I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 389 Can the Natal Sword Take Shape? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

As the fog dissipated, everyone present involuntarily craned their necks forward.

At the center of the formation, a young swordsman dressed in a light blue outfit, with a handsome face but empty eyes, deftly flipped his wrist at an extremely tricky angle.

The fiery red sword in his hand drew an extremely refined golden-red streak, carrying a subtle trajectory that seemed to see through everything.

Clang!
A deafening clang of metal clashing against metal suddenly exploded!

The disciple of Guiyi Sword Pavilion directly opposite the young swordsman was originally a skilled mid-stage Golden Core swordsman, but now he was covered in sweat, his aura was chaotic, and his moves were completely understood and countered by the young swordsman.

His defensive sword move, imbued with all his cultivation, was precisely struck by the tip of the Yaoling Sword at the weakest point in the flow of power.

The disciple's expression changed drastically. His longsword flew out of his hand and several feet away. He himself was thrown off the ground by the unstoppable force, tumbling and falling more than ten feet away in a disheveled manner before crashing heavily onto the grass.

hiss--

A collective gasp followed, accompanied by a synchronized backflip and furrowed brows.

Every disciple of Guiyi Sword Pavilion who has ever queued up to enter knows how painful it is to be knocked away; they can relate to it!
This scene was clearly witnessed by all the Nascent Soul cultivators and other Golden Core disciples, causing them to involuntarily reveal expressions of amazement.

The young swordsman won cleanly and decisively, exuding a calmness and beauty that transcended the battle itself.

The two Nascent Soul Sword Lords from Wuxiang Pavilion and Xingyi Pavilion were instantly captivated by Zhaoming, their eyes glued to him like magnets, unable to look away!

Among them, the Chaos Sword School, which specializes in recruiting the self-created sword genius Mi Chen Sword Master of the Wuxiang Pavilion, exclaimed, "Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! The sword follows the heart, unrestrained by any pattern! Every sword strike breaks the law, and every move brings new meaning. It seems to have no moves, yet it is better than having moves!"

Mi Chen Sword Lord stroked his beard, his eyes blazing with the intense light of discovering a rough gem. He couldn't help but rush towards Zhao Ming, but suddenly stopped.

One hand gripped Mi Chen Sword Master's arm tightly, while Tian Yuan Sword Master, a young-looking man from Xingyi Pavilion, smiled and said, "Senior Brother Mi Chen, your belt is loose."

"what?!"

Mi Chen Sword Master hurriedly looked down and found that his belt was fine. When he looked up again, Tian Yuan, that scoundrel, had actually taken the lead and walked up to the young swordsman.

Tianyuan Sword Master squinted at Zhaoming, his fingers unconsciously calculating in the air, his expression one of surprise and uncertainty. "His aura is like an ancient sword concealing its edge, still as water, yet swift as thunder. The 'emptiness' in his eyes is not ignorance, but more like... purity? A clear sword heart? Huh? You're not a living person?!"

Tianyuan Sword Master took two steps back and examined Zhaoming carefully once more.

"Jiang Heying, is this the 'natal sword' you just mentioned?!"

Tianyuan Sword Lord looked at Jiang Yi, his tone full of confusion, and the other Nascent Soul Sword Lords and Golden Core cultivators also looked bewildered.

Especially those Golden Core cultivators who had sparred with Zhaoming, some of them noticed that something was wrong with Zhaoming, but because they didn't know anything about the Northern Profound Demon Master, they didn't think about it in any other way.

And because that brat in the gold clothes kept cursing at them, they had even less time to think.

Huh? Where's that brat in the gold shirt?
Jiang Yi glanced at the lake beside her without making a sound. When the Nascent Soul cultivators arrived, Zhu Xin hid at the bottom of the lake, concealing his aura and not daring to act rashly.

He was also afraid that someone would discover his special qualities and snatch him away from Jiang Yi, because no one else had the innate source energy he needed.

Jiang Yi still retained a bit of the languor of someone who had just woken up. Facing the scrutinizing and astonished gazes of Tianyuan Sword Lord and the countless others around him, he nodded calmly and matter-of-factly.

"OK."

She even raised her hand towards Zhaoming's location and introduced him in a flat tone.

"That boy is my wood-elemental natal sword, Zhaoming, and the red one in his hand is my other fire-elemental natal sword, Yaoling."

After a suffocating silence...

"A natal sword taking human form?!" "This...is this even possible? I've heard of natal swords giving birth to sword spirits, but I've never heard of a natal sword truly taking human form, especially since it's not a demon!"

