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Chapter 205 A False Point of the Spiritual Edge Fades into Ashes, Thunderous Sound Reveals the Profound Secret [Two-in-One]

"boom!"

However, it was useless, even though Fang Moyang was in the mid-stage of Core Formation.

He was also blasted away by Tang Hao's all-out attack.

Along with Yan Yunsheng, who was being protected behind him, he was also knocked away.

As for the long sword that Yan Yunsheng brought out.

It had already been broken in two by this attack.

"My sword! You bastard, give me back my sword!"

Yan Yunsheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, completely disregarding his injuries.

Instead, he seemed to go mad, scrambling to his feet and lunging at Tang Hao.

However, he was held back tightly by Fang Moyang, who was also bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Tang Hao couldn't help but tilt his head, his gaze sweeping over the broken sword on the ground.

'No way? No way? It's just a mid-grade spiritual weapon. This kind of trash is worth you going berserk over?'

Thinking this, a disdainful gaze immediately fell on Yan Yunsheng's face.

'Huh?' He frowned, sensing something was amiss. 'Something's not right. Why are this guy's eyes so fixed on the [Judgment] in my hand?'

It was as if... he had snatched the sword from the other party.

Tang Hao was originally planning to continue his attack, but upon realizing that there seemed to be something interesting going on here, he immediately stopped making a move.

Just then, a barrier not far away dissipated, revealing four figures inside.

As soon as Yan Jincheng appeared, he shouted angrily, "Yan Yunsheng, how dare you attack a fellow cultivator from a friendly sect? Are you courting death?"

He was overjoyed at this moment, and thankfully, Tang Hao had entered the Core Formation realm on the spot during the day due to his father's unexpected influence.

Otherwise, given Yan Yunsheng's exceptionally powerful and furious sword strike just now, it's hard to say whether Tang Hao would have been able to withstand it unscathed.

Whether he gets hurt or falls, it's not what he cares about; what he's worried about is being blamed.

This anger has serious consequences; there may be no one left to refine the [Wind Spirit Longevity Pill].

Think about it!
First, the father rashly tested the waters, disrupting others' plans; then, the disciple brazenly attacked, attempting to kill or injure others.

Even the best-tempered person can harbor a simmering anger.

Moreover, as far as he knew, Tang Hao was not a kind-hearted or benevolent person.

This is something that Shi Yuechan, the Palace Mistress of Fengming Palace, who was so angry that her nose was twisted from being scolded, must deeply understand.

"Elder Yan, my junior brother is not..."

Seeing the four people suddenly appear, and hearing their reprimanding words.

Fang Moyang immediately felt a pang of distress and hurriedly tried to explain on behalf of his junior brother.

When Yan Yunsheng saw that they were still there, he was not surprised but rather pleased.

Suddenly breaking free from his senior brother, he shouted, "Elder Yan, Elder Weng, this Tang Hao is breaking the rules and has taken away all the magic treasures from our Sword Tomb!"

“Yan Yunsheng, I know that you have some grudges with Fellow Daoist Tang. But do you think that you can make the sect target him by making a few false accusations?” Yan Jincheng’s face darkened upon hearing this.

He was determined to befriend Tang Hao, and naturally made thorough preparations.

After paying a small price, they learned from the Qinghua Sect disciples about the conflict between the two men in front of the mountain gate.

The disciple even described it clearly, with great enthusiasm and vivid detail.

Anyway, it wasn't a big deal, but many people noticed it at the time.

Yan Jincheng had thought the same thing before.

Therefore, his plan was to first establish a strong presence here, then give Yan Yunsheng a minor punishment as a warning, and finally have someone inadvertently reveal this to Tang Hao.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yunsheng was so eccentric that he vented his resentment at not being able to find the magic weapon on Tang Hao.

As for why he was so certain?
Yan Jincheng glanced at the black and white sword in Tang Hao's hand without making a sound.

He could vaguely sense that the sword had not been fully refined yet, and if he was not mistaken, this sword was the one the other party had obtained in the sword tomb.

Although he couldn't determine the sword's exact grade, with his discerning eye, he could judge that it was at least a high-grade magic weapon, and possibly even a top-grade magic weapon.

There's still a slight possibility that it fell from Lingbao.

I have no recollection of what this sword looks like, so it must be quite old.

Given the sword's grade, and the fact that Tang Hao had only just formed his core in a single day...

'Considering the travel and searching, I think he used a bit too little time. And Yan Yunsheng even said that Tang Hao took all the magical treasures from the Sword Tomb—that's utter nonsense!'

These thoughts, though numerous, only flashed through his mind in an instant, and Yan Jincheng's expression grew even more somber.

“It’s true, Elder Yan. I personally recorded and purchased the locations of all the magical treasures, and I’ve checked them all. They’re all gone,” Yan Yunsheng argued.

As he spoke, he pointed to the black and white heavy sword that Tang Hao was holding and said, "This is my sword, and he stole it from me too!"

"laugh……"

Upon hearing what this guy said next, Tang Hao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He looked at Yan Jincheng with a cryptic expression and said, "Elder Yan, your sect's disciples are truly amusing. Pointing at other people's things and insisting they are their own, how could you get so drunk over just a few dishes?"

