Sword Qi to the Sky

Chapter 404 Killing and Punishing the Heart

Li Fan stood quietly to one side. Bai Yujing asked him if he already knew something about it. As long as he came here, he would have the qualification to 'ask the question'.

As for how to 'ask', that is the choice of the person seeking the question.

Li Fan had already decided what he wanted to ask, so he wasn't in a hurry.

Yan Chong nodded with a smile, but then Shen Jing took a few steps forward and came to the front of the crowd.

Li Fan's gaze fell on Shen Jing. He could tell that Shen Jing had originally intended to fight him, but Yue Yunxiao stopped him, and Shen Jing restrained himself.

Shen Jing must have his own purpose in coming here. Yue Yunxiao wants to see Xiao Lü, the number one swordsman in Baiyujing. What about Shen Jing?
Having reached the initial stage of the Dao Body realm, he naturally could not challenge Xiao Lü again. Yue Yunxiao was no match for him either; the gap between them was still significant.

"I've heard that there's a sword manual in Baiyujing Academy, a sword of immortals. I've come here today to inquire about this sword," Shen Jing said, looking at the people of Baiyujing.

The Baiyujing Academy, the number one academy in the world, has a collection of tens of millions of books, among which the sword manuals are extremely abundant. Among them, there is a sword manual that is said to be an ancient sword manual, the sword of an immortal. Since they came here to seek enlightenment in Baiyujing, they naturally wanted to see this "sword of an immortal".

"Are there any disciples of Baiyujing Academy who would bestow swords upon you?" Shen Jing asked.

Everyone from Baiyujing Academy looked at Shen Jing. He asked, "The Immortal's Sword?"

"Although you have come to inquire about the Dao, you are still somewhat lacking in knowledge of the Immortal's Sword," Xiao Lu said to Shen Jing.

“Since I have come here to ask about the sword, I am naturally qualified to ask about the sword. Could it be that no one in Baiyujing Academy has mastered this sword manual?” Shen Jing questioned.

"What a loud tone."

At this moment, a voice came from afar. Everyone looked over and saw that from the towering palace of Baiyujing in the distance, wisps of sword intent seemed to be spreading out. In the sky above, the sword energy was like flowing clouds.

"A great swordsman from Baiyujing." Everyone's hearts tightened. This number one academy in the world was full of powerful experts and was one of the major forces with the most cultivators in the seventh realm in the Great Li world.

Among them was a renowned seventh-realm swordsman, a top ten figure on the Sword Saint Ranking.

What's even more terrifying is that this person, who is ranked among the top ten on the Sword Saint list, is not the strongest in Baiyujing Academy. This shows just how terrifying the foundation of this number one academy in the world is.

Beyond the imperial court, the mountains, temples, monasteries, and academies of the Great Li Kingdom are not merely empty names.

Lingxiao Pavilion is not included in this list.

"Shen Jing, you can't even be among the top five disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion, yet you dare to ask about the Immortal Sword?" The voice came again, and Shen Jing raised his eyes to look towards the direction of the main hall, his body flowing with sword intent, extremely sharp.

He knew who was speaking; the strongest person in Lingxiao Pavilion was the second-ranked Sword Saint on the list, so how could he not know who was on the Sword Saint list?

“Senior, since I have come to inquire about the Way, what is there that I dare not ask?” Shen Jing replied loudly.

"In that case, I'll give you this opportunity."

The sound was like a sharp sword. In the distance, from the main hall, sword energy whistled. Then, a figure was seen walking from that direction. Everyone looked over and saw a cultivator riding a sword. It was a young sword cultivator.

"I had heard before that the Taibai Sword Immortal had taken on a closed-door disciple, and it seems it's true," Liu Qingwu said in a low voice. Chu Jiankuang also looked in that direction, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit.

As fellow successors of the Sword Saint Ranking, how could he not be excited on such an occasion?

"It's so lively."

Ye Yunke watched everything unfold with great interest. Even for a prince of Dali, such a contest was still a rare occurrence.

The Jade Palace in the heavens, the Taibai Sword, ranked sixth on the Sword Saint List.

Shen Jing, a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion, is considered the successor of the second-ranked Sword Saint.

Of course, the difference is that the sword cultivator who appeared was said to be a closed-door disciple of the Taibai Sword Sect. If we were to compare him to the Lingxiao Pavilion, Jiang Tai'a would probably be the one to be considered.

Even Xiao Lu was not the last disciple of Taibai Sword. This was not because Xiao Lu's swordsmanship talent was not outstanding, but because Xiao Lu was not only good at swordsmanship, but also a polymath.

Legend has it that Xiao Lü also learned swordsmanship from Taibai Sword, but he did not become a disciple.

