Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Chapter 318: Chapter 149: “Your Sword Intent is very chaotic.”_3
 

“Shut up!!”

A violent and irritable Spiritual Energy accompanied by Sword Intent burst forth from Ji Taiping’s body in an instant, hammering toward the scholar. Ji Taiping, who had regained his stance, gripped his long sword and glared at the blown scholar, snarling, “Just because I’m stronger than you!”

“Huh…”

The scholar, blown twenty-some feet away, struggled to rise from the ground. Looking at the wound on his abdomen and the Sword Intent devouring it, he stood up, holding his sword and smiling lightly at Ji Taiping.

“Your Sword Intent is very chaotic.”

Golden Core fifth level against Golden Core first level was a bit too oppressive.

But under the augmentation of the Sword Bone and the Heavenly Dao Beauty, the scholar limbered up. His demeanor changed completely, his eyes filled with a rising wild battle intent. He had not enjoyed such a thrilling fight in a long time.

Before he had finished speaking,

he charged directly at Ji Taiping, choosing the purest form of Sword Intent attack among Sword Cultivators, without using any sword techniques.

Blown away again.

This time, nineteen feet.

…

Once, twice, three times, four times.

Five times, six times, seven times, eight times.

After countless assaults, the scholar, blown away by Ji Taiping yet again, this time only three feet away, appeared on the brink of death. He struggled to his feet and stood wavering, almost unable to maintain his balance.

“Are we really not going to intervene?”

Hovering mid-air, Zhao Dezhu asked anxiously, “At this rate, the Second Elder is going to be beaten to death by Ji Taiping.”

“No,”

Zhao Dezhu’s uncle, with shock flickering through his cloudy eyes, muttered, “The Second Elder truly lives up to his reputation as once the top Sword Cultivator of Da Xia. He’s even understanding Ji Taiping’s Sword Intent left in his wounds. Have you noticed the scholar’s Sword Intent getting progressively stronger?”

“He’s even approaching Ji Taiping’s level of Sword Intent, about to enter the Human Sword Unity realm!”@@novelbin@@

“This is an extremely horrifying talent…”

“The pain caused by the Sword Intent devouring his wound is unbearable for ordinary people. In such a state, let alone understanding the opponent’s Sword Intent, even continuing to fight becomes incredibly difficult.”

“You might not understand this way of explanation…You can generally think of it as someone using a dagger soaked in deadly poison to slowly cut into you, and you, amidst severe pain, grasp that slight sensation of thrill and meticulously understand it.”

“An ordinary Sword Cultivator prodigy could never achieve this!”

“To reach this level, one must have an extreme craving for the sword, a belief of being bound to the sword alone for life, to subtly capture that strand of Sword Intent from intense pain!”

Hearing his uncle’s high praise for Bai Yi, Zhao Dezhu blinked, then turned his gaze back to the battlefield below.

He didn’t understand this point, only seeing Bai Yi’s rapid progress. From initially being blown dozens of feet away to now only three, this Golden Core fifth level, represented by Ji Taiping—a non-ordinary Golden Core fifth level and a prodigy from Da Xia—already proved Bai Yi’s strength well enough.

Although because of the stripping of Da Xia’s Qi Fortune and the huge fluctuation in his state of mind, his strength had dropped a bit but was still much stronger than an ordinary Golden Core fifth level.

Meanwhile—

The Da Xia Heaven Sect disciples with Peak Golden Core Great Perfection Cultivation standing in the sky watched Bai Yi, who was climbing back up and charging once again, their expressions complex. This was their first time witnessing the Second Elder’s strength.

Although certainly not as strong as them,

if allowed to grow, he would definitely become another Sword Cultivator prodigy who could fight beyond his level.

The Second Elder’s desire for the sword was too pure.

Pure to the point where his eyes saw nothing but the sword, no room for anything else.

…

“…”

Hovering mid-air, Chen Qiu looked emotionlessly down at everything below. He had chosen Bai Yi long ago, not for anything else, but because Bai Yi truly was the most talented Sword Cultivator he had encountered.

That kind of talent could not be compensated by any entry.

It was that extreme craving for the sword.

He cared about nothing else, only the sword in his hand.

He once had a life as Jian Yi, the strongest Sword Cultivator in the world, yet he still chose to reincarnate and re-cultivate, because he knew he could never break a Nascent Soul Puppet with Sword Cultivator’s means.

Unless he had Bai Yi’s talent, that kind of disregard for everything else, focusing only on the craving and obsession with the sword.

But he couldn’t.

His obsession was never the sword but to break the Da Xia Prison. In his eyes, the sword was merely a tool, anything that could break the Da Xia Prison was acceptable.

p>Whether sword, hammer, blade, or even bow and arrow, anything would do.

This meant he might walk the path of a Sword Cultivator to 97, 98, or even 99, but lacking that bit of obsession, he could never reach the ultimate 100.

Thus he left behind the saying, “Sword Cultivators are not strong enough.”

Not that Sword Cultivators weren’t strong enough,

but that his cultivation as a Sword Cultivator wasn’t strong enough.

The path of the Sword Cultivator wasn’t his path; being a Magic Practitioner was a more suitable choice, Sword Cultivation…wasn’t suitable for him.

…

By now, the fight below had intensified even more, until Ji Taiping, his face twisted in ferocity, used all his strength but still could not blow the scholar away.

The scholar, wavering on his feet, positioned his sword at Ji Taiping’s neck, chuckled softly, and as the sword blade swept by, blood splattered, and a head soared into the sky.

The entire square suddenly fell into silence.

Only the heavy thud of the head hitting the ground and the scholar’s voice, faint as a mosquito’s whisper, murmured: “Ant.”