"you!"

Yan Yunsheng's eyes widened, he took a step forward, and pointed at Tang Hao.

"Shh!"

A black and white sword shadow flashed by.

With a "thud," his outstretched finger fell to the ground, splattering blood everywhere.

There was a sudden silence.

No one expected that Tang Hao would suddenly make a move.

The movements were swift and decisive, so fast that even Fang Moyang, who was standing next to Yan Yunsheng, couldn't react in time.

Fang Moyang's pupils contracted as he abruptly looked up, glanced at Tang Hao's icy expression, and then turned to the four people not far away.

Needless to say, Weng Yuning, who was in the late stage of Core Formation, was caught off guard by the speed of that sword strike. Neither he nor his opponent could stop it.

Yan Jincheng and Yan Yumin are both at the Nascent Soul stage.

The other one, whom he didn't recognize, but judging from his demeanor and expression, was undoubtedly also a Nascent Soul cultivator.

'Three Nascent Soul cultivators were present, yet none of them stopped him. My junior brother's words were indeed unpleasant to hear, but shouldn't we have allowed Tang Hao to commit such a violent act?' Fang Moyang thought resentfully.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that his good junior brother had just taken the initiative to attack others.

"Ah!" A painful scream broke the silence.

Only then did Yan Yunsheng cry out in pain.

It wasn't because his finger had been severed, but because of the intense burning pain coming from the wound.

He quickly determined that there was residual foreign sword energy at the wound.

No matter how frantically he activated the sword energy within his body, he could not extinguish the sword energy in the slightest.

Even the surging sword energy was being eroded and devoured in reverse, and the life force at the fingertips was rapidly being lost.

Yan Yunsheng looked at Tang Hao with anger, but his gaze toward the black and white heavy sword became even more intense.

'This is clearly not the opponent's own power; it's the sword, its inherent sword energy. That's right, it's a magic weapon-level sword, and an extremely powerful one at that!'

This was a characteristic he hadn't discovered when he first found the Black and White Greatsword.

A strong sense of resentment and possessiveness surged from the depths of his heart, and Yan Yunsheng couldn't help but roar in his heart, "This is mine, mine!"

"If you stick your claws out again, it won't just be one finger anymore." Tang Hao met his angry yet intense gaze, his eyes full of amusement.

At the same time, he secretly hoped: 'Attack again! Draw your sword again! Give me a reason to kill you!'

It's a real pity that Fang Moyang blocked that attack just now, preventing him from killing Yan Yunsheng with a single sword strike.

Now that Yan Jincheng has appeared, without a new pretext, Tang Hao can no longer bring himself to kill him. He has never liked being pointed at, but he wouldn't react so violently.

That's intentional.

The purpose was to provoke the other party's anger, causing them to act recklessly again.

Then... he killed him with a single, decisive blow!

As for Yan Jincheng...

Tang Hao believed that Bai Jue and Yan Yumin would help him stop them.

They do have that much understanding.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yunsheng realized his murderous intent and chickened out, no longer daring to lay a hand on him.

However, he still clings to the matter of the Sword Tomb's magical treasures, wanting to cause him trouble.

"Can you swear that you didn't take those magical treasures?" Yan Yunsheng hid behind Fang Moyang, holding a jade slip in his intact hand.

He snarled, his neck stiff, "I've compared all the magical artifacts and swords that were leaked before. No one obtained any of the ones listed in the jade slip, but they all disappeared as soon as you went in. Who else could it be but you?"

Tang Hao sneered disdainfully, inwardly regretting that the other party hadn't jumped out again.

As for his own collection of magical treasures and swords, he had no worries whatsoever.

[Judgment] He could have kept it hidden, but he took it out openly.

Why?

Isn't it just to shut up the people from the [Free and Unfettered Sword Sect]?

The more one cultivates the sword, the more one understands it, and the clearer one's understanding becomes.

To resonate with a precious sword like the [Cutth] and achieve a state of perfect harmony is incredibly rare and time-consuming.

Even though they didn't know that the true grade of [Judgment] was a spiritual treasure.

Sure enough, Yan Jincheng's chest heaved as he scolded him impatiently.

"Swear? Who do you think you are? Fellow Daoist Tang is my honored guest, yet you're here making a scene. Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?"

"Open your dog eyes and take a good look at this sword!" He pointed at Yan Yunsheng's eyes and then at the black and white sword that Tang Hao was leaning on.

He angrily said, "You should all know very well how long and how much effort it would take to resonate with such a top-grade magic weapon and achieve a connection of minds?"

Yan Yunsheng narrowed his eyes.

Fang Moyang, who was standing in front of him, nodded subconsciously and replied in a low voice, "If this disciple were to come, it would take most of the day."

"Heh, you're a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, and a pure sword cultivator at that, yet it still takes you this long. Fellow Daoist Tang, you only just formed your Golden Core, and it took you a whole day. That's already quite short, isn't it?" Yan Jincheng rolled his eyes.

He then gestured with his chin toward his two fellow disciples: "Does he still have the time and energy to subdue other flying swords? And all of them are magic treasures? Do you think it's as simple as snapping your fingers and having swords follow you?"

