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Chapter 406 The Rainbow Sword, Sword Master of the Sword Sect (4000)

"it's not finished yet!"

Zhang Yuanzhu flipped his hand, and a wooden box appeared in his palm. He flicked it lightly with his fingertips.

Click!

The wooden box was opened, revealing pure white spirit flowers surrounded by a faint silver mist.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the Spirit-Melting Flower, sensing the transformation of his spiritual consciousness. His eyes flickered with contemplation.

He wanted to take this opportunity to quickly complete the tempering of his spiritual consciousness.

Without hesitation, the young man took out a spirit flower and put it in his mouth.

At the same time, a causal line around his body was activated.

Silver mist and scarlet karmic fire appeared in his mind almost simultaneously, and the ten-story glazed pagoda slowly rotated, adapting to the two different forces.

Time passes minute by minute.

A day has passed!
Two days have passed!!
Three days have passed!!!

The spiritual flowers in the wooden box became increasingly scarce until it was empty.

boom!
The wooden box rolled onto the deck, and the silver mist and karmic fire in his mind dissipated, revealing the crystal pagoda.

The ten-story pagoda stood in the center of my mind, its radiance dazzling, exuding a Daoist aura that suppressed everything.

A feeling of complete perfection arose on the pagoda.

An inexplicable energy surged from the depths of my mind into my body, causing my muscles, skin, blood, and internal organs to tremble and intensify.

This is a comprehensive enhancement from the inside out, with extremely powerful forces surging from all parts of the body, making people intoxicated.

Call ~
"It's done!"

Zhang Yuanzhu exhaled a breath of stale air, a smile appearing on his face.

The eighth level of the Nine Tribulations Thunder Body has been broken through!

Next, all that needs to be done is to continue cultivating and complete the final stage of the Body Refining Technique—Tempering the Spirit Platform.

Zhang Yuanzhu pondered the techniques and methods of tempering the spiritual platform, his brows furrowing slightly.

Unlike in the past, which required various treasures and spiritual objects, tempering the spiritual platform only requires a thunderous and desolate place to guide real heavenly lightning to temper the body and thus hone the spiritual platform.

This is an extremely dangerous method of cultivation, but it is not difficult for him, whether it is finding forbidden lands or guiding heavenly lightning to temper him, however...
"It takes too much time!"

The young man looked helpless.

According to the Body Refining Method, this method requires at least ten months to cultivate, and it must not be interrupted, otherwise one must start all over again.

He had never been so shameless as to delay the two women's lives for nearly a year in order to cultivate himself.

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head. It seemed that the final step of cultivating the body-refining technique would have to wait until after escorting the two women was finished.

Alternatively, one can explore directly within the secret realm, foregoing other opportunities.

After figuring out the body-refining method, the young man recalled the spoils he had recently acquired.

He reached out and pulled it out of thin air, and a platinum broken sword appeared in his palm.

This is the natal artifact of the Supreme Ancestor of the Celestial Clan. Even if it is broken, it is extremely precious. It is unknown whether it possesses any special properties.

The young man examined the broken sword in his hand and muttered to himself:
'Take control!'

In an instant, the broken sword vanished.

Deep within my soul, the mirror woven from the interplay of icy blue, purple, and red divine light underwent a slight change.

Mastery: [Level 3] Taijin Blade (Characteristic: Sharp)

“Sharp?”

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

[Characteristics] Sharp; he had seen it many times before, and it can increase offensive power.

Especially the level 3 [trait], which is quite good for him.

In future battles against enemies, you will be able to control: Sharpness, Earth-shaking, Mountain-moving, and Ridge-defending, which will definitely greatly enhance your combat power.

Moreover, the Taijin Blade itself is made of extremely fine materials, and if it can be repaired, it would also be a good weapon.

The young man nodded in satisfaction, put away the Golden Knife, and began to plan his future cultivation path.

The body-refining technique will be temporarily suspended, as a suitable perilous place needs to be found. Fortunately, this will take a considerable amount of time. What remains is to improve one's realm and perfect one's spirit and form.

The divine form—the Qilin—is already roughly conceived, and we can try to create it.

As for realms, one needs to persevere in cultivation to reach new realms, and once the meteorite stones are exhausted, the cultivation speed will slow down a bit.

Zhang Yuanzhu pondered the path of cultivation and quickly made his decision.

He practices his martial arts during the day and perfects his divine form, the Qilin, at night.

In the blink of an eye, the young man's face began to blur, and a black jade-like Qilin Nuo mask appeared on his face, carrying an aura of nobility and peace.

The Nuo mask trembled slightly, and wisps of black mist flowed towards the torso, intertwining and transforming into countless forms.

The Nuo mask slowly disappeared as night fell and the sun rose in the east.

Immediately, the young man activated the "Record of Purple Lightning and Green Frost" and began his cultivation.

