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Chapter 560 True Dragon Essence Blood: Behold the Sword Light!
"Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique!"

The old man sighed, "The signature technique of the twenty-eighth peak master of Yaohua Peak—the swordsmanship of that Prince Fuhai!"

"Unexpectedly, this skill, which has been lost for nearly a thousand years, has found a successor in this generation."

The Yaohua Sect's enduring strength among the eighteen lineages is precisely due to its exceptionally talented founder. That prince, born into an imperial family, abandoned his imperial status to challenge the heavens with his sword, coming within a step of becoming a supreme grandmaster, yet he met a tragic end. Even now, many believe that if this Prince Fuhai hadn't died, Fangcun Mountain's history would have gained another supreme grandmaster.

However, he also left behind this unpredictable and powerful "Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique," which roamed freely throughout the Central Plains of Yuzhou.

[Your eyes gleam with a jade-like luster; Feng Qingge also possesses the early stage of the Heavenly Gate realm. Her five slender fingers gently gripped the hilt of her sword.]

Layers of vital energy within the sword were compressed and collapsed in a subtle way.

【"Zheng—"

The moment the sword was drawn, the surrounding spiritual energy erupted.

A sword light, as clear and cold as moonlight, as dazzling as a galaxy, suddenly burst forth!

In an instant, it cleaved the five-zhang-high arena in two, shattering the lightning bolts hurled by the spirit beast eagle.

However, a glint of shrewdness flashed in the eyes of Cang Song, the senior disciple of Dragon Scale Peak. He seemed to have anticipated this, his body suddenly shifting to the side like a dragon in flight. The lightning eagle he had just released was merely a feint.

A slight tremor came from the ground. The mountain demon, which had been silently burrowing underground, seized the moment when Feng Qingge drew her sword and burst forth from the earth!

Amidst flying earth and rocks, the mountain demon, over ten feet tall, its arms bulging with muscles, swung its heavy greatsword horizontally, adding another layer of earth elemental power to the surrounding area.

The mandrill's "Earth-based magic" can increase the surrounding gravity, such as by sinking it deep into mud.

You slightly raise your head, and at the same time, you see the Thunder Eagle high in the sky, its claws crackling with blinding lightning, before letting out a piercing shriek that tears through the air.

[The lightning transformed into a sharp whip-like shadow, lashing down fiercely from the sky!]

Both the mountain demon and the thunder eagle are ancient, exotic species. Although not pure-blooded true spirits, they are still rare hybrid descendants in the world.

If one is fortunate enough to encounter a stroke of good fortune, one may well attain the Golden Elixir of the Great Dao and achieve great things in the world.

It should be understood that, apart from those beings who are born with true spiritual energy and can take form as their Dao body at birth, there are no other beings in the world.

Other spirits and demons can only shed their beastly form and awaken their intelligence by cultivating to the Dao Embryo realm.

The secret lies in the principle of Heaven—the closer one is to humanity, the higher their potential for cultivation.

However, there are also differences in the path of transformation. Those wild, unorthodox spirits in the mountains, without a master, often rush into transformation as soon as they enter the Dao embryonic stage, resulting in them often ending up with a human body and an animal head, or only able to transform parts of their bodies. In reality, from the moment they transform, they are nourished by Heaven and Earth, becoming true "humans."

[By forcing it this way, he has essentially ruined most of his future cultivation prospects.]

These two spirit beasts before us are indeed extraordinary. Although they have reached the late stage of the Dao Embryo realm, they still maintain their original form and have not easily transformed. It is clear that they intend to undergo transformation only when they break through to the Heavenly Gate or Dragon Court realm. When they transform in the future, they will surely achieve a near-perfect humanoid Dao body, and their future achievements will naturally be even greater.

[If these two spirit beasts were demons in the mortal world, they would have long since become mountain kings in Qinghe County, devouring countless families. Even the three major families of Qinghe County would have struggled to resist them. We must ask Fangcun Mountain to descend and exorcise these demons.]

Suddenly, lightning surged across the heavens and earth as the mountain demon drew its sword and slashed horizontally! Two deadly attacks, one above and one below, instantly formed a net-like combined assault!

The elder exclaimed in admiration, "Cang Song is indeed quick-witted."

Elder Chu Qiu of Dragon Scale Peak, standing beside Nie Qingzhu, nodded slightly: "These two strange beasts of Cang Song are extraordinary. They knew that the other party possessed the 'Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique,' and therefore took precautions."

He knew his disciples well, but still said in a deep voice, "However, with such methods alone, victory will be difficult."

As expected, Elder Tian Ru of Yaohua Peak remained calm and composed, showing no sign of worry, clearly demonstrating her great confidence in Feng Qingge.

【At this very moment!】

[A sword aura surged like a rainbow, a sharp sword light piercing straight out, swift as a startled swan! Feng Qingge's figure vanished abruptly, and the next moment, the mountain demon's sword snapped in two, its massive body staggering back several steps, its left arm already dripping with blood.]

