Music and painting cultivator, without using his cultivation, fighting with a sword cultivator? Is he insane? No one present left, and some were even calling their friends to come over to watch a show.
Ye Mao’s heart was beating violently. Why is a 7-color foundation so powerful? It was because it had two more spiritual veins than an ordinary genius! In a cultivator’s fight, aside from techniques and treasures, spiritual energy was crucial. The more spiritual energy one had, the more techniques they could use, and the longer they could last in a fight.
Not using cultivation, the 10th Layer of the Foundation Building Establishment Realm, a 7-color foundation? How are you, Ye Yong, different from a mortal? Ye Mao was already fantasizing about knocking Ye Yong down and laughing wildly while stepping on him. Walking up to the stage, Ye Mao stood facing Ye Yong, “Swords and blades are ruthless. Are you sure about this?”
Ye Mao deliberately spoke loudly because he was afraid of being too excited later and accidentally hurting Ye Yong. He wanted to take a preventive measure to avoid being blamed afterward. He knew that Ye Yong could not retreat now because if he did, the surrounding senior brothers and sisters would laugh at him. Ye Mao wanted to pry open Ye Yong’s head to see what kind of idiotic thinking led to such an idiotic request.
“Enough talk,” Ye Yong took out a sword. The sun was setting, and the sunset looked like blood. Under the setting sun, Ye Yong’s figure was very long. He was tall and straight, and his black hair and white clothes fluttered in the wind. He held a sword in his right hand, and the sword reflected the red light of the setting sun. His eyes were deep and looked as if they could see through everything. This was probably what a peerless sword immortal looked like.
At that moment, many female cultivators were stunned. Before the fight began, Ye Yong had already won half the battle. Seeing this, Ye Mao envied Ye Yong so much that his head was steaming. At first, Ye Mao thought that Ye Yong looked ordinary, but since the day he had heard that Ye Yong had crippled his own cultivation, he seemed to have become more handsome. That kind of handsome was not only in terms of appearance but also in terms of temperament. Every move and gesture he made seemed to exude an immortal aura, like an immortal in the world. Who cares whether you’re an immortal or what not? Let me beat you up!
Ye Mao couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care whether the fight had started or not. He raised his sword and used the mystery grade technique that he was most familiar with, the [Wave Stacking Sword], which he had gotten to the Great Success stage of proficiency. Like waves in the sea, they stacked one on top of the other, so fast that they were dazzling, leaving only sword afterimages. Ye Mao aimed straight at Ye Yong. He didn’t hold back because Ye Yong was at the 10th Layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and he had been practicing swordsmanship for many years. If Ye Yong sensed danger, he would either avoid it or use his cultivation base. There was no possibility of serious injury.
However, there was no sign of Ye Yong dodging, and there was no spiritual energy flowing from his body. He just slightly raised his sword and swung it forward, and a suffocating sword intent burst out.
The two swords clashed.
“Dang.” With a loud, crisp sound, Ye Mao’s sword cracked from the middle. He opened his eyes wide, his body covered in cold sweat, and he trembled uncontrollably, almost unable to his broken sword. How is this possible… When did he comprehend such powerful sword intent?
Sword intent was a cultivator’s understanding of the sword. The stronger the sword cultivator, the stronger their sword intent was when they used their sword. Sword intent could be thought of as a kind of aura, where the stronger side could naturally suppress the weaker side. If sword techniques were physical attacks, then sword intent was a special kind of spiritual attack. It wasn’t a joke that sword intent could kill.
The sword intent that Ye Yong just released was at least at the level of the early stages of the Golden Core Realm. To think that a Foundation Establishment cultivator could unleash a sword intent at the level of Golden Core Realm. It was even more unthinkable that he was someone who primarily cultivated music and painting.
Others around couldn’t help but gasp in shock. The two old stewards’ eyes were almost about to burst into flames with the way they were looking at Ye Yong. Why, why isn’t he a disciple of the Sword Pavilion Hall?