There are rumors that Xiao Lu's master is the one from Bai Yujing.

In the sky, the sword cultivator rode his sword. He was also dressed in the robes of Baiyujing Academy, spotless, and the sword intent surrounding him was like the light of the Milky Way, making him look like a banished immortal.

"Guan Shanyue, a student of Baiyujing, is fortunate to have mastered the sword of immortals, but due to his poor talent, his cultivation is not proficient. Please give me some guidance."

The young man was elegant and had a gentle, polite voice, which was completely opposite to Shen Jing's sharpness and also different from Chu Jiankuang.

The moment Shen Jing appeared, his sword intent soared to the heavens. As soon as Guan Shanyue finished speaking, he leaped into the sky. In an instant, the sword energy of the heavens and the sky above the academy were submerged by his sword. Even the vast Baiyujing Academy seemed to be enveloped by his sword intent.

However, although Guan Shanyue's sword intent was not as vast, it seemed to form a unique sword domain centered on his body, enveloping his entire body. His whole body was dazzling, like a sword body of the Great Dao. When he was wrapped in sword intent, he was like a bright moon in the darkness, shining brightly on the world.

"What do you think?" Yan Chong asked with a soft laugh.

“Those who pursue sword skills are destined to fail.” Mu Changqing looked up at the sky and said in a low voice.

"What do you think of him?" Yan Chong was naturally asking Guan Shanyue.

“Very good.” Mu Changqing nodded.

"How good is 'very good'?" Yan Chong asked again.

“Good is good, but we should strive to make it even better,” Mu Changqing replied.

Yan Chong was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

“Wen Ruyu is the son of the Haoran Sword and the successor of the Canglan Sword. If he were here, it would surely be even more exciting,” Yan Chong said.

It's a pity.

However, these rising stars will inevitably encounter each other sooner or later.

A bright light flashed in the sky; Shen Jing had drawn his sword.

Li Fan looked up at the sky, somewhat interested in the competition between the two sword geniuses.

Shen Jing's sword strike resembled the Lingxiao Pavilion's ultimate technique, "Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage," where all the swords of the heavens were brought together as one, and it also incorporated Shen Jing's own insights into the way of the sword.

All his life's learning seemed to be embodied in a single sword strike.

Once the sword was drawn, Shen Jing's figure became obscured; all that could be seen was a golden sword light that stretched across the sky above everyone's heads.

He also saw Guan Shanyue draw his sword. When he drew his sword, it was like a fairy dancing under the moon. As soon as the sword was drawn, a ray of light appeared in the sky.

His sword seemed to thrust forward casually, like moonlight falling in the night. A ray of light pierced the bursting golden pillar of light. The seemingly insignificant sword light burst forth with incomparably brilliant brilliance in an instant, piercing through the golden pillar of light in a flash.

The two swords flashed in an instant, and Shen Jing's body trembled. The sword intent surrounding him seemed to be pierced through. The white sword light landed on his body, and a muffled sound was heard. Shen Jing was forced back and coughed up blood.

Guan Shanyue remained standing in place. In front of him, a golden beam of light struck his body, but the golden light radiated outwards and could not penetrate the light of the bright moon.

The overflowing terrifying sword intent surged into the sky, forming a terrifying sword-shaped pillar of light, which then dissipated into endless sword intent. After a moment, the sky returned to calm.

Everything seemed to happen in an instant, and Shen Jing was defeated. Many people couldn't even understand what had happened, nor did they know what kind of swords the two were using.

"Both sword cultivators from Lingxiao Pavilion have been defeated, and both were crushing defeats," the crowd thought to themselves.

"You flatter me." As the sword intent dissipated, Guan Shanyue stood in the air and bowed slightly to Shen Jing, who had landed.

Blood trickled from Shen Jing's lips, and his face was pale. He was injured by the sword energy entering his body, but he did not feel any pain. What made him even more upset was that he had failed to catch a sword.

Even with the swordsmanship of an immortal, he shouldn't have been unable to withstand a single strike.

"I thought it was something special, but it turns out it's nothing special..." A voice rang out, not loud, but clearly audible.

The speaker was Qi Zhanyun, who had always disliked Shen Jing for his arrogance and conceit.

However, that's it?

"People who are good with words are usually not very capable," Li Fan replied from the side, thinking to himself that Qi Zhanyun was quite straightforward, truly a master of destroying one's spirit.

"No wonder you avoided battle before. If we were to fight, what would the outcome be?" Qi Zhanyun asked with a smile.

"More or less," Li Fan replied.

"Impressive," Qi Zhanyun praised.

Shen Jing, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but groan, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again.

(End of this chapter)