed this person, Mu Haitang would not die. In that case, Ning Fan would not have to suffer ten years of sorrow. Zhou Chen's sorrowful sword could not hurt Ning Fan!
The next day, the sect master of the Chi Yue Sect came to the Smoky Sword Pavilion and gave Ning Fan a large amount of pills and cultivation methods. Then, he left in a hurry. It seemed like he was going to investigate the death of the vice sect master.
He was Zhou Chen's master who treated Zhou Chen very well. To Zhou Chen, his death was another source of sorrow.
Within ten years, Ning Fan did not go out at all. He stayed in the Smoky Sword Pavilion all the time to protect Zhihe.
He fulfilled all her requests for pills. He also prepared some sword cultivation methods thoroughly.
Ning Fan had never practiced sword techniques systematically. In Zhou Chen's remnant dream, he started cultivating diligently as a Vein Opening Realm sword cultivator for ten years.
His qi had already reached the Late Harmonious Spirit Realm a long time ago. However, he only told others that he was only at the Tenth Level of the Vein Opening Realm.
During the ten years, Zhihe slept more than she woke up. When she woke up occasionally, she was still in a daze. However, with Ning Fan's protection, she was never in any danger.
On the tenth year, Zhihe's figure slowly faded and disappeared from the dream.
As for the traces of memories that originally belonged to Zhou Chen, they were also obtained by Ning Fan during these ten years.
Ning Fan protected Zhihe for ten years until she left the remnant dream. No one could harm her. Ning Fan did not have any regrets nor sorrow. He would not be hurt by the sorrowful sword.
As long as he broke Zhou Chen's sorrowful sword in the tenth year, he would be able to defeat Zhou Chen.
According to Zhou Chen's memories, he should have become Chi Yue's disciple and comprehended the sword for ten years. Ten years later, he obtained the quota to leave the sect and returned to the village.
However, when Zhou Chen returned to the village, he found out that his true love had already passed away for ten years. Until that moment, all his glory turned into dust and all his love was shattered. He cut off the only remaining Weeping Silk Begonia in the village and turned it into a wooden sword. After that, he cultivated diligently for one hundred years just to take revenge!
Ning Fan did not participate in the sword competition. He directly turned into a ray of sword light and left Chi Yue, returning to the village.
The illusions around him showed signs of collapsing. It was a sign that his sword technique was being broken.
* Bang *
The remnant dream that lasted for ten years suddenly collapsed when Ning Fan stepped into the village.
The village was just like ten years ago. It was peaceful and happy. There was no one who killed them and there was no sorrow.
Under Ning Fan's protection, Mu Haitang did not die and there was no sorrow.
Without sorrow, a sorrowful sword would not be a sorrowful sword. The first style, Ten Years of Life and Death, was broken!
Ten years in the dream was just a blink of an eye in the outside world.
In these ten years, Ning Fan had built the foundation of sword cultivation which made up for some of the shortcomings of his Sword Dao.
After receiving a sword attack from Zhou Chen, he benefited a lot.
After breaking the illusion, Ning Fan who was in the real world suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes flashed and shattered all of Zhou Chen's sword intent.
"The first style of your sword intent is ineffective against me!"
"What?!" Outside the Thunder Court Pavilion, the expressions of the three Void Glimpse Stage experts changed greatly when they saw Ning Fan actually opened his eyes and broke the illusion of his sword intent. Even Hong Yi was slightly surprised.
Even Void Inquiry Stage or Void Pierce Stage old monsters would fall into the illusion after being bewitched by Zhou Chen's sword attack.
However, Ning Fan directly broke the sword intent with the first style and woke up!
Zhou Chen's eyes flashed with a hint of respect. In his entire life, he had only met three people who could wake up from the first style of the sword intent. They were Yun Tianjue, the Sword Sovereign of the Sword World and the Four Heavens Rogue Immortals. Ning Fan was the fourth!
Sure enough, he did not misjudge Ning Fan. Ning Fan was a rare genius in sword cultivation. In terms of innate talent in the Dao of Sword, Ning Fan was even above him!