Day after day, Zhang Yuanzhu remained immersed in cultivation, striving to improve himself.

Meanwhile, Fayan and Fazhi steered the silver boat, traversing the vast ocean.

A month later, the silver boat glided across the sky.

Three figures stood side by side at the bow of the boat, gazing into the distance.

A dark shadow appeared at the edge of the sea and continued to expand as the silver boat moved forward until it filled the field of vision.

"land!"

A smile appeared on Fa Yan's pretty face, like a blooming flower, making everything around her pale in comparison.

He turned his body slightly to the side and looked at the red figure.

"Brother Dao, this continent is the true center of the secret realm, containing countless opportunities and numerous ancient ruins."

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and unfathomable. His secret technique, 'Breaking Illusion,' was unleashed as he carefully observed the land.

This continent, ancient and weathered, bearing the breath of time, is extraordinary, and contains things he cannot comprehend.

"interesting!"

The young man chuckled softly, casually draping his arm over the long, white ruler.

what!
Zhang Yuanzhu exclaimed in surprise, his double pupils narrowing slightly.

He saw a figure carrying a sword on his back at the edge of the continent, where the land meets the sea.

The moment he saw the other person, the figure carrying the sword looked up, revealing an ordinary face.

Their gazes met across the sky, one unfathomable as an abyss, the other sharp and piercing.

Danger!

very dangerous!!

Extremely dangerous!!!

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the constant warnings coming from the depths of his mind, his eyes growing increasingly profound as he gazed at the long sword strapped to his back.

It was a blurry, indistinct longsword, yet just looking at it evoked a constant sense of danger.

"What a divine sword!"

Zhang Yuanzhu gently stroked the surface with his palm, his expression filled with admiration.

The ordinary-looking young man did not respond, but simply watched the silver boat approaching, his hand behind him, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

The distance between the two sides continued to close.

Hundreds of miles!

Fifty li!

Ten miles!!!

From a distance of ten meters, Zhang Yuanzhu looked down at the young man, scrutinizing him especially for the long sword on his back.

The silver boat moved forward, and neither of them spoke a word until they passed each other.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the red robe to flutter and the black hair to dance wildly in the wind, exuding a captivating aura.

Fayan, standing to the side, clasped his hands together and softly spoke:

“Brother Dao, that is the Changhong One Qi Sword, one of the seven famous swords of the Sword Sect, and also one of the foundations of the Sword Sect. It is engraved with the insights and swordsmanship of the Sword Sect’s generations of sword cultivators.”

"The Rainbow One Qi Sword? The Rainbow One Qi Sword Technique!"

Zhang Yuanzhu recalled what he had heard in the teahouse in Narcissus City, and gently stroked the long, white ruler with his five fingers, letting out a soft laugh:

"What audacity! Swordsman, carrying your sword out on your back, aren't you worried about losing your famous sword?" Fa Yan and Fa Ding remained silent.

Only you, fellow Daoist, would dare to speak like that.

In this world, within the Sword Sect, sword disciples can be killed, but famous swords cannot be taken, unless you want to face a group of sword fanatics relentlessly pursuing you.

Even if a Golden Core True Monarch of the Demonic Sect dares to seize one of the Seven Famous Swords, he will be chopped into mincemeat and fed to the demonic beasts.

Moreover, each famous sword has various restrictions set up by the Sword Sect, which can be used against enemies if one wants to die.

Therefore, although a famous sword is powerful, it is useless to all cultivators except for the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked ahead, showing no intention of seizing the famous sword.

Since the Sword Sect doesn't provoke him, he naturally won't make things difficult for them.

The silver boat sped forward, with beaches, jungles, and mountains constantly passing beneath it.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanzhu's brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

The next instant
boom! boom! boom!
Suddenly, torrents appeared, rushing towards the flying boat from all directions, instantly blocking all escape routes.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, die!"

"Those who practice unorthodox methods deserve to die!"

"How could the blood of the Du family be shed in vain?"

Roars echoed from all corners of heaven and earth, and figures burst forth from the radiance, unleashing spiritual weapons, malevolent artifacts, and various talismans that attacked the heavens.

Boom! Click!
The heavens and earth roared, space tore apart, and countless spatial fragments scattered in all directions.

At this moment, the world was filled with the radiance of various colors, the roaring sounds rang out one after another, the spiritual energy howled, and the dust rose everywhere.

A premeditated attack, a secret technique concealed on both sides of the road.

All those who made the move looked with anticipation toward the center of the attack, where the silver boat had once stood.

Until the indifferent whisper fell from the sky, all hope turned into fear.

"The Du family, Qingyangzhai, the Liumu clan, and Jianmen."

"Oh, right, there are also some hidden demonic cultivators."

The various lights faded, revealing a slender figure covered in seventy-nine purple halos.

Sacred and majestic, too dangerous to look directly at!

He stood in mid-air, arms outstretched, blocking all attacks.