As for Ye Yong himself, if it weren’t for the fact that a Nascent Soul Realm sword intent was too terrifying and could accidentally kill someone, he wouldn’t mind showing off a little bit more. But obviously, a Golden Core Realm sword intent was already enough to show off. Ye Yong knocked Ye Mao down with a palm strike, and he looked down at Ye Mao with disappointment.
Ye Mao regained his senses shaken by the sword intent, only to find himself lying on the ground. Ye Yong had that look in his eyes that made him feel weak and ashamed.
“Did you think that I would neglect my swordsmanship training just because I joined the Music and Art Hall?” Ye Yong spoke out what was in Ye Mao’s mind.
That was exactly what Ye Mao thought. He thought that he could defeat Ye Yong just by practicing swordsmanship for a hundred years.
“Slow improvements, but complacent and thinking highly of yourself. If you encounter an enemy outside, you’d be dead by now.” Ye Yong didn’t mock him further but rather stabbed his sword into the ground, turned around, and left. “Don’t embarrass the Ye Family anymore. Cultivate properly.”
It wasn’t until Ye Yong left the venue that others regained their senses and began to discuss and reflect on what had happened. “This Ye Yong is too monstrous! That’s a Golden Core Realm sword intent! No wonder he dared to fight a sword cultivator without using his cultivation!”
“I have been practicing for so many years, and my sword intent has only reached the late stages of the Crystallization Realm. He’s just a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, and he can already use Golden Core Realm sword intent. Comparing yourself to others really does make you die from envy.”
“Damn it, I thought he could only compete with me in appearance, but even his talent is catching up with me.”
“Shameless!” The female cultivators nearby sneered at the male cultivator who had just spoken, then talked about Ye Yong with admiration. “Junior Brother Ye’s angry look is so cool! It’s so domineering.”
“He looks so cool when he’s thinking about his family members and hoping for them to become better.”
“I want him to scold me fiercely.”
“Same.”
This was the method Ye Yong had come up with that allowed him to suppress Ye Mao in public while not ruining his image. He was taking the stance of a caring family member- “I hit you, I scolded you, but I’m doing this for your own good.”
Ye Mao got up from the ground. His feelings were complicated. He hated Ye Yong, but he also respected him. He envied him, but he was also curious about him. How did he change so much? He was just an ill-tempered person who killed people whenever he was in a bad mood. Could it be that you get stronger when you become a better person?
Ye Mao didn’t understand, so he stopped trying to understand. He pulled out the sword that Ye Yong had stabbed into the ground and put it away. From now on, that would be his source of motivation- whenever he reached a bottleneck or wanted to be lazy, he would take out this sword and look at it, remembering the humiliation he had felt today and Ye Yong’s strength.
Leaving a lonely figure, Ye Mao silently left. He decided to go into seclusion when he returned. He was determined to defeat Ye Yong one day in the future to regain the face he had lost today.
No one would care about the loser- everyone was discussing Ye Yong, including Long Tian and the Fallen Immortal Elder.
‘Golden Core Realm Sword Intent… He’s so strong. Are you sure he wasn’t possessed by some powerhouse?’
‘There’s nothing wrong with his soul. He isn’t possessed. This means that aside from being naturally talented, he might have also forged an immortal physique.’ The Fallen Immortal Elder pondered for a bit. ‘The chances of a natural born immortal physique are too small, but there are ways to artificially make an immortal physique. If that’s the case, it means that he must have a powerhouse behind him.’
‘Like you?’
‘The battle that year was too intense… I was fortunate to survive in this form. It’s unlikely that others survived. I also don’t feel any immortal energy from him, so they’re probably on the level that this world calls Saint Realm.’
Long Tian nodded. A Saint Realm powerhouse having the method to forge an immortal physique wasn’t weird. “Ye Yong is for sure a good model to pursue,” he mumbled, clenching his fists.