"My sword technique is divided into four styles. Even though you woke up from the first style, the four styles of sword intent have yet to be completely defeated! The first sorrow, Ten Years of Life and Death! "
At this moment, Zhou Chen no longer wanted to win the battle against Ning Fan. He only wanted to learn from him.
Ning Fan nodded his head, signaling Zhou Chen to use his full strength. By fighting against Zhou Chen, his Sword Dao could also be verified and improved greatly.
Zhou Chen turned the tip of his sword. A wave of intense sorrow drowned Ning Fan.
"I joined the Chi Yue Sword Faction at the age of sixteen and bid farewell to Hai Tang. However, I didn't know that after that day, we would be separated forever. She died in the hands of my evil disciple but I didn't know about it. When I found out about her death, it was already ten years later. I have been waiting for ten years for her to be with me again. I have been waiting for ten years for her! However, what I got in return was my life … She died! This first style of the sorrowful sword contains the regret of my entire life. I can't make up for it. I can't tell it. I can't forget it and I can't turn back! The sorrow of this sword can kill a Void Glimpse Stage expert! "
* Chi *
A sense of sorrow swept across the Thunder Official Pavilion like tidal waves. When the three Void Glimpse Stage experts saw this sword technique, all of them were filled with deep fear.
Ning Fan stood at the center of the sword intent without moving an inch. His mind would only be locked by the sword intent once. There would not be a second time.
Waves of pain came from his heart. That pain was the regret of not being able to protect his beloved.
Ning Fan's eyes were filled with emotion. If the woman he loved died and he only found out about it ten years later, he would certainly feel the same heart-wrenching pain and deep regret. Therefore, he could not take a wrong step in his life. He must not leave any regrets behind.
That was why he would rather bear the notoriety of the world than to have any regrets in this life!
"Bang!"
His Dao Heart was firm. It would not be shaken by sorrow. He opened his mouth and swallowed all the sorrow of Zhou Chen's ten years of life and death.
He recalled his understanding of the sword mist and sword intent in the Ten Years Broken Dream. Just like Zhou Chen, he casually grabbed a wooden chair at the side. The wooden shavings were crushed and condensed into a wooden sword.
A weak sword intent but a strong intent!
A wave of sorrowful sword intent that was the same as Zhou Chen's condensed on the wooden sword!
"I also know the sorrow of ten years of life and death in this sword technique!" Ning Fan's tone was flat as if he was talking about something casual. However, it made Zhou Chen's eyes filled with astonishment.
His strongest sword intent was actually stolen by Ning Fan!
The three Void Glimpse Stage experts found it even more unbelievable. It was already unimaginable that Ning Fan could break Zhou Chen's first style of sword intent. Now, he could even learn Zhou Chen's sword intent. How could this be possible?!
"What level of genius in the Dao of Sword is this young man exactly? He could actually learn the third elder's sword intent in one go!"
The three of them exclaimed. They naturally did not know that Ning Fan did not learn the third elder's sword intent in one go. Instead, he spent ten years comprehending the sword intent by following the path of Zhou Chen's sword cultivation in the Broken Dream.
Then, just like Zhou Chen, he melted his sorrow into the sword mist and cultivated the first style of the Sorrowful Sword.
Hong Yi's cold eyes were slightly moved. Ning Fan had once again exceeded her expectations.
Zhou Chen's sword edge slashed horizontally. Since he could not defeat Ning Fan with the first style of sword intent, he needed to use the second style.
"I joined the Chi Yue Sword Faction and cultivated to the Tenth Level of the Vein Opening Realm in ten years. When I found out that my true love had died and that the enemy was a Harmonious Spirit Realm old monster, I betrayed the Chi Yue Sword Faction and cultivated bitterly for one hundred years. After one hundred years, I attained the Gold Core Realm and slaughtered the Chi Yue Sword Faction! I endured the pain of missing her and sat alone in my cave for one hundred years like meditating. Every day was filled with sorrow. Ten years of life and death can slay a Void Glimpse Stage cultivator. One hundred years of loneliness can slay a Void Inquiry Stage cultivator! "
Ning Fan suddenly raised his head. His black hair danced wildly in the air. His wooden sword also imitated Zhou Chen's sword. On the basis of ten years of life and death, he extended one hundred years of loneliness.
Ning Fan also had loneliness. His loneliness was not the loneliness of guarding a sorrowful hut alone. Instead, it was the loneliness of facing the bloody sea of cultivation alone.
His loneliness was different from Zhou Chen's. However, he could understand Zhou Chen's sorrow.
Standing in the middle of the sword intent, Ning Fan was unscathed. His eyes, however, became deeper and deeper.
"The third style, One Thousand Years Intertwining! The fourth style, Ten Thousand Years Drifting! When I annihilated Chi Yue, I obtained a trace of Haitang's soul from that Evil Daoist. I carved the Silk Haitang Tree at the entrance of the village into a wooden sword and sealed a trace of her soul into the sword. She became my sword! For ten thousand years of drifting, only her sword accompanied me. She accompanied me through life and death. Even though she was sad, she did not abandon me! As long as the sword exists, I will exist. If the sword dies, I will die! "
"The reason why I can't attain the Void Pierce Stage is because my intent realm can't improve further. It's not that I can't do it. It's just that I'm unwilling … My sorrow will make even me sink into it. As long as I abandon all my sorrow and forget everything that happened between me and her, I can attain the Void Pierce Stage. However, I'm unwilling!"
"If the price of attaining a breakthrough in my cultivation base is forgetting about her, I would rather give up my cultivation base!"
Zhou Chen's eyes were filled with sorrow. His innate talent was exceptional. If it wasn't because he could not bear to let go of Mu Haitang, he would certainly be a Void Fragmentation Realm expert now.
However, he could not bear to … He could not let go …
The waves of sorrow did not give Ning Fan any chance to catch his breath. They drowned him once again.
Zhou Chen's sorrow intent had already been activated to the maximum. Within his sorrow, there were his memories and his Dao.
More and more sorrow seeped into Ning Fan's heart. However, his heart became firmer and firmer.
From the beginning, he had never felt sorrow for Zhou Chen. Even now, he would not feel sorrow for him.
Using his memory intent realm, he peeked into Zhou Chen's memories. He could clearly see every trace of sorrow in Zhou Chen's heart.
Ten years of life and death, countless humans and ghosts. One hundred years of loneliness and desolation. A thousand years of intertwining, tearing one's liver and intestines apart. Ten thousand years of drifting, abandoning love and entering madness.
Ning Fan closed his eyes. He was like Zhou Chen who had experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes after losing his true love. Following the traces of Zhou Chen's memories, he finally understood his sword intent.
Ning Fan understood the Four Styles of the Sorrowful Sword one by one. His eyes seemed to be filled with tears as if he was affected by Zhou Chen's sorrow. As soon as his tears fell, his heart would be filled with sorrow and tens of thousands of swords would pierce through it.
He opened his eyes and the memory intent realm enveloped his body. Gradually, all the sorrow that pierced his heart was devoured by the memory intent realm.
Ning Fan opened his palm. Traces of black snowflakes were slowly condensing into a small black sword which shone with a strange luster of the Great Dao.
This small black sword was formed by devouring Zhou Chen's sorrowful sword intent with the power of his memory.
His memory intent realm had broken through to the Grand Completion Realm!
After devouring Zhou Chen's sword intent, Ning Fan condensed a sword intent realm that belonged to him.
"Ten years of life and death, one hundred years of loneliness. A thousand years of intertwining and ten thousand years of drifting. It's not impossible to cut off all the sorrowful memories! I have comprehended a sword technique from your memories. It's called … the Memory Severing Dao Sword! Perhaps it can help you break through to the Void Pierce Stage. If you can't get rid of her memories, you can sweep away the sorrow in your heart and only remember the happy times you spent with her in the past. That way, you can also break through to the Void Pierce Stage. Slash! "
Ning Fan raised his hand. The small black sword flew up from his palm and cut off all the sorrowful intent.
Zhou Chen felt a sharp pain in his Sea of Consciousness. All the sorrowful memories that were cut off by this strange small sword vanished one after another.