Behind them stood Fayan and Fading, their eyes coldly surveying the surrounding cultivators, devoid of their former compassion.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, his head slightly tilted, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Think it over."

One step at a time.

Boom!

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, all tangible and intangible matter was squeezed out by an extremely tyrannical force.

In an instant, magical artifacts shattered one after another, figures exploded like fireworks, and cultivators retreated with cries of agony.

"How did he die?"

With each breath, the purple halo transformed into rolling thunder that engulfed the void, mountains, and earth, illuminating the world.

In that instant, charred remains rained down as the surviving cultivators struggled to resist.

With various protective methods such as azure light, demonic energy, sword light, and talismans, no cultivator dared to hold back even a trace.

At that moment, Zhang Yuanzhu slammed his arms down.

In an instant, the blinding light of the blade stole all the brilliance from the world.

The dazzling sword intent was as fierce as thunder and as savage as a crimson dragon, causing the heavens and earth and space within a radius of hundreds of miles to tremble.

Everything is being shattered, cut, and torn apart.

All magical artifacts, talismans, and cultivators were submerged under the blade's light and turned to dust.

No! One person survived.

It was a young man holding a long sword, his body emanating demonic energy, standing there blankly, staring at the blood and bones that covered the mountains and rivers.

How could there be such a resolute and insane monk in the world?

Everyone except him died, regardless of whether they were on the righteous path or the demonic path.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand, his arms hanging naturally as he landed on the ground.

tower!
The moment he took a step, the boy knelt on the ground, raised his head, his face trembled, and he spoke in a shaky voice:
"Senior, I...I..."

He tried his best to calm his inner fear and wanted to speak, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

The mere sight of that approaching crimson figure fills me with trembling fear and dread.

tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in front of the boy, his gaze lowered:

"I'm curious, how did you know I would be passing through this area?"

This premeditated assassination attempt clearly involved prior knowledge of his itinerary, with ambushes laid in his wake to surround and kill him.

"I don't know, I..."

Bang!
The head exploded, blood and bone splattered on the ground, and the headless corpse fell face down, lifeless.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were indifferent, and blood dripped from his fingertips.

At the same time, various possibilities flashed through his mind.

Is it a method of deduction, or something else?
A beautiful figure vaguely appeared in my mind, becoming clearer and clearer.

"Jiang Xingye!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, and the beautiful image in his mind became completely clear.

She was a woman from Yiyang Dao Academy, with an extraordinary temperament and stunning beauty. We had met before in Yuanshui Immortal City.

If it's a matter of deduction, only she has a slight chance of success.

After all, although the young man gave the Golden Elixir Talisman to Da Huang, not everyone could deduce his itinerary.

Only a saintess from a righteous sect with profound background has a certain possibility.

Moreover, Qingyangzhai is at odds with him, forcing him to enter the secret realm. Now that the outside world can no longer influence him, there is a high possibility that there is an extension of the Golden Core True Monarch's plan within the secret realm.

In that case, what good are these rotten fish and shrimp?

To die?
Suddenly, Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, turned around, and saw a young man carrying a long sword walking towards him from afar.

At that moment, he realized something, a smile appeared on his lips, and he uttered two words:
"not bad!"

The sound was ethereal, as if conversing with the heavens.

Changhong Yiqi Sword Master, gazing at the blood-soaked ground and the collapsed Sword Sect disciples, gripped his sword hilt tightly with his hand behind him, his eyes flashing with extreme sharpness.

Step forward, and your energy merges with the sword.

In that instant, the heavens and earth, time and space, trembled and surged, and a sharp and resolute aura filled every minute detail.

At this moment, everything seemed dim, and the attention of all living beings was drawn to this figure and this divine sword.

"You have no excuse for slaughtering the disciples of the Sword Sect."

Zhang Yuanzhu's arms fell naturally, his double pupils were calm and undisturbed, and wisps of blue light were generated, making his figure increasingly blurry.

"Slay all demonic cultivators who block our path!"

"What a fine example of killing everyone! What a treacherous and unorthodox method!"

Jianzi chuckled, but his face was extremely cold. He leaned forward and shattered mountains and rivers with one step, the hilt of his sword humming beneath his hand.

"cut!"

Bang!

A divine sword, seemingly surrounded by rainbows and clouds, was drawn and slashed forward with a thunderous roar.

In the seemingly eternal darkness of the night, lightning flashed, tearing through the darkness and illuminating the world.

At this moment, no one could see the light of the divine sword.

Unseen by anyone, its sword might overwhelmed the sun, moon, stars, and the heavens, tearing through space with extreme sharpness and power, engulfing the crimson shadow.

Boom! Tear!
Mountains and rivers were shattered, and dark sword marks stretched for over a thousand miles.

Bang!

Jianzi sheathed his sword, a look of seriousness appearing in his eyes.

The enemy dodged the sword strike!

(End of this chapter)