Tang Hao gave him a meaningful look, but received a look that said, "Don't worry, brother, I've got everything covered."

"This……"

Fang Moyang was taken aback upon hearing this, and awkwardly turned to look at his junior brother.

He hadn't thought about it carefully before, but now that Elder Yan had pointed out the key point, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Yan Yunsheng was also stunned and stood there.

Upon discovering the disappearance of the black and white greatswords, and concluding that Tang Hao might have obtained them, he was already beyond furious.

Coupled with his repeated failures in the subsequent treasure hunt, he formed a preconceived notion and became convinced that Tang Hao had taken everything.

Only then did I finally realize that it was illogical, or rather, a complete fantasy.

Then he realized what he meant: "Wait!"

Looking Tang Hao up and down in disbelief, he exclaimed in astonishment, "You've reached Core Formation? How did you reach Core Formation?"

He had been convinced that the opponent's overwhelming performance stemmed from that black and white heavy sword.

But it was only at this moment that he realized from Elder Yan that Tang Hao had actually formed his core.

Once you've reached the Core Formation stage, what's the point of participating in exchange meetings or swordplay competitions?
"Didn't you say that the sword competition would give me a chance to get revenge?" Yan Yunsheng's face was extremely ugly. He had even spent a lot of money to exchange for contribution points to come to the Sword Tomb to choose a magic weapon flying sword.

Tang Hao, with a smug look on his face, shook his head and said, "Sigh, there's nothing I can do. Forming my core at this time is not my own will. It's just fate playing tricks on me, Yan Dao..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Yunsheng flew into a rage.

"You bastard, you shameless liar who broke his promise! Which piece of shit made you reach the Core Formation stage? Bring him out here, I'm going to beat him so badly his whole family won't recognize him!"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Upon hearing this, he felt that Tang Hao, as well as the four people opposite him, were looking at him with a strange expression.

It also looks a bit like... looking at a dead person.

Fang Moyang was startled, realizing something was wrong: 'Could it be that the Nascent Soul cultivator he had never seen before is Tang Hao's master? Did she suddenly force Tang Hao to form his core ahead of schedule?'

If that were the case, pointing fingers and cursing at someone in front of a Nascent Soul cultivator would surely result in someone's death.

He wanted to plead for him, but he didn't dare...

Just then, late at night, a white light suddenly flashed in the pitch-black Sword Edge Valley.

Followed by.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap suddenly resounded in the valley.

"Sword Edge Valley can thunder, could it also rain? I've never heard of that before!" Fang Moyang looked up in astonishment, the thought just flashing through his mind.

The thunder had barely subsided when another burst of light appeared.

A bolt of silvery-white lightning then swiftly struck down from the sky.

With a "crack" sound.

Electricity crackled around Yan Yunsheng's body as he trembled and collapsed.

He lay on the ground, his body still twitching and shaking.

Bai Jue raised an eyebrow and looked in a certain direction. Seeing her action, except for Fang Moyang who was concerned about his junior brother's situation, everyone followed Bai Jue's gaze.

Sword Lord Jianyan strolled over leisurely, glancing casually at the ground before turning his gaze to the black and white heavy sword in Tang Hao's hand.

His eye twitched, but a smile appeared on his face as he congratulated him, "Junior Nephew Tang, you're so lucky! You've actually obtained a spirit treasure sword. That's truly remarkable!"

"Spiritual treasure?"

Upon hearing this, the others' gazes towards the black and white heavy sword changed.

The highest-level treasures held by the three Nascent Soul cultivators were only Spirit Treasures.

Tang Hao had just formed his core and yet he already obtained a spiritual treasure, a sword, which was truly enviable.

Yan Yunsheng, who had just regained some consciousness after being struck by lightning, immediately fainted upon hearing Jianyan Zhenjun's words.

"So the True Lord didn't leave after all. Could it be that he's been waiting for me, wanting to see what kind of sword I can choose?" Tang Hao glanced at the ground and then stopped paying attention.

He continued, "It's all thanks to the jade slip you gave me. Although none of them were suitable, I managed to obtain this [Judgment] on the way. It's truly miraculous that I've had such a wonderful experience."

The meaning is self-evident: the jade slip you gave me was used but not used.

Yan Junxing's lips twitched slightly: "I'm glad you're satisfied, nephew. Go back and give my regards to Jingguang. I'll be leaving now."

"Please wait, True Lord. I will pass on a message to my master, so that he may know that you helped me achieve the Golden Core stage and indirectly enabled me to find a satisfactory sword," Tang Hao said quickly.

Even so, the other person still disappeared before they could finish listening.

Fang Moyang only snapped out of his daze after Tang Hao and the others had also left together.

'There was a lot of information just now, junior brother, sigh...' He glanced at Yan Yunsheng on the ground, then reluctantly picked him up and left Sword Edge Valley.

In the sleeping quarters of Tang Hao in Hunyuan Palace.

The three of them sat down at the table.

"You've got the Yin energy, how's that?" Bai Jue pressed for the true purpose of this trip.

(End of this chapter)