Chapter 319: Chapter 220: The 123456 of the Sword Scripture, Has Elder Lin Seen It?_1
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At dusk, a series of thunderous sounds erupted, and amidst this thunderous sky, a winding Fire Dragon shot straight up into the heavens.
It dyed the world around it red, like the glow of dawn.
Lin Duo soared upwards, a grim smile on his lips. With one hand, he seemed to lift the firmament itself as the frenzied Solar True Fire gathered bit by bit on the already battered platform.
"Su Bei, today you will understand what it means to be Half-Step into Dao Integration, what it means to command the forces of heaven and earth!"
"Even Xi Qingyi is but an opponent I could defeat in a single strike before me. I respect your courage, but I also laugh at your foolishness!"
"I have waited a long time for this day!"
...
Not far away, Wenren Pingxin watched this scene, her thin lips tightly pursed. She looked back at Mo Xingjian, who had followed her, her eyes fierce.
"Is this how you handled the task I entrusted to you?"
Mo Xingjian remained silent, only bowing his head slightly and murmuring softly, "Sister, it is said that not even the entire Sword Sect could stop Ancestor Shangguan back then. He still went to the Cang River alone."
...
The words Wenren Pingxin wanted to say caught in her throat. She didn’t reply, instead looking at Su Bei with a complex gaze and sighing softly, "It’s not the same, though."
Ultimately, Su Bei’s actions seemed to be a matter of momentary, prideful contention.
What she didn’t know was that in Su Bei’s heart, such matters of pride were insignificant. The most important thing to him was a promise he had once made to her.
Su Bei admitted he didn’t harbor any grand ideals or pursuits; he had always been easygoing with those around him.
He was particularly appreciative of the opposite sex; in that era, he would undoubtedly have been considered a shameless womanizer.
Yet, he knew that a man should never make promises lightly.
One must always honor one’s word.
Just then, a faint layer of purple began to stain the horizon, this smear of purple expanding rapidly.
The Purple Qi arrives from the east.
Before Lin Duo, a seething sea of fire, filled with countless terrifying flames, swept towards Su Bei’s location. Simultaneously, the sunlight grew increasingly intense, filling the entire field of vision with a golden light.
The sky was split in two, distinctly separated: one part azure-purple, one part golden-yellow.
Above the Elder’s Platform, Key Smoke finally shook off her distracted state. Her gaze fixed on the platform, though it was unclear if she was watching the battle or a particular person.
"It seems Elder Lin is even stronger than when he fought Elder Xi Qingyi," someone remarked.
...
A Sacred Land elder watched Lin Duo’s figure with a grave expression, sensing a hint of Dao Integration emanating from him.
In the Daoist Sect Residence, Tong Xiu opened his eyes the moment Su Bei arrived. Gazing thoughtfully at the surrounding world, he mumbled to himself, "So, it was him that night?"
Below, cultivators from the various Sects were all talking at once, awed by the violent Spiritual Energy around them.
"Elder Lin should now rank as the most powerful cultivator beneath Elder Tong."
"With such terrifying Spiritual Energy and the ability to command the forces of heaven and earth, Elder Su... alas!"
An elder from one of the Sects shook his head, his expression complex, and sighed, "When Elder Su was at the Mid Stage Refining Void Realm, he could barely touch the threshold of Half-Step into Dao Integration. Now that he has broken through to the Late Stage, he’s likely only at Elder Xi Qingyi’s level..."
"The conflict between Wuhua Palace and the Sword Sect is well known. Elder Su shouldn’t have come!"
"I’m afraid he’ll be gravely injured again and suffer lasting ailments."
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It was a very objective and rational analysis, and the surrounding Disciples nodded in agreement. However, one Disciple’s eyes shone with excited tears.
"It’s precisely because Elder Su dared to come that I admire him the most!"
"This is the true spirit of the Sword Sect: to fight even when knowing defeat is certain!"
When the Disciple finished speaking, the other Disciples fell silent, but their tightly clenched fists showed their agreement.
The Sword Sect’s opposition to Wuhua Palace was a source of great consternation among the world’s Sects. The feud had escalated gradually through a series of minor frictions.
Yet, the enmity between the two individuals on the platform was intensely palpable.
Su Bei stood quietly in place, Great Dao Qi emanating from his body, suppressing the surrounding Spiritual Energy to the point that it could not flow.
He reached out and grasped the Qingping Sword as it rose slowly from the Sword Box.
It is often said that the prowess of a Magic Treasure depends on its user. Given Su Bei’s current low cultivation realm, he naturally couldn’t unleash the Qingping Sword’s full power.
However, a sword such as this was long past being an ordinary blade; its spiritual nature was far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.
This was why Su Bei had performed the ritual of borrowing power from the Qingping Sword by offering incense before the battle.
He looked up at his opponent, who seemed to have victory already in his grasp and regarded him as one might an ant. Su Bei then spoke lightly, "Haven’t I also waited a very long time for this day?"
In the battles of Sword Cultivators, relative strength is one matter, determining who is superior is another, and distinguishing between victory, defeat, life, and death is yet another entirely.
To challenge the strong when weak, to possess an unyielding ferocity that emanates from one’s very bones!
That is the way of the Sword Cultivator!
"Hmph, then let Lin Mo witness Elder Su’s methods," Lin Duo said.
"Sword Scripture—Lin Mo has already experienced Sword Seven and Sword Eight. I trust Elder Su will allow Lin Mo to witness One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six!"
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Lin Duo waved his hand, and the vast expanse of flames in the sky descended toward Su Bei. The horsetail whisk in his hand swirled with scorching Solar True Fire, his lips curled in a mocking sneer as he said, "This is Solar True Fire, the most Yang fire in the world!
"Elder Su, it’s not too late to withdraw. Otherwise, Lin Mo cannot guarantee this strike won’t reduce you to ash!"