[The Thunder Eagle let out a deafening roar, its entire body crackling with eerie blue lightning, instantly forming a sky-covering electric net that sealed off a section of the arena below!]

In a flash, Feng Qingge reappeared, her body shimmering with sword light, her entire being as clear and flawless as crystal, like a piece of naturally formed jade.

No matter how much lightning Lei Ying unleashed, it couldn't even scratch the hem of her clothes!

A gasp rang out from the crowd: "It's the Great Flowing Light Technique!"

A glint of surprise flashed in the elder's eyes: "This girl is only at the Heavenly Gate Realm, yet she has already mastered sword techniques that even those at the Dragon Court Realm find difficult to learn?"

The Great Flowing Light Technique is a supreme swordsmanship secret art. The user can instantly transform into nothingness, vanishing into a realm of formlessness.

In this state, even if the heavens and earth were to collapse, it would be difficult to cause any harm; it can be described as a truly "invincible" state.

[His body is as swift as flowing light, impervious to all harm!]

Such profound and mysterious magical techniques and sword moves are something even powerful figures at the Dragon Court level might not be able to comprehend.

Seeing this, Nie Qingzhu couldn't help but sigh, "This Feng Qingge will be another pillar of Yaohua Peak in the future, ensuring its prosperity for four hundred years."

[To be able to learn the "Great Flowing Light Technique" at the Heavenly Gate Realm, Feng Qingge is likely to be among the top nine in this Star-Picking Gathering.]

[When she thought of the disciples of Xiao Qingfeng, she felt worried and disappointed; the gap between them was simply too great.]

[Feng Qingge materialized from the ethereal, appearing before Cang Song like a stream of light reflected in a mirror.]

The slender sword in her hand had been sheathed at some point, and as her red hair flew, a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

【"Zheng—"

The clear, resonant sound of the sword echoed through the heavens. This sword strike did not originate from its scabbard, but rather appeared out of thin air from the side of the void—truly unpredictable!

Cang Song frowned, his expression hesitant, but he ultimately reached for the storage pouch at his waist.

In an instant, a gigantic black python surged forth like a tidal wave, coiling itself around the entire arena.

The giant serpent coiled around the mountain hissed and flicked its tongue, its scales gleaming with an eerie light.

“Clang!”

The sharp sword light struck the snake's body, but only sparks flew; the giant python remained completely still, as if it hadn't noticed anything.

Your pupils contracted slightly. "This is..."

Elder Tian Ru of Yaohua Peak, who had been sitting upright, suddenly stood up, her usually calm face now showing disbelief.

The lower-ranking disciples watching from below the stage were even more terrified by the terrifying pressure emanating from the black snake. Those with weaker cultivation levels turned pale and fainted one after another.

The spirit beasts accompanying the disciples of Dragon Scale Peak were terrified, some even fleeing in panic with their tails between their legs.

Upon seeing this, the presiding elder immediately activated the arena's protective array using hand seals, his brow furrowed with solemnity and astonishment.

[There are cultivators nearby who possess healing magic; they have already begun treating the unconscious disciple.]

The elder's eyes widened in disbelief. "This...this is true spiritual energy?!" Nie Qingzhu was equally incredulous.

[Only Chu Qiu, standing beside you, remained calm and composed, as if he had expected this all along.]

The jade-like light that had been swirling in your eyes gradually faded, and a knowing smile appeared on your lips—for a fleeting moment, even you almost thought that Cang Song of Dragon Scale Peak had truly summoned a real spirit.

If that's true, the entire Fangcun Mountain, and even the Nine Righteous Sects, will likely be shaken.

[After all, although Dragon Scale Peak is famous for its beast taming, there has never been a record of anyone controlling a true spirit.]

[It should be known that once a true spirit reaches adulthood, it possesses terrifying cultivation comparable to a Golden Core cultivator!]

However, upon closer inspection, the massive black serpent coiled like a mountain was ultimately not a true spirit; it had merely received a great opportunity to devour the essence of a true spirit, thus acquiring some of its aura.

Its dark, shimmering scales subtly revealed ancient patterns.

You gaze at the faintly visible cloud patterns on the scales, and suddenly remember the overlord of this world's oceans—the true dragon.

The elder, having regained his senses, asked hesitantly in his aged voice, "Could this be... the 'Dragon Cleansing Pool' secret technique?"

"I didn't expect Elder Nian to know this technique." Chu Qiu looked surprised; even within Dragon Scale Peak, few people knew it.

However, recalling Nian Wubei's astonishing battle two years ago, where he single-handedly suppressed ten elders from various branches at the Dragon Court realm, he felt no contempt whatsoever.

He then explained, "That's right, this is one of the secret techniques of my Dragon Scale Peak. It's not that the technique is difficult to master, it's just that..."

"The rare and precious materials required are extremely scarce, especially the true dragon's essence blood, which is difficult to obtain even with the combined strength of an entire peak."

Such a divine object as the True Dragon's Blood could not possibly appear among the human race.