* Dong *
He fell heavily on his knees with astonishment in his eyes.
He was astonished because Ning Fan had condensed a sword with the help of the Four Styles of the Sorrowful Sword and this sword could cut off one's memories!
All the power of Zhou Chen's sorrowful intent came from the painful memories of the past. If his memories are cut off, the sorrowful intent would no longer exist.
"You've lost!"
Ning Fan's eyes indifferently glanced at Zhou Chen. He raised his hand and kept the small black sword away. Then, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.
Today, after receiving a sword attack from Zhou Chen, he had used his ten thousand years of sorrow to achieve the Grand Completion Realm of his memory intent realm and condensed the Memory Severing Dao Sword. It was definitely a rare gain!
When he held the sword in his hand, Ning Fan took a closer look at it and realized that it had two great abilities.
Firstly, it could erase the memories of others. Secondly, it could destroy the intent realm of others.
If there is someone like Zhou Chen who fights against Ning Fan using intent realm, Ning Fan could defeat him with a single sword attack using the Memory Severing Dao Sword!
"What exactly is that small black sword? It could actually destroy all of the third elder's sword intent with a single sword attack!"
"I can't see through it. I can't see through it at all! This sword is too profound. It's not something that I can understand! "
"I seem to have read a similar rumor about this sword from an ancient book … This sword seems to be … What … What is it again …?"
The three Void Glimpse Stage experts were astonished by the power of the small black sword.
Hong Yi was the only one who clenched her fists and said with astonishment flashing across her blood-red eyes.
"This is a Dao Weapon with intent realm. According to the ancient books, only cultivators who have grasped the second step of intent realm can condense the power of their intent realm into a Great Dao Weapon when their intent realm is at the Grand Completion Realm. It possesses great power."
"W-What?! This black sword is a Dao Weapon! This means that the intent realm that Zhou Ming has comprehended is the Void Intent Realm of the Second Step. Moreover, he has already cultivated his intent realm to the Grand Completion Realm when he is just at the Divine Transformation Realm! "
"Second step Concept! Let's not talk about the second-step intent realm he has comprehended. Almost no one in the Nine Realms has comprehended the second-step intent realm. Even in the Four Heavens Immortal Realm, those who can comprehend the second-step intent realm are mostly Perfected Immortals! "
"Perfect Concept! Generally speaking, only old monsters of the Absolute Void Stage can cultivate their intent realm to perfection and completely comprehend the word 'void'. However, this young man has already attained perfection in his intent realm even though he has yet to attain the Void Refinement Realm. His future is limitless! "
The eyes of the three Void Glimpse Stage experts were filled with deep astonishment.
Zhou Chen half-knelt on the ground. The sorrow in his eyes gradually dissipated, revealing a look of defeat.
"Not only did Little Friend receive my sword strike, but you even broke all of my intent realm with a backhand strike. In terms of the strength of my intent realm, this old man has lost to Little Friend … Later on, this old man will bring forty stalks of one hundred thousand years old spirit herbs and hand them over to Little Friend. Young friend, please wait for a moment. This old man will first cripple an arm to apologize to Miss. "
"There's no need. Hurry up and get the medicine!" Hong Yi's tone was ice-cold. Her eyes were filled with displeasure and impatience.
She never said that she wanted to chop off Zhou Chen's arm. It was all Zhou Chen's own words.
"Uh …" Zhou Chen's eyes widened in bewilderment.
In the past, Hong Yi would certainly kill anyone who disobeys her orders. Chopping off an arm was considered a light punishment.
The current Hong Yi actually knew how to sympathize with her subordinates. It was really surprising.
"Master's personality … has changed a little!" Zhou Chen's eyes were filled with worry. Hopefully, the change in Hong Yi's personality was in a good direction.
Zhou Chen shifted his gaze to Ning Fan again and let out a deep sigh.
Ning Fan swallowed his sorrow and condensed the black sword Dao Weapon. It really shocked Zhou Chen.
"This young man is worthy enough for Master to recruit with all her might. He is qualified to obtain one hundred thousand years old spiritual herbs! In the future, he will certainly be a powerful aid to Master's revenge! "
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