"The boy is a sword? And that red one is also her natal sword? Using a sword?"

"My God! So she means that these disciples of Guiyi Sword Pavilion, lining up and handing over spirit stones, are actually sparring with her unclaimed, self-operating natal sword?"

"They were beaten to a pulp by this unclaimed sword, constantly thrown out of the formation, yet they still happily lined up again, paid more money, and went back in to be beaten?"

"Pfft~ That's hilarious!"

The Sword Master Jueying above was twitching so much that he couldn't even turn his mouth upside down. He thought to himself, "You people don't need to say everything. Your swordsmanship is terrible, but you talk too much. You all need to practice!"

The disciples of Guiyi Sword Pavilion turned ashen-faced.

The many Nascent Soul Sword Masters looked at each other in bewilderment. Fortunately, Tianyuan Sword Master, who belonged to Xingyi Pavilion, was very intelligent and knowledgeable. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized the truth.

"So you, like Yunye Sword Master of Liuyun Pavilion, are cultivators from Beixuan. You were a demon tamer before?"

Jiang Yi nodded and said, "Yes, I used to be a demon tamer in the Northern Xuan, but I inherited the sword path from childhood. Yao Ling was my original natal sword. Like all sword cultivators' natal swords, it can only give birth to a sword spirit and cannot take human form. But Zhao Ming is special. He is a demon spirit formed from a sword. He cultivated with me and was able to take human form only after reaching the Golden Core stage."

Tianyuan Sword Lord glanced at Zhaoming again, a thought flashing through his mind, "Then does your Northern Xuan still have...?"

The moment those words were asked, everyone's eyes lit up.

Who wouldn't want a sword that can take shape?

Look at Zhaoming, and then look at the junk in my hands. The difference is too big, okay?

Jiang Yi gave a bitter smile, "Our Northern Xuan... no longer exists. My master, Sword Master Yunye, is currently working on this matter."

With so many people present, Tianyuan Sword Lord did not press for further details. Upon hearing Jiang Yi address Yunye Sword Venerable as her grandmaster, he understood their connection and the reason she joined Liuyun Pavilion, realizing that she could not possibly switch allegiance to his pavilion.

Tianyuan Sword Lord's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled, laughing at Songtao Sword Venerable for his futile efforts, losing both his wife and his army. It seemed that Guiyi Sword Pavilion's position as the top of the ten sword pavilions was in jeopardy.

Tianyuan Sword Master looked up at the old man Mi Chen, shook his head slightly, and his eyes were full of sympathy. The meaning was that you old thing should not try to bring this young swordsman to your Wuxiang Pavilion. He is Jiang Heying's natal sword.

All the doubts of the crowd were resolved at this moment, but the Guiyi Sword Pavilion had not yet regained the face it had lost.

If this is how it ends, the Shadowless Sword Master will have no face to face the ancestors of the Guiyi Sword Pavilion.

The Shadowless Sword Lord flashed and landed in front of Jiang Yi. Although he still maintained the dignity of a Sword Lord, his tone was much gentler.

"Guiyi Sword Pavilion did indeed have some shortcomings in its considerations regarding today's events. However, your setting up of this formation, which has attracted disciples to compete for paid challenges, is not in accordance with the sect's rules."

He glanced at the Nascent Soul cultivators of the other sword pavilions around him and said loudly, "Since the intention is to improve through mutual exchange, why don't I, Guiyi Sword Pavilion, host the event and invite the Golden Core disciples of the ten sword pavilions to the 'Sword Debate Platform' for a fair and square competition?"

"Regardless of victory or defeat, this farce at Yunmiao Peak is now over! The disciples of each sect proved their Dao with their swords. The victors deserve respect, and the losers also gained some insights. In the future, when this matter is mentioned, it should be regarded as a lively performance put on by the disciples of Lingxu Sword Sect on a whim!"

These words were comprehensive and exactly what everyone present wanted to hear.

They were all very curious about Jiang Yi and Zhao Ming's strength. As warlike sword cultivators, the Golden Core disciples were all eager to try their luck.

Of course, except for Jiang Yi.

We can't let this go so easily, as it ruined her big money-making plan.

"May I ask, Sword Master, is there any prize for this battle? If not, I'm not really interested."

Jiang Yi asked bluntly, and Jueying Sword Lord's lips twitched again. He discovered that this Jiang Heying was not only lazy, but also greedy!
That's true. If she weren't greedy, would she have made the disciples of Guiyi Sword Pavilion pay money to be beaten?
　Two more chapters to go. I'll write and update slowly, so please be patient while I wait~
　　
　
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