It should be known that the blood of a true dragon can only be extracted after its death, and all the true dragons of the four seas can sense the location of this essence. When an old dragon dies, it will swim back to the seabed and pass on its essence to its offspring.

The presence of dragon essence in the blood of foreign races is considered a grave disgrace, and once discovered, it will surely unleash a massive wave of attacks. Furthermore, the essence of a true dragon is violent and untamed; ordinary cultivators who touch it will be instantly incinerated!

What's precious isn't the Dragon Cleansing Pool, but the true dragon's blood.

[You suddenly recall a proposal from a senior member of Dragon Scale Peak in the library: to extract essence blood from the bodies of countless mixed-blood dragons, purify it repeatedly through secret methods, and ultimately approximate the bloodline of a true dragon. At the time, it was considered mere fantasy, but now... it seems Dragon Scale Peak has achieved it.]

Their gaze fell upon the abrupt bulge on the black snake's belly—clearly a harbinger of its transformation into a dragon and the growth of its claws!

This snake is not a dragon, but rather a different kind of being.

Even if a true dragon were to arrive, everyone would be taken aback, wondering what kind of descendant has been born into this family?

[The black snake in the arena raised its head and hissed, the golden light flickering between its scales.]

Although it lacked the overwhelming power of a true dragon, it already possessed a degree of divine essence. Each breath caused the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble, like the undercurrents of the ocean.

Chu Qiu shook his head and sighed softly, a helpless look on his face: "This was originally a trump card prepared for the Star Picking Gathering, but I didn't expect it to be forced out today."

"With this Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, we dare not underestimate it."

The instant the black snake appeared, Feng Qingge used the "Great Flowing Light Technique" to teleport away.

[Otherwise, she would probably have been strangled to death by the giant python on the spot—the stone arena where she had stood was now riddled with spiderweb-like cracks from the snake's body.]

In the arena, Cang Song stood atop the serpent's head, while Lei Ying folded its wings and landed on its shoulder. The mountain demon, fearing the serpent's overwhelming power, retreated to the edge of the arena, sword in hand.

The girl with flowing red hair stood alone in the center of the arena, surrounded by towering, dark walls formed by serpentine bodies, as if she were in a deep valley.

The elder gazed intently at the battle on the arena, remarking, "I thought this girl, having mastered the Great Flowing Light Technique, would have victory in the bag, but now it seems..."

He suddenly turned to look at you behind him, "Jing, what do you think?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Nie Qingzhu's eyes—Senior Brother Nian was always arrogant and aloof, why would he suddenly ask for the opinion of a junior?

[Chu Qiu of Dragon Scale Peak also cast a probing glance upon hearing this. Only then did he notice the young man standing quietly behind Nie Qingzhu, thinking to himself: Someone brought along by two elders must be an outstanding disciple of Little Green Peak.]

However, this young man's aura was only at the early stage of the Dao Embryo realm; his cultivation was far too weak.

You thought for a moment and said, "This disciple truly does not know."

[An old man raises an eyebrow with a slight smile.]

Chu Qiu also withdrew his gaze and refocused his attention on the arena. The insights of an ordinary disciple were ultimately not worth paying too much attention to.

A young man's voice drifted over, "However, the outcome should be decided soon."

"Soon?" Chu Qiu looked puzzled upon hearing this.

Before I could think further, a sudden change occurred on the arena!

[As the black serpent's scales opened and closed, a faint rumble of thunder could be heard, and each flick of its tongue stirred up a stench of blood.]

Feng Qingge's red hair danced wildly in the turbulent air currents, yet the slender sword in her hand remained perfectly still. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, sending ripples of spiritual energy through it as clear and pure as moonlight.

"Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique!"

[But you noticed that her sword-holding posture this time was completely different from before; it was a rare overhand grip!]

【"Zheng—"

A clear, resonant sword cry, like a phoenix's cry echoing through the heavens, instantly cleaved the very fabric of the world.

[You close your eyes and concentrate, and with just the sound of the blade cutting through the air, you clearly sketch the shape of that peculiar longsword in your mind.]

[A four-foot-nine-inch blade, its widest point no more than two fingers' width, tapering to a needle-like tip.]

However, it's extremely heavy!

It wasn't because the sword was extremely heavy, but because its blade absorbed too much energy and vital force, and possessed an unfathomable power, seemingly akin to a primordial spirit or soul.

[You possess the innate talent of "Sword Heart Clarity." At this moment, the flow of magical power throughout Feng Qingge's body is slowly unfolding before your eyes, like a scroll painting.]

[The onlookers were met with a stunningly beautiful sword light that suddenly appeared on the arena—]

The light was like a celestial river cascading down from the heavens, like a comet streaking across the sky and crashing into the vast earth; it was also as if someone had used a sword as a brush, scattering the entire Milky Way into a shower of stars.

Cang Song's expression changed drastically, and an indescribable sword light was reflected in the black snake's vertical pupils.

You seem to recall a line from a poem: "Behold the gleam of the sword."

The outcome is decided!

(End